#rpf courtesy tag

[tulakhord]

[bigbrotherlouis]

i feel it in my teeth (and it’s too good to resist) (trevor zegras/jamie drysdale // 6k // vampire au)

How about everybody just all calm down. We can have a little emergency vampire existence meeting after we wait for Trevor to come back.

a very late and a very happy birthday present for @workingforitallthetime <3

[preordainedplace]

bonus tsn stuff <3

[ranger-kellyn]

i say this as someone who has been working on taking this to heart as well, but like......babes....y'all have GOT to let go of the need to have your art is interpreted exactly as you intended it to be. you're fighting a losing battle. nobody, literally NOBODY. will interpret it exactly as you intended it to. that's the beauty of art!

stop needing to control every little thing!! let people interpret it how they want!! even if it's the exact opposite of your own intention!

and i know this is easier said than done, but stop stressing about the bad faith takes as well!!! that says way more about them than it ever will about you!!! block and move the fuck on. or turn off comments! most places let you do that now.

if you're literally so pressed about someone interpreting your art "wrong", you should probably just use geocities or something else and make your own website to host your work, or just stop posting on such public websites in the first place. you will never be able to control how people interpret things, so stop stressing about things you literally have no control over.

[moregraceful]

nobody is writing fic about them!!! there's like five fics in the tag on ao3, it is a national disgrace and curse

everyday hockey rpf finds new ways to disappoint me

[calzone-d]

Masterlist

Hi, I’m cal, and this is my masterlist! I write for Ted Lasso/Jason Sudeikis. My inbox is always open for requests or just to talk! I’ll write one-shots, blurbs, headcanons, or we can just bounce concepts off each other! I’d like to note that I am towards the end of nursing school, so I may not get to any asks immediately!

*Some thoughts/concepts/blurbs may not be linked here, but can be found by searching “ted lasso thoughts”, or “my writing.”

*Other tags I use: dad!ted, dad!jason, mom!reader, sub!ted, jason sudeikis rpf

*This blog contains NSFW content, 18+ only! I’m not responsible for the content you consume.

*I do not write OC’s, all of my fics are x reader

-Ted Lasso x Fem!Reader———————

One Shots

Movie Night (smut)

After celebrating Richmond’s latest win, Ted invites you back to his hotel room for a movie night. You don’t watch much of the movie.

Like Father, Like Son (fluff)

You wake up in the middle of the night to Ted and Henry being sick.

Couch Kisses (smut)

An imagine inspired by my post about kissing Ted’s bulge over his khakis.

Something New (smut)

You and Ted finally drabble into the dom/sub dynamic. (sub!ted, softdom!reader)

Reconnected (fluff)

After Ted and your daughter recover from being sick, they’re both ecstatic to see you again.

Nightmares (angst/fluff)

When Ted has a nightmare, feeling your baby kick calms him down.

Helping Hands (comfort/fluff)

You come home from a long day to dinner and a clean house, courtesy of Ted and Henry.

Accidents Happen (comfort/fluff)

Henry is still learning how to hold his new baby sister.

Close Call (angst/comfort)

Ted gets a call no one could’ve prepared him for while at work

Unplanned Sleepovers (angst/comfort/fluff)

Henry finds you crying and insists on spending the night with you, while also finding a new nickname for you. Ted comes home and joins the action.

Only You (smut)

You and Ted have a moment alone in a closet at Roy and Keeley’s wedding.

Always There (comfort/fluff/smut)

You have a heart to heart with Henry before comforting ted in a way that only you can.

Sunscreen (fluff)

You spend a little time flirting with Ted during a team beach day.

Growing (fluff)

A glimpse into a domestic morning with Ted, before a serious conversation ensues.

Headcanons/Drabbles

showering with ted

random HC about Ted taking care of you while you’re drunk, plus non-alcohol related domestic dad!Ted

Ted + your baby bump HC’s

Ted + books/reading HC’s

power outage with Ted & Henry

waking up next to Ted

Ted + your newborn baby girl HC’s

Ted comforting you when you’re hurt, sick, and sad.

giving Ted a blowjob

reader is worried Ted misses his old family, and he reassures her he doesn’t

Ted and reader on a break HCs

Ted and reader doing yoga HCs

being a couch potato with Ted HCs

giving ted a blowjob to help him relax HCs

reader snaps at Ted after a bad day

cockwarming with ted

Ted + reader w/ a stomachache HCs

reader sitting in Ted’s lap while he fingers her

ted & panty sniffing x reader

Multi-part Fics

Mild Misunderstandings (angst/fluff)

A stressful week begins to take its toll on you and Ted.

part one

part two

Lover’s Exploration (smut)

Ted takes interest in a previous sexual encounter you bring up, and wants to try it.

part one

part two (coming soon!!)

Prompt List Works

I don’t know how much longer I could’ve taken this..

