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I posted 1,290 times in 2022

That's 1,290 more posts than 2021!

59 posts created (5%)

1,231 posts reblogged (95%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@ettawritesnstudies

@emelkae

@sarah-sandwich-writes

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I tagged 307 of my posts in 2022

#harley keener - 77 posts

#parkner - 74 posts

#peter parker - 68 posts

#sswrites - 55 posts

#parley - 47 posts

#new chapter! - 37 posts

#lemon boy - 35 posts

#keenker - 29 posts

#harley keener/peter parker - 25 posts

#ask games - 18 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#he accidentally made a name for himself so they injected him with a serum that gave him powers and then the 2n2nd battle with thanos happen

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I cannot for the life of me find the original post where I talked about it but I went to the ren faire today and am having big feelings about this plot bunny that's been in my notes for over a year

Peter works a kid craft station in the area FEAST is running. May comes and goes as she manages everything in their section. Peter is always covered in glue, glitter, and sequins and wears a flower crown bc they're in the fairy forest

Harley roleplays as a woodcrafter who wanders around giving directions and stuff. He whittles all day so he smells like sawdust and has little cuts and scrapes on his calloused hands. He gives away the little wooden trinkets he whittles, but the last one of the day always ends up in the fae prince's hands, usually given to him by a wide-eyed kid who was promised an extra special fairy craft if they delivered it.

32 notes - Posted September 17, 2022

#4

michelle.mp3

It’s the song that does it. The stupid song about the wrong MJ.

Overnight Michelle’s email is flooded with messages from fans demanding to know if she’s the MJ that the The Mary Janes wrote the song about. She’s not. She was four years behind Gwen Stacy at Midtown Tech and as far as she knows they never crossed paths. Besides, why would a senior have a secret unrequited crush on a freshman? Wouldn’t it be the other way around? It’s probably just a publicity stunt to get The Gays(TM) to listen to their dumb band. It’s fake and she doesn’t need a half hour time slot on her true conspiracy podcast to prove it.

She just wishes she wasn’t caught in the crossfire. She wishes the yearning ache of that song hadn’t made her think, made her wonder what she was missing out on. She wishes it hadn’t made her realize that marrying her high school sweetheart and settling for a life of more of the same was a mistake.

OR: The one where Michelle makes some hard choices that lead to her moving to a house in the country where she meets Gwen, her insufferable neighbor.

60 notes - Posted March 23, 2022

#3

~Lemon Boy is haaaapppppennning~

In the privacy of their shared room that night, Harley releases Peter’s hand. It feels strange not having Harley’s warmth pressed into his palm. They get changed for bed with only the sound of the TV to ease the quiet between them. Peter pulls back the covers and is about to slip under them when Harley stops him.

“Wait.”

Peter looks up and finds Harley standing awkwardly at the foot of the bed. He frowns. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothin’, I just—,” Harley rubs the back of his neck and looks pained as he says, “I need a favor.”

Peter drops the blanket and stands straight. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Could you…” He huffs. “Morgan’s expectin’ a hug goodbye tomorrow and I… Well, I’d rather not embarrass myself if I can avoid it.”

Peter frowns. “Are you asking me to distract her while you make a getaway or—,”

“No,” Harley says quickly. “No, I… If you don’t mind, could we… I think a practice round would be good. Just to make sure I don’t spaz out or something.”

A slow smile curls Peter’s lips. “Are you asking me for a hug?”

Harley glowers at him and screws his mouth shut, but he doesn’t deny it. A giddy thrill races through Peter as he steps away from the bed and approaches Harley.

“You like going over or under?” Peter asks. “Or are you a crisscross guy? You seem like a—,”

“Don’t make this into a whole thing, Pete,” he says weakly.

“It’s important to understand the hug fundamentals, Harley. If you weren’t so out of practice you’d understand this. You should go over since Morgan will probably go under.” He stops in front of Harley and opens his arms. “Ready?”

Harley regards him warily and stands stiff as a soldier at attention.

“C’mon, Harls,” he coaxes. “I promise not to make fun of you if you have a conniption.”

Harley fixes him with a dour stare. “This doesn’t leave this room. I don’t want to hear about it from you ever, okay?”

“Deal.” He wiggles his fingers. “Bring it in, tough guy.”

With a baleful stare, Harley raises his arms and moves forward. He hesitates before making contact so Peter gives him a moment to prepare then completes the hug for him. He fits neatly under Harley’s arms and curls around his torso. Harley freezes, heart pounding as his breathing turns shallow. Peter doesn’t tighten his grip or loosen it—he holds utterly still and waits with bated breath for Harley to relax or pull away. With painfully robotic articulation, Harley slowly lowers his arms until they fall around Peter’s shoulders.

The TV plays on as they stand together, stiff but entwined in the center of the room. When Harley’s heart rate slows from its thundering gallop, Peter adjusts to a more natural hold. He lowers his forehead to Harley’s shoulder and curls his arms firmly around his back.

For a moment, Harley maintains his steel frame but then he releases a pent up breath and sags into Peter like a wind-up toy that finally ran out of juice. His hold firms as he shores Peter up in his arms and suddenly they’re embracing properly. Peter’s heart trips and he squeezes his eyes shut as Harley’s breath tickles his neck. He didn’t expect it to feel like this. Despite his teasing tone, he was serious about the fundamentals of hugging and normally he’s on the top of the hug—the enveloper rather than the envelopee. May, Ned, MJ, Pepper, Morgan—he likes to hold his people close and shield them from any harm that may come their way.

He’s rarely the one being shielded. He thought he would feel like a child or a wilting heroine, but that’s not the case at all.

Safe. He feels safe. Cherished.

They stand that way until Peter’s lower back aches from holding the position but he can’t pull away, not while Harley is still holding him and his heart is beating calmly under his cheek. Exhaustion pulls at him, coaxing him to suggest they take this to the bed, but that’s not what this is. Harley doesn’t want to cuddle him. He doesn’t even want to hug him. He’s only doing it so when Morgan demands her hug in the morning before they leave, it’s not a shock to his system.

That doesn’t stop him from leaching every possible crumb of comfort from Harley’s embrace until the moment Harley leans back and his arms uncurl to slip down Peter’s sides before falling away entirely. When Peter releases him, Harley takes a step back and the spell breaks.

Peter crosses his arms and keeps his chin low as he asks, “Think you’re ready?”

Harley’s gaze flits to Peter’s then away. He clears his throat. “Yeah. Yeah, I think so.”

“Cool.” Peter licks his lips then tips his head woodenly towards the bed before breaking away from Harley’s draw.

Harley mirrors him on the other side of the bed and together they settle against the headboard with the blanket over their laps while the TV flashes. Wordlessly, Peter holds out his hand and after only a moment of contemplation, Harley takes it.

~*~

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66 notes - Posted May 13, 2022

#2

Lemon Boy - parkner - Updates every Tuesday (CST) through 03/07/23

Harley is adrift, bitter, and resentful after losing Tony and his family as he knew it three years ago. When he inherits a rundown house in Brooklyn, he abandons the shattered remains of his dreams, his family, and himself for something he can fix.

Peter grieves as he always has; he buries himself in responsibility and pretends everything is fine. It works until he moves in with Harley, who doesn't suffer fools or liars. The problem is Peter has been fooling himself for so long he can't separate the mask from the truth.

Excerpt under the cut:

“You’re still up?”

He tears bleary eyes from the board he’s been trying and failing to measure correctly and finds Peter at the top of the stairs peering down at him.

“When’d you get in?”

Peter’s eyes sweep over him. “Just now.”

He looks as ragged as Harley feels. His hair is a tangled matted mess, his lip is freshly split, and there is a bruise poking out of his collar. Under the bare bulb hanging over the stairs it looks weirdly hand-shaped.

“You okay?” Harley asks before he thinks better of it.

Peter’s eyebrows shoot into his hairline. “Of course. Are you?”

He picks up his measuring tape. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Peter starts down the stairs. “Well, for one thing, you look like shit. For another—,”

Harley slams down the tape measure and scowls at Peter as he steps off the bottom stair. He’s actually wearing his boots for once.

“Nobody fucking asked you.”

“You literally just did.” His infuriating little smirk breaks the scabbing on his split lip.

“You’re bleeding, idiot.” Harley tosses a towel at him even though it’s not remotely sanitary. “You know you’re not fooling anyone, right?”

Peter pauses in dabbing a semi-clean part of the towel on his lip. “I’m not trying to fool anyone,” he lies like a fucking liar.

“Bullshit.” Harley plants his palms on the make-shift workbench and leans over it. “Let me guess, you get into fights at night to bleed off all that ugliness that builds up inside you during the day so you can go back to pretending to be an innocent little flower for your friends and family.”

Peter stares at him with wide eyes, towel held aloft but forgotten.

“You’re not fooling anyone,” he repeats, “so quit it with the song and dance. It’s annoying and insulting.”

“Oh.” Peter sets the towel on the workbench with wooden movements. “Uh, okay.”

They stare at each other until it’s awkward.

“Well. Bye then.” Peter turns on his heel and retreats upstairs.

Harley shakes his head. He’ll never understand that guy.

116 notes - Posted September 13, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

“Harley James Keener, what are you doing to that boy?”

“What? I’m not doing anything!”

“If you’re playing with his heart, I will be so disappointed in you. I raised you better.”

“Playing with his— We’re in a relationship, ma!”

“For five years! And yet all you’ve ever told me about him is how annoying he is.”

“He is!”

“Then he comes here and it turns out that boy worships the ground you walk on.”

That pulls Harley up short. “What? No he doesn’t. He barely tolerates me.” He wants to call the words back as soon as he says them because that’s not how you’re supposed to think of your boyfriend, but Mama just sighs at him. Exasperated.

“Honey, open your eyes. I know you’re scared of bein’ hurt or bein’ left behind, but that boy is nothin’ like your daddy. He would do anything for you. I can tell just by the way he looks at you.”

She pats his hand then leaves him alone in the chicken coop to digest that heaping spoonful of reality stew. Clearly, she doesn’t know what she’s talking about… Right?

180 notes - Posted February 26, 2022

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I posted 807 times in 2022

140 posts created (17%)

667 posts reblogged (83%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@themerriweathermage

@i-drink-and-i-write-fics

@tallulahchanel

@tolkienblackgirl

@cohmac-vitus

I tagged 275 of my posts in 2022

#sleepover celebration - 51 posts

#ask a mutant - 45 posts

#original female character - 36 posts

#sleepover thirst - 33 posts

#timeless warrior - 31 posts

#elrond - 26 posts

#lotr - 26 posts

#all my mutants in a queue - 25 posts

#lord of the rings - 23 posts

#fanfic - 22 posts

Longest Tag: 82 characters

#but if i was on my period i'd end them before they sat down bc hunger and hormones

(Soooo.....that is not even one of mine. Tumblr grabbed a tag no doubt from a post I reblogged as my longest tag 🤦‍♀️😂)

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Update

Hey all! My stories are slow to come out right now due to me having Covid. I have the vaccines and booster, so now I just need to ride it out.

Thank you for your patience.

💙 Marvelous Mutant

26 notes - Posted June 15, 2022

#4

Just A Moment In Time

Everett Ross x Black Fem!Reader - Unknown Chapters

Work Summary: Sequel to Agent or Princess, part 2 of Royal Agency. Reader and Everett need a vacation. So they leave to see Reader’s family in Wakanda, where Reader has a happy surprise waiting for Everett.

Requested by @tallulahchanel​​ (she also did the amazing mood board!)​

Chapter 1: Time Away

Summary: Reader convinces Everett that they need a vacation. So they go to a country that has already welcomed them with open arms.

Notes: umhlobo = friend

Hopefully, I got the write translation. Please let me know if I need to fix it.

“Everett, please! We need this!”

“We just went on vacation!”

You threw your hands in the air. “Two years ago after I first moved in! We are long overdue.”

Everett signed and looked up from his desk. You had come into your shared office to approach the idea of getting away. Needless to say, it wasn’t going well.

“What’s going on, ___? I’ve never seen you this wound up before.”

You sighed as you moved closer to his desk. “I- I’ve been feeling buried at work lately. The Avengers are doing what they can with how few of them there are and I almost feel like I live at the compound. And you’ve been working overtime with the new recruits. We barely even have date nights anymore, Ev.”

He ran his hands over his face before sitting back in his chair. “You’re right. You’re right. We live under the same roof and yet it seems like we see each other less.”

Smiling, you walked around his desk and sat on the edge next to his chair. “Which is why we need to get away. Let Robins train the new agents.”

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26 notes - Posted March 28, 2022

#3

Hello! May I request a fic of fem!Reader being married to Ser Jorah Mormont (like after his divorce from Lynesse Hightower, fem!Reader and Jorah fall in love and get married) and Reader is as devoted and loving to Jorah and he is to her no matter the trials they go through (I just want some fluff)?

I just love writing for Jorah. This is a little short, but hopefully I can write more for him soon (outside of Queen’s Guard, lol!)

The Bear and the Maiden Fair: Jorah Mormont x Fem!Reader

Jorah never thought he would see the day, when he could be happy again. But here he was...with you. He can barely remember when you met, but the how stands out: Khaleesi.

It was so long ago, in the Western Market of Vaes Dothrak, that he first saw you. The Western Market was not one he had frequented as the traders were from lands such as Yi Ti, Qarth, and Asshai. The latter where you had hailed from. But Daenerys was curious about the food and wine you were selling and so often she went, dragging her Bear along. 

When you first laid eyes on Jorah, you were struck by how handsome he was, and Daenerys noticed that. So she asked questions about where you were from for Jorah. But Asshai was a mysterious land that few in Westeros and Essos knew about. And at first, you didn’t want to fill in the gaps of knowledge, afraid it would chase the Bear off.

But Jorah provided to be far more stubborn than you realized. Almost more than you were. And Daenerys could see it. She wanted her longest supporter to be happy and so she would frequent the Western Market. Which meant Jorah frequented as well, wanting to protect her while Khal Drogo was gone hunting.

It wasn’t long before you and the Bear became close. You were the one who convinced Jorah to be honest with Daenerys. You were the one who talked Drogo down from killing him once the truth came out, explaining why Jorah did what he did and how he wasn’t the same man any more. You were the one who stood by his side to protect Daenerys from her brother, Viserys. 

And when the khalasar left Vaes Dothrak, you were by his side. Wanting to see more of the world west of the Dothraki sea. So of course, Daenerys did all she could to push you two together.

Now, you were the lady to the Master of Laws, living with Jorah inside the Red Keep. The wars were a blur, but now the realm was united under a dragon banner once again. 

“What is on that mind of yours, my love?”

Jorah turned at your voice, not able to help the smile that crossed his face. You were in a red gown trimmed in black. Since Jorah could no longer be the Lord of Bear Island, Daenerys had declared you both were her family and now dawned the colors of House Targaryen. And perhaps he was bias, but they looked good on you.

“I was merely thinking how incredibly lucky I was that our queen insisted on visiting the Western Market back in Vaes Dothrak,” his gravely voice was always comforting to you.

You smiled. “Lucky, indeed. Anyone else would have steered clear of our mysterious wares.”

Jorah chuckled as he pulled you close. “Very little would scare our queen away.”

“You, as well, it seems. The mysterious lady from the Shadow Lands of Asshai didn’t fighten the Bear of Westeros.”

“Never,” he leaned down to kiss your lips. Jorah couldn’t remember a time he was this happy and would do whatever it took to keep it.

Tagging Crew:

Everything

@itsafansworld07

@that-chick212

@keetnerj01

@liadamerondjarin

Jorah Mormont

@harpers-ramblings

@of-stars-and-pens

Requested

@groovy-lady

43 notes - Posted July 23, 2022

#2

of course, LOTR/TH men... elves... and men

Aragorn

Faramir

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47 notes - Posted June 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Gandalf’s Visitors

Lord Elrond x Fem!Reader - One-Shot

Summary: Gandalf comes to Imladris with a Company of thirteen Dwarves and a scared-looking Hobbit. Elrond’s wife, the reader, tries to bring peace between the two groups during dinner.

Requested by @middleearthsweetheart​

Notes: as mentioned before, all stories will now be links to AO3

Story here!

Tagging Crew:

Everything

@itsafansworld07​

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@keetnerj01​

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Elrond

@themerriweathermage​

@theyeetedsoul​

@awkwardkindatries​

59 notes - Posted March 17, 2022

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I posted 10,286 times in 2022

That's 7,324 more posts than 2021!

721 posts created (7%)

9,565 posts reblogged (93%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@wolvesnkittens

@labelledame2

@exploring-down-under

I tagged 2,961 of my posts in 2022

#asks - 627 posts

#q - 563 posts

#🐧 - 329 posts

#me n who - 179 posts

#cute mutuals - 98 posts

#c - 88 posts

#🥺 - 48 posts

#hands - 47 posts

#me - 39 posts

#🥺👉👈 - 36 posts

Longest Tag: 136 characters

#🤦‍♀️ my dad heard a 'joke' about millennials on the radio and thought it'd be a good idea to come and tell me it like i was gonna laugh

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I get dirty thoughts about you

They get worse when I'm without you

Does that mean that I'm going to hell?

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533 notes - Posted January 3, 2022

#4

the 💫temptation💫 to send lewds while they're at work

548 notes - Posted January 12, 2022

#3

Soft as silk, delicate as lace & as warm as sunshine

1,013 notes - Posted April 17, 2022

#2

Details

1,104 notes - Posted March 31, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

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1,653 notes - Posted February 12, 2022

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I posted 6,388 times in 2022

That's 3,798 more posts than 2021!

20 posts created (0%)

6,368 posts reblogged (100%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@stormkobra-5

@alarmingpenguin

@peterman-spideyparker

@sjurseido

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I tagged 256 of my posts in 2022

#moon knight - 86 posts

#star wars - 49 posts

#oi - 49 posts

#marc spector - 46 posts

#steven grant - 44 posts

#summon the queue - 43 posts

#marvel - 42 posts

#oscar isaac - 28 posts

#jake lockley - 27 posts

#steven grant x reader - 22 posts

Longest Tag: 101 characters

#(i know i’ve posted these on their own before but i’ve grouped them together because i’m a big saddo)

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I’m looking for a fic where the reader is an avatar for Sekhmet (if I remember correctly)

Lioness goddess with a violent streak that purrs in the reader’s mind

I don’t remember the name of it or who wrote it

Reader knew Marc from his mercenary days and Marc had “left the reader to die”, that’s when reader became an avatar

But reader has kinda fallen for Steven and hijinks ensue due to reader’s anger towards Marc and affection towards Steven

I don’t remember if I’ve read it all or if it’s finished or if there was more but I would love to continue reading it

EDIT:

34 notes - Posted July 8, 2022

#4

Need help finding a fic!!!

I’m so sure the name of the fic is Más Allá Del Sol

I want to say that maybe the reader either leaves the bois or dies. All I remember from it is that something happens and it hurt. I think I’ve read it once and have avoided it because anytime I’ve happened upon it again I just remember how much that fic hurt lol

PLEASE HELP!!!

UPDATE

Thanks to @brekkers-desigirl the fic has been found

Kind of irritated I had such a hard time finding it considering I follow the writer @harrysweasleys

My brain must have not been working or something 🤦‍♀️

So yeah enjoy the fic (tagged above)

44 notes - Posted September 11, 2022

#3

Tell Me Where to Put My Love pt2

You and Steven haven’t been together very long, but that won’t stop either of you from fighting tooth and nail for a chance at a future together.

Series Masterlist

Part 1 - Wish That You Were Here

Part 2 -  Everything I Thought I Knew Has Fallen Out of View

Part 3

Warnings: Inaccurate depictions of DID (only knowledge from the show and some light research). Swearing. Established relationships. Married relationship. Use of term “priest” in a gender neutral sense. Discussion about cheating. Discussion about homewreckers. Canon typical violence in later chapters. Angst. Fluff.

Word Count: 3.9k

A/N: Actually had some friends proofread this chapter for me lol hopefully you all like it!

It’s funny how quickly you and Steven fell back into place with each other. Steven didn’t have to work at the museum anymore so he had more free time, and when he wasn’t with you he was spending time with Marc, learning how to share their lives. He would always let you know when he wasn’t able to front, letting you know Marc was going to be the one to have the body that day. You got used to their little routine, Steven made it easy, but you still hadn’t been properly introduced to Marc. If he was an alter and shared a body with the man you were desperately in love with, you wanted to get to know him at least. That is, if he even cared about getting to know you.

Marc knew you had been hiding something from Steven, heck it seems even Khonshu had known. Given that Marc was trying to stay hidden from Steven he hadn’t said anything and for some reason neither had Khonshu. Your brows knit together in thought as you fixed yourself lunch. Today was Marc’s day so you were just hanging out at your own flat.

“Tutu, why didn’t you tell me? You had to have known who he was and who he served, so why didn’t you say anything?” You grabbed the plate and drink, wandering over to the couch. Next to the TV stood a man taller than a human. But he wasn’t entirely man, his body was that of an anthropomorphic lion and instead of a lion head atop his shoulders there sat a ceremonial mask and headdress worn by pharaohs of old. If he did have a lion head under there, you had never seen it. The images on his robes depicted other animals, the crocodile, the hawk, a lion. Depictions you had seen online of Tutu were only ever of a literal sphinx, but never the “man” before you.

“It was, how did you say, unwarranted. Nor was it my place, just as it was not Khonshu’s place to tell his avatar.” His voice was smooth and gentle, almost droning, steady and deep, just what you would expect of the protector of dreamers.

“That’s not a good answer and you know it. You knew the whole time…you knew when he was missing! And you said nothing. You let me worry and think the worst things, the nightmares I had and the visions of his nightmares.”

“And I offer my apologies. Had I not comforted you? Told you that he was alive?”

“Yes, but you could have said something, anything about what he was going through and why and where he was going. Omitting the truth is still lying. I can’t believe even after you told me that Khonshu was involved and that Ammit was being released, you still never said that Steven was involved.” You shook your head taking an exasperated bite of your food, turning on the TV.

“In truth, Khonshu was surprised to see me. As I am not part of the Ennead I’m sure he thought I had faded away or resided in the Overvoid. When you and his avatar first met, we kept our distance, but as you both became closer...” the god trailed off as if considering his next words, averting his gaze for a moment. “Khonshu and I made an agreement. That I would not get in his way in his search for Ammit’s tomb, nor would you get in his avatar’s way. In exchange, he would not make mention of me or my having an avatar to the Ennead.”

To say you were shocked would be an understatement, but confusion was unexpected. “What are you saying? Are you not supposed to have an avatar? Hold on, you’re the god of tombs, did you know where Ammit’s tomb was? You could have helped! We could have helped!”

The god sighed as he shook his head. “Ever the inquisitive one. I was and still am a god of the people. I had a close connection with all, not just the elite, as everyone dreams and everyone dies. Though my reach was vast, the Ennead felt an avatar was not necessary for me, I am not restricted by any means, it was just rare that I found a worthy avatar.”

“Oh lucky me I suppose.”

Though you could not see his true face, you could imagine the look the god just gave you, one of complete “done-ness”. “They just like to keep tabs on who has avatars, especially those not in their ‘inner circle’, but I never felt it was any of their business.” Tutu had disappeared by now only coming through as a disembodied voice. “As for the location of Ammit’s tomb, not even I was aware of the location. I gave my blessings to those involved as I had with any other tomb. No one was to know the location and I told Khonshu this. I would have been no help to them.”

You finished off your lunch mulling over what he had said. His last sentence stuck with you. As much as you would have wanted to be there for Steven you wouldn’t really have been much help, likely you would have been a liability. Your powers were better suited to fighting nightmares, in the world of dreams where anything was possible. In the waking world, the most you could do was maybe act as a shield. Tutu’s avatar wasn’t meant to be a warrior, at least not in the waking world. As his avatar you were a “priest” first and foremost, and you still weren’t sure what that entailed.

Your thoughts shifted to Marc while you got ready to run errands. Steven had summed up what he and Marc went through in the Duat. Sparing you the more gruesome details, but giving you enough of an idea of the terrible things Marc had endured, the terrible things that prompted the appearance of Steven. You understood his hesitancy with you and why he did what he did. Marc was still a mystery to you other than what Steven had told you. You knew him more on a surface level; he wasn’t vegan, but did try to stay kosher, he was more of a street smart kind of person compared to Steven and his book smarts. Not to say Marc was unintelligent, he was very smart (according to Steven), he just had expertise in other subjects.

Marc and Layla. You wanted to get to know them now that you knew about them. It was like a secret that no one would tell you. In Marc’s case, you were curious how he would “look” with the body. Steven always had a bit of a hunch and uncertainty to him; even now after he seemed to have found a new sense of self and confidence, he was still very much “Steven”. You had no idea how Marc held himself, how he walked, what sort of energy he had. And Layla, from what Steven has told you is a badass in her own right, even before becoming Taweret’s avatar (whether or not she still was, Steven says, is up for debate).

When you arrived at the grocer, taking a shopping basket in hand, you started around the shop with your list. When you weren’t looking for an item on your list, you thought about Steven, Marc, and Layla, so much so that you almost didn’t notice the man at the end of the aisle reading the back of the sauce bottle he was holding, clearly contemplating getting it, before tossing it in his own basket. Straight backed, broad shoulders (not in a hunch), and a confidence to his walk. He was almost close enough to bump into you before he looked up from his own list and noticed you standing there.

You would have never imagined what it would be like to look into the same brown eyes you had looked at time and again and not recognize the person looking back at you. His curls weren’t parted to the side, flopping about as he walked, they were somewhat slicked back, no doubt an attempt to tame them. And his clothes, so different than what you’re used to seeing draped on that body.

Marc.

He looked at you with a nervous smile, giving you a little wave with the list in his hand. “Uh, hey there.” His American accent was a surprise despite Steven telling you he was actually from Chicago— you were just so used to Steven’s voice. “Well, this is definitely not how Steven would have wanted this to go, but can’t really do anything about that now. Marc, Marc Spector.” He pocketed the grocery list and held out his hand as you did the same, taking it, introducing yourself.

“Yeah, he’d probably complain that he wasn’t involved in planning it or something. I’m glad I’m finally getting to meet you though. He’s told me a lot about you, but I’m sure you knew that.” You fidgeted a bit in place, taking in the familiar yet different features. Trying hard not to stare you shifted your gaze around him, not to linger on him for too long. It was difficult because you could just look at Steven forever, burning his image in your mind so even when you looked away he’d be there, but this wasn’t Steven.

“Yeah, well, for some of it. I tried to give you two your space when I could. And uh, I wanted to say that…I am…sorry. For outing you, about your secret. It wasn’t anything personal, I was just trying to look out for Steven. You’ve been real nice to him, but I couldn’t take the chance that there might be something you were trying to get out of it…if you were trying to hurt him.”

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#2

Tell Me Where to Put My Love

You and Steven haven’t been together very long, but that won’t stop either of you from fighting tooth and nail for a chance at a future together.

~ONGOING~

Warnings: Inaccurate depictions of DID (only knowledge from the show and some light research). Swearing. Established relationships. Married relationship. Use of term “priest” in a gender neutral sense. Discussion about cheating. Discussion about homewreckers. Canon typical violence in later chapters.

Series Masterlist

Part 1 - Wish That You Were Here

Part 2 - Everything I Thought I Knew Has Fallen Out of View

Part 3 - TBA

Part 4 - TBA

Part 5 - TBA

Part 6 - TBA

More parts to be added if warranted (maybe)

In case you didn’t guess, Florence + The Machine is the vibe of this story.

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56 notes - Posted September 24, 2022

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Tell Me Where to Put My Love pt1

You and Steven haven’t been together very long, but that won’t stop either of you from fighting tooth and nail for a chance at a future together.

Series Masterlist

Part 1 - Wish That You Were Here

Part 2 - Everything I Thought I Knew Has Fallen Out of View

Warnings: Inaccurate depictions of DID (only knowledge from the show and some light research). Swearing. Established relationships. Married relationship. Use of term “priest” in a gender neutral sense. Discussion about cheating. Discussion about homewreckers. Canon typical violence in later chapters. Angst. Fluff.

Word Count: 3.9k

A/N: This was barely proofread at best. My first fic so I hope you all enjoy!

0 Missed Calls. 

0 Voicemails.

0 New Messages.

 Checking your phone again, despite having done so not but a few moments ago, had become the norm for the past week or so, ever since your boyfriend had called you in a bit of a panic. Steven was going on about a jackal, a man in his head, a man threatening him at work, and events that he was absolutely positive were not a dream, not anymore. You had of course offered to come by.

 “Steven, hey…hey listen just breathe okay? I’m on my way over.” You started to pack your things. You could give your boss some sort of “family emergency” excuse. He’s your boyfriend, which is like family, and he’s clearly having some sort of emergency.

 “No! No, you can’t. I mean, I would love nothing more than to see you and for all this be just a bad dream but…I’m terrified. A lot of shit has happened and I don’t want you getting mixed in it. I can’t risk you getting hurt. I just..I just wanted to make sure…” his voice was frantic and shook as it trailed off, leaving a weighted pause between you. “I just had to make sure you were real…still real…still here. I’ll call you once I get this all sorted out yeah? Then we can…we can go to dinner and just forget this ever happened yeah?”

 “Yeah,” you sat back down, heart still pounding and worry still heavy on your mind. “Yeah of course, Steven. We can go to that shop you like and make some vegan brownies for dessert. Maybe watch that documentary you were telling me about.” You hope he can hear the faint smile on your lips. You wanted nothing more than to run to his flat and make sure he was okay. Take him into your arms and let him know everything will be okay. You two hadn’t been together long, but you felt like each other’s missing puzzle pieces. Fitting together so effortlessly. You didn’t want to say you were meant to be, like fate or something, but how else could you describe it. So when he was upset, it broke your heart that such a sweet man was hurting.

 He sighed, his own weak smile creeping in, and nodded despite you not being able to see it and…was he crying? “Yeah, yeah that sounds aces, yeah. Can’t wait. I’ll call you I swear….I love you.”

 “I love you more, Steven.”

  That was the last time you spoke. It wasn’t abnormal for him to disappear for a day or so and you promised Steven you would always be there when he gets back. You understood Steven’s struggle with sleep. While you didn't sleep walk, you did have very vivid dreams that felt so real and left you exhausted the next day. It was something you and Steven bonded over, two sleep deprived peas in a pod. The first time he missed a date he was so upset that he had forgotten what day it was, but you still smiled and assured him you would always be there. Waiting. But with everything that he had mentioned and everything that happened after he left, the sudden solar eclipse, the night sky doing that, you could only hope that he was safe.

 With a sigh you gather your things, if you spend any more time in the tea shop they might think you’ve taken up residence there. Steven’s favorite tea shop had now become your favorite place since you had been showing up there half expecting to find him just sitting there drinking tea. It was calming to come here. The soft sounds of conversations and orders being made create a soothing ambiance that brings some sense of balance to your worrying thoughts.

 That’s when things went sideways. As you turned towards the front of the shop there he was, walking in, seemingly talking to himself, but otherwise perfectly fine as if he hadn’t been a missing person for the past week or so.

 “Steven,” your voice carries over the shop a bit louder than you intended, but you just couldn’t believe it. “Steven Grant?!” The man before you stood taller than he used to, his gate held a bit more confidence to it, and while he still had the bags under his eyes he had an energy to him.

 Any onlooker would have mistaken Steven for a deer in headlights. Frozen in place staring as you stepped towards him with hesitancy almost as if you were approaching a mirage, your personal oasis in this desert of a world. Both of you were just as shocked to see the other. His chest rising and falling with a tremble and uneven pace. Your hand reached out to him and in one swift motion his hand grasped your wrist pulling you into his arms, his familiar tight embrace. Your puzzle piece slipping into place as all the emotions from each day he was gone come rushing to the surface all over again in a tidal wave.

 “Oh, love. No, no, please don’t cry. I’m sorry, bollocks I’m so sorry for worrying you like that. I know I’ve worried you sick, yeah? Oh God I’ve missed you.” With a kiss to your forehead he pulled you in closer, if that were even possible, as you clung to his form. Steven’s heart just couldn’t keep up, racing and pounding. Hands shaking slightly as they held tight to your shoulders, one drifting over your hair to the back of your head pulling you in. A sense of relief washing over him.

 “Where-where were you? Damn it, Steven where were you, what happened? You weren’t answering any of my calls or messages.” The words tumble out without your consent. Before you can wipe your tears his calloused hands cup your cheeks, thumbs gently caressing the tears away. Steven was looking at you…no, not just looking at you, he was admiring you, taking in your features. In truth, he was looking at you as if doing so made everything make sense, made it all fall into place.

 Steven looked at you with reverence. He honestly didn’t think he’d have the privilege to do this again, to hold you close and just look at you. After everything he’s been through, all the chaos, the pain, the hopelessness. All that washed away and the noise dissipated when he saw you there in his usual tea shop.

 “Hey,” he smiled to you, a sweet, tender, and longing smile. A breathy chuckle slipping out, “just like I remember you. A lttlel more teary than I remember but…but still you. Still here. Oh, love, I swear I will tell you every-“ his smile wavered as he looked away, with a mildly annoyed look on his face before looking at you with a resolute expression. “I will tell you everything, yeah? Because that’s what we do for the people we care about, hmm? Be honest with them. Honesty.” He glances at the nearby display of baked goods, emphasizing his last statements, but it didn’t quite feel like it was meant for you. All you could do was nod and bury yourself in his embrace, breathing him in.

 After Steven ordered his tea and got you whatever baked good you wanted (really he insisted, as just a small band aid for the worry he put you through), he takes you back to his flat holding your hand the whole way, only letting go to unlock the door and let you both in. The first thing you notice is Gus (or rather “Not Gus”) now has a friend. Hurrying over to the tank to say hello with a dopey smile at the new addition, you don’t notice at first Steven’s whispers behind you as he stands still at the door looking into a small mirror on the wall.

 “Steven, I know what you’re doing, but it isn’t a good idea.” The voice in his head, or rather the man in his head said with the firmness of a parent warning a child. “Trust me, Steven. It’s best to just let this one go. Things are only gonna get complicated from here.”

 “Yeah? Complicated? I think we’ve passed complicated, Marc. They deserve to know the truth. I’m ‘honesty’, remember? So, stay out of this, mate, yeah?” Steven retorts with his own firmness before turning to see you staring at him. Swallowing nervously he tries to put you (and himself) at ease flashing his signature smile. “Right. Yeah, so I definitely owe you an explanation of what happened, where I’ve been, all that. And I will, definitely. I-“

 “Why didn’t you call me?” Your question sprang out in the middle of his ramblings like it had a mind of its own.

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#4

I keep seeing people say they get shadowbanned on tumblr and. 🤦‍♀️

There is no algorithm. If your posts don’t get traction it’s more because no one reblogged it so no one else saw it. That’s it this isn’t tiktok

20 notes - Posted August 31, 2022

#3

Eddie being your study buddy in community college though 🥺 you help him with humanities and he helps you with math. You’re both nerds just for different things. He’ll infodump on you about computers and you’ll infodump on him about the latest book you’re reading or the tv show you’re obsessed with 🥺 you lose touch after you transfer to different universities, but you text every now and then.

42 notes - Posted March 16, 2022

#2

okay you don't have to answer this because I know you're busy but I'm dying to know what you think Eddie would be like when he's jealous??? The thought makes me very 🥺🥰🥵😩

Ok we know he has intrusive thoughts and probably has OCD so he knows he shouldn’t let his mind cycle like this but he can’t help it. He’ll feel so insecure, too, seeing you talk to other people. Smiling, laughing, light in your eyes….he wonders when you’ll wise up and realize he’s no good for you, he’s only dragging you down, you’re better off without him….but you’re the only person in this godforsaken city to ever love him and make him feel happy. He will cling onto you with everything he has, physically and metaphorically. He is doing everything for you, after all. Cleansing this city so it’s a worthy place for you to live, his angel, his light.

All of this to say he’s seething with rage underneath it all. There might be one less person roaming the streets if you linger too long….if only you knew he watched you, always. Always keeping an eye on you, making sure you are safe….after all, he knows all too well what lies in the shadows.

68 notes - Posted April 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Dano!Riddler x fem!Reader Headcanons

These are very NSFW. Minors do not interact.

So first off we all know he acts different with the mask on. He feels no shame with the mask on, free to act on any desire…

Speaking of, I feel like he really lets his confidence come through in the bedroom in the full getup. And when he comes home after a kill…..

Oh god you know you’re in for a fucking ride. He’s pent up with the thrill, the knowledge that he is one step closer to fulfilling his mission of cleansing Gotham from the corruption and filth. Meaning, when he comes home and he sees you, his love, his light….already in position for him on your bed: face down, ass up. You were edging all night, knowing he wants to be the one to control your orgasms on nights like this. He doesn’t even say anything to you, just stalks towards you. His heavy breathing serves as a soundtrack, so do your desperate whimpering and whining. The anticipation is almost the best part. Almost, because he’s already undone his pants enough to free his cock. You can feel him behind you, the heat radiating off of him, his heavy breathing so much closer now. You can feel him rubbing his cock along your swollen folds, teasing your clit every now and then. Your gasping moans always earn a chuckle, he will fuck you when he decides to and not a moment sooner. And when he decides to, he doesn’t ease you into it. Oh no. He slams inside you to the hilt. He’ll degrade you for enjoying it, being so ready for him that you can take him without needing any preparation first. He’s memorized your body, so it doesn’t take long for him to find your spot and to pound it mercilessly. He’ll spank your ass until it’s red, choke you until your pussy squeezes around him involuntarily, anything that pops into his mind really. If he is in the mood he’ll ask you a riddle and won’t let you come until you answer correctly but when he’s pent up he just needs to fuck you and fill you, if you come it’s inconsequential.

He likes to fill you up, either as the Riddler or as Eddie. He has a breeding kink. I don’t think he knew about it before he met you, seeing as he had never been with a woman before, but when you told him it was ok to come inside once it’s like a lightbulb lit up inside him. He wants kids someday, but not until he’s cleansed Gotham of the filth. He might even find a nice home for you and your future family away from this filthy cesspool you call home but that’s another story. He’s definitely thrilled by the claiming aspect of breeding you, the physical proof that you are his. A piece of him growing inside you, tying you to him forever….it drives him wild. His favorite place to come is inside your cunt, but wherever you want it he will deliver

Now outside of the mask…..Eddie is a sub! Sure he’ll top but you’re always in control. He needs to be praised, but also loves being subtly degraded and overstimulated. You learn what his tipping point is between being overstimulated and loving it and needing to stop and be held

Speaking of, he’s a crier. He looks so pretty flushed red, sweaty and tears pouring down his face. He always has an unsettling glint in his eyes but it’s paired with an overwhelming (obsessive) love for you.

I think he’s too traumatized to have a daddy or a mommy kink honestly

He doesn’t care about his own pleasure, seeing you come because of him gives him pleasure. Whether he comes or not is incidental. Knowing such a beautiful wonderful person even tolerated him enough to let him touch you at all still blows his mind, even though you’ve been together for a while.

He’s loud. In the mask it’s muffled but he still breathes down your neck, grunting and growling as he pounds into you with a punishing pace. As Eddie, he shouts, whines, and screams. When he gets truly overwhelmed with pleasure he giggles to himself. Getting him to that point, where he’s so overwhelmed he can’t control himself, is quite a pleasurable sight

He always falls asleep quickly after sex. It’s just a fact. He doesn’t mind it after you assure him it’s fine. You think it’s cute and endearing that you wear him out that much

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That's 4,552 more posts than 2021!

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#wtf is it saying my gender is a joke?? that i don’t actually have one?? it’s just nothing?? that’s what the white box means? 🤦‍♀️

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#5

found these “this or that” games for autism, stimming, and textures.

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#4

calling all neurodivergents with sensory issues!! i have a question for you.

do seatbelts bother you?

i’ve recently been finding that the part on my neck bothers me a lot so i’m curious if this is just me or if others have this problem too. i’ve had to start putting it under my arm sometimes because i can’t stand it hitting my neck. the part on my lap is fine but yeah.

1,504 notes - Posted August 5, 2022

#3

let’s talk about the fact that people who get hyperfixations can hyperfixate on that thing more than one time. i’ve seen a lot of people saying that hyperfixations only happen once, and you won’t ever hyperfixate on that specific thing again. however, this isn’t true. you can 100% fall back into an old hyperfixation and become obsessed with it all over again. don’t be ashamed to fall back into this hyperfixation either! it happens more often than you think! it’s not always “bye bye forever” when you fall out of a specific hyperfixation. there’s a chance it’ll be back, so don’t be too sad if you feel yourself becoming less fixated on this specific thing you were hyperfixated on. anyways that’s it for now, if you feel like reblogging and adding anything else go ahead :)

2,527 notes - Posted July 29, 2022

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undiagnosed or late-diagnosed autistics, time to reveal yourselves. what is one memory from your childhood or pre-teen years that should have suggested to people that you might have autism, but didn’t. 

for me, i made my mom sing me a lullaby every night until i was 12, because i didn’t like the idea of my nightly routine ever changing. if she didn’t sing me one, i would get out of bed, go get her from wherever she was in the house, bring her to my room, and make her tuck me in and sing one to me. i wasn’t able to fall asleep until she did. 

3,307 notes - Posted August 29, 2022

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the entire jane with cancer storyline made me sad, but one thing really breaks my heart. jane and darcy never got to say goodbye. they’re best friends and they never said goodbye. neither of them had many other friends. they were each other’s rock in life. both there for each other, no matter what. and they never said goodbye. darcy got left alone. i mean i guess she had jimmy woo but jane was her person. and she lost her. she lost her best friend, and she never even got to say goodbye. don’t mind me i’m just gonna go cry now.

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thank you all so so much for everything. i love you all very much, especially you mutuals. you helped make 2022 special for me, and i love you for it. i hope you all have an amazing rest of 2022. not that i’m going anywhere, i’m just trying to be nice. >:) thank you again and ily all very much. 💜

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#5

There’s something wrong with people if they’re publicly spewing hate about a little girl who’s just doing her best to play one of the most iconic roles on screen. I want to be real clear that I see any such nastiness on my dash- bye! 👋🏻

And for the record I think she’s absolutely nailing it, it couldn’t be done any better than this, and Carrie Fisher would be incredibly proud.

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#4

Just over here cackling to myself about how Leia is so consistently like, “you’re here to rescue me? Are you even qualified for this?? And this is your plan???”

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#3

Outlining my new fic and knowing most people probably won’t be interested in it, but still enjoying the concept all on my own lol

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Bouncing off this post because I’ve seen a lot of people adding this thought in the reblogs.

Don’t ever be afraid to read way back in time (I’m talking many years!) through someone’s AO3 works, and leave kudos and positive comments along the way. I promise it’s not weird or creepy or any of the things people sometimes worry about! This should be your rule of thumb-

If an author chose to leave a fic on AO3, no matter how old, they want it to be read and they want to know when you’ve enjoyed it! 👌

1,228 notes - Posted September 18, 2022

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I’m know I’m not the first person to say this, but any newbies on tumblr really need to understand how different this is from a lot of other social media. Particularly tiktok.

I just saw a creator on tiktok reminding followers that it’s actually a problem when someone goes back to the earliest post and watches all the posts chronologically, liking and commenting along the way. The stupid app recognizes it as spam or something and then kinda puts a halt on their account? Literally punishing people for positive engagement?? 🥴🤦‍♀️

I’ve already heard people saying years back how they don’t want to be “creepy” and go through a persons blog, liking and reblogging tons of stuff. But think how many more people are going to be worried about it now, thinking they might do actual damage! Most people, especially younger people, are so used to the way tiktok works now. So please, do not ever worry about this on here. Just remember-

You will never do any harm if you go on a like and reblog fest through someone’s tumblr blog! The only risk you’re taking is to make the blog owner weep for joy!! 😭🤣

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When I stop daydreaming and write my fic it's over for u bitches

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Bemily Week 2022 - Day 5: Wrong Number

Beca: Hey dude, congrats on the album release, 10 Years of Ari is already on its way to number one! Thanks for letting me be part of it

Unknown Number: Uh I think you have the wrong number HOLY CRAP DO YOU THINK THIS NUMBER BELONGS TO ARIANA GRANDE

Beca: ....

Beca: Sorry dude... Number was one digit off. My bad...

Unknown Number: MY PHONE NUMBER IS ONE DIGIT AWAY FROM ARIANA GRANDE’S?!

Beca: My bad

When music producer Beca Mitchell means to text a refused-to-be-officially-named colleague of hers but accidentally texts the wrong person, she doesn’t think anything will come of it. Why would it? But through a series of continued texts, she strikes up an unlikely friendship with grad student and resident dog walker, Emily Junk. Suddenly Beca finds herself texting all night, sending endless Snapchats, and sharing several specifically curated playlists. So maybe she has a crush on this random girl she’s never met. It doesn’t mean anything, right? Right?!

39 notes - Posted March 17, 2022

#3

Are there any angsty jori fics you’ve read that you could recommend?

These are basically the only jori I can remember reading lol there's not much angst sorry in advance. I'm a fluff kinda gal.

This series is nicknamed the Virgin-Verse if I'm not mistaken and is my favorite jori ever and I've read it a bunch. This one actually does have quite a bit of angst but it's a mixed bag of angst and fluff and, as it goes on, smut. It follows them through canon and into the way future. The twists are delightful and the buildups always pay off. It will take you days and days to read. It's very long.

The Motion series is by one of the same authors and is set during school and also a little in the future. There is a little angst in this but it's very minimal and fades quite quickly. But it's well written and cute.

TweetDick is one of my faves in terms of characterization. It's really short and there is zero angst lol so sorry about that. But it's funny and cute and I've read it several times to remind myself of these characters.

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Maya Hawke in Do Revenge, pre makeover..... Gotta be one of my favorite genders

58 notes - Posted September 17, 2022

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I'd like to see Jean Jacket come for HIM

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