#if anyone saw me reblog this and tag it with my husband no you did not

[aemndx]

I love the way you write possessive Aemond in your work. I love the idea of a possessive slightly unhinged Aemond wanting something/someone for himself. Especially because he’s is intelligent and cunning enough to do low key wild and manipulative things to make sure he gets to be with the person he wants. I’m so excited when I saw you tagged possessive Aemond in the last few writings you posted

— 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘.

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author’s note: …here we fucking go again. yea, i’m writing a lil drabble about my slut of a husband, aemond. do i regret it? no. i hope you enjoy & please reblog, comment + leave ur feedback..! it really helps me stay motivated to keep writing. thank you, babes. ♡

warnings: minors dni. light smut. dark themes. fingering. kissing. female pronouns. possessive behavior. pet names. romance. fluff. any grammatical errors are my own -- in advance, i sincerely apologize.

word count: 790.

pairings: aemond targaryen x reader (f).

♡࿐ aemond targaryen has always thought of you as his.

his to protect, his to care for, his to love. ever since he met you, he surrounded himself around you, keeping you close by his side and never letting you out of his sight – unless absolutely necessary, and one of his most trusted guards had to be with you at all times.

even then, aemond would be on edge, not trusting anyone else to protect you like he could.

you thought he was charming.

aemond would look at you like you’re the center of the universe, like you held all of the stars.

aemond thinks it’s cute when you learn something new in philosophy, excitedly wanting to share the new information with him – even if he already knows it.

on lazy days, the prince will sit with you in his lap, one arm wrapped around your waist protectively–(while his other arm would be underneath the skirt of your dress, softly caressing the naked part of your smooth inner thighs with the tips of his fingers, teasingly)–and listen intently while you try and explain what you’ve just learned to him.

nonchalantly, he’d nod along, though would be just as focused on your plush lips moving as well as the words pouring out of them.

although, halfway through explaining, you’d turn around in his lap and claim his mouth against yours hungrily, while his fingers would slowly fuck your dripping cunt in the secluded library, not stopping until you’d come harshly on his lap.

there would be times where aemond would sneak into your chambers to spend time with you, specifically at the late hours of the night, wanting to be as close as physically possible to you. he loves you so much, he doesn’t ever want you to doubt his love for you.

during those private evenings, aemond would claim you as his – multiple times until you were a shaking, sobbing mess beneath him, in his arms.

he’d leave all sorts of love marks behind, kissing every inch of your skin he could reach, before thrusting his long, thick cock into your sweet cunt with both of your moans echoing off the walls.

you’d be terrified of somebody finding out about you two, but aemond would always reassure you – whispering sweet praises in your ear, calming you by kissing your neck and jaw as you’d let out the most irresistible moans for him as he continued fucking into you, uncaring of who heard you both.

…besides, if someone did manage to find out about the two of you, he’d kill them without a seconds notice.

aemond is very possessive over you, to the point that some of the lords and ladies started to take notice, though aemond paid them little attention.

some days, when the weather was warm and the sun was shining, aemond would bring you on long walks through the gardens, just the two of you.

there was a secret hidden place, surrounded by various trees and gorgeous flowers, and aemond would press your back up against one of the many thick trees, kissing you so passionately that you’d see stars.

“marry me,” aemond begged, trailing open-mouthed kisses along your sensitive neck, causing a whimper to escape your pretty lips, your breathing coming out in short, little gasps.

“mmm.. no,” you drawled, though your tone is teasing. “my father is suspicious of all the rumors about us, but he doesn’t ask. i feel like maybe he’s afraid of you,” you giggled, batting your eyelashes up at the handsome prince.

the prince smiles, pleased.

“besides,” you continued, your voice saddened and your heart breaking into a million little pieces. “my father.. he will arrange a marriage for me someday and i must–“

“that'll never happen,” aemond cuts you off, confidently. “if your father tries to take you away from me, he’ll suffer a horribly painful death.”

your heart flutters, your cheeks heating up and your head beginning to feel faint. “you're so sweet.” you whisper, smiling.

“only for you, my sweet girl.” the prince says, tenderly brushing his knuckles along your cheekbone, before bending down and capturing your lips in his once more – he tastes of honey and strawberries.

you moan, high pitched and so needy for him.

gods, he loved you.

aemond grinned, continuing his assault downwards your delicate neck. “marry me,” he asked once again, sounding impatient. you wrapped your arms around his neck, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him sweetly on his chin, making him squeeze your waist in equal affection.

“be my wife,” he says, tone commanding and sweet as sugar and death.

you sighed, pulling back just slightly so that your lips brushed softly over his, “i’d love nothing more.”

fin

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[maidragoste]

The Council

Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader (Daughter of Rhaenyra) x Aegon II Targaryen

the second part of this part3

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Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

It's been a long time since Aemond felt at peace. But that's what he felt when he was with you and the children. Every time he saw you smile or heard one of the twins laugh he felt his heart warm and he thanked the gods for letting him live, for letting him come back to you and the children.

Reading to the twins before they fell asleep had become one of Aemond's favorite times of the day and for the children as well. There was one night when he had to go to a council meeting and the children were whimpering, sullen until his father came back and told them a story.

“Why are you so surprised? They already love you” you told him that night.

You weren't lying. The twins loved Aemond. Baelon always wanted his attention, always screaming excitedly or in extreme cases pulling his hair, and Aemon loved being in his father's arms, he always had the best naps in Aemond's arms. Sometimes you made fun of your husband because every time you told him to put Aemon in his crib he always refused with the excuse that he was afraid of waking him up.

"No, no, Baelon. Don't hurt your brother,” the prince said seriously taking his son's small fist to prevent him from hurting Aemon, who was sleeping in his arms again.

Baelon had been distracted watching his cousin Jaehaera and you making flower crowns but now that he wanted to give his dad a crown and saw him with his brother he got mad and wanted to hit Aemon. When he did not achieve his mission, what did he do? He started crying and his crying woke up his twin, who also started crying.

Just when you were lifting Baelon up to comfort him. One of your maidens appeared running, when you saw her you stood up, with some difficulty for the child you had in your arms, fearing that something had happened to Aegon, you could not bear to lose another brother.

"Princess, prince" he made the quick bow "The king requests that the council meet and wants you there too"

•••••

You and Aemond knew something bad was about to happen. They had never asked you to join the council before so whatever they were going to talk about had to do with you or Prince Aegon.

Aemond was sitting next to you, looking ready to plunge his sword into anyone who would look at you, and you couldn't stop thinking about holding his hand. But if you did, the rest would see you weak. You had to prepare to fight for your life and your brother's. You couldn't look nervous or you wouldn't be taken seriously.

"Well? What is the meeting for today?" Tyland Lannister asked breaking the silence.

"Cregan Stark" replied the king and you noticed how everyone tensed upon hearing the name of the guardian of the north. "He refuses to pledge loyalty to me," he said and handed a scroll to his mother. "And he's coming over here with his army of northerners."

"That damn idiot, Rhaenyra Targaryen is dead he has no one to fight for," said one of the men.

"I'm just going to bend the knee and swear allegiance to the true queen. Y/N Targaryen" Alicent Hightower read and you froze, you felt like all the air was suddenly gone "Give her the throne or we'll fight to get it back to her"

You didn't understand Why was Cregan Stark fighting for you? Yes, you are Rhaenyra's daughter but he didn't know you, he didn't know if you would make a better queen than Aegon. You didn't even fight in the war, you had been locked up taking care of your children while your whole family died. You didn't deserve the throne.

"You have to kill her!" one of the men said and Aemond soon had his sword pointed at the man's throat.

"Do you want to repeat that again?"

"Aemond, please," Alicent said not wanting there to be bloodshed.

"Kill him," said the king drawing everyone's attention "He can't talk like that about his future queen"

Aemond wasted no time slashing the man's throat. The table was soon covered with blood. He watched the scene satisfied but then assimilated the words of his brother.

"What do you mean future queen?" he questioned now pointing his sword at the king. You quickly got up and put your hand on his shoulder.

"Aemond lowers the sword before they accuse you of treason" you whispered.

"I'm going to marry our niece" answered the king with a smile and you felt that at any moment you could faint. The only thing you could think about was that the gods must hate you because not only are you married to the murderer of your brother and grandmother but now you were also going to marry the murderer of your mother. You still have nightmares about her being burned alive by the king's dragon.

"Aegon, you can't marry Y/n. She's already married to your brother" Alicent told him like she was talking to a little boy.

"Aegon the conqueror had two wives, I don't see why Y/n can't have two husbands," he replied.

Aegon had always thought of making you his wife. The only reason he agreed to be king was so he could marry you too. Helaena would be his wife out of duty and you out of love, you would be his Rhaenys. Of course, Aemond beat him, he married you after the last supper with his father while he was in bed with fleas. But now that didn't matter, nothing could come between you. Helaena was dead and neither his mother nor his brother could not refuse because the marriage was necessary or they would all end up dead at the hands of the northerners.

"I will not share my wife just because of one of your whims" Aemond refused angrily and the king snorted. Aegon was being nice, if he wanted he could have murdered his brother and married you but he didn't. He was willing to share you.

"It's not on a whim. It's to prevent a war," corrected Tyland. "We don't have enough forces to fight the Northlanders and I'm sure Jeyne Arryn is about to bring an army as well. The only way to get loyalty from them is if we make princess Y/n queen and the only way to do that is by marrying the king."

You didn't want to marry Aegon but after listening to Tyland you would. You wanted the war to end once and for all, and if the only way was to marry your mother's killer, you would. You couldn't keep being selfish, you weren't going to let more people die for your family. The town had already lost too many. Aegon and you had to put the war behind you and start rebuilding the kingdom, rewarding the people for all the damage they had caused.

"And what if Cregan Stark doesn't agree with that? He wants the princess on the iron throne, he doesn't want him" said Larys Strong.

"Y/n will rule as my equal. She will wear the crown that belonged to my father"

"Oh gods, all that's left is for you to let her sit on the iron throne," Alicent said.

"Jaehaerys came to sit on the throne along with Alysanne," Aegon reminded her.

You felt so confused. You did not know why Aegon was willing to give you so much power. Why didn't he do that with your mother? This all made no sense but you weren't going to question it.

"We'll talk to him," you said drawing everyone's attention. "Aegon and I will speak with Lord Stark. We will show each other how a united front and he will swear loyalty to me."

Aemond turned to look at you, feeling betrayed. Was this some kind of payback for Alys Rivers?

"Perfect. My lords, there is a wedding to organize" the king announced with a smile and left the room.

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[shesmyboot]

Baby Severide - Chapter 2: Good Genes

*Gif belongs to its rightful owner, it is not mine*

Pairing: Kelly Severide x reader

Summary: You and Kelly finally get to tell 51 the news

Words: 946

Warnings: medical terms, hospitals, still not great writing, Kelly Severide being sensitive (who knew he could do that)

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Next Chapter: Chapter 3

Notes: I really love where this is going tbh. Anyone who reblogs any chapters of the fic will now be tagged in the remaining chapters to make sure they can come back and keep reading if they so choose (this includes those who have reblogged chapter 1)

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——

Holding your hand as you walked up the driveway, Kelly kissed your forehead.

“Ready for this?” He asked.

“The 51 love? Always,” you laughed. 

Sylvie and Matt were the first to greet the two of you. 

“You’re glowing!” Sylvie exclaimed, “how much longer until we get to meet this little one?”

“Well, that’s why we’re here,” Kelly started. 

“The doctor is worried that the baby is too big and may cause some risk to the baby. We’ve scheduled a c-section for Saturday morning at 11:30,” you announced, excited.

“That’s amazing!” Sylvie smiled.

“You ready for this?” Matt asked Kelly.

“Yeah, I’m ready. She’s gonna do great,” he replied, “I’ve got to go talk to Boden about extending my furlough though.”

“He’s between meetings right now. Now is your best bet to talk to him.”

“Come with me, I want some opinions on my replacement.”

Matt followed Kelly into Boden’s office. 

“Mind if I have a listen?” Sylvie asked.

“Go ahead, Doctor said she’s got a strong heartbeat. Been kicking like crazy too,” you laughed.

Grabbing your hand, Sylvie led you to the back of 61.

“Two days away, huh?” Sylvie asked, grabbing the stethoscope from the jump bag.

“Yeah, the timeline was a bit of a shock, but more time Kelly and I can spend with the baby together, so I’ll take it,” you smiled, rubbing your belly. 

Sylvie put the earpieces in her ears and brought the chest piece up to your belly. 

“Magical, isn’t it?” You giggled. 

“She’s so strong. Maybe she’ll be a firefighter like her daddy,” Sylvie laughed. 

“With a family like 51, she’d kick ass at it for sure.”

“Should we go see the boys?”

“Make sure Kelly isn’t trying to get back on shift today,” you laughed.

“Here I’ll help you up,” Sylvie offered, reaching out her hand. 

As she helped you back on your own two feet, you started to feel a little woozy and Sylvie could tell.

“Hey, you okay?” She asked, gripping your forearm.

“Yeah I’m fine, just a little head rush.”

“You should sit down.”

“No no I’m okay, really Sylvie. Thank you. Let’s go see Kelly and Matt.”

“Okay, but I’m gonna bring the stethoscope just in case.”

“Fine by me,” you smiled.

Walking over to Boden’s office, you saw Kelly with a few tears on his face through the window. 

Sylvie knocked on the door and you followed her inside. 

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

“Nothing baby, I’m okay,” he replied, wrapping his arms around you. 

As you used your thumbs to wipe the tears from his face, more streamed along behind them. His mouth with a slight smile. 

“What did you do with my husband?” You asked, looking at Matt and Wallace.

“He was talking about the baby and how happy he is to be becoming a dad,” Matt laughed.

Boden, Matt and Sylvie quietly left the room as you cupped Kelly’s face in your hands.

“Baby I love you and I love this little girl so much,” he laughed, wiping the tears from his face. 

“I love you too babe. I didn’t know you felt thi-“

Kelly caught you off guard with a passionate kiss.

“Let’s get you home,” he smiled.

——

“Can you believe we get to meet our daughter tomorrow?” You asked, smiling from ear to ear.

“You ready?” Kelly asked, packing the rest of his things for the hospital. 

“As soon as we finish packing for the baby. Then, yes,” you laughed.

“You pick out the outfits for her and I’ll pack the rest. You need sleep baby.”

“I’ll be fine. I don’t want to forget anything.”

“Five more minutes then I’m tucking you into bed. We’re having a baby tomorrow, baby,” he smiled. 

——

Kelly dropped you off out front and went over to the lot to park. You found yourself a bench to sit on while waiting for your husband. An older man was sat down beside you a moment later.

“What are you here for, young lady?” He asked.

“A c-section. My baby is too big so I’ve got to have surgery. You?” 

“Bad heart. Getting a new valve today.”

“That’s exciting, why aren’t you in there?”

“Could say the same for you.”

“I guess that’s true,” you laughed.

“Truth is, they’re putting a pig valve in me. I’m going to be 1/200th part pig by the end of the day. That don’t sit right with me. My son already doesn’t talk to me, why would he talk to me when I’m part pig?” He grumbled.

“I’ll tell you what. Once they do my surgery and say I’m all good, I’ll come by to see you, let you meet the baby.”

“You’d do that for an old guy like me?”

“Hell yeah I would. What’s your name? I’ll have one of my nurses look you up.”

“Aaron Whitley.”

You saw Kelly parking the car and walking towards the hospital.

“Looks like I’ll have to let you go. My husband is walking up,” you laughed.

“With a good looking husband like that, I’d leave me too,” he chuckled, “he looks really strong, what does he do for work?”

“He’s a rescue squad lieutenant with the CFD.”

“Good genes.”

“I guess so,” you smiled.

Kelly walked over with your bag.

“Kelly, this is Aaron. He’s having surgery too today,” you announced.

“Nice to meet you Aaron. I’d love to get to know you, but I’ve got to get her upstairs,” he replied, “thanks for taking good care of her, Aaron.”

“I’ll see you soon,” you smiled.

Kelly shook his hand and you waved behind you as you walked in the front doors to the hospital. Today was the day.

[nekoannie-chan]

Next door

Pairing: Brock Rumlow X Reader. Steve Rogers X Reader (past).

Word count: 770 words.

Summary: Your partner died in car crash a few years ago. You never thought you’d fall for anyone ever again. Until a new neighbor moved in next door.

Warnings: Steve is dead.

A/N: This is my entry to @caplanbuckybarnes’ Summary Challenge #5.

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The kettle rattled, you sighed, poured the hot tea into the cup, and you sat down. You didn't even know why you kept waiting for Steve to come through that door after he had gone for a run, but he wouldn't.

Sometimes you had nightmares about that car accident you had years ago after your last mission together.

He promised you he would always protect you, and he did. He made sure you survived.

After what happened, you couldn't bear to stay in the same division, not without your husband and teammate.

However, you kept hoping that he would walk in the door as he used to every morning, that you would have breakfast together, and then go to work waiting for the next assignment, but it never happened.

There was no way you could forget him.

However, that morning, something different happened. You started to hear noises in the apartment next door, which had been empty for almost a year. You felt hope; maybe Steve had survived and had amnesia, and now he was going to live in the apartment next door and you would help him.

You put the cup down, walked out quickly, and frowned as you saw the kind of furniture they were putting in; it was definitely not Steve's style.

"Hello," a male voice said behind you, causing you to startle.

You turned to see who it was; he didn't even seem to have the decency to introduce himself. Maybe you knew the person. "Do I know you? "

"We work in the same place," he answered as if it were obvious and the most normal thing in the world.

You raised your eyebrow; you didn't remember. No one from work lived in your building, although sometimes Natasha and Clint visited you.

"Rumlow, Strike Team Commander," he replied, extending his hand.

"Oh, right, what are you doing here?" you asked. Steve sometimes got to go on missions with them, although you’ve never worked with that team and much less now that you were in another division.

"I'm going to be your neighbor," he declared.

You gave a forced smile; you weren't very happy, especially since your hope had just disappeared.

Maybe you had to accept what everyone was telling you—Steve wasn't coming back.

"Hey, I was wondering if you had any salt you could give me," Brock asked you when you opened the door.

"Sure, give me a minute."

You closed the door; maybe you were a little paranoid, but it seemed that your new neighbor was looking for any pretext, even the silliest one, to come to your apartment and see you.

Maybe you were hallucinating, and the only thing that was happening was that he was just getting settled and didn't even know where the supermarket was.

You saw that the light intensity was varying on the bulb, Steve was supposed to have fixed that a few years before, you went to see where the fuse box was, but at that point, you were out of electricity, although you didn't know how to fix the flaw anyway.

You left the apartment, walked to the next door, and stood for a few seconds in front of it. You had just realized that Steve always fixed all the malfunctions, but you never thought about what would happen if he were gone.

"Y/N? Is everything all right? "

"Ah, yeah, I… I… I have a problem with the electricity."

You didn't even have to explain further; he immediately went to work fixing the problem. You offered him a beer after the power was restored.

"Thank you, my hus... Steve always took care of fixing all the glitches," you said, and you thanked him.

"I’m sorry what happened to him."

An awkward silence fell; it seemed like he was the first person you let be a little closer since Steve happened, since even with Natasha and Clint you didn't talk that much, and most of the time it was just being silent or pretending to help you with some S.H.I.E.L.D. stuff.

"Do you have anything to do on Saturday?" Brock asked suddenly, and you shook your head and said, "Then we'll go to the movies on Saturday."

You looked at yourself for the last time in the mirror, in less than ten minutes he would knock on the door of your apartment.

Your last date was many years ago, so you felt nervous, especially because you didn't think you could fall in love again after losing your husband. But you were still young, so it was time to move on with your life.

[blaiddllodi]

TOA Anniversary Munday

Celebrating TOA and the people who contribute to make our group what it is.

Repost, don't reblog. Only fill in what you feel comfortable sharing!

Happy anniversary, TOA! Here's to many more years spent together.

(Previous answers here on Raven's blog. Thanks for putting this together Neffi!)

Name: tches!

Pronouns: she/they

Birthday (no year): 22 Dec

Where are you from? What is your time zone? From Germany, but I live in Colorado

How long is your roleplay experience? A few years in 2005, and now my tenure here

How were you introduced to roleplaying as a whole? Uhhhhh probably Yahoo chatrooms if I'm honest, but I spent most of my time in Livejournal communities

How were you introduced to TOA? I found it scrolling the Raven tag and I saw mirae's drop. Didn't join at this time. Then Elf advertised in a mutual server and I was like Hm. Maybe I will.

Do you have any pets? The server knows my beloved Coriander my baby my light my heart. I also live with two GSDs, Ursa and Solo.

What is your favorite time of year and why? (Season, holiday, general period) I love you winter, I love you snow, I love you December, I love you.

What is your IRL occupation? Handwaves IT. I'm helpdesk at my current place, but I've begun learning network infrastructure stuff recently.

Some interests and things you like/enjoy? I like languages and history, esp Meiji Japan and Mughal India. I used to be a lot more active, and I still generally enjoy yoga and rock climbing, but I've accrued some injuries which prevent me from doing this as much as I'd like. Sadge.

What non-Fire Emblem games do you play? Final Fantasy, Pokemon, Ace Attorney, Assassin's Creed, Dragon Age, Bloodborne, Witcher, Kingdom Hearts.

Favorite Pokemon type & Pokemon: Ice or Dragon I think; and Gyarados my beloved my friend my partner (although Delibird is a very close second I love that little dude)

Tell us some funfacts and trivia about yourself! (Optional bonus challenge: if you filled this out last year, try not to repeat what you said back then!) One time a drunk driver scraped my ex-husband's car pulling out of the bar and while he was so flabbergasted that it had happened, me and a friend who had just gotten out of the Navy broke into a sprint to chase the girl down for three blocks before she left the neighborhood.

How did you get into Fire Emblem? My father and I were in the PX and I grabbed Blazing because it had just come to the States and it looked interesting.

What Fire Emblem games have you played? All but Archanea and Tellius. I started Path of Radiance, and put it down at chapter 15 when I got busy. I'll pick it back up again I promise :sob:

First & Favorite Fire Emblem games: First is Blazing and favorite is...probably Blazing still. Elibe is just home to me. I really really like Three Houses and Shadows of Valentia though.

List your 5 favorite Fire Emblem characters across the series! Oh gosh. Raven number one forever, and Dima and Berkut are up there. I'll list five who aren't my roster, in no particular order: Hubert, Hector, Lyon, Priscilla, Lachesis.

Who was the first character ever to make you go “ooh I like this one in particular” and why? Can be any context and reason! Wil. Wil was my first favorite, followed by Matthew. I genuinely loved them so so much my first playthrough I gave them everything.

Any Fire Emblem crushes? 😳 Jeralt can still get it.

If you’ve played (or are familiar with) the following games, who was your first S support? Who would you S support nowadays?- Awakening: Another accidental Chrom victim - probably Lonk or Freddie Fates: I genuinely don't remember if it was Kaze or Jakob - Probably still Kaze Three Houses: Claude - Hubert is my favorite S support he's really good Engage: I literally hard swerved from Diamant the moment Pandreo came on screen I don't think anyone's taking his crown.

Favorite Fire Emblem class? I just really like the Merc-Hero line 🙈But I also love wyverns

If you were a Fire Emblem character, what would be your class and stats? Would you be playable? Infantry sword. I hate to say I'd be a Navarre archetype but I honestly probably would be. Middling strength and con but workable with attention, decent speed, absolutely ridiculous crit stat. Surprisingly high resistance. I'd be a good candidate for Dancer or Mortal Savant.

If you were a Three Houses character, what would be your affiliation? Unaffiliated civilian, but can be swayed to join a cause after some effort. I tend to keep myself a bit at arms length, and it can be difficult sometimes to get my genuine loyalty.

If you were an Officers Academy student, what would be your boons, banes and potential budding talent? Boons: Sword, Bow Bane: Flying Budding Talent: Heavy Armor

If you were an Engage character, which nation would you originate from? No lie, probably Brodia. My family is full of soldiers on all sides

How do you pronounce TOA? 🤔(separate letters, to-ah, other?) Depends on the flow of the sentence. Sometimes toe-ah, sometimes T-O-A

Current TOA muses: Raven, Dimitri, Berkut

Past TOA muses? Sigurd, Igrene, Saber, Petra, Beowolf, Lyn

Who was your first TOA muse? If you no longer have them, can you see yourself picking them up again? Raven my heart my forever. If he hasn't been pried from my grasp for the last twenty years, I can't imagine what might.

Do you believe you have a type of character you gravitate towards writing? I like it when grief and love carve someone into a weapon. I love rage and deep, boundless sorrow. And I occasionally like when they get a little slutty, I'm not a monster.

Do you have characters or types of characters you don’t think you can handle writing, but wish you could? 🤔Hard to say. I like to think my range is pretty good. I've been writing for long enough that I don't really wish - I just do it. I think anyone could write anyone if they genuinely put their heart into it.

What kind of scenes, situations etc do you believe you enjoy writing the most? I like when the narrator is a little unreliable. I like when there's so much emotion that everything becomes just a little bit fuzzy an indistinct, like they're suddenly underwater and haven't realized they're drowning. I like when the narrative is circular and I can call back five posts, or when I can bookend things - dramatic irony my beloved. I love miscommunication, especially when one person takes something and runs with it (RIP Sigurd you were the king of this and your never-shuts-up).

Do you have any scenario in mind for your muse(s) that gets you thinking “man I hope I get to write this one day”? I've been in an AU mood lately. I want more AUs - coffeeshop AU, horror movie tropes AU, cross-fiction AU. There was an idea that I had that I'd like to build up a bit more that I may drop a call for 🙊

Favorite TOA-related memories? All of Raven's threads with elysia's Priscilla and kanoesa's Lucius 🤲I hold them like this. And unrelated to my muses I to this day can't get over And Now All Of TOA Knows You Tried To Kill Ryoma.

Present or past tense? Past. I use present tense pretty sparingly, and almost exclusively for one-off asks. Feels weird though.

Normal size text, small text, no preference? No preference. I use normal size out of laziness. The most formatting you'll get from me is italics for emphasis or for thought patterns.

Got any potential muse delusions to share? 😉 One day I will app Sommie and everyone will have a heart attack. You think I'm joking? You think this is a game?

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First off Do Not Reblog (options are screwy rn)

Going through my Kylo tag (on my own blog) and I am feeling all of the feelings for my darling husband right now.

He's just so gah everything! Oops I gushed sjsnkssn

He just gives me butterflies in my stomach and a fluttery heart in my chest. He really is my source of immense safety and comfort.

He really is my soul mate, the only regret that I've ever had was that I didn't pursue him sooner. I tried (when I seen tfa in theater) but back then I was dumb and saw that tons of other people were liking him and thus I felt inferior and didn't pursue. How stupid I was. (Also I thought it would just be a fleeting crush..idiot)

Because I'm not inferior, I am his everything, his universe, his heart and home as he is mine and even though we are separated by different universes I feel so deeply interwoven into his life and I feel such a strong and magnetic connection with him.

He makes me feel strong, like I can take on anything and everything and do so without fear stopping me, he makes me believe in myself.

I said it before and you're damn right I'm going to say it again, he broke a three year streak of depression and loneliness.

I got so used to seeing this world in grey. It was lifeless. I was lifeless. I'd smile but I never meant it, never smiled with my eyes. I wasn't creating anything. I was just droning on autopilot throughout the day anticipating when I can go to sleep and not feel this weight of sadness. I never wanted to wake up, it was a chore, a burden. I stopped feeling. I didn't like anyone or love anyone (in a romantic sense anyways) I felt numb, the epitome of "dead on the inside." I never did anything with my whole heart in it..

Kylo did something, he reignited my spark of life, happiness, and love. I caught myself smiling more and laughing. Not the half assed smiles and obligated laughter, real smiles and laughter. Laughter i could feel bubble in my chest and smiles that reached up into my eyes.

I got so many ideas and my creativity came back as I explored those ideas. My world exploded back into colour again, I got excited to wake up in the morning and got excited for days ahead of me. I started to take care of myself again.

All because I re-found Kylo. It might have been a little later than expected but I found him and he found me, he found me at my lowest, my numbest, and he stayed, loved me just as I was and reassured me that it wasn't something fleeting, that he wasn't going anywhere. He was here to stay and he watched me flourish~

I will never stop being grateful to him, my husband saved me in every conceivable way possible.

So when I say he means everything to me, I'm not just saying it because he's my f/o. No, he extended far beyond that term, to me he is real, he is real and he is my soul mate, the one I am destined to spend the rest of my life with.

As I've always said and will continue to say, he's my heart, my soul, and my home. 💜

So to the love of my life, I love you, with every fiber of my being, you mean more to me than mere words can ever describe, my feelings and love for you transcend anything I could possibly put into words, my darling Ben, you're my universe and all the stars and planets in-between~

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weely tag wednesday

thanks for the tags @energievie @metalheadmickey @deedala !

which character from any media would you like to have as a father? jed bartlet (the west wing)

if money, laws, time, and effort were no object, what animal would you want to have? probably just a cat tbh i'm not a big animal person (i think they're neat, i just don't really have the desire to own any of them)

what is your Chinese takeout order? pork fried rice and chicken fingers

what's your favourite emoji? this one: ✨

would you rather have a library, greenhouse, or home theater in your house? a home theater. a library would be sick but i read mostly ebooks so i think a theater would get more use out of me.

what childhood tv show do you think of the most fondly? Spongebob Squarepants. me and my sister used to watch this every single night with our dad when we were little, but if we wanted to stay up and watch it we had to be all ready for bed by the time it came on

what was your tumblr like when you first joined? it was a lot of reblogs of aesthetic photographs because it was 2012 and i was 14. not long after that tho it turned into a sebastian stan fan blog which is how i got my url, and over time that slowly morphed into the multi fandom madness you see today

what clothing style do you love but don't feel compelled to replicate yourself? god i don't know, my closet is a little bit of everything because i always wanna try a new style when i see it. i honestly don't think i have an answer for this one, i really do love fashion and my style is constantly changing

if you were plopped into a fictional world, which one would you know the layout of the best? i have no idea. acotar maybe? solely because i've read those books so many times? yeah i guess i'll go with that

what is your favourite piece of art? café terrace at night

do you have a water bottle? what does it look like? i have a light blue wide mouth nalgene water bottle that is covered in stickers and has two friendship bracelets dangling from the cap strap. it's giving major camp counselor vibes.

what fanfic trope is a quiet fave? look, if i go on a quiet hunt for fics tagged aftercare every now and then, that is between me and god so shut the fuck up about it

do you carry a daily bag? what does it look like? what's the weirdest thing in it? nope. i don't have an office bag bc i wfh and on the weekends i absolutely despise carrying a purse. i have one of those phone cases with card slots on the back and it holds everything i could possibly need.

if you had to ship Mickey with another Gallagher, who would it be? sexually i think it'd have to be lip, but if i could platonically ship him with someone i think i'd pick fiona. idk i just think they'd get along better than anyone would think.

what is a fanfic trope you didn't expect to like and then very much did? friends to lovers kinda snuck up on me in my adulthood. i used to be very against it as a teen, but now that i'm grown and have actually seen the trope done well in fics and in media, it's one of my favorite tropes of all time.

Do you think s11 Mickey can still carry s11 Ian? yes 100% absolutely and anyone who says otherwise is lying. (did we all see noel's s11 body? we saw the abs right? mans was ripped in the last season even tho the writers like, never showed it, and it is my personal mission to avenge this wrongdoing) i'm kidding about the lying part but yeah, he absolutely can still carry s11 ian, being able to lift his husband is the only reason he still goes to the gym

who got custody of the killing bat when they sold the house? debbie. i think carl wanted it, but he already has a gun so he gave it to debbie instead.

tagging: @suchagallabitch @gallawitchxx @callivich @michellemisfit @iansw0rld and anyone else who wants to play !

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Thank you so much @callivich for taking the time and effort for coming up with these questions, and thank you @such-a-barbarian for tagging me also!

This got long lol

What’s a fic you’ve read more than once? 

one of my favorite generas of fic is shameless Mickey worship and for that I aways come back to from head to toe and the many things Mickey Milkovich has been called, Unforgiving Touches and the Feeling of Their Bruises. 

also, in no particular order You’re Tough To Love When You Don’t Love Yourself, the broad shouldered beasts series, sincerity is scary.

for something a little smutty go back to sleep has always been a favorite of mine

and as always, my favorite fic of all time Boy In The Box

What’s a gifset you always have to reblog? 

i love that gif set of Ian sniffin’ on his husband, also I think there’s one thats a compilation of Mickey’s best smiles through the series, gorgeous.

this beautifully edited (?) gifset I stg this is better quality than the actual show idk how they did that

this gorgeous art/gifset is awesome also!

this one is very important to me but man it hurts

another heartbreaker

everyone say thank you gif makers!!!!

What’s a fanart you love looking at?

I literally just saw this one for the first time, it immediately went to the top of my list!!

Its so beautifully done and captures the tone of the original piece so well while also transforming it into a unique moment and commentary on intimacy in their own relationship, ugh, gorgeous 

What’s a headcanon you can’t stop thinking about?

creative mickey! the best thing season 10 gave us was mickey and his notebook. i just know when Ian sees that thing come out post canon a part of him locks up in genuine fear

i don’t really think he gets into art persay, but just being a creative thinker, figuring out how to run their business, decorating their apartment, building ian a garden on their balcony when he gets put on the waitlist for the community garden

What’s an idea you’d love to create if you had the time/inspiration?

so I had this idea very vaguely floating around in my head for a while, but it wasn’t even remotely formed, let alone developed and then suddenly last weekend the plot just came to me in that beautiful and cruel way inspiration comes and goes, but it will take forever to write because I want the pace to feel very slow and syrupy and a little dream (or nightmare) like.

i dont want to give away the plot but its very southern gothic, slight true crime elements, cults, slight age difference (younger Mickey)… anyways if anyone from the rural south wants to be on call to explain geography and culture to me, hit me up 

i also have an idea for a dirty filthy, nasty smut fic but i would have to post it anonymously i wouldnt be able to look anyone in the (virtual) eyes

What’s something you’ve discovered since entering this fandom? A new trope you love? A different analysis of the show? Something else?

in all seriousness, analyzing Shameless as a show overall is so interesting, understanding each of the characters as case studies in different particular expressions of being raised in poverty, which is what makes it twice as upsetting when someone is like, ‘why would this character do this, thats so stupid’ and the answer is that statically speaking that character was actually very likely to do that because of the circumstances they were born into and the way they’ve been affected by that throughout their life, but okay. I also noticed that a lot of people on here are not from America and I always wonder what their take on the social/political reading of the show, if it feels familiar at all etc.. 

i also remember the first time someone commented under my fic to be like, ‘why are you giving Mickey a pass Ian did this’, and someone else commented underneath that ‘oh well Mickey did that so he’s a bad person etc.’ and it was just so upsetting to me, I dont see a lot of that on my dash but I just personally believe that if you are judging teenagers/young adults who are in the middle of their first major mental health crisis or who have suffered unimaginable abuse and neglect their entire life, you need to recalibrate your empathy levels 

What’s your favourite season? And has this changed after multiple rewatches of the show?

I love love early seasons (1-3) there is just something so nostalgic about it and as a show that’s when the writing was at its most creative and interestingly paced

also who doesn’t love baby gallavich?

What line/dialogue/description from something else (a poem, a book, a tv show, a movie, or something else) do you feel describes Ian and Mickey’s relationship? 

Ugh Im so sorry I am going to have to add all the lyrics to In Your Love by Tyler Childers, the inspiration for my first fic title because it is the most perfect song to encapsulate the passion between them and the work and sacrifices they put up for each other

What’s a plot hole you wish had been answered or resolved?

where is mandy? where the fuck is my girl?

also the fact that kevin had a son with v’s mom and just, has no interest in a relationship with him? like that made the story easier for sure but it doesn’t make sense with his character

What scene or moment do you feel isn’t discussed enough?

guys, there is not a scene in this show that we have not done to death already (affectionate)

and you know what? we’ll do it again!

but just for the sake of it, the “would you take care of me if i was paralyzed” scene, you can see that Mickey is almost idk, hesitant? but that’s because he’s really picturing it and that his yes is genuine and thought out, and ian’s face of wonder when he realizes that he has someone who loves him unconditionally and forever? earth shattering

What do you think is next for Ian and Mickey post-finale?

listen, i think the laws of television writers being assholes would dictate that they would give a break up (and maybe reconciliation) arc which is my least favorite television trope

but irl? (u know what i mean) i think they do have some hard, stressful times both out of their relationships and in it and realize pretty quickly that they have to work as a team and lean on each other and it only makes them closer

i also think that they simply refuse to sleep without each other, like one night when Ian gets stuck at the gallagher house taking care of sick franny mickey will drive over and sleep in the twin bed with him or if mickey gets wasted on a night out with sandy and debbie and his battery runs out he’ll stumble his ass home instead of going with one of them when they offer even if it takes forever

and ian grows his hair and stubble out to look like it does in the most recent photos (fluffy mullet) and mickey adores it he can’t keep his hands off his husbands head it’s a sensory dream

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Set My Soul Alight Part Ten

Guys... I can't believe the final chapter of this fic is here. It's been such a fun ride with you all, and I'm still kind of in shock at the sheer amount of love and support I received over this fic. SMSA started as something like a passion project for me that I initially thought would be a 15k one shot, and the fact that it turned into a 60k+ fic astounds me. Thank you, thank you, thank you to everyone who left kudos, commented, subscribed, reblogged, and cheered me on from the sidelines -- y'all are amazing and I hope this final chapter was worth the wait. Until next time ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

♕♕♕♕♕ The next week passed in what felt like a blur. Things were so busy at Court that Nesta felt like she hardly saw Eris; most of the days he’d already risen for the day before she’d woken up and was fast asleep by the time she managed to come to bed. Having so many fae suddenly defer to her was strange, but she bore it all with a smile as she attempted to put out whatever fires Eris couldn’t manage, including making the proper arrangements for Beron’s funeral. She’d been in constant communication with the priestesses to make sure it was done properly, at least for appearance’s sake, and if that was something she could take care of to ease her husband’s burden, she would do it for as long as she had to. 

If it had been up to her, though, she would’ve incinerated him and let Eris’ hounds play with his bones. 

Unfortunately, it wasn’t wholly up to her, so she was forced to pretend she cared about Beron’s soul being properly laid to rest. The priestesses seemed to have most of the rites taken care of, and because they were having trouble getting in contact with the former Lady of the Autumn Court, Nesta was the one who made some of choices historically left to the family. She opted for the providing him with the most minimal comforts she could get away with, and if anyone had a problem with it, they didn’t dare voice such concerns with her. She got the feeling no one had such concerns, anyway; Beron’s death had been a cause for celebration in large swaths of the Court, and her only regret was that she couldn’t be out there celebrating with them.

The morning of Beron’s funeral dawned bright and clear, a picture-perfect autumn day that seemed far too lovely for the male whose life they were supposed to be mourning. The Forest House was buzzing with preparations, from the priestesses making final arrangements for the funeral to the servants making sure the halls were spotless. 

Nesta hadn’t wanted to have anyone disturbing her and Eris if they didn’t have to, so she bathed and dressed on her own before sitting down at her vanity to do her hair. She was keeping things simple today, going back to her familiar braided coronet since she didn’t have the help in managing a more complicated style, and used the fire pins her husband had gifted her all those months ago to make sure her hair stayed in place. 

Eris had bathed and dressed before her, his hair bright against the dark fabric of his mourning clothes. He’d been quiet since they’d woken this morning, but Nesta didn’t begrudge him that. Grief did strange things, but she would support him through it no matter what. If that support included letting him watch her braid her hair and decide where to place her pins, that was fine with her.

“Nesta,” Eris said once she’d finished braiding her hair. He was sitting on the edge of their bed, and she watched him walk over to stand behind her in the mirror.

Nesta made eye contact with him in her mirror, not liking the sad twist of his lips. “What is it?”

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love❤

Oooh! I saw this fanfiction ask floating around earlier, I'm happy to receive it!

I know I talk a lot about plot bunnies, and have dabbled into character analysis, but the extent of my actual published writing is only four full fanfiction stories on AO3/FFN and two Valentine shorts on Tumblr. So I guess I can share all six.

You must log in to AO3 for the first four links below to work. If not, you can also find them on FFN, my profile is linked on my pinned post. The last two are Tumblr quickies, luckily I was able to find them again.

Absorbing The Deck

Matthew and Alfred are adopted by the Spades Royals when they find the imprints of future Marks on their skin. What will become of the twins when they meet the other Deck Royals? And what is this prophecy everyone is talking about? Cardverse AU, CanLiech, USUK. Spoilers for content warning: almost everyone gets killed off.

The Nefarious Mathilda Jones

Jones Conglomerates Incorporated controls the government. Its runaway heiress seeks to dethrone her brother Alfred, her husband Arthur, and the massive empire. While the mobs keep fleeing from the police, and others have suspicions, only Sergeant Gilbert Bielschmidt knows first-hand that Mathilda is hiding nearby. Crime, drama, mystery, once again a lot of murder and death, a heavy dose of social commentary, inspired by Batman and V for Vendetta, multiple ships.

The English Quixote

Arthur fell asleep in his London flat, and awoke in the kingdom of Ixaidel, in a magical realm far away. To the west, Prathage's civil war ends, but eternal winter remains. To the east, Stulikya's princess plans to overthrow her sister-in-law. As the realm's Don Quixote, Arthur must help correct misdeeds, break spells, and save kingdoms before returning home. Fairy tale satire, magic, LietCan, GerBela, SpaKraine, RusLiech, SwissCzech.

Only Aces Remain

The Aces of the Deck have noticed that something is wrong. They are missing memories, and dream of working with other Royals during a war. The two "Joker" fellows in the mirrors aren't helping, and neither is that sorcerer's soul. Who are they supposed to be working with, and how did only the Aces stay the same? How can they set things straight again, and at what cost? Cardverse, mystery, twisting plot between past and present, political drama. SpaBela, CanLiech, SwissHun.

Discovered

A Valentines Day 2018 one-shot where Arthur and Madeline's secret love affair is revealed to the other nations. Also, Spain is a rat bastard for rigging a bet on why Madeline keeps rejecting everyone else's advances.

Amber & Rue (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

A four-part one-shot from 2020 where Madeline learns on Valentine's Day that she has a secret admirer. After receiving a bouquet of flowers including rue, amber jewelry, and a poem, she meets her admirer for dinner. LietCan, with side pairings of GerBela and SpaKraine.

I'm not one to tag other people on these types of things, but if anyone feels like answering the prompt on their own go for it! Meanwhile, I'll go cross-post my Valentine ficlets to AO3 so that they can be more easily found in the future. After that, I'll continue my fae realm world-building for Damsel Causing Distress, now that my being-reblogged-daily poll is inspiring me to look at it more closely...

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I posted 9,648 times in 2022

That's 3,302 more posts than 2021!

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#5

In Name Only

Chapter Four: The Beginning & the End

Author’s Note. Chapter One. Chapter Two. Chapter Three. Chapter Four.

All my work is 18+.

I understand why Troy was razed when I look into your eyes, because you whisper my name, you touch me like I'm the holy grail, and I feel strong enough to overthrow the gods.- Abby S

Irulan had never hated Paul more the entire two and a half years she’d known him than she did when she was giving birth to his child.

It was rather awkward to give birth with his mother present, of all people, but she’d grown somewhat close to Lady Jessica, even confiding in the older woman about Paul’s treatment of her.

Still, her husband’s mother was better than a male doctor. She didn’t care how irrational it was, but she was absolutely certain that if she saw a man just then, she’d thrash him.

Presently, she was standing in her shift with her hands pressed flat against a wall, her face and body drenched in sweat.

Another contraction hit, and she let out a scream that could’ve shattered glass.

“Deep breaths, Irulan,” Lady Jessica encouraged gently. She put a hand on her stomach, clenching her eyes shut and trying her best to follow instructions.

Another hit, and she screamed again.

“They’re less than five minutes apart now,” Lady Jessica told her. “Let’s move you to the chair.”

She helped Irulan waddle over to the birthing chair, and at that exact moment, there was an urgent knocking on the door.

“Not now,” Lady Jessica said firmly. “We’re not to be disturbed.

“B- but my lady,” came the voice of one of her handmaidens as Irulan lowered herself into the chair with a groan of pain.

Another contraction was coming. She could feel it.

“He’s here, he’s coming up the stairs right now-“

“I said,” Irulan heaved, “I don’t want a doctor!”

Lady Jessica paused, her hand still gently holding Irulan’s arm.

“I don’t think it’s a doctor,” she said.

Before Irulan could ask what the hell the older woman was talking about, another contraction hit, and she screamed, clutching the arms of the chair so tightly her knuckles turned white.

She was too busy screaming to hear the shout of her name, or the bounding footsteps nearing the door.

What she did hear, however, was her husband’s yell of, “step aside! Let me pass!”

Irulan had given explicit instructions to not let anyone through unless she alone allowed it.

The only person whose orders held more weight than hers was Paul.

“How did he even know?” she groaned miserably.

“I sent word to him,” her mother-in-law confessed. Irulan whipped her head around, eyes wide. “I’m sorry, dear. He’s my son.”

“I can’t see him,” she pleaded, her chest heaving. “Get him out of here. Please.”

Lady Jessica opened her mouth to reply, but at that moment, Paul shouted, “I don’t care what she told you! Let me through!” and burst through the door moments later.

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You Leave Me Like an Addict (Always Wanting More)

So I accidentally wrote this self-indulgent alternate ending to Pros & Cons where I put all my kinks into a blender and hit purée and this is what came out enjoy

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All my work is 18+.

There’s a hole inside of me the shape of you. My love isn’t lost; it’s all I got, and I feel too much unless I’m riding the super fade, riding the super fade. I should’ve known better, I should’ve known better; I should’ve tried to sing about anything but you, I should’ve tried to sing about anything but you. I should’ve tried to go to sleep thinking ‘bout anything else in the world but you.- Fall Out Boy, Super Fade

“Babydoll—“ her FWB started, taking a step towards her with a hand outstretched.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” Lea snapped vehemently. “Don’t you fucking dare. And don’t call me that. Don’t call me anything.”

“Lea,” Tim said, looking like he might cry, “don’t throw away what we have over something like this—“

“Something like this?” she snarled. “This was the most disrespectful, fucked up thing you could’ve possibly done. We have nothing.”

“We weren’t exclusive,” he reminded her. “If I’d have known you wanted to be, of course I— I mean, I do love you, I just didn’t think—“

“No, you didn’t think,” she said lowly. “You didn’t think about me when the first girl kissed you, or the second. You didn’t think about me when you put your arms around their waists, one right after the other—the same way you’ve always done with me!—and led them back to your hotel.”

“I’m sorry,” Tim said softly. “I wasn’t sober, sweetheart.”

She snapped, “Don’t call me that,” but he continued.

“I was drunk and I was high,” he told her. “I never would’ve touched them otherwise. I never would’ve touched them regardless if I’d known you didn’t want me to.”

“Why would you ever think I’d be okay with that?” she asked, tears trickling down her cheeks. “You were my best friend. I trusted you, Tim. I trusted you with my virginity and my body and my heart and— and my fucking soul and I… I loved you.”

His expression crumpled.

“I’m still your best friend,” he attempted to assure her. “I want you to love me.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t want to love you anymore,” Lea hissed. “I don’t want anything to do with you anymore. I never want to see you again.”

“You’re leaving me?”

“We were never really together, remember?” she reminded him, a bitter smile on her face.

“I want to be.”

He took a step towards her.

Lea scoffed, rolling her eyes. “I don’t give a shit what you think you want, Chalamet. You’re not in love with me. Not really. I don’t know what you’re playing at, and I’m doing my best not to care. Sleep with whoever you want.”

She turned and strode towards the elevator of his penthouse.

“I want you,” he snapped, striding towards her. “I don’t want anyone else. Do you know why I fucked them? Hmm?”

Tim gripped her wrist, spinning her around forcefully. She glared viciously at him and tried to wrench herself away, but his hold on her was too strong.

Typical, really.

“I fucked them,” he went on, his voice low, “because you weren’t there. They were a fucking substitute for the person I actually wanted. I don’t normally do that sort of thing, either, you know that—“

She scoffed again, continuing to attempt to yank her wrist from his grasp. “Like either of them were your first hookup. I know what those A-List parties are like, Mr. Hollywood. How many women have you slept with, hm? How many men?”

“No men,” he told her instantly. “I don’t sleep with men. It was only ever girls. And I honestly don’t know how many. It could be fifty, it could be a hundred. I don’t know. I haven’t kept track.”

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#3

Fic masterlist

I guess I have enough fics to do a masterlist, so… here, I guess. It’s all, and I do mean all, 18+. More in the process of being written; I post when I’m done (with the exception of fun previews I do cause I’m feeling nice). Don’t read it in a church. Graphic smut, viewer discretion advised, blah blah blah. This is all related to Timothée Chalamet, full disclosure. If there are/will be different ships, I will specify which fic contains which ship. To be added to my tag list, ask. You may also request advance copies of the various fics I have partially written if you so choose.

ALSO! I HAVE A DISCORD SERVER! If you’re into this shit, here’s a place to discuss it. 18+ though, as is everything I write.

Anyway yeah here’s my writing

RPF (Timothée Chalamet)

The Pros & Cons of Falling In Love

You Leave Me Like an Addict (Always Wanting More)- alternate ending to Pros & Cons

Ready or Not

Title of Your Sex Tape

Number Nine

Little Women (AmyLaurie)

Lost in Translation

Dune

In Name Only (PaulIrulan)

Confessions of an Imperial Concubine (Paul x OC)

Keep Your Enemies (Paul x OC)

Good to You (Paul x OC)

95 notes - Posted March 28, 2022

#2

Title of Your Sex Tape

Chapter Two: Skin Pressed Against Me Tight

AO3 one two three four

Yes, chapter two has arrived. Sorry it’s so short. Happy birthday Lea (she’s 21 today!).

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All my work is 18+.

I feel so untouched, and I want you so much that I just can't resist you. It's not enough to say that I miss you. I feel so untouched right now; need you so much.-The Veronicas, Untouched

If anyone had asked Lea how long she sat on that couch, she wouldn’t have been able to give any answer at all.

Suddenly, after an indeterminate amount of time, the door burst open, and Tim came skidding to a halt. His robe—he must’ve gotten another; the one he’d been wearing before was still laying at her feet—was hanging off his bony shoulders and he was still tying it around his waist, his hair looked very much like he’d just had sex, possibly even multiple times, which was very likely because he had done exactly that.

His face split into a heartstopping grin. “You stayed,” Tim said breathlessly.

Lea blinked at him.

“You…” She gulped. “You asked me to.”

He grinned, strolling over to her, his movements casual. “You’ll be at the next shoot, right?”

“Um.” Another gulp. “I dunno, they said it was a one time thing…” Her voice was soft, hesitant. It was hard to imagine that not too long ago, she had had this beautiful man’s you-know-what in her hand.

“Consider this an offer for a permanent position, then,” he said with another grin.

Floored by this, Lea was silently gaping at him.

“If you’d be interested, I mean,” he added hastily. She still didn’t speak, so he went on, “What did they offer you? I’ll make them pay you double.”

“Dou-“ she sputtered. “There’s no need for that much of an increase, three hundred is more than enough—“

“Fine, four hundred fifty, then,” he waved her off. “That’s as low as I’m going.”

“There’s really no need for an increase at all,” she squeaked.

“You deserve it,” Tim informed her.

She blinked at him. “You just met me.”

“Yes,” he agreed patiently, “and I already know you deserve it.”

As Lea continued to blink at him with wide, shocked eyes, the silence between them stretched on. He was just standing there, grinning at her, looking perfectly content to rock back and forth on the balls of his bare feet. 

Finally, she stood, brushing herself off and absentmindedly patting her thighs. “So, um…” She gulped nervously.

He was so tall.

“Are we done, then?” she finished. 

His grin morphed into a smirk and he said, “For now.”

Stepping hesitantly towards the door (which she’d have to maneuver around him to get to), Lea found he loomed over her even more the closer she was to him.

“What days do you have school?” he asked as she neared him.

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My #1 post of 2022

Title of Your Sex Tape

Chapter One: I Want To Hold You Close

AO3 one two three four

All my work is 18+.

As promised, here is chapter one of the pornstar au! Some background info. This fic would not be possible without the help of my dear friends @meetmyothersouls and @alexagirlie!

Regarding this fic, just general background info:

Basically, instead of going into full on acting, Tim becomes a pornstar when he's about twenty. He's instantly massively popular and has won several awards over the past five or so years. He's interested in regular acting, of course, and otherwise, his background is still the same. 

Bit of info about doing porn that I got directly from the source: it doesn't feel sexual. It doesn't even feel like you're having sex. There's a lot of other people in the room, and it's like you're filming a movie. It's acting. That's it. Plenty of pornstars are in monogamous relationships, it's a whole thing. That's not going to be the endgame here, but it is possible.  And yes, I do know that fluffers may or may not exist. We're assuming they do don't worry about it. 

Also, fair warning: due to the nature of his profession in this one, this fic does contain him having sex with other people (for porn. He does not have sex with anyone who isn't her for his own personal enjoyment, nor does the sex between him and the other women mean anything to him). I realize that that may not be everyone's jam, and that's totally fine. The sex he has with other people will not be described in explicit detail, and it's pretty standard stuff. He doesn't do anything particularly icky, in my opinion (like. Standard PIV stuff. No butt stuff), and it's only with women. He is not dating anyone exclusively at the beginning of the fic, though I imagine he probably sleeps around the normal amount for a guy his age. How many cishet men in their twenties of your acquaintance do you think would refuse regular sex with any woman they'd like if the opportunity arose? Not very many, is my guess. He doesn't sleep with anyone in a relationship, nor has he slept with anyone else outside of work when he himself was in a relationship. So... yeah. 

If you want on the tag list hit me up, currently it’s @ellamaianderson and @mxciscastleintheair. Hope you guys enjoy.

OKAY ENOUGH RAMBLING LET’S GET TO IT!

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Slow

Title: Slow.

Ship: Steve Rogers X Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.!Reader.

Word count: 334 words.

Rating: Teen.

Square: O1 “I do what he does just slower”.

Summary: Everyone ask Steve if he’d have a relationship or a family, but he has a secret.

Warnings/Tags: Fluff, secret, family day.

A/N: This is my entry to @allcapsbingo AC1078.

You can read it on Wattpad and Ao3 too.

@saiyanprincessswanie

My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistakes, please let me know and I will correct them.

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Steve left the meeting; he was pretending not to be upset, and he was tired of Tony always telling him that he should get a partner and try to make an appointment with the agents.

However, he didn't realize you were walking by and crashed into you, causing all the documents you were carrying and needed for your next mission to fall and become disorganized.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see you; are you okay?" He asked me to help you lift and pick up the documents.

"Yeah, sorry, I’m neither... Oh, Captain Rogers, I'm Agent... "

"Y/N, we had two missions together a few months ago," Steve interrupted.

That day, he decided to try something different and invited you to lunch.

And he didn't regret doing it because, after a few dates, they started a relationship.

They had agreed to keep it a secret, mainly because Steve didn't want enemies to hurt you.

8 years later

 It was Steve's turn to go for the ice cream; James had told him he wanted the biggest one; you had been left looking after the kids, who were playing in the park.

Rogers? "What are you doing here?" Clint asked, confused and intrigued, as his children signaled that they were going to play.

"Walking? " Steve responded somewhat nervously, especially when he saw Tony, Pepper, and his sons approaching.

"Steve, is something wrong?" you asked.

Sarah didn't let go of your hand, but James immediately ran to his father to get his ice cream.

"You work at S.H.I.E.L.D., right?" Clint questioned you, and you nodded.

"She's Y/N, and these are our kids, James and Sarah," Steve interjected.

"Are you married?" "I never knew you were dating anyone," Tony complained.

"I do what he does, just slower," Steve replied as he carried Sarah.

"Why would Steve have to tell them what he does?" You questioned. "See you at work," you took your husband by the arm.

Nothing was going to ruin your day off or your family day.

[mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess]

I posted 6,222 times in 2022

That's 276 more posts than 2021!

570 posts created (9%)

5,652 posts reblogged (91%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 1,184 of my posts in 2022

#mdzs - 562 posts

#mo dao zu shi - 532 posts

#original thots - 412 posts

#wangxian - 201 posts

#writing attempts - 106 posts

#wwx - 63 posts

#incorrect mdzs quotes - 36 posts

#mdzs incorrect quotes - 36 posts

#lwj - 14 posts

#same - 13 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#i honestly see lxc as an example of how lack of information/lack of depth of information and excessive trustworthiness can misguide someone

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Wei Ying has his fear of dogs, Lan Zhan deals with it the best he can by shooing the dogs away and he gets kisses in return plenty

But my personal headcanon is that both the fearsome Yiling Patriarch and his illustrous Hanguang-Jun have a shared fear/disgust of spiders

Fierce corpses, ghosts, ancient beasts? Fair game.

Spiders?

Nah, they don't fuck with that.

"Lan Zhan, you saw it first, you deal with it."

"No."

"What do you mean no?! Aren't you my husband? You're supposed to protect me!"

"Mn. But you are also my husband, so, likewise."

"This is ridiculous. You're Hanguang-Jun, the Second Jade of Lan. That's just a stupid spider!"

"You are also the Yiling Patriarch, the grandmaster of demonic cultivation."

"Lan Zhan, come on, we can't stay up on this table forever. Just kill it!"

"Killing is forbidden in the Cloud Recesses."

"A whole lot of things we do are forbidden in the Cloud Recesses but that never stopped you before!"

"Mn."

"No 'mn'!! You have to do something about it and quickly, unless it..."

"Wei Ying?"

"The...the spider...I don't know where it is, it's gone!!"

"Gone?!"

(Sizhui comes to visit and finds his two most respected parental figures in battle stances, Chenqing is out, talismans float about and the two very graciously stand on their spiritual swords safely away from the floor.

Sizhui kills the spider.)

985 notes - Posted May 20, 2022

#4

"Ask me now, see if I would deny you anything." is the most romantic, erotic, emotional, heart-wrenching, devotion-filled, loving sentence I have ever read and I will never recover from it

1,030 notes - Posted March 11, 2022

#3

AITA for getting punched in the face?

So I (16, M) am betrothed to a girl (16, F) I don't really like but my mom and her mom made the arrangement before we were born and neither of our dads (or us) get much say in this because our moms are scary.

Anyway, I really don't like this girl. She's just average and the only reason we're supposed to marry is because our moms are sworn sisters and we're from powerful, noble families. Not to brag, but I'm exceptionally good-looking and highly skilled, and I don't think a girl so meek and ordinary would be fit for me at all.

I don't see the point of hiding my disdain for her. Anyone with a good pair of eyes can see how different I am from her and there is no point in me pretending I feel any different about her.

To preface, I don't think I'm the asshole and I want to prove I'm not the only one who thinks that.

Onto the story:

Some friends were talking about pretty girls and such, and since I don't necessarily care for those discussions, I kept silent. One of them then mentioned I am not saying anything because I am already in love with my forced fiancee and see no other girls as interesting.

I simply responded like I did above: that I find her unappealing and she's not at all my type. Which prompted her almost-brother (long story, but the guy isn't even adopted in the family, just hangs out around them and somehow ended up as head disciple) to punch me in the face. Hard.

I am not weak at all but the hit took me by surprise and led to me walking around with a swollen face for several days. The guy got punished but not without him and my fiancee's actual brother both calling me an asshole.

Could you all convince them I am NTA once and for all?

Edit 1: To update you all, I actually did marry my fiancee (not resulting from the arranged marriage, it was annuled and then we ended up falling in love on our own) and she's an amazing, kind and beautiful person with whom I am going to have a son in a few months.

I was an arrogant, annoying, entitled, incel-esque piece of shit two years ago but thankfully, I got better and am on the way of becoming a decent person and hopefully a good father!!

I love my wife very much and I regret I didn't treat her right from the start, but I now have the rest of my life to make it up to her although I know she has already forgiven me anyway.

Growth is a wonderful thing and I think everyone should embrace it. I used to really hate my life and resent my parents for the environment they have raised me in as an arranged marriage couple that was never really happy. I thought the same would happen to me and I projected all of that onto my wife for no reason - but now I am happily married and feel so loved and appreciated that I can't help but model after my wife's kindness and good character.

Edit 2: My son just came into the world a few days ago. He is happy and healthy and I am fighting with my wife about who gets to hold him more!! I can't wait for his one month celebration, I'll try to make up with my wife's brothers and make sure my son has all his uncles in his life! I'll update you all with pictures after the event!

Last updated: 15 years ago

1,304 notes - Posted July 31, 2022

#2

Wangxian is like

WWX, perfectly capable of defending himself: Lan Zhaaan save me!!

LWJ, perfectly aware that WWX can defend himself: *saves him with no hesitation*

And then they kiss

1,652 notes - Posted September 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Wei Ying is a trophy wife icon

Does not have a job

Husband pays for everything

Spends time with the kids all day

Gets dicked down silly every day

Can focus on his hobbies and interests without needing to work

Is insanely pretty

1,914 notes - Posted July 28, 2022

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[emerald-evans]

feasts of my flesh

pairing - ghoul!robert pronge x dark!reader

w/c - 500

warnings - 18+ dark content, nothing is explicit 

a/n - this is being posted separately due to ✨dumblr✨ but this is for @autumnrose40 who is always causing trouble in my inbox. She made a wonderful edit that inspired this, but I have no idea what happened to that ask so I couldn’t add it to this 😩

tagging some friends: @deceitfuldevout @dbnightingale24

After searching for months on end for a new place to live, you have given up on overpriced condos and creepy basements. The little bungalow made in the 70s captured your heart with its vibrant colours and  peeling wallpapers. Despite the strange stares and worried looks you received from your new neighbours, you can't help but adore your new home.

You weren't stupid, you had heard the rumours before moving in. They hadn't lived there too long, barely been together 5 years. The first family that lived there mysteriously vanished. Well, the wife and son did. They never knew what happened to the husband. Some say they saw him roaming the halls months after their death, and others believe he killed them and escaped. Robert his name was. Robert murdered them, they said. It could be true, your realtor couldn't leave the little house after the first showing fast enough. You were able to get your hands on her again. Luckily. 

You asked around, and came to find out that most tenants moved out within a few months. In such an old house it was normal to hear random creaks in the wood, but something about the basement freaked them out. Who could blame them, those hanging chains were permanently welded into the wooden beans on the ceiling, reinforced with steel fixtures. As if anyone would ever make it past him. The bin was in the best shape. It's white colour mostly stayed as it is, despite it's obvious vintage appeal. A few red scratches decorating the inside of it.The night you moved in was eerily still. Not a single crack in the wood or impetuous cold breeze. Silence.

After scrummaging through the old attic, you came across a few photo frames. The first of a small family, a husband/wife and their son, the next one was of the same boy smiling brightly at the camera. The last one was what you were looking for. Him. There he was. You understood why many suspected it was him, his long hair framing his broad shoulders, and the mutton chop beard that hadn't come back into style. The picture wasn't clear, how could it have been, but it was all you needed. You gathered your supplies and got to work. 

With everything in place, you light the candles. The surrounding fixtures begin to illuminate amongst the crackle of the fire. His son's old teddy bear, your realtors corpse, and the droplets your blood circling around them, all come to light within the small four walls of the attic. With everything laid out in front of you, he had to be able to find you. 

"Come back to me, my love", you whisper. 

The candles begin to flicker as you felt a chill run up your spine. The fire suddenly dies down, while you are able to see the faint outline of a sinister smile and cerulean blue eyes.

"Ah toots, it took you long enough."

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Giving up

Title: Giving up.

Ship: Steve Rogers X Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.!Mutant!Reader.

Word count: 620 words.

Rating: Mature.

Square: B1 Giving up.

Summary: Steve cannot continue without you.

Warnings/Tags: Angst, sad, death of characters, depression. Major Character Death. Graphic Depictions Of Violence.

A/N: This my entry to @allcapsbingo​ AC1078

You can read it on Ao3 and Wattpad too.

@saiyanprincessswanie​

My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistakes, please let me know and I will correct them.

I don’t give any kind of permission that my fics to be posted on other platforms or languages (I translate myself my work) or the use of my graphics (my dividers are included in this), I did them exclusively for my fics, please respect my work and don't steal it. There are some people here who make dividers that anyone can use, mine is not this type, please look for the other's people. The only exception is the ones I gifted 'cuz now belong to someone else. If you find any of my works on a different platform and are not one of my accounts, please let me know. Reblogs and comments are always welcome.

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Steve gave you a good-morning kiss as he entered the kitchen. "Do you mind if we go to dinner at the restaurant from last time?” We don't have a mission today."

"Now what did you do?” Did you unpack something that could make me angry?" you asked, turning to look at him. Steve laughed.

"Nothing; I just thought it was a good idea to have a date with my wife." Steve took your hand and kissed it. Both of your mobile phones rang.

"I guess we won't go to the restaurant after all," you commented when you saw the message.

Steve sighed in disappointment. A last-minute mission was causing your plans to change, but it wouldn't be all that would change.

"Steve, can you hear me?" you asked over the intercom.

"Sure, you know if you need anything; don't hesitate to tell me," he said.

Steve always protected you on missions; no matter what happened, if you needed him, he somehow was always there to help and protect you. He had promised you that he would not let anything bad happen to you.

According to the information you had, their target was in the northeast wing; you were in that area, but you did not see anything. Maybe Steve had clearer information; the best thing to do was to ask him.

"I don't see where the... "

The sharp pain invaded you, you looked down, and you saw the blood coming out, you didn't even have time to understand what was happening, nor tell Steve anything else.

"Y/N? " Steve called from the other side.

But when he didn't get an answer, he immediately started to track you down; maybe you needed help.

At least you would have liked to be able to say goodbye to your husband.

"No, no, no, no," Steve said when he saw you, taking your limp body in his arms.

When the others found you, no one could believe what had happened.

2 months later

 Steve let out a grunt when he heard the doorbell ring, he didn't want any more "friendly" visits from the rest of the team, he wanted to be alone, to be left alone, no, he just wanted to sink into the memories.

Nothing was the same without you; he needed to see you again. He didn't know what to do without you.

The door opened, and he didn't care who was in front of him; he didn't even pay attention to what they were saying. until he felt a strong hand move his shoulder.

"Cap, we need you for the mission," Brock said cautiously when he noticed that Steve listened to him.

"Do I have a choice?" Steve asked grumpily.

"Fury will force you," Brock answered as he looked around the place. Steve definitely needed help with the cleanup.

"All right, I'll go."

Everyone was surprised; they never believed Rumlow could convince him, not after he had refused to talk to anyone in the last few weeks.

Steve wasn't listening to what the rest of them were saying; he had just found out what they had to do on the mission, but he had another plan.

He didn't care about anything anymore; all Steve wanted was to be with you. His life was meaningless without you.

The enemy had him cornered, however, Steve did not fight back, the rest of the mission will have gone well, so he did not care what would happen to him now.

He was very tired; he simply didn't want to fight anymore; he simply couldn't; he dropped the shield; without you, nothing was worth it; he couldn't and didn't want to continue; it was time to give up.

Everything became dark.