-Jason Sudeikis x Fem!Reader——————-

One Shots

Taking Care (smut)

After a long two weeks of quickies, you and Jason find time to play with a new buttplug you ordered.

Riding Dirty (smut)

You ride Jason for the first time.

Quality Time (fluff)

When Jason gets injured, you spend some quality time with the kids.

Headcanons/Drabbles

jason eating reader out HCs

jason + praise kink + riding (nsfw)

Prompt List Works

wait, don’t go.. please..

breaking down mid-hug because they just needed it so much

-Kinktober 2023------

Mirror Sex (Jason Sudeikis x Fem!Reader)

Phone Sex (Ted Lasso x Fem!Reader)

Breeding Kink (Jason Sudeikis x Fem!Reader)

Overstimulation (Jason Sudeikis x Fem!Reader)

Pregnancy Kink (Ted Lasso x Fem!Reader)

Gentle Femdom (Ted Lasso x Fem!Reader)

Bondage/Edging/Toys Night (Jason Sudeikis x Fem!Reader)

Surprise kink!!! (Ted Lasso x Fem!Reader)

[makethatelevenrings]

Hello and Welcome!

I’m Honey and I write silly little stories about our blorbos.

Read my masterlist here (mobile masterlist here)

You can also find me on ao3 @honeybeebeeeight

Requests are open // CLOSED at this time :)

Active series at this time: Angel by the Wings & For All the Light That I’ve Shut Out

If you would like to send in a request, please read under the “read more” sign!

Want to be added to a tag list? DM, send an ask, or add a reply to a fic! Please make sure to list who you want to be tagged for and I will check your blog if you are 18+.

I have the right to ban people without an age or under 18 in their bio if they interact with my 18+ fics. I have that boundary established and set and I expect the courtesy of my boundaries being respected

Things I will not write: sexual assault, incest, drug use, miscarriages, self harm, yandere, noncon/dubcon, underage (character or reader), scat/watersports, agere, RPF

Who do I write for (at this time)?

Marvel: Xu Shang-Chi, Sam Wilson

DC: Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Clark Kent, Diana Prince

Top Gun: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Natasha “Phoenix” Trace

Call of Duty: Simon “Ghost” Riley, John “Soap” MacTavish, John Price, Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Misc.: Aragorn (LOTR), Jamie Tartt (Ted Lasso), Roy Kent (Ted Lasso), Sam Obisanya (Ted Lasso)

Disclaimers!

I write from a female/AFAB or gender neutral perspective majority of the time and try my hardest to make it race/ethnicity neutral. PLEASE let me know if I fail at confronting my own biases. If you would like a male, trans, certain religion/race/etc reader, please let me know in the request! I will do as much research as I can to ensure I am effectively honoring you.

I reserve the right to refuse any and all requests. Either I will post your ask and explain my reason or your request will just never be posted. I don’t have to give an explanation. Thank you!

Send in a request HERE :)

[shellbilee]

Because I cannot stop thinking about Taron courtesy of my current watching of BlackBird, I've realised that theres a real shortage of Taron smut on here!

So stay tuned for a smutty RPF fic coming at the end of the week 🙈

Comment or inbox if you'd like to be tagged!

[tulakhord]

got tagged in SOOO many tag games by @raylangivins asdfghjkl thank u ilu here are like, half of them lmao.

(1) shuffle your on repeat playlist and post the first 10 tracks stupid girl - garbage salt and vinegar - lights DIP N DRIP - cobrah disturbia - rihanna this hell - rina sawayama deep end - catty night crawling - miley cyrus feat. billy idol messy - kiiara jet black hearts - abigail barlow dancing on my own - robyn (2) a questionnaire!

Tea, coffee, or soda? coffee > everybody..... i do love tea tho. Dogs or cats? dogs bc one's sitting on my feet rn and he's pretty cute so. Can you play any instrument? forgot all the piano i once knew oops What's your sun sign? sagittarius for me as well! ♐️♐️ First song lyrics that pops into your head? how will i know if she really loves meee 🎵 Do you have any tattoos? not yet! indecision etc etc Favorite place you've travelled? british virgin islands What's the last movie you've watched? i literally do not remember but i'm seeing the d&d movie this weekend lmao What languages do you speak? only english, i'm pants at languages :( much like the instruments question i forgot the other ones orz Do you have any hobbies? omg so many, i love doing things lmao. rn i am actually doing campaign prep for ttrpg things while i watch hockey and fill this out, which is a whole category of hobbies by itself (writing! mini painting! drawing! map design! terrain builds! etc etc.) You can hang out with one fictional character for an hour, who do you choose? i was gonna be saucy and pick someone hot or someone whose brain i want to dissect like a formaldehyde frog but actually it is toothless i wanna go flying with the flying doggo Compliment yourself: i cooked a delicious dinner tonight! (3) ao3 first lines tagline

Rules: Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway (spoiler alert: rules are made to be broken…)

"most recent" i have published uhh nothing since 2021 hockey hols oops. i should maybe. fix that. anyway the point is that some of these are from my drafts folder ayy:

The chatter starts up at the end of every season, and every off-season Mat runs the fuck away to get away from it.

There’s three shadows standing over Eddie when he comes to, curled in on himself on the ground and damp with his own sweat.

The last dragons—barely hatchlings—die at Dragonstone. Perhaps it's only fitting that the last dragonspawn do too.

“I used to think about it,” admits Trevor. “You making me sorry for it.” (x)

Leon makes all his biggest mistakes in Las Vegas, and tonight is no exception. The team is flying high off a win they didn’t expect—off a win, strictly speaking, they did not deserve—and the music is good, and the lights are low, and the drinks keep coming. (x)

Raff is in the Dallas hotel room, and Joel didn’t invite him—didn’t expect him—but holy cannoli is Joel glad to see him there. (x)

The first thing to understand was Raff didn’t have a heart. (x)

As far as Jack was concerned, Taylor Hall could take his Nantucket wedding, his signed contract in Boston, his Biosteel invite and his mostly working body and all the other hallmarks of his happily ever after—and shove it up his own ass. (x)

He had made a conscious choice not to tell anyone about the situation, and indeed, not to think about the situation any more than could be helped. This had worked well for the past several years, except that it meant that Auston had not thought twice about extending the invitation for Dylan to join them for two weeks in Scottsdale. (x)

They’d tracked the old legends from planet to planet, each one emptier than the last: graveyards with no graves, detonation marks from imperial explosives scouring ancient stone, each once-sacred place swept clean of its history. (x)

tagging 10 of you i've seen in my notes lately, do one or two or all of em: @maddiebuckley @bluewaterhigh2005 @tobysziegler @st-louis @xreveux @parisebuyout2021 @chevalric @joeslie @marmolita @townhulls @bigbrotherlouis

[bigbrotherlouis]

down the back but who cares (still the louvre) (leon draisaitl/matthew tkachuk // 6k // art heist au)

“Well, well, well, Hot German,” Matthew says, hooking his leg around Tim’s empty chair and yanking it out to sit. “We’ve got to stop meeting like this.”

leon draisaitl, interpol art theft expert, on assignment in budapest.

happy battle of alberta to us all

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

The Girl He Left Behind [Epilogue]

Fandom: American Actor, RPF, Elvis Presley, Elvis Movie 2022

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Original Female Character

Characters: Elvis Presley, Addison Goodwin, Gladys Presley, Vernon Presley, Minnie May ‘Dodger’ Presley, Red West, Sonny West, Gene Smith, Billy Smith, Original Female Characters, Colonel Tom Parker, Billy Smith, Marci Cunningham, Steve Cunningham, Jerry Schilling, Mary Jenkins, Alan Fortas, Marty Lacker, Original Male Characters, Mona Goodwin, Joe Goodwin

Word Count: 2952 // Rating: Mature

Summary: When Elvis returns home to Graceland from the Army he’s followed by the headlines ‘The Girl He Left Behind’ but what the media don’t know is that Priscilla wasn’t the first. No, that title belongs to someone Elvis will never forget.

Tags/ Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Graceland, Poverty, Friends to Lovers, 1950s Elvis, Bad Parenting, Surprise Surprise the Colonel Is a Colossal Prick, Parental Loss, Grief, Fun Fairs, Kissing, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Movie Nights, Arguing, Tension, Denial of Feelings, Age Gap Romance, Underage, Addison is 17 Elvis is 22, Guilt, Betrayal, Extortion, Blackmail, Jealous, Army Elvis, American Draft, US Army, Lying, Time Shift with Elvis moving to Memphis, Flashbacks, Caught

Notes: Fin! 

Thank you all so much for reading! I have absolutely LOVED writing this series even if it did end on a sad note. Not to worry though I’ve already started thinking about writing the follow on series so keep your eyes peeled! Xx

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‘Damn Memphis heat,’ the Colonel mumbled exasperatedly as he blotted his brow with his hanky once more. Tom Diskin looked at him apologetically even though he had no control over the weather, it wasn’t even his fault they were driving with the windows rolled up that had been the Colonel’s choice, a way of avoiding the fans crowded by the gates. There were always fans gathered there and most of the time the Colonel did engage with them out of courtesy but today was not the day for niceties.   ‘It sure is busy,’ Tom said as he navigated the car through the poorly parked vans and cars that littered the driveway. ‘Just drop me out front and find somewhere to park it,’ the Colonel said gesturing for Tom to pull up at the base of the steps which he did obediently. As the Colonel opened the door a rush of warm air hit him once more making those beads of sweat he had batted away not moments before return in an instant. He climbed out, taking a minute to mop his brow once more before he started to head inside. Before he could however a voice shouted his name, ‘hