#please tag anyone you can think of with a large platform in this post. we need this to spread asap

[metanarrates]

I haven't seen a lot of coverage in the news about this, but my state has just advanced legislation on a bill that would criminalize trans bathroom use in publicly owned buildings. this could mean up to 6 months in jail and up to $1000 in fees for those convicted.

most alarming aspects of this bill:

-"publicly owned buildings" include airports, schools, libraries, government offices, some hospitals, and most terrifyingly AND explicitly within the bill, domestic violence shelters and rape crisis facilities. transgender people, who are estimated to be almost 4 times more likely to be victims of violent crimes than cisgender people, could become criminalized in the very spaces they seek out to shelter from abuse.

-on that note, the bill potentially threatens federal funding of already-underfunded domestic violence and sexual assault facilities. to recieve federal grants, facilities are required to follow nondiscrimination laws. this law could place the facilities in danger of losing the grants they rely on. this is severely going to impact victims' abilities to access critically needed services.

-the bill legally defines "sex" in a way that has a lot of potential impact across state legislature. according to the bill’s text, HB 257 would legally define a female as “an individual whose biological reproductive system is of the general type that functions in a way that could produce ova,” and a male as “an individual whose biological reproductive system is of the general type that functions to fertilize the ova of a female.” this could effectively end the state's legal recognition of trans people.

-the bill demands that trans people who DO use bathrooms in publicly owned buildings must have undergone both gender reassignment surgery and have had their birth certificate changed. this has several issues, obviously, but the biggest one I want to highlight is that this opens the door to potential genital inspection by law enforcement if someone is accused of being transgender in a bathroom. in addition to any other indignities suffered by being harassed by cops when trying to use the restroom, it is completely possible for law enforcement to now demand to see whether someone's genitals are in compliance with these laws. it's an unconscionable and humiliating invasion of privacy.

-the bill requires trans students to develop a "privacy plan" with their school in order to arrange access to unisex spaces. if unisex bathrooms are unavailable, the student can be granted access to a sex-designated space “through staggered scheduling or another policy provision that provides for temporary private access.”

-the bill allows the state’s attorney general to impose a fine of up to $10,000 per day on local governments that don’t enforce the bill. in essence, any government that isn't sufficiently committed to enforcing these draconian laws may face massive fines until they have reached the attorney general's standard of enforcement.

this is one of the most unbelievably severe anti-trans laws that have ever been proposed in the united states. it would effectively ban trans people from participating in public life, harm nearly every single victim of domestic violence and sexual assault who seeks services in the state, enforce criminality on random trans people in bathrooms, and open every single person who could be potentially accused of being trans up to a wave of harassment and discrimination from both private citizens and law enforcement. I'm not being hyperbolic when I say that this law would literally force me and my transfemme fiancee to flee this state.

the law's been fast tracked to an insane degree through the legislature. similarly to the anti-dei bill currently making its way through, it's only been a week since it was introduced, and it's already passed the house, and is now up for vote in the senate. if it passes both sets of votes, the only thing left in its way is the governor's decision to veto.

please share this post. make as much noise as you can. if you live in utah, please call and email your district senator as soon as possible. it doesn't matter how late you see this. the bill is up for vote this week (1/23/24 at the time of writing) and we need to do whatever we physically can to protest its passing. we've already moved past the opportunity for public comment on the bill, but a few organizations have called for a rally at the capitol steps on thursday (1/25/24) at noon. if you are in the salt lake area or are able to make it there, please consider attending. wear a mask and bring a sign. we are stronger together.

[em-writes-stuff-sometimes]

My Work on Archive Of Our Own

Please ignore if me gushing about the reception of my fics is irritating. I understand there are some people who genuinely hate when fanfic writers do this, so I'm putting it under the cut so you don't have to see it!

(And fair warning; if this irritates you and you still decide to click 'keep reading' and you then decide that I am obviously up myself so I deserve a hate anon or several, I need to preemptively remind you that I gave you the choice not to engage. You will be blocked and I shall call you a silly little guy if you do this.)

I also would like to make this an invitation to anyone who wants to share their proudest stats, or a nice comment they got, or even just something they are really really happy about in having written their fic. (No need to click read more, just go for it and use this as your excuse to show some pride.) On any platform!

Gonna tag the following: @lya-dustin @ewanmitchellcrumbs @the-common-cowgirl @the-wonderland-madnesss @marthawrites

@vampire-exgirlfriend @exitpursuedbyavulcan @emilykaldwen @ripdragonbeans @aegonx

Feel free to turn this into a pass-on game, if you like! We should celebrate the things that make us happy, too. ❤️

I've not ever really posted about this because, IDK, I worry about being considered a conceited asshole. I figure, though, that this is my blog and my safe space and if I want to celebrate something I'm proud of then I should be able to do so. Nor am I implying that I believe this is any sort of metric of popularity or superiority, OR that I write for the sole purpose of validation through clicks and numbers. I have very little interest in engaging with any of that rhetoric. NO. It's just a convenient bonus, kinda like how I love my job and the fact I get paid is awesome but not my primary reason for doing it.

Okay, I think I've got the disclaimers out the way? (Can never be too sure with fandom.)

I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who reads my stuff. Not only on here, but on Archive Of Our Own, which is more or less a place I consider the Ultimate Fanfiction Site (TM). It used to be fanfiction.net for me, but then their ads got annoying and their content ban gross, so AO3 it is! I've read fanfiction on AO3 since I was like 13, and I still find it crazy beyond belief that my work is not only on there, but that it gets any sort of traction at all.

As a little acknowledgement of something I'm proud of, I wanted to document my stats on my big series, terms of endearment, as of June 2024. It is by and large the biggest project I have ever done, and I've poured countless hours of researching, writing and editing into it.

darilaros (princess)

Words: 48,843 Comments: 254 Kudos: 801 Bookmarks: 111 Hits: 21,971

gevivys (beauty)

Words: 52,147  Comments: 578  Kudos: 2,965  Bookmarks: 490  Hits: 106,019

dōnus riñus (sweet girl)

Words: 58,775 Comments: 660 Kudos: 3,414 Bookmarks: 635 Hits: 141,339

ilībītsos (little slut)

Words: 62,725 Comments: 556 Kudos: 1,880 Bookmarks: 289 Hits: 99,939

ñuhus prūmȳs (my heart)

Words: 104,063 Comments: 1,188 Kudos: 2,274 Bookmarks: 368 Hits: 110,356

jorrāeliarzus (beloved) (ongoing)

Words: 38,451 Comments: 234 Kudos: 454 Bookmarks: 86 Hits: 16,208

That makes for a total of 365,004 words; 3,470 comments; 11,788 kudos; 1979 bookmarks; and 495,832 hits. Jesus Christ.

To everyone who kudos'ed, commented, bookmarked, subscribed or even just clicked on the link to the fic, thank you very much. This series has grown and grown, not just in my head but also in audience. It's given me so much encouragement and support in my writing, and a feeling like maybe I am decent at this? I don't know. I used to write when I was a kid, but I stopped during high school. Rediscovering the joy of it hasn't just been rewarding in terms of having fun with it, but also in discovering that there are people who genuinely want to read what I'm putting out. I've spent a lot of my life feeling powerless and silenced, so this really means so much to me.

I am going to keep on writing for as long as I possibly can, because I genuinely haven't found a hobby as long-lived and fulfilling as this.

Thank you. I'm so very lucky. I'm so grateful. I love you all!

[galway-girlatwork]

Never Have I Ever Killed Someone

Fandom: The Uninvited

Rating: Mature. Some angst. Some smut. NSFW.

Central Characters: Lucien and Reader

Central Relationship: Lucien and Reader

Word Count: 2,097

AO3

Please do not copy my work. If you liked it, please re-blog and tag me. Please do not steal my mood board. Stealing is just WRONG. I do not give permission to copy, translate, or post my work to any other platform. If this is not your shot of whisky, scroll on by. If you wanna read, grab what ever tickles your tongue and enjoy.

This is for Kiwi’s Never Have I Ever writing challenge. Thank you for letting me participate. It was hard writing this as I have never played “Never Have I Ever.” But I so enjoyed writing it.

I got Lucien and the prompt “Never have I ever had a one-night stand.”

Music Inspiration:

Bom Bidi Bom-Nick Jonas with Nicki Minage.

Diamonds-Rhianna

Summary:

What were Hollywood parties except a chance to show off the glitz and glamour? Shallow was the word she liked to use but as a PA to a boss who went through a horrid divorce, she was begged to go. To let everyone know he was okay when she knew the truth.

But now she finds herself drawn into an unexpected encounter with a stranger. He convinces her to join him in a private game of "Never Have I Ever." And what begins as playful banter escalates into an electrifying, passionate night that neither of them anticipates but both desperately need.

A one-night stand was meant to be just that—one night. But can something so intense truly end there?

Hot water from the shower head beat on legs as she sat on the floor of the tub, regret washing it’s self-down the drain. Squeezing her eyes shut, mind wandered back to the night before. The party she’d been invited to was almost an afterthought on her boss’s part. She wasn’t anyone really important in the industry, a PA to a somewhat famous director, but he insisted she go only to realize that it was to make him look like he was moving on from his divorce when in reality he was nowhere near over his wife. But that didn’t stop every single woman, with dreams of making it big, latch themselves onto him. She was quickly forgotten as they boosted his ego. She’d whispered in his ear that he owed her bigtime for it, his promise of a huge bonus and a bigger office, kept her quiet, for now.

Wine glass in hand, she wandered around the large patio, before finding a seat on the outskirts of the crowd. She wasn’t really one to be in social settings, awkward to say the least, had her thinking that maybe it was just time to call it a night and head home. Just as she was about to stand, is when he sat down next to her. He was handsome in an unconventional way. The loudness of his shirt, drew her attention, just as the tacky gold chain did. Large fingers drew the cigarette from behind his ear, like some cheesy 1970’s show, hand now patting pockets, looking for a lighter. Pulling one from her purse, she handed it over. “Here.”

“Thanks.”

Holy shit, he wasn’t supposed to have a voice like that. It was warm, soft, sad sounding, like he’d just had his heart stepped on. His name…Lucien, he said, not that she’d asked. You gave him yours, only fair since he’d offered his. “God this party is boring.”

“Then why are you still here?”

“I don’t fuckin know. What are you doing here?”

“Came with my boss as a favor. He is currently being mobbed by every Marilyn Monroe wanna be.” Pointing to a small cluster of people, four blondes to one middle aged, balding man.

“So, you’re in the industry.”

“A PA.”

“You two aren’t…”

“Oh hell no. Ever hear the saying don’t shit where you eat? I take that advice very well. He went through a nasty divorce and isn’t over it. Not sure what he’s not over though…The ex or the money.”

“Interesting. So, what should we do to keep ourselves entertained?”

Watching him finally light the cigarette, the glow from the flame accenting the lines around his eyes, arching a brow. “We?”

“Yea we.”

“Who are you here with?”

“No one. Came to make amends to um a friend. Didn’t go over well but since it’s free food and alcohol, why not stay a while, right?’

“Sure.’ Jesus fuck, why did he have to sit down? Now you were never gonna make your escape.

“Never have I ever?”

“What?”

“Ever play Never have I ever?”

“Um I’m an adult not a teenager.”

“Oh, that hurt. Come on, we can grab a bottle of wine and go find someplace quiet.”

“Oh god are you a serial killer? I’m not going to end up a skin suit in your trunk am I?”

“Never have I ever killed anyone, swear.”

“Never have I ever walked off with a stranger.” What the hell she figured, what is the worse that could happen? Skin suit in a trunk, that’s what could happen. 

“How about champagne instead?” Grabbing two bottles and glasses from a nearby table, she followed him towards a cabana, one farthest away from the crowd, watching as he closed the curtains, hiding them both away. Sitting on one of the lounges, looking up, she noticed the string lights casting shadows on fabric. “Is this where you kill me, hide my body in the bushes?”

“Nay you’re too pretty for that.”

“Thanks, I guess.”

Handing her one of the bottles, already opened. “Okay you know how this works. If you’ve done it, you drink. All right so ready? So, never have I ever ruined a dinner party on purpose.” He’d done it. Tonight, as a matter of fact, not thinking of what the fall out of it would be. He watched as she took a long drink, eyes fluttering shut. “Well, okay we both won that one. Your turn.”

“Um never have I ever punched someone.” She had just once and apparently, he had as well, both of them drinking.

Moving to sit next to her, head titled back as he smirked. “Never have I ever sent a dirty text message.” Glancing over, noticing that she didn’t drink, he shrugged his shoulders as he did. Before he got semi-sober, he’d done some very questionable things.

“Seriously? God you’re so juvenile, aren’t you? So, was it just dirty or really graphic?

“Really graphic and for some it’s a turn on so don’t judge.”

“Okay, okay, sorry. It’s just not my thing. It’s not the same as hearing someone say them. It’s sensual, sexy, to actually hear someone you’re attracted to, say them.”

A brow went up, practically to his hairline, listening to how soft and seductive her voice was, wondering if she was thinking of someone. “Does he have a name?”

“He did. Ian. Broke up with me two years ago.” Slipping her shoes off, she scooted back, now sitting cross legged, bottle cradled in the space between ankles and body, feeling at ease, wondering if it was the alcohol, being here with him or both. “Okay, never have I ever had a one-night stand.”

Hell, if he had a drink for the number of one-night stands he had, he’d not only drain his bottle but hers as well. However, eyes went wide when he saw she hadn’t brought the bottle to her lips. Eyes locked onto hers, a spark of mischief as he raised both brows.

“Really?" he asked, voice low and husky. "Never?"

Cheeks flushed a deep pink as she shook her head, long hair spilling down her back like a waterfall. Sensing her hesitation, but also a spark of curiosity. He knew that look, that feeling - it was the thrill of wanting to break free from your usual rules and indulge in something reckless.

Leaning in close, lips brushing against her ear. "I think it's time we changed that.”

Eyes flashed up to his, and for a moment, we just stared at each other. The tension between us, palpable, like a live wire humming with electricity. Then, without another word, we were kissing -lips crashing together in a frenzy of desire. Bottles forgotten, dropped to the floor, liquid bubbles pouring from them as he leaned her back against the lounge, deciding then and there, he’d be her first. She tasted like champagne and promises. Deeping the kiss, hands roaming over her body, he could feel her curves, hidden by the black dress.

Trailing kisses down her neck, hands slid underneath silk fabric, feeling heat, radiating from her, breath hitching as my thumb ran over her core, feeling the wetness of her through her panties, his name breathless pleas. God, she made the sweetest noises as her hands gripped his shoulders. Smiling against her skin, knowing he had her where he wanted her, knowing she wouldn’t refuse. Pulling panties to the side, fingers slid into her, feeling how tight and warm she was, he couldn’t wait to feel her wrapped around his cock. Pulling away, eyes never leaving hers, a small kiss to the corner of her mouth, lips all swollen and pink, fingers fumbling with the button of jeans, cock finally free from the strangulation of clothes. Gripping it, slowly stroking as she watched. Pre-cum dripped from the tip, voice barely a whisper, “Wanna a taste?”

He could see her pupils dilate as she leaned over, the tip of her tongue circled the tip, head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut as she took him in her mouth, a deep groan pulled from his chest, as hands grabbed fistfuls of hair. “Fuck.” At this angle she was able to take all of him, the base of his cock brushing against the tip of her nose.

Hips had a mind of their own as they rocked against her lips, eyes finally finding his, holy fuck seeing her like this caused an emotion deep inside his chest. She was fucking beautiful, breasts swaying back and forth, nipples hard, skin covered in goosebumps, feeling her fingers gently cupping his balls. “God damn.” Pulling her up, lips crashed against hers, tasting himself against her tongue, as he laid her back, bunching the dress at her hips, panties tugged down and off, thrown somewhere over his shoulder. “Please Lucien.”

Are they supposed to sound like that when they beg? He’d never had a woman say his name that way. It was like honey dripping from her lips. Smiling, he slammed into her one swift motion, hearing her gasp, nails digging into his back as he filled her. Were women so supposed to feel like this? Warm, wet, tight, soft, sweet, wanton?

His mind narrowed down to this one moment, she wanted him, not knowing the disaster of his life, just him. In that last second, he wanted to feel her come undone around him. Wanted to feel everything she could give him as he thrust harder, deeper, feeling her tighten around him, her orgasm building, feeling her mouth against the skin of his chest, his name on repeat. She cried out, just as he felt her clenching around his cock, one rolling into another as he fucked her through it, wanting to hold back but just as her second one ended, his own orgasm ripped through him, coming deep inside her. Pressing his forehead against hers, they didn’t say anything, just laid there, feeling erratic heartbeats.

The rest of the night blurred together in a haze of skin and sweat and whispered promises. It was like they were two strangers who'd been waiting their whole lives to collide. Untangling himself from her, he knew he’d never see her again. That was the beauty of a one-night stand. It was a fleeing moment of pleasure, a memory to be cherished. That was when he noticed the bracelet on the ground. Picking it up, thumb brushing over silver charms, he pocketed it, before covering her with a throw blanket, lips brushed against her forehead, before walking away, knowing he’d never forget the woman with long hair and beautiful eyes.

Body stretched, mind a haze before it reminded her of where she was, sitting up so fast, head swimming for a second before she looked at her watch. Holy shit, it was four in the morning. Getting up, she tried to put her self together as much as she could, shoving panties into her bag, a little disappointed. She knew one-night stands didn’t involve cuddling or breakfast in bed, they involved slipping out unnoticed while the other slept.

Sticking her head out between the curtains, she noticed that she was one of the last stragglers left, knowing that most Hollywood parties could go til the sun rose. Head hung low as she made her way across the grassy expanse of the backyard, toward wherever it was people went after parties ended, home alone with nothing but memories and perhaps simmering regret for what had happened. What was it called again? Oh yea, she thought, the walk of shame.

Cold water pulled her back to the present. Standing, shutting off the shower, large towel wrapped around her, she got out and stood in front the of the mirror, hanging over the bathroom sink. She didn’t look any different. She didn’t look like someone who’d had a one-night stand filled with mind blowing sex with a stranger. Sitting on the edge of her bed, she dumped out her purse, grabbing her phone, a single text from her boss, generously giving her the week off. Seems she wasn’t the only one who got “lucky” but where as hers was one night, his would be a week of someone who would fill the void the ex-had left. Fingers dug through the items spread out, groaning, noticing that her charm bracelet was missing. “FUCK!” was screamed out as she threw her self back, staring at the ceiling.

What she didn’t know, was at that moment, he was across the city, coffee in hand, thumb rubbing over a charm as he stared out the window.

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Dividers by @saradika-graphics

[nerdallwritey]

Wip Wednesday!

Thanks for the tags @khywren, @busy-baker, and @kalmiaphlox!

I swear part 5 of Beauty and the Bard is done, but my beta hasn't gotten a chance to read yet. As a result, here's a silly little passage that made me laugh as I wrote it to hold you over!

“Our attackers are using an Invisibility spell,” you said quietly. “If we can get them to attack us, we can break the spell and see them clearly before they have the chance to cast it again.” “Sounds fairly dangerous,” Gale muttered, holding a hand to his chin in thought. “Do you have any better ideas?” Shadowheart whispered, pulling her shield and morning star off of her back.  “Not really,” Gale said after thinking for a moment.  Astarion, meanwhile, had already unsheathed his daggers. “Let’s spill some blood.” A wicked grin graced his features.  “Let’s think about this for a second,” you said, holding out an arm to block him from getting up and feeling him deflate. You peered around the large rock that you and your companions had ducked behind. Platforms were littered throughout the decrepit village, perfect for you all to spread out. Quietly, you removed your lute and your backpack.  “Now’s not really the time to serenade us with a sappy love song, dearest,” Astarion said, his eyes on your loose lute that he’d recently gifted you.  “Shut up, and take this,” you said, handing him a scroll of Misty Step that you pulled out of your bag. You handed one to Shadowheart as well. “Gale, how are you doing on magic?” Gale flexed his hands, the purple of the Weave sparking at his fingertips. “Good enough to take out a few dwarves, I’d say. But I have my crossbow if necessary.” You nodded and turned to Shadowheart. “You?” She nodded back at you. “I should have enough for some healing if anyone needs it, but I’ll stick to cantrips if I can.” You nodded again, thinking deeply. “Okay, our magic is running kind of low, so we have to be smart about this.” Astarion cleared his throat. “Aren’t you going to ask me about my magic, darling?” Shadowheart laughed humorlessly. “Oh, please. As if you won’t rely entirely on those knives of yours.” He scoffed. “I’ll have you know, I’m also very skilled with a bow.”

I hoping to get the full thing out to you guys soon. Thank you for your patience! It makes me anxious to not post the finished product yet but I truly appreciate you guys bearing with me.

No pressure tagging: @astarioffsimpmain and @atsadi-shenanigans!

[nekoannie-chan]

Puppies

Title: Puppies.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes & Clint Barton.

Word count: 544 words.

Square: N2 & D5 “Puppy/Kitten interview” & “Live TV”.

Rating: Teen.

Summary: A fluffy interview.

Major Tags: Fluff, puppy interview, none puppy was damaged during the interview, Husky obsessed with Bucky's arm.

Additional tags: My entry for the @stuckybingo Stucky Bingo Round 6 (Card SB6065) and @steverogersbingo Steve Rogers Bingo Round 4 (Card SB4004).

Links: Wattpad, Ao3, Spanish version.

@saiyanprincessswanie

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

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The TV studio room was impeccably lit, with a blue backdrop and a large screen showing images of the Avengers in action. A long, comfortable couch with strategically placed cushions was in the center of the set. The real draw, however, was not the furniture or the production lights but the large cage to one side, filled with playful puppies of various breeds.

The interview, arranged by a morning show, was intended to show a more relaxed side of some heroes who saved the world. Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, and Clint Barton were the guests of honor.

“Welcome, guys,” said the host. “After all you've been through, we think this interview will be something completely different from anything you've experienced before. Ready for a little tenderness”?

Clint arched an eyebrow. “You brought us in for doggie hugging?” he asked.

“I don't know if I'm the best candidate for this,” Bucky muttered, waving his metal arm in warning.

“Come on, guys. After all, what could be more relaxing than this?”

The presenter snapped her fingers, and an attendant opened the cage, releasing a horde of puppies of varying sizes and colors. They were little balls of overflowing energy, barking and running in all directions.

Steve was the first to be hit by a fluffy golden retriever, which jumped on his legs and started licking his face.

Clint was greeted by a group of three puppies that clambered onto his legs like a training mountain.

“Wow, ok, ok! One at a time, guys,” he said, as one of them tried to chew on his shoelaces.

But it was Bucky who got the biggest surprise. One puppy in particular, a white husky with bright blue eyes, approached him with his head cocked to one side, analyzing the metal arm curiously. He sniffed at the metal and suddenly bit down eagerly.

Bucky froze completely still. “Wait...what's he doing?”

Clint let out a laugh at the sight. “I think he thinks he's a toy.”

Steve also began to laugh as he watched the husky chomp with all his might, accomplishing nothing more than slipping his little teeth on the surface of the vibranium. “Maybe you should have put something less shiny on it, Buck.”

Bucky lifted the puppy with his normal hand and stared him straight in the eye. “Boy...that's not a bone.”

The husky just wagged his tail and whined, trying to bite the metal arm again.

“Sorry, Bucky,” the presenter said with a chuckle. “Looks like your arm is too tempting.”

Bucky sighed and looked at Steve with resignation. “You know what the worst part is? That he's not even the first dog to try it.”

Clint let out a laugh as one of the pups climbed onto his shoulder. “Let me guess, Rocket was the first?”

“And how did that story end?” the presenter asked, petting a small black Labrador that had curled up in her lap.

“I ended up with a new rule of 'Don't let Rocket near my arm unsupervised,'” Bucky said.

The interview continued amid barking. At one point, a French bulldog fell asleep on Clint's leg, a small beagle snuggled against Steve's chest, and the husky, who seemed to have adopted Bucky, kept insisting on trying to chew on the metal arm.

[olderthannetfic]

Re: Hypertagging characters/ships for triggers, yeah as someone whos insane ass has a very serious trigger for a specific fictional character -particularly if they are portrayed in a positive light- I just Do Not Read Fic in that fandom by and large and blacklist it pretty hard.

It sucks I had to divorce myself from the fandom because I LIKED the earlier seasons and sometimes the fic was cute and good, but I simply cannot reasonably ask anyone to tag every mention of that character so I blacklist it all.

Its a me issue, NOT a them issue, so its my job to manage it and actually put effort into that.

That means blacklisting the show on every platform that is possible that I use, not following people who are likely to post that character, not consuming the new canon content of the show in case I get jumpscared with the character, and only ever intentionally looking for content if im in the right frame of mind to be able to stand simply seeing the name somewhere while I control+f a fic to see if they show up. I even sometimes ask friends to prescreen fics sometimes if I REALLY want to read something.

I make my own content if I want to engage with that media and I avoid the fandom. Its... I wont say its easy because it really sucks actually, but the world cannot and should not cater to me in that way. Its a competing access need and unreasonable to ask.

Its reasonable to ask a friend to warn/not deliberately show me that character- not NOT reasonable to ask a rando to do that.

Id even try to desensitize the trigger if I was in a good place for doing it but I am the wrong kind of insane to be doing that any time soon lol. Trauma work lays you right out.

To people wondering how anyone could be so fragile as to need something like that tagged; PTSD and other mental illnesses that cause serious triggers often latch onto innocuous things. Do you think I want to have such a 'cringe' trigger that causes me to [redacted] at best and have a dissociative panic attack-flashback combo AND [redacted] at worse? No its dumb as hell and I hate that there is very little to do to suppress it. Does that make the trigger go away? Also no. Its not like this is just me not liking or being uncomfortable with the character, this is an involuntary serious-hazard-to-health negative reaction I shant detail that sucks ass.

Yes us crazies do deserve to participate in fandom spaces too, we arent too broken to be barred from playing with everyone else- we just have to understand where the reasonable line is on accommodations for tagging, understand that competing access needs are a thing, and do the rest of the work ourselves.

Its not perfect but its the most good for the most people.

Id invite anyone who has a character/ship/etc trigger to seriously just blacklist the media and do what I do or even be more strict about it. You will feel so much better and more stable im not kidding. It sucks to lose a beloved fandom but you will feel so much better.

For everyone else- dont feel you need to tag every last mention on something. If you really want to be trigger friendly for some reason, you can put in the chapter notes all the minor mentions of stuff or w/e. Please Do Not put it in the proper tags.

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Sadly, "dumb as hell" is a pretty default setting for triggers. If only brains were logical and behaved themselves! But one has to work with what one's got.

[hyperfixation-symposium]

I've always been one to try to bring a bit of positivity to the tags when things get heavy, and while I do wanna do that, I also want to discuss my thoughts on what I've seen today and everything because I feel like this is a place where we can have a healthy discussion.

First things first though, here's the fluff. All discource is below the readmore. Don't click if that's not what you're here for.

Here are some of my favorite silly egg moments!

I think it is really dissapointing to see how today went. It feels like more and more people are pushed out of doing the lore they wanna do as the responce is more and more toxic.

I feel like we can have a healthy converation about it here, and while I appriciate that and I'm seeing a lot of really great posts about those topics, I personally just feel dissapointment.

I feel like this was going to happen regardless because of the size of the audience that the veiwers have alongside mob mentality, and that inevitability sucks. I feel like it was ramped up by such an insane amount when the polotics started, and while I do my best to trust in the QSMP admins and their stories, it felt like a polotical arc was really one of the worst ways they could have moved forward.

Polotics are a banned topic in a lot of gatherings of a large amount of people for a reason. People get extremely passionate about things that they can't change or influence, often in a way where they feel like they have to be morally correct. Feeling like you have the moral high ground over someone is often a way people disregard others humanity.

This arc has torn the islanders apart for so many reasons, and it feels like it will only continue to do so as the audiences of the members get up in arms over a ficitional polotical system.

And please don't act like burning down bird app will solve every problem. I love yelling that as much as anyone else, but the truth is that there would still be toxic chatters getting in the same way they do now. There is inherently a problem in how people let the roleplay affect them.

I simply hope that Bad stepping back won't affect his fun on the QSMP and his friendship with Forever. They're very fun people and it truly saddens me that their public platforms may tear them apart. I simply want them to have fun in their silly roleplay.

That being said, these are my main thoughts, please feel free to shoot me asks or anything else, or even ask for fluff. I will write some. Okay night <3

[dammonsforge]

Alright. Finally taking the time to sit down and write this.

CONTENT WARNING FOR VARIOUS FORMS OF BIGOTRY (h*mophobia, tr*nsphobia, z*onism, etc) IN PARASOCIAL RELATIONSHIPS. PLEASE TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF AND SCROLL IF NEEDED.

Hello. For those of you who do not know me and have not looked at my page, my name is Dammon. I am a fictive alter in a medically recognized DID system. I am sourced from Baldur’s Gate 3 and anyone in the fandom who has been online recently has likely seen everything happening with my VA, Frazer Blaxland. It should be noted that I am not discussing this without evidence to support my claims, so screenshots and a thread relating to the matter will be available below the cut.

It has recently come to light that Blaxland is a TERF, seemingly homophobic, and supports Zionist creators and posts. This is obviously an issue, especially when the fandom is taken into consideration. Many of the vocal members of the fandom are queer in some way, along with some of the cast of the game itself. He has taken to profiting off of groups that he is hateful towards, and that is downright malicious if you think about it. Similarly, a large majority of the fandom is vocal and actively Pro-Palestine, which is currently experiencing a genocide (as we all know). The fact that he has such a large platform and is using it to be vocally against marginalized groups is very very dangerous.

As a fictive of a character that he voiced, I am taking this moment to remind everyone that my page is a safe space for Palestinians, people under the queer umbrella/lgbtqia+ umbrella, and people specifically under the trans* umbrella. I despise that the character I am sourced from has any connection to him, and hope that we can try to fix the hurt he has caused for this community.

Here is the text thread mentioned, and below are tweets showing different ways that Blaxland has been treating fans and the type of content/creators he has been interacting with.

Other posts I reblog/make about this subject can also be found under the #regarding frazer tag.

[gummybugg]

🎉Get to Know my OC!🎉

Trying to get back into posting again! Thank you so much for the tag, @sender-paulson here <- go check it out right now!

I will gently tag a slew of people to try this out for funsies: @pigeonedoesstuff @tearsofperseides @whats-on-your-mind-then @asterhaze @anoelleart @theimperiumchronicles @acatwrites @lassiesandiego @frostedlemonwriter @moonluringfrost @lalalovezfrenchfriez @bilbotargaryen @angie-j-kay @hydrangea-gas @nightinthebuilding @rachaellawrites @crowandmoonwriting & anyone who wants to hop in (just say I tagged u)

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Alright, let's start! The victim: Elijah from my WIP Crater City

This interview makes a tad more sense if you go read Blair's here. Just for things like context & why Blair is in Elijah's interview.

[warning: brief mentions of blood]

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A tall man wearing all black save the peak of yellow under his patch-covered jean jacket steps into the room, careful not to smack his head in the doorway. The clunking of his eight-inch platform boots echo against the walls of the small, white concrete room. He is covered in freckles and sports a curly brown undercut with a star shaved above each ear on each side of his head. He eases himself down in the low chair in front of an old wooden table. The only source of light beams from the hanging lightbulb, which swings lazily a few inches above his head. A large one-way mirror is placed in front of him where Blair and I sit watching from a small office. Elijah knows this, and, at Blair’s persuasion from the last interview, decides to give the interview a try. “Are you ready for the interview?” I ask.

[1.] Are you named after anyone?

Elijah: No. Blair: Well, that’s a boring answer.  Elijah: What do you want me to say? Blair: Uh, I dunno, lie and said you were named after someone from a war or something.  Elijah (laughing): Why would I lie about the origin of my name?  Blair: I’m just sayin’, people eat that stuff up.  Me: Perhaps I got his name from a waiter at my favorite restaurant. Or maybe it was Maybelline.  Blair: Who tf is Maybelline? Me: Next question!

[2.] When was the last time you cried?

Elijah: Hm, you know, I actually can’t remember. I think I’m too busy trying to keep myself together for those around me.  Blair: You say that, then turn around and cry when you find a moth in your bathroom. Elijah: Do you have any idea how unpredictable moths are? Anything that can fly instantly has more dimensions it can attack you from, as you stand defenselessly in your shortened range of motion. Plus, that one BobSponge episode.  Blair: It was a butterfly in that episode.  Elijah: Don’t get me started on those. I don’t think any living thing should possess a tongue that long. For what? Making every time I see a butterfly sipping from a flower feel like I’m barging in on something inappropriate?  Blair (laughing): Good God, Elijah, is that really what you think about when you see a butterfly?  Elijah (touching his forehead): Yes, unfortunately. 

[3.] Do you have kids?

Elijah: No, I’m 24 and I’d like to keep it that way.  Blair: Aw, c’mon, I’ve seen you get along well with my little cousins. In fact, their parents keep asking for you every time I attend a family reunion because you’re such a good role model. Elijah: That’s on you, because you keep instigating the children and I’m the one who has to pull you aside and remind you that they’re only, like, six and have no concept of the law.  Blair: Ok, fair point. 

[4.] Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Elijah: I used to be told my deadpan reminds people of my uncle. So, I try to steer clear from that. Or, I try to act more obviously sarcastic.  Blair: Elijah gives a mean death glare. Sends shivers down my spine. Elijah: Yeah… Elijah (fidgeting): … Elijah: Can we move on to the next question, please?

[5.] What's the first thing you notice about people?

Elijah: If they are someone I should be extra careful around. I check for badges, patches, weapons, and body language.  Blair: Damn, really? Elijah (chuckling awkwardly): Oh, no, like, yeah…? Doesn’t everyone do this? The city is a dangerous place…!  Blair: Yeah, I can agree with that. 

[6.] What's your eye colour?

Elijah: Brow– Blair (interrupting): Brown but like in a caramel way right before you overcook it and it boils over.  Elijah: Thanks, Blair.  Blair: You’re welcome. No need for a mirror when you got me.  Elijah: Why would I need a mirror to remind me of my eye colo—oh, nevermind…

[7.] Scary movies or happy endings?

Elijah: Scary movies. But nothing like true crime. Slashers or movies with crappy special effects are fine. Blood on TV doesn’t bother me like it does in real life. It’s the true crime that does.  Blair: But I thought you had homophobia? Elijah: Hemophobia. But no, it doesn’t bother me because I know it’s not real. And I can’t smell or feel it through the screen, thankfully. 

[8.] Any special talents?

Elijah: Well, I am the most indecisive person on the planet, I can make the most gucci powerpoints you have ever seen (complete with special effects and animations), I can type at around 200 wpm, and I can down six energy drinks in one sitting without dying.  Blair: All I hear is computer nerd in four different languages.  Elijah (laughing): You act like you haven’t done the same. I’ve seen you the night before finals. Blair: I’m actually surprised you haven't combusted into 57 varieties and flavors from all that caffeine yet. Elijah: Took me years to get where I am now. You are but a young grasshopper in comparison.

[9.] Where were you born?

Elijah: In Crater City in a well-off neighborhood. Born to a father who couldn’t give a rat’s ass about me as a person and a mother who just went along with whatever he said. They spent more money on vacations than my childhood expenses, while leaving me to hang with my uncle, who I also blame for my shitty upbringing. They all owe me therapy. Blair (suddenly with popcorn in his hands): Tell ‘em, Elijah!

[10.] What are your hobbies?

Elijah (listing off): I like coding, playing video games, skateboarding, playing my guitar… Blair (mimicking his cadence): He even writes his own songs, but every time you ask him he acts clueless… Elijah: I never told you I wrote songs. Blair (continuing): Maybe I accidentally read his music book and a slip of paper fell out… Elijah (turning red): Hey! Me (suddenly eating popcorn): What does he write about? Blair: Oh, you know, like childhood angst. And women with red hair. And sentimental songs about-- Elijah: Enough! Enough! Next question, or I swear to god--!

[11.] Do you have any pets?

Elijah: Yes! My hamster No-Clip. Blair talked about him in his interview. He’s a little guy who has a thing for cheddar chips and making a nest in my computer monitor. The hamster, I mean. Not Blair.  Blair: Yeah.  Elijah: It’s gotten to the point where I have to put away my entire computer set up or else I find chip crumbs on my equipment because of him. Blair, I mean. He’s the one feeding No-Clip too many treats.  Blair: Elijah now has a no-chip policy in his apartment. 

[12.] What sports do you play/have you played?

Elijah: Badminton, tennis, volleyball, soccer, archery, martial arts, and… (mumbling) esports Blair (laughing): What was that last one? Elijah: Esports, ok! Don't you laugh at me like that. You’re the one who talked me into it.  Blair: Elijah would have won an entire tournament if it weren’t for the power going out that one time.  Elijah: I forgot to pay the bills once. Blair: Man was ruthlessly beating these plebeians. It was like going up against my little cousins. Well, if my cousins had beards and lived in VR.  Me: You played so many sports! Elijah: Huh? Oh, yeah. But it’s not like my parents paid for any of it growing up. Or showed up to any of the matches for that matter.  

[13.] How tall are you?

Elijah: Five feet and eleven inches.  Me: Fun fact: Elijah is one inch below the average height in his universe! Which is much taller than the average in our universe.  Elijah (laughing): Must be all that “meat” they fed us as kids.  Blair: Remember “real meat” day in high school? Elijah (sarcastically): What a delicacy.  Blair: Yeah, but they were really just serving us whatever leftover “meat” they had from that week with extra spices to cover up the texture and flavor.

[14.] Favourite subject in school?

Elijah: Math, because of how easy it is. I don’t care if a problem has one or fifty solutions, at least I know there is a promised way to get there. Well, for the most part. Elijah: It also lets me do this. Elijah: Hey, Blair. Blair (snapping out of a daydream): Huh? Elijah: Are you part of a group of primes that differ by six? Blair (confused af): What? Elijah: Because you are a sexy prime. Blair (confused whether or not to blush): ???

[15.] Dream job?

Elijah: To be a teacher. There’s just something about giving back to children to make sure they don’t grow up with a messed up life like I did.  Blair: I thought you said you hated kids a minute ago.  Elijah: No, I don’t hate kids; I just don’t want to have any. I don’t think I could have any, given the life I have. It would be too dangerous. 

Me: Well, that wraps up this interview. Thanks for your participation, Elijah! Don’t forget to pick up your brass knuckles on the way out!

As the lights dim and the rooms empty, I check off another name from the list. It seems we are diving deeper into the “lore” as they say. The next interviewee seems promising. I just hope they can find their way here. Though the interviewing room is located inside of an abandoned bunker underneath a minefield, you have to cut me some slack. The rent is cheap and there are still a lot of people left to interview.

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🚗 Crater City Taglist (dm to be added/removed): @writeouswriter @lyra-brie @digitalsatyr23 @talesfromtheunknowable

[dracarialove]

📄 F it, I'm posting my finished fics here, too 📄

Heartfelt Holidays

*Check the 'heartfelt holidays' tag if you haven't read chapter 1

[Chapter 7: A Grand New Year]

Sonic convinces Knuckles to throw a New Year's party on Angel Island, promising to make sure the event goes safely and smoothly so they can enter a new year with all their friends.

"We should make trips out here more often!" Sonic rhapsodized as he nudged Tails and gave Knuckles an elated grin.

The three of them were sitting together on the steps of the Emerald Altar, chatting and reminiscing under a dull sky while the Master Emerald glittered atop the stone platform. The clouds beneath the floating island were dropping flakes of snow into the ocean, making Knuckles' post a pleasant hangout spot compared to the icy earth.

"You really enjoy disturbing my peace, don't you?" asked the guardian with a smirk.

Sonic winked mischievously and lightly smacked his friend's arm with a closed fist. "You bet! This is the dream team right here!"

He threw both arms around Tails' and Knuckles' shoulders and continued, "And what better way to keep our friendship strong than by keeping each other company on the prettiest place in the world?"

The young fox spoke up as they looked out past the ancient ruins, "Even on a dull day, this island thrives with natural beauty. Partly thanks to you, Knuckles, guarding everything to ensure its safety."

"Heh, yeah..." One large mitt removed Sonic's casual grip, awkwardly brushing off their compliments.

As his expunged hand instead pulled back to cup his chin, the blue hero looked back to Knuckles, his eyes brightening. "Taking it all in makes me think how awesome a party thrown here could be! Maybe better than anywhere else."

Catching on to Sonic's implication, the echidna's smile dropped and his brows raised. "Now, hold on, don't start thinking that! You can have your celebrations wherever else you like, but I don't want to turn Angel Island into some party destination... especially when other people might not respect the land."

"I get the concern, Knux," Sonic started, "but we're coming up on a brand-new year. You know what that means? New experiences, fresh adventures to come, chances to make more friends – a clean slate for future endeavors!"

"I'm not understanding why that means I should be inviting people to celebrate on my homeland."

Tails jumped in, "Like we said, Angel Island is beautiful! It's the best place to cleanse your soul of all the bad experiences you had over the year and be excited for the good memories you'll make."

"Plus," Sonic added, "already being outdoors means it's perfect for a fireworks show!"

"Fireworks going off over my island?" One of Knuckles' brows pulled down in agitation. "No way! That's guaranteed to be disastrous!"

"Okay, okay, how about this..." The Blue Blur scooted closer to his stubborn companion and pressed his palms together in a pleading gesture. "We can make sure no one disrespects the island while they're here – if they do, they get kicked out, no second chances, no party for them. And we'll only set the fireworks to go off over the ocean so none of the sparks fall down on us. Eh?"

"Hmph..." Not completely sold on the idea, Knuckles crossed his arms and looked away from Sonic.

Tails also scooted closer and balled his fists with determination. "You can trust us; we would never let anyone harm your home! Please, Knuckles? It would be a night to remember, for sure!"

The redhead trailed his gaze back over to his begging teammates, studying their hopeful smiles and excited eyes. The pure optimism of their speeches, coupled with the animated swish of the pilot's twin tails, ultimately cracked the shell of his staunch resolve. He sighed deeply and allowed a tiny smile to play at the corner of his mouth.

"Alright... I'm putting a lot of faith in you two-"

"Yes!" Sonic interrupted, pumping his fists into the air. "You won't regret it! I'll even do most of the legwork for ya, so leave the preparations to me. But I do have a suggestion about the invites..."

Knuckles mentally braced himself for the idea his speedy friend would undoubtedly pressure him into, steeling his expression for the worst.

***

Shielded from the falling snow by the tall walls and slate-colored ceiling of her downtown nightclub, Rouge and her stoic companion, Shadow, had comfortably hidden themselves away in the bat's private lounge.

Unseen by her patrons – as he preferred it – the black hedgehog rested in the singular cushioned chair that he'd unofficially claimed as his own, sitting casually with one foot propped up on the opposite knee and holding a heavy glass filled halfway with a mix of whiskey and soda.

Rouge was standing in front of the maroon loveseat, adjacent to his chair, holding a dress in each hand. She hovered one in front of her body, looking down at the long navy gown while Shadow took a swig of his drink and eyed it, as well.

"I can't believe it's the end of the year already!" she exclaimed, posing her form behind the dress before looking up at him. "This is the best time for parties, you know. People go nuts for the idea of a fresh start, so they really let loose."

"Does that mean you'll be hosting another event?"

"Hell no!" She tossed the navy dress onto the loveseat, then held the black knee-length piece against her figure. "There are so many other clubs for me to patronize! This week, we're going out!"

Shadow nearly choked on his next sip, but succeeded in holding it back; swallowing the stinging drink before clearing his throat and challenging her claim. "We?"

"Yes, we!" she snapped, furrowing her brows at him. "If I don't have to go alone, I won't, and I'd much rather you be around."

He was almost impressed by her confidence, and actually impressed by her candidness. She was bold about wanting to spend time with him and showed more candor than he could muster.

The woman's stern expression turned into one of haughtiness as she faced away from him and brattily primped her curls – a recurring action when she was feeling dramatic, he noticed.

Her voice rang out in a sassy tone, "At least be gentlemanly and pretend any party is worth it as long as you're with me."

The command made Shadow chuckle, surprising himself when it came out almost strongly enough to be considered a laugh. "So, you wish I was the romantic type, do you?"

Rouge tossed the dress to join the other and turned back to him, shoving one fist against her hip. "That wasn't my point. Although, I am convinced you're capable of much more compassion than you let on. And I think you like me more than you'll ever admit – which is clearly a lot. Can't blame you, of course!"

She smirked and gave him a wink, making the hedgehog shake his head at her and reply, "You're really arrogant, you know that?"

"Pft!" Turquoise eyes rolled in dissent. "Whatever!"

Then, from the other side of the curtain, they heard the gruff voice of the lobby bouncer shouting over the club music. "Rouge! I need to speak with you!"

The ivory bat pulled back the purple curtain enough to be seen and inquisitively asked the tall wolf, "What is it? Something urgent?"

"There's someone here to see you, waiting at the door. He won't come inside, just asked for you to meet 'im."

Puzzled and curious of her visitor, Rouge looked over her shoulder at Shadow, who shared a mutual expression of perplexion. The bouncer accompanied her to the front entrance, standing guard beside her while she opened one of the double doors.

Surprise washed over the bat's face as she stood across from her long-time rival; Knuckles held two colored sheets of paper, seemingly unfazed by the thin layer of snow collecting atop his crimson locks.

"Knuckles...!" she said with fascination, visibly taken aback by his presence. Then the corner of her lips curled upwards, and her tone gained a tinge of slyness. "How unexpected."

The echidna let out a swift, shallow sigh, then held out the plain white paper. "I'm inviting you to my end-of-year party. Don't ask why-"

"Why?" Rouge interrupted, grabbing the paper and smiling mischievously at him. "A sudden change of heart? Or are you finally warming up to me?"

His expression tightened, irritated at having been interrupted and being asked the very question he didn't want to answer.

She knew how to frustrate him, easily and severely, but he refused to give the thief the satisfaction of watching him get annoyed and flustered at her teasing.

Instead of lashing out – as his impulses desired – Knuckles sighed a little more deeply, holding eye contact with Rouge so she wouldn't feel a sense of superiority over him.

"If you must know, Sonic insisted I invite you. 'Give you a chance,' as he put it. Now, where is Shadow? Sonic told me he's been here a lot lately."

Ignoring the black sheet of paper in his other hand, Rouge upped her devilish cadence and replied, "Hm, of course Sonic would run his mouth about that... don't tell me you're jealous!"

Knuckles' unoccupied mitt balled as he attempted to hold his composure, involuntarily blushing at the accusation that he would care about how or with whom she spent her time. "I'm not, you vain bat! Just tell me, is he here or not?"

She looked over and opened the door more, revealing that Shadow was standing next to her. His proud posture and neutral expression the same as they always were, he stood quietly and waited to hear what Knuckles wanted with him. And as the guardian slipped back into his normal demeanor, the second invitation was handed forth.

Awkwardly, Knuckles repeated his earlier line �� even though Shadow had certainly already heard it being said to Rouge. "I'm inviting you to my end-of-year party. Let's consider it somewhat of a fresh start, shall we? We'll enter the new year with a clean slate, and hopefully a better acquaintanceship going forward."

The words sounded scripted, and Shadow assumed if he'd planned this celebration with Sonic, that the blue hedgehog had no doubt given him a line to say.

Though, the more stolid being respected the redhead for not using the word 'friendship' – a title which their relationship hadn't ever worn, and a term he was tired of hearing from every overly-friendly person he met. Therefore, Shadow nodded silently at his offer, lowering the paper after briefly scanning its contents.

Not a moment after getting the Ultimate Lifeform's answer, Knuckles turned to Rouge again and said quickly, "There is a condition I won't be budging on: since this party is happening on my island, I won't be accepting misbehavior from any of the guests." He pointed at her. "That includes you. So, if you plan on screwing with me or causing a scene, you'll be promptly uninvited."

Slightly offended at his confrontation, the ivory bat opened her mouth, but had her words instantly cut off by Shadow's voice. "We understand the guidelines and won't be starting any trouble." He then looked at her and tacked on, "You want the parties you attend to go well, don't you, Rouge?"

The pretty jewel hunter shot him a glance of indignation, not loving his coaxing tone but being forced to accept the terms if she wanted to celebrate a new year on the beautiful Angel Island as an invited guest.

So, she held up her right hand and plastered an innocent smile on her muzzle, saying, "Of course. I promise to be a good girl."

Knuckles sensed a bit of sarcasm in her voice, but not enough to tell him that she was outright lying; rather poking more fun at his insistence that she not be her sneaky, dramatic, or thieving self.

He didn't think it was much to ask and felt she was being far too flippant towards a reasonable request, but refrained from stating his thoughts out loud.

Instead of saying goodbye, he gave each of them a nod and turned to leave, reaching for his Master Emerald stress ball to squeeze on the way home. Rouge closed the door as he left and immediately turned to her partner, the innocent smile replaced with a cheeky grin.

"We should bring Omega along," she suggested. "Even if he's not invited, what's one extra guest on such a huge island?"

Shadow smirked and crossed his arms, then nodded in agreement. "Good idea."

***

On the last day of December, after the sun had set and darkness fell over Angel Island, Sonic and Tails met up with Knuckles to start preparing the area just outside the ancient shrine.

The young genius began setting up transportable lighting fixtures around the grass while their team leader got to work tying up bundles of colorful balloons and placing them at the bottom of the altar's steps.

Knuckles himself tapped his foot anxiously on the stone slab as he watched them, trying to push away the doubts and show faith in his friends to keep their promise.

Soon enough, after a section of the ground had been sufficiently lit, guests started to arrive – those who were able to fly or catch a ride to the floating landmass. Among the first cluster of attendees was a group holding various instruments, who approached Sonic near the foot of the altar.

A light brown mink asked, "Hey, Sonic, do you want us to set up now?"

His green eyes lit up and he gestured to the grassy spot by the steps. "Yeah! Right here would be great. Thanks for doing this, guys – I owe ya!"

Surprised by the appearance of a band he hadn't personally invited, Knuckles walked down the stairway to where his cheerful friend stood, looking curiously between him and the musicians. "Sonic, what is this?"

"Oh, I invited some friends who know how to play music, just to liven things up." The hedgehog was grinning, clearly enthused, as he casually pointed one index finger at the sky. "I wanted to put in a little extra effort for this party; I mean, we already don't have any food, so why not make up for it with music? I told ya, 'leave the preparations to me.' I'm pretty much the host here, so you can just relax and enjoy the show."

Knuckles' guarded resolve softened, and his tense shoulders lowered at Sonic's offer to take the burden off of him. A violet gaze stared appreciatively at the speedster before his mouth curved into a smile. "Thanks."

The band started playing upbeat music at Sonic's request, incorporating instruments that would also be used for low-energy tunes later in the night.

More guests showed up, steadily occupying the celebration's designated area and being greeted by the Blue Blur while Knuckles watched from his seat on the stairway.

He looked over at Tails resting boxes of fireworks in a pile near his plane, then trailed his eyes over to the open sky past the edge of the island. Through the dimly lit darkness, he spotted a long figure coming into view, approaching and seeming to sway as it moved.

Squinting and leaning forward, the echidna soon recognized the figure as the members of Team Dark – all three of them, being brought to the party destination by their flying co-leader. Upon seeing Rouge, he felt some of his unease return, and stood up, deciding to retire to his post by the Master Emerald.

'Just in case...' he thought to himself.

The attendees chatted and danced in groups, filling the grassy area and making the nighttime party livelier while the dark indigo sky glittered with thousands of stars.

Elated guests Amy Rose and her young friend Cream started handing out sparklers from a collection they'd brought, which prompted Sonic to offer up glowsticks and wearable glow-accessories; meanwhile, Tails unloaded the fireworks and got to work setting them up near the island's edge. Team Dark landed and Rouge's eyes immediately stuck to the box of bright party favors in the blue hedgehog's hand.

Shadow and Omega stood assessing the scene as she smoothed out her dress – a sparkly silver skin-tight gown with shiny gold trim – and they both silently judged the people waving around bright crackly sticks. Rouge left their side to approach the host, who was wearing three necklaces glowing white, yellow, and green.

"Hey, Blue, give me some of those!" she said, a certain shine lingering in her eyes when she neared the box.

"Rouge! Sure, there's more than enough to go around!" replied the enthusiastic hero, holding the collection out towards the bat and letting her take what she wished.

Gloved fingers quickly snapped up a few of the necklaces and bracelets, then she turned back to her team while Sonic continued to make the rounds. Shadow's attention was back on the treasure hunter when she said, "Look, guys – accessories!"

He hardly had the chance to raise an eyebrow or snidely insult the glowing rings before Rouge invaded his space to snap a red one around his neck. It dangled in her grip for a moment before settling into rest on his chest fur, adding a bloody hue to the white hair.

"It's so you," the lady commented, giving him a devilishly sly glance. "Looks amazing!"

He rolled his eyes while her teal gaze was still on him, but the Ultimate Lifeform couldn't fight the little smile that formed at her compliment. She stepped towards Omega and held up a green necklace, then asked, "Want one, Omega? It'll add more color to our night."

"NEGATIVE. TINY TUBES ARE UNNECESSARY." Mechanical sounds whirred as his torso turned and tilted to face Rouge. "I CAN PROVIDE COLOR."

With a sharp click, followed by a monotonous hum, Omega's wrist cuffs started to gleam, rotating steadily above his hands to create a shining swirl of gold and silver. Rouge grinned and put the green necklace on herself.

"Wow, I didn't know you could do that!" She added the aqua necklace on top of the other before putting on the purple bracelets, staring at the robot's wrists. "I'm still learning so much about you boys."

"I HAVE MANY ABILITIES YOU ARE UNAWARE OF." The factual statement was as close to playful as Omega could get, and still Rouge understood the banter through his even tone.

She chuckled and responded, "Then we should hang out more!" before Shadow casually urged them to find a decent sitting spot in a more comfortable and less-crowded area.

Once Sonic had finished handing out the glowsticks, he rushed over to Tails, who was grabbing lighters from his plane. "Hey buddy, what time is it?"

The young fox picked up one of his gizmos and tapped on the screen; it lit up a bluish-green color with boxy black lines that showed numbers down to the second. "Almost midnight. About one minute to go!"

"Perfect!" Sonic chimed, then zipped near the center of their grassy venue to address the guests. "Hey, everyone! It's almost time for fireworks, so get cozy and look out at the sky!"

He pointed towards where the sparks would be going off, giving a quick glance over the crowd before looking over at the musicians. He signaled them with a nod and a thumbs-up, prompting them to switch the tone of their instrumental from energetic party music to softer, cheerful tunes. Then, the Blue Blur joined Tails by the setup of fireworks and grabbed a lighter, the two of them watching the seconds tick down.

He held one flat palm to the side of his mouth so everyone in the audience could hear him clearly. "30 more seconds and we'll be in a new year!"

There was a spattering of hoots and claps while clusters of attendees waved their sparklers and glowsticks, eager to see the display. And soon Sonic was addressing them again, this time getting everyone more involved. "Count down with me, guys! 10!"

Dozens of voices shouted in unison, "9!"

Atop the altar, Knuckles stood with both mitts cupped beside his mouth, putting power into his voice to make it carry with theirs. "8!"

The members of Team Dark all exclaimed at different volumes. "7!"

Amy and Cream shook their sparklers and bounced excitedly. "6!"

Sonic and Tails unanimously lit some of the fireworks. "5!"

They then jumped back a bit in preparation. "4!"

Tails smiled at his best friend with a white-yellow gleam dancing in his blue eyes. "3!"

Sonic grinned back. "2!"

"1!" the entire crowd shouted, just as the fireworks shot out from their tubes.

Different-colored beams of smoky light streaked into the sky and away from the island, exploding into orb-shaped specklings of white, red, turquoise, and orange.

The colors mixed into each other briefly before more pops rang out with the release of fresh fireworks, bursting new hues and patterns against the dark backdrop before the previous sparks dissipated.

"Oooooh!" the audience cooed in wonder, awestruck at the bright lights and sharp crackles rippling through the sky.

Some people started to cheer and holler praise at the show while the host and his right-hand man lit more. Pleasantly surprised by how beautiful it was, Knuckles calmly smiled and conceded – silently – that Sonic was right about Angel Island being the best destination for this tradition.

Though, he didn't know if he'd want to do it again the following year. For now, he simply enjoyed what was in front of him. On the ground, Amy let Cream have her sparkler, and the girl exuberantly traced patterns in the air while Cheese flew around them and sung in their baby-like voice.

And Team Dark sat comfortably on a small hill at the edge of the crowd, Rouge between her teammates and cupping her bent knees with both hands.

Omega commented, "WE HAVE ACHIEVED, AS YOU WOULD SAY, A BRAND-NEW YEAR. CELEBRATION SUCCESSFUL."

"Agreed, Omega," replied Rouge, delighted as she leaned against Shadow's shoulder. Teal eyes shimmered beneath sparkly gold makeup. "What an incredible view!"

Even the Ultimate Lifeform was content enough to smile.

The End

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Holster goes on Survivor after graduating, part 2

here! we! go! part one here, tag here

so Holster's got a strategy to update and an ex lover to deal with and like. He and Esther didn't end great.

I feel like we don’t talk enough about why Holster’s chirped so much for hooking up with Esther in canon? Like there’s mention of a rash and a saga that requires an email but we don’t really know?

but essentially Holster likes Esther and is made fun of for it and I can’t imagine that feels good for her? And they probably didn’t do it in front of her but surely that’s not great for anyone’s mindset

Holster and Esther start dating after Winter Screw and she’s so enamored with this sweet dork who sings to himself while he brushes his teeth but the second he’s around his friends she feels like he doesn’t change per se but he showcases such different parts of himself and she likes what he doesn’t show! She’s into that! But that’s Holster like a large percentage of the time and Esther’s got a life of her own so they’re on again off again, Esther doesn’t come to kegsters or games and things fizzle and reignite a couple of times until Holster becomes a captain

Esther knows in her bones Holster will never ever ever ever ever ever choose her over his team (especially Ransom, like what’s the deal there?) and honestly Esther Does Not Enjoy having intimate conversations about how things make her feel and she’s really good at talking her way around her problems so when They break up Esther’s trying to articulate how she feels around SMH she says “I hate who you are when your uniform is on” and for Holster, who’s entire identity rests on being on A Team (literally his position on the team is being part of a tiny two person team within the larger team) this is his life this is what makes him happiest this is how he feels most himself so Holster hears “I hate the thing that makes you you”

So yeah! They broke up and then avoided each other and didn’t really get closure but also neither of them are bitter, it just felt kind of like “man I miss hanging out with them but yikes who was I at that point??”

of COURSE the first challenge involves the exes having to work together in pairs for their tribe and it’s a clusterfuck and Esther is downright cold to him. She’s sending him all the bad vibes in the world and Holster’s now legitimately worried he destroyed her life with their breakup because there’s some tangible animosity there and then they lose the first challenge and Holster’s wondering why he even got out of bed this morning when Esther pops up behind him and says “come with me, I need your long ass arms for coconuts”

The SECOND they’re out of earshot from the camp Esther‘s like “I’m really sorry I was so mean but I think it’s a huge advantage for the rest of the exes to think we hate each other so they don’t suspect an alliance”

Holster: So you don’t hate me? We’re good?

Esther: Good isn’t the word I’d use, Adam

Holster: That’s fair, I wasn’t a very good boyfriend. But I’ve got your back and we’re going to the top three, you good with that? Here, have a coconut wait let me open it for you

Bada bing bada boom, alliance

Don't get me wrong, it's awkward. Like, really awkward. The vibe of this island is uncomfortable and the near-constant rain for the first five days certainly doesn’t help and their tribe loses three immunity challenges in a row so this alliance is TESTED but Esther and Holster always surreptitiously check in by having lightning fast strategy sessions by the well or when everyone has left camp and they’re SO careful to maintain the illusion that they hate each other when they’re actually earning back trust day by day

Holster’s SUPER helpful around camp. He always offers to carry heavy things and makes people laugh and always knows exactly where the machete is and delivers coconuts to people when they’re resting but it’s miserable

There’s this SWEET moment where, after watching Esther shiver for three days straight Holster takes the machete to the woods and cuts off the bottom half of his sweatshirt to make a scarf/towel/wrap for Esther and they pretend like she did it out of spite and honestly? It’s a power move that helps Holster gain access to this smaller faction of people so they have more intel because the other contestants are like this helpful strong idiot need someone to look out for him

It also means Holster’s running around this island in a cropped sweatshirt and compression shorts

The Himbofication of Adam Birkholtz is complete

And even though Holster’s constantly surrounded by people, hungry, wet, participating in incredibly strenuous physical challenges, and at Tribal Council every night it’s still better than having to hear Ransom say they’ll never be together

Esther can fully tell Something Is Up. At first she just thought it was the stress of the game and the circumstances but then during a challenge she and Holster are on a platform way out in the water waiting for their turns on a relay race and they’re actually completely alone for the first time in days and she absolutely uses that time to interrogate Holster because she’s efficient, damn it

And Holster’s annoyed she’s taking his head out of the game and he’s exhausted and hungry and he’s the last leg of their team which means if he loses they all go to Tribal AGAIN and he can’t let his team down, he really can’t so the whole thing bursts out because he just wants her to stop and it goes like:

Esther: Look, I know you’re annoyed but you’re not telling me something and I think you can see why that would be concerning to me given the fucking context

Holster: It doesn’t have anything to do with the game, you know I’d never jeopardize this for us

Esther: No, that’s not what I think it’s just -

Holster: Holy hell, all I did was tell Ransom that I’m in love with him, are you happy?? NOW SWIM, SHAPIRO

Esther, while diving: I FUCKING KNEW IT

Holster, under his breath: that makes one of us, you could have told me. saved me a lot of time. Rude.

So now Holster’s just admitted this before his ex and 7 million viewers and oh yeah he’s gotta swim through an obstacle course so he and his team can eat today

And finally, FINALLY, their tribe wins. Holster gives it everything he’s got to gain ground (water?) and win it for the team and he’s just laying in the sand, trying desperately to catch his breath, Jeff Probst screaming in the background, while his whole tribe swarms him and if he closes his eyes he swears he can feel the ice under his feet and hear the clack of the sticks and pucks and it’s the first celly he’s earned in years and it feels incredible but it makes him ache for Samwell

Jeff notices that he’s tearing up and of COURSE asks what it’s all about and Holster’s swallowing back tears when he says “I’ve spent my whole life playing on one team or another and after graduating from college I suddenly wasn’t? And I didn’t know how much I missed it until I was on a team again and I even though I love my friends I think this is the first time I’ve let myself admit that things aren’t like they used to be and that I’m not, either”

So Ether’s watching her ex cry on national television and for the first time she understands exactly how deeply he loves his team? And how hard he tries to make them proud of him? And suddenly a lot of their relationship makes a hell of a lot more sense

After the challenge Holster’s laying in a hammock and Esther rolls into it with him and just says “We’re good. Top three?”

Holster, beaming: Bro! Top three!

Esther: What did I tell you about calling me bro when we’re cuddling

Holster: I thought that only applied to post-coital romantic cuddling? Unless of course you’re trying to tell me that you’re ARDENTLY in love with me

Esther: shut up

Holster: a heart full of LOVE a heart full of SONG NO FEAR NO REGRET A NIGHT AS BRIGHT AS DAY -

Ether: Hi, guys?? can someone vote me off this island please?

Part 3 coming soon!! This is so much!! But I fuckin love it!!

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Afterglow (A Bucky Barnes AU fan fiction) - Chapter 22

Afterglow chapters

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Tag: @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

The next few weeks went by in utter bliss.

The days after the pitch presentation with the marketing team were spent shooting the models in Sam's building. When Bucky told me you'd had assistants for the shoot, you thought that he was just joking or just wanted to make you feel better but you knew now to believe everything he would tell you. It was the first time you'd had people help you work; the first time you had to order people around. You had people working for the lights, reflectors, fans, backdrops, wardrobe, and make-up. You also had people sitting behind two large desktops connected to your new camera to skim over the photos. You would head over there for every five minutes to look at the photos and if you found something that could work better, you'd have another round with the models.

Considering it was the first time you've handled professional models and athletes in photoshoots, you did excellent and handled everything smoothly. Even Sharon knew it, giving you a small reassuring smile from time to time.

Speaking of Sharon, she actually helped you with the models' wardrobe, and got every new clothing from their inventory, making sure everything and everyone were photographed. She was still walking around with her clipboard close to her chest. She never walked the grounds without it.

Sam would go in and out from time to time. With the other matters he had in his hands, countless partnership meetings on-site and online, it was understandable.

But you knew he trusted me in this. After all, you were partners in this project.

Meanwhile, Bucky had made himself comfortable watching you from the corner of the studio. He made himself too comfortable watching you the whole time you were working that the models thought he was planning something heinous. You laughed them off and told them you were dating.

"Isn't he too old for you?" One model had asked.

"Doesn't really matter to me." You turned your head and glanced at Bucky, his eyes glistening as he stared at you. You bit your lip and faced the model. "Plus, he's hot. I would be crazy not to jump on that."

If only Nat could hear you, you knew she'd be proud.

Even though the two-day shoots were brutal, you felt a sense of satisfaction wash over you. More when you finally had to do post-production the following week which meant editing the photos.

As promised, you spent your break time over at Bucky's penthouse, naked in his living room, his master bedroom, the kitchen, and his home office. Your legs would be trembling during the shoot but you persevered. You didn't want Bucky to see you weak while working, even though it turned him on. It wasn't helping that he was watching you the whole time. You couldn't see him but you always felt his eyes on you.

The Falcons' new release was set to be launched a month and a half later, just weeks after Bucky's birthday (I'll get to Bucky's birthday in a bit, 'cause that was a whole other thing kept at the back of my mind, you thought). There were still a lot of things happening with advertising and marketing such as the new website, and pages on social media platforms and new packaging.

After the project with Sam, your paycheck came one Monday morning in the mail. Peter kept asking you how much you were paid but you never told him because if you did, he'd let you pay the next six month's rent — and that wasn't even just for your half. It would be for the both of you. You would gladly pay of course, seeing that he's helped you enough financially but you wanted to invest this money to earn more. The paycheck wouldn't stop there, of course. Sam would still pay you if your photos ever get on billboards across any city or when he opens up a new branch.

Sam referred you to a couple more guys he knew. One who needed to photograph models for a skincare brand he'd been rebranding for the past couple of weeks and one who needed to photograph paintings to be sold online. They weren't as big as Sam's business but were big enough in the industry. The production of both were still in the talk.

The next day, you and Bucky went studio hunting downtown. Obviously, your little home studio wasn't fit for incoming clients and this was surely an investment you couldn't pass upon. After renting and earning more profit, you figured you could move into another studio and buy it; a permanent place where you could freely work.

While studio hunting, Bucky insisted to buy the place that you wanted — or better yet, buy a much bigger place so you wouldn't have to move to another studio. But you've already made up your mind. You told him you wanted to do this your own way, with the money you've earned. After signing the contract and lease with your name on it, Bucky hugged you from behind. The property agent eyed you.

"At least let me buy you something, doll." He whispered in your hair as soon as you were left alone. You stood at the center of the empty office, overlooking the busy streets of New York City through the glass walls.  "Please."

You met his arms with your hands, pulling him closer. You leaned on his chest, sighing at the comfort his arms gave you. "Even if I tell you no, I know you're still going to do it."

"You're damn right. Do you have anything in mind you might like?"

You turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck. "Surprise me."

He chewed his inner cheeks before dipping his head to yours, your lips meeting each other. "Oh, I definitely will."

The next day, a whole studio setup filled the used-to-be-empty studio. Complete with backdrops, lights, light boxes, and reflectors. In your new office was a fully furnished desk, complete with a desktop setup where you could edit photos.

You looked at him with wide eyes, ready to lecture him that this was all too much and that you definitely made it clear that you wanted to do all of this by yourself.

Bucky had caught your expression early on, scared that you might have our first argument.

"Before you say anything, this wasn't all me. I figured out a loophole on how I could buy you the things you need for this studio and at the same time, still make you like me and would still make you want to rip my clothes off."

"What did you do this time, James?"

"All of this," he said, gesturing to all the equipment in the studio, "was both me and Sam. Think of it as an investment. If you can get more work and clients, then you can keep everything but if you can't, we'll pull them all out. When you afford to buy everything here, only then can you pay us. This little string here," he pointed to the both of you, "is just business."

You looked at him in disbelief. "Just business?"

He bit his lip. "Okay, maybe a bit of pleasure too."

"A bit?"

"Maybe a whole lot." He shrugged.

"And the whole idea was... just you?"

"Just me, sweetheart. Plain James Buchanan Barnes. You get me, you get the whole package."

"And besides money what will you get out of this little investment idea of yours?"

"I have little care about the money, honestly." He said. "But I'm doing all this for you and you is all I care about."

"You're damn lucky I like you, James."

"Like me enough to have some hot sex right here, right now?"

You smirked, pressing your crotch against his, teasing him. "I get the whole package, right?"

Bucky took you from behind. Your tight skirt hiked up to your waist. Your tits bouncing against the fabric of the beige curtains, your hands gripping them as hard as you could as Bucky thrusted himself hard and deep behind you, his hands either on your hips, your hair, your neck or your breasts. And as you both finished, the curtain rod broke in half, making you and Bucky topple on the ground, the huge curtains falling down on your bodies. The bright sun radiating across the room, the view of the streets startling you.

Laughter filled the room as you stared at each other. The look of exhaustion still evident in your faces and body.

"You're buying me new curtains." You breathed out.

"Me?" He chuckled. "You're the one who pulled them off!"

"The reason why was you."

"I have a better idea."

"I doubt that."

"We should just get these windows tinted." He smirked under the curtains and rolled over towards you, his arms wrapped around your waist. "That way we could just ravish each other in front of this goddamn city without anyone ever seeing us. How does that sound, doll?"

You hummed, brushing your nose against his. "Tempting."

"Is that a yes?"

You shrugged, pulling away from him. "You have to convince me more, Mr. Barnes."

"Oh babydoll, you're gonna regret saying those words."

The following weeks with Bucky was all you could ever ask for but it was getting harder and harder to hide all of this from Peter. Your time together was spent in the confines of Bucky's expensive penthouse when he wasn't in meetings and when you weren't busy finishing the setup in your new studio.

All day you'd cuddle up, watch movies, read books, and just talk more about the beauty and perils of life.

You couldn't go out that much because you couldn't risk Peter or any of Peter's friends to see you and Bucky around. When you visited the bar one day and told Nat all about it, she told you to go to places Peter and any of his friends will never be at.

"Besides, isn't Peter always working?" She asked as you sat down on the booth.

"We still don't want to risk it."

"So, go with my plan."

"Hey," you said, finally thinking her idea was a good one, "how's it going with Steve?"

She shrugged, chewing on her lower lip. You eyed her suspiciously. "Uh-oh, what's wrong?"

"It's still good but..." she paused, her eyes strained. "He's been acting strange lately."

"Isn't he always?" You chuckled. "You may not notice this 'cause you're sleeping with him but he's a bit peculiar for a man his age. Always cramped up in that little office of his. Seriously, how on earth do you have sex in there?"

"I'm bendy, bitch."

"Never should've asked." You mumbled, getting the picture of Nat, well, bending, out of your head.

"Anyway," she sighed, "it's just... he's acting really weird. I can't even begin to explain it. I think something happened."

"Do you think it's about you two?"

"I doubt that." She frowned. "I just know it's something else."

"You want me to talk to him? I'm like a little sister to him." You replied. "Sorta. It's a weird dynamic, I know."

"Sure, if you ever catch him in the office. He's barely even here."

You nodded, taking the new information in. "Now, that's a whole level of weird for Steve."

"Maybe he's just having problems with the bar or something." You shrugged.

"If he did, he'd be here in the bar. I tried talking to him but he says he's just fine. I don't know, I'm just letting him be. It's not like we're in a relationship."

You and Nat talked a bit more about Steve right before her shift started. Then the next day, you gave Bucky a map and marked all the places you could go to without risking being seen. Brooklyn was the only place Peter would never go to. You thought about Queens but May, Peter's aunt, lives around that area.

Brooklyn was no Upper West or Upper East side but it didn't matter to you or to Bucky. You had each other; just the two of us — in the restaurant & lounge, movie theater (where we always end up making out), Barnes & Noble, local coffee shops (where we read the books we've bought), and in the streets of Brooklyn. Strolling hand in hand, stealing kisses on every empty corner, and you taking photos and videos of the beautiful landscape, and the beautiful man who managed to steal your heart.

All the rendezvous with Bucky felt like you were a married woman having an affair — without the secret handwritten letters.

But everything was in place and your heart was full. It was so full it could almost explode.

Spending all the time in his penthouse, in Brooklyn and your studio made me miss your rooftop. A place you've claimed yours and Bucky's; a place he'd claimed you his, and he, yours. You wished we could just go there freely, without having to worry Peter seeing you together doing unspeakable things to one another.

And yes, telling Peter was getting much harder as the month went by.

Back in the Upper West Side, nothing much was going on in the bar. You barely see Steve (though according to Nat, he comes in the bar every now and then), Nat was still Nat of course (and nothing much had changed in whatever was going on between her and Steve), Nick got better at making drinks (thank the heavens for that), Sam would give you constant updates whenever he came with Bucky in the bar, and Peter had been having problems with his marketing team and Wanda's vision for the clothing line they landed.

Now that was something you couldn't believe and was the reason you and Bucky kept postponing on telling him.

Peter was constantly in a bad mood. It got to one point where he wanted to quit the team.

After that, you went to pay Wanda a visit at her studio. You found her sitting in her office in deep thoughts. She was surprised to see you but managed to put on a smile when she approached you with a hug. You offered if you could get coffee from a coffee shop down the block and there you talked about the conflict happening between her and Peter's team.

Boy, when you and Sharon had had an argument, you thought that was already big. But Wanda's case was much bigger.

"This isn't a collaboration anymore. It feels like my artistic vision has no place in it. It's like they're telling me, 'hey, you have a camera just shoot whatever we want you to shoot the way we want it to be shot.' I keep telling them that's not how it works. They keep throwing in my face that they hired me, that they're paying me." Wanda being Wanda, kept on and on and on. "... and that roommate of yours is no help either. He just stays silent the whole time during those god awful meetings. We're already behind track and apparently it's my fault. Can you believe it? God, I don't know what to do. I've never had a marketing team work alongside me before! Have you at least talked to Peter about it?"

You raised your eyebrows, taking a sip of the coffee. "Oh, I wouldn't wanna talk to Parker. He's been in quite a mood."

"Too bad, I was kind of hoping you could knock some sense into him. Should I just quit?"

You talked for about two hours in the coffee shop catching up. It felt kind of rude to talk to her about The Falcons but she insisted. And she genuinely looked and sounded so happy for you, which made you feel a bit guilty for being so envious of her success.

You parted ways in her studio but before you could even get out of her office and go to Brooklyn to meet with Bucky, Wanda called out your name and handed you a film camera.

And it wasn't just any film camera. It was yours — the one that she borrowed back in college.

"It's long overdue, y/n. I was just finding the right time to give it back to you."

You gave her a reassuring smile, telling her it's okay. Hell, you even forgot you lended it to her until today. "Thanks, Wanda."

"I haven't had the film developed, by the way. I took a couple of photos before realizing I've run out. I didn't want to get them developed since most of the photos are yours."

After that, you convinced Bucky to go to some shops in Brooklyn where you could get them developed but he insisted you should just make the little spare room in the studio into a dark room. You didn't know why you agreed but you did, anyway. Bucky always had a way with words. Or perhaps it was because of his intoxicating voice. Either way, you were addicted to every part of him. He could try to persuade you in gibberish and you'd still say yes.

It was already the week before Bucky's birthday. You've already met with your new clients, began planning pre-production, and almost finished setting up the studio, yet your brain was still racking what on earth to get Bucky for his birthday.

Howard picked you up in your studio an hour after your meetings and thanked him as you got out. Leonard greeted you inside and led you towards the elevator that goes right up to Bucky's penthouse.

Bucky just came out of his study when you greeted him with a kiss, his phone in his hand.

"So, who was on the phone? Parker?" You asked as soon as you sat down on the couch.

"That was Tony."

You pursed your lips and nodded, caressing the top of his head. "Tony's been calling you a lot lately." You commented, recalling the times you've seen Tony's name on Bucky's phone screen. "Is everything fine?"

"It's kind of weirding me out too, doll but this time, I kind of figured why he called."

You frowned and stopped playing with his hair. "What do you mean?"

"It's the first time in five years I'm in New York for my birthday and knowing him, I know he'd throw me this huge party." Bucky chuckled. "And I couldn't say no because well... It's Tony — "

You smiled at him. "That's really sweet of him! He must've been missing you a lot."

"I'm not done yet, doll." He placed his finger on your lips.

You giggled and hid how easily that gesture turned you on.

"The birthday party has a theme." With his finger still on your lips, you waited for him to finish. Something you always anticipated in bed. "It's the Great Gatsby."

Your mouth fell agape, smiling at him. In your head, you were already seeing him in a neat, dazzling vintage suit. "Oh my god, why do you look so glum? It sounds like a great party!"

He shrugged. "Honestly, I just want to spend my birthday with you." He pecked your lips then whispered. "No fancy party. Just you."

You kissed him back, then placed your head on his shoulder. "I'd love that too, boo but I'm nothing compared to a Great Gatsby party."

"You couldn't be more wrong, sweetheart." He sighed, pulling you up to his lap. "I'd choose you over any fancy party. I just want you."

"You still have to go, Bucky."

He groaned, dipping his head on your shoulder as he pulled you closer, his hands tight on the sides of your thighs. "I don't want to."

"You have to." You giggled, lifting his head. You put your hands on his jaws, looking straight at him. "Okay?"

"I'm turning thirty-nine in a week, y/n. I'm too old for a costume party."

"Puh-lease." You scoffed. "You streaked in the streets of Greece when you turned thirty-four and you're telling me you're too old for a costume party?"

He groaned, throwing his head back. "Why do you always bring that up, doll?"

"It's one of my favorite stories I've been told about my boyfriend." You smirked, bringing his head back in between his shoulders. "It would be my favorite if I were with you."

Bucky sent you a glare. "No way am I letting other people see you naked. Never in a million years."

You shrugged. "You almost did when we had sex that one time in my office, Buck. Come on, go to the party. It's your party, anyway."

He chuckled, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. He tucked it behind your ear. You smiled at the gesture. "If anything, it's Tony's party, Not mine. He's sort of a diva."

"He's still throwing it because of you. Come on, boo."

A moment of silence occurred.

"You're coming with me, then." He replied. "I'm not going if you're not going."

You hummed, looking up at the ceiling. "Let's see... A party with my boyfriend, his adoptive father who's one of the richest people ever to exist on this planet, and his stepbrother. Well, it's a party but not that fancy."

He moaned. "Then be my date in secret. Come on, doll, we've been really good at it. We can sneak out for a few minutes and make out. That way, I could still be with you."

You knitted your brows. "That sounds more like Romeo and Juliet. Not the Great Gatsby."

He chuckled, kissing the tip of your nose. "Come on, y/n. It's my birthday. Don't I get special treatment on my special day?"

You looked at him with narrowed eyes, knowing he would never drop this. The worry of a party with the person you had been avoiding the past month was settling inside but Bucky's arms around your waist made that all disappear.

"Fine." You sighed. "Your wish is my command, Mr. Barnes."

Bucky smiled in victory, leaning in closer to your face. His lips brushed against yours. "Wishes, baby. That's not the only wish I want."

"You have two more then."

"Oh wait, I should rub you first after making a wish, right?"

You shook your head. "Don't push it."

He sneered, carefully rubbing your thighs. "My second wish would be me buying you a dress but don't let me see it until my birthday comes."

You hadn't had any chance to argue because well, it would be his birthday. And you couldn't resist Bucky.

I don't think I ever could.

"Deal." You sealed it with a small kiss then stood up from his lap. "Only if you let me go shopping now,"

"Now? Like, right now? It's a bit too early, don't you think?"

You nodded and gave him a playful smile. "It is. I just wanted to tease you with a little secret I'll be bringing home with me tonight."

"Oh no," he reached out his arms, "don't do that to me. Come on, get back here. I have a better idea."

You sighed, getting back on his lap, straddling him. "Of course, you do."

"I'll have someone over here tomorrow. I'll have one of the best dressmakers here to make you something gorgeous. How does that sound?"

"It sounds expensive." You warned. "But wonderful. I'll be here in the morning."

After spending another hour at Bucky's, discussing what could've been his birthday plans with me (a simple rooftop dinner, where we could get drunk and have drunk sex underneath the tent — that was just one of the crazy options he offered), you went straight to the bar and looked for Nat, hoping she could help me what to get for Bucky on his birthday.

As you got there, you barged inside only to find the bar empty. You looked around, wondering why there were no people inside only to realize it was two in the afternoon and it was a Monday. You looked back on the door, wondering why it was open. Then, it hit you: Steve. He must be here.

"Steve?" You called out as you neared his office. "Steve, you here?"

No answer.

You knocked on the door and called out his name one more time but you were only met with silence. Without hesitation, you opened Steve's door. You were greeted with a pile of papers. It was like they were growing from the ground.

"Steve?" You called out once more but there was still no answer. You walked around the room to find more papers. You picked one up, seeing it was a newspaper dated back 2012. It was an article about an explosion that happened in the Upper East Side. But you couldn't see the details since only the headline was in sight. It seemed like the whole article had been cut or shredded.

You wondered if Steve was the one who wrote it.

It was the first time you ever got a good look in his office. Inside were dusty. To think that he spends most of his time here, he'd bother to clean once in a while.

On the back of his table were a bunch of photographs lined up. Some of his family, you assumed, fishing on a lake. Then, something caught your eye: a small framed picture that was facing down.

Curious, you slowly picked it up.

An audible gasp came out of your mouth when you saw the photo.

It was Bucky and Steve.

[the-jelliphish]

PLEASE DON'T IGNORE ME!

Hello. I'm Esther and I'm sending this to you on behalf of my girlfriend(NiNi), who have been diagnosed with Acute Myeloid Leukemia (AML).

She's been on chemo for weeks. But we need to raise money against her bone marrow transplant, The good thing is we found a match early, the bad thing is We currently are not financially capable to pay for it. Nini's condition is not so good  and we hope she gets better  and that's why I'm pleading for your support towards Nini's treatment. We'd appreciate your donation if you can, i've chosen a platform which accepts as low as $1, this shows how urgent and desperate we her to continue her treatments. On my pinned post is her story, latest update on her treatment and link to donate. Kindly spare some bucks if you can. I'd also appreciate your reblog to reach larger audience. If you're LGBTQ+ please tag any fellow LGBTQ person/community, who you think might help one of their own. Sorry if you're not, I strongly believe in the love and support from the community and everyone at large. Dont forget to signal boost please, don't air me please.

Thank you.

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[kamilah-the-bloodqueen]

Remember Me (4/???)

I AM SO FUCKING SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO FINISH. Honestly I lost a lot of motivation to write after Bloodbound because PB has greatly decreased in the quality of their books. I am still trying to find the time and motivation to write and am forcing myself to finish my series at the very least but if I am being completely honest I feel like the Kamilah fandom has died, PB’s books mostly suck and I don’t even really play choices anymore. Who knows, I’m trying to learn to write the code for episode so maybe I’ll start posting my own stories and choices on that platform with better plot, smut and less diamond focus since it would be a hobby. This chapter is ASS and mostly just moves the plot along - so if you want action I would wait for a different series or later chapter - okay bye!

Pairing: Adrian x MC x Kamilah (Amy)

Tags: I paused the tag list since it’s been so fucking long but if you want a tag please let me know because I’m pretty sure most people think this series died with me :)

Words: ~1500 (Short because I needed to finish a chapter to motivate me to finish the next)

Kamilah took a deep breath as she knelt on the floor beside Adrian, carefully wrapping her arms around her brother, her heart sinking with every sob that left his lips. She didn’t speak, she knew her words would come off too harshly and she couldn’t blame Adrian for feeling that way, after all she knew how much he loved Amy. 

“Adrian, I’m sorry. I...I truly don’t know what to say.” As their eyes met Kamilah saw exactly how devastated he was, and even in her two thousand years of life, she had never been in his situation. 

“Kamilah, do you think she’ll...well she says we’re just friends but do you think she’ll fall in love with me again?” His lips trembled, his hands shaking and his eyes glistened with tears. 

“I don’t know. As much as I believe love is a silly mortal affair, and a simple chemical reaction, it can’t be forced but I’m sure if you just be yourself and do your best to be her friend that any romantic feelings will follow.” Kamilah moved away as Adrian calmed himself, both of them passing a nod of agreement as he wiped his face clean with tissues. 

“Your wisdom has always guided me well Kamilah.” 

“I suppose that is two thousand sixty three years of experience speaking.” 

“Heh, I guess my two hundred years don’t nearly compare...” 

“You’re still a simple child in my eyes, I just took a liking to you.”

“Well, thank you Kamilah. It seems I owe you quite a bit.”

They both stood from the floor and took seats on Adrian’s office couch, Kamilah folding her legs and crossing her arms and Adrian crossing his ankles and folding his arms. 

“We’re practically siblings - you don’t owe me anything. Just try to take care of yourself and well...don’t expect anything from Amy. I’m sure this is difficult for her, difficult is an understatement. I can’t imagine what she’s experiencing.”

“Maybe I’ve been too selfish Kamilah...I’ve been thinking more about what I want from her instead of focusing on if she’s okay or what she wants.” 

“Sometimes it’s alright to be selfish, and I can understand why you felt that way but you are correct, we need to focus on what Amy wants now, not what she wanted before the accident.”

“You’re absolutely right. I can only hope for the best...I just really...I really wanted...I believed she was the one.” 

“I know you did. I wanted her to be the one for you as well, I still hope she comes back to you Adrian.”

“Me too.” 

Adrian’s phone buzzed at the same time Kamilah’s did, Lily having texted both of them to rendezvous with her and Jax at Amy’s old apartment to talk about the recent events. 

“We should go, but do you feel okay?” Kamilah patted Adrian’s shoulder as they both stood from the couch.

“Yes I think so.” They hurried to the elevator and got into Adrian’s black Mercedes as they navigated towards Lily’s apartment. Once they arrived Lily greeted them before guiding them up to the apartment where Jax waited on the couch with a beer in hand.

“Hey guys...how ya doin?” His words were slurred and he was obviously under the influence to a decent extent. 

“Tell me you have something other than beer Lily.” Kamilah grimaced as Jax took another swig of the beer. She had no problem with beer but she hated that brand and would rather remain sober than allow herself to drink that brand. 

“Yeah, vodka or wine?”

“Vodka.” Kamilah spoke without hesitation while Adrian grabbed a beer from the fridge and took a seat next to Jax on the couch. Lily began to pour Kamilah a shot, and once the glass was full Kamilah took the bottle from her and took two large gulps before sitting on the leather chair and holding the bottle with one hand. 

“So we’re here to get drunk? I thought we were supposed to talk about Amy?” Kamilah’s voice broke the deathly silence that filled the room. Adrian leaned in the door before removing his tie, unbuttoning his shirt and, grabbing three bottles of the cheap beer and sinking into the recliner opposite of Lily and Jax. 

“I didn’t want to drink...well grieve...alone. I mean I can’t do this with Amy anymore...well I could but it wouldn’t be the same... and I have my friend back but it’s really just...it’s not the same. I don’t know I just didn’t...you can leave if you want but I didn’t want to grieve alone…” Lily began to sob, her tears falling into her glass of wine as Jax and Adrian frowned. Kamilah held her stoic expression, but even the alcohol could not erase the ache she felt in her chest.

“I see, well I guess we all process grief differently…” Kamilah spoke calmly, but deep down she felt her own sense of grief. As she gazed around she realized how messy Jax’s hair and clothes were, and how exhausted and drained Lily was. “You guys look a mess…”

“Thanks Kamilah.” Jax drunkenly snickered and Lily sniffled. Adrian remained quiet, taking a long drink from the bottle in his hand before switching to the other glass and downing it just as quickly. 

“Does this not fucking hurt you?” Lily drunkenly scolded as Kamilah flinched ever so slightly. None of them had ever heard Lily so fragile, so devastated. She had every reason to be - she had lost her best friend - even though Amy had survived the accident, the memories were all gone and everything they had once shared was gone. 

“It...does...I was just remarking on-”

“I don’t care about your remarks, at least not now. Don’t you fucking get it? I lost my fucking best friend and I have to watch her find everything again! Do you know how that fucking feels Kamilah? I’m sure you do from all your time as a vampire, but please, for the love of god and for the sake of our friendship just shut the fuck up. I can’t handle this.” Lily’s hand gripped on her bottle as it shattered against her palm, the beer pouring onto the tile floor and seeping into the edges of the carpet. 

“I...apologize Lily…”

“It’s fine! It’s fine! Everything is fine I guess. I don’t know I just...I’m not coping well...and I feel guilty for saying that because Amy has it the hardest of us all and yet here I am getting wasted to be in her position - to forget everything while also being the person who put her in this position in the first fucking place. I don’t think it’ll ever be the same as it was before…”

“Maybe that’s for the best…” Adrian finally joined the conversation. Kamilah, Lily and Jax turned to face him as he swirled the bottle around in his hand - his brown eyes shiny from the tears that had built up. “...we all lost someone...Amy was a different person to each of us...but maybe we have to lose that person for some reason…”

“Adrian, do not try to give me that ‘it’s for the best’ bullshit.” Lily took a deep breath as Adrian shrugged. 

“I’m not. I guess it’s just the alcohol talking, but I was going to propose to Amy that night and maybe it was a sign I shouldn’t have, or maybe the world is punishing me for my sins...but fuck all of that...it’s...it’s a forgotten memory and we need to forget just like Amy...”  

---------------- Amy’s POV ------------------

It was a weird feeling that I couldn’t describe. Having people who seemed like strangers tell me all about the things we’ve done together gave me such comfort and anxiety at the same time. I wanted to believe and trust each of them but at the same time, it would be so easy to lie about it. Maybe I’m just being paranoid about the situation - nobody would really benefit from creating an elaborate story just to mess with my mind. 

God this IV really stings...and now that I’m thinking about it, my ribs really hurt too. I should call the doctor or nurse but it’s nearly midnight. I mean it’s their job but they’re humans and I don’t want to be that super needy patient…

At least that Lily girl seems genuine, I can see why I was her best friend. I appreciate her sincerity more than I can verbalize to her. I’m still wary of Jax though - that man looks like he could kill in an instant and I don’t want to get on his bad side. I’m glad they’re friends with each other though - they seem to get along really well and...Adrian. Poor bastard. I broke his heart. I broke his heart and I can’t even help it. How am I supposed to even really process that whole fucking mess. He’s so sweet and gentle and genuine and I can’t even reciprocate it back to him...but maybe with time I could…? But Kamilah...she makes my heart skip a beat too...but she’s so unlike anyone I’ve even taken interest in - callous and stoic most of the time with very few soft spots. It wouldn’t be any type of understatement to claim my heart is as confused as my head. 

[24kmagiic]

Lazy Klonnie/Bonnie Week 2021

It seems as though our numbers are dwindling and since I don’t really have the time I once had to create a beautiful graphic, here I am stepping out on faith with just my words to get the creative juices going. For those of you still out there with an interest and a need, I invite you to participate in Lazy Klonnie Week. Post those long forgotten WIPs, drabbles, head cannons, pics, ideas, anything Klonnie related. To keep with a theme, please see the below schedule.

Sunday April 4: Forgotten WIPS Day

Post whatever you have or whatever you’ve deleted off the internet in the past. I think we can all agree that at this point, anything, finished or not, is better than nothing. :) As a writer, I know it’s easy to get caught up in perfection but as a reader, I implore you to post anything. (I understand how scary this is lol, but do it. If its not perfect, no one cares but you.... and that one anonymous reader that secretly hates on you but they don’t count.)

Monday April 5: Adopt a Fic Day

Create fanfiction of your favorite fanfiction. I cannot express this part enough but, if you can, contact the original author for permission and, at the very least if they’re no longer around, GIVE CREDIT WHERE CREDIT IS DUE! Do not steal. I will find you and fight you personally. No cap. Create your own fairytale ending of what you wished happened in a story or create an entirely new spin-off. (BUT MAKE IT YOUR OWN!) As a writer, I’ve always secretly wished someone would do this with something I’ve written because honestly sometimes I think my shit sucks and know that someone could do my crappy idea way more justice lol. (If you absolutely don’t want anyone touching your work, let me know and I’ll make it known.)

Tuesday April 6: Review a Defunct/Abandoned/Old Fic Day

Silent readers, keep reading. I know you’re out there. You tell on yourselves all the time. You message writers years later like “I LOVED YOUR STORY...” but yet there are no reviews to back up your claim lmao. Go back and review a story that touched your life. Hell, this don’t even have to be Klonnie related just do it. Let me tell you, it works. I had a reader write a review to one of my stories that touched me so deeply, it revived my entire writing career, no cap. Sis pulled me from the depths of hell. Thanks girl. Her excitement for my story brought me back after I’d abandoned it for FIVE DAMN YEARS. Anything is possible. Go show someone you care and tell them how their writing of Klonnie (or any pairing) made you feel. Even if they’re long gone, they will get that email notification and they will see it and who knows, they may come back. Awake those sleeping giants! A lot of content creators disappear because there is no audience. 

Wednesday April 7: Graphic Creators Day

Post what you got and keep it moving. Post those drafts, finish a gif-set from 800 years ago that you’ve abandoned (I know I have one). Just offload what you have because years from now, no one will care about how perfect it was, just that it’s there. 

Thursday April 8: Drabble/Head Cannon Day

Unleash those endless strings of thought onto us. Share ideas of what you wished happened, what you wish you had the chance to read. Rant about Bonnie’s injustice for old times sake. Put your ideas out there and hopefully, someone will pick it up and run with it.

Friday April 9: ...Pick It Up And Run With It Day

Take those ideas and do something with them. Anything. Help.

Saturday April 10: Give Back Day

Write a Comedy. Write a Shakespearean tragedy. Write something. Even if you’ve never written a single thing in your life, try. Don’t be a silent reader all your life. If not, thank a content creator for what they’ve done. We wanna read/consume media too. We get tired reading each other’s stuff over and over again lol. Not that it’s not good but we want to see knew people, new ideas, new perspectives. Rewrite the entire TV show from a nosey neighbor’s perspective or something. 

Sunday April 11: Free Day

Enjoy what you’ve had a hand in creating this week.

You have a week to spread the news and get on board. 

I’ve noticed in the tags the concern behind our dwindling numbers and that’s largely because content is being consumed without positive feedback and encouragement. I’m not saying it’s absolutely mandatory but in a way, it is. If you want the plant to grow, you gotta water it baby. :) 

You may post on any platform but be sure to link it in the tag below so that we can all track it efficiently.

Official Tag:  #KlonnieWeek2021

Happy Shipping! :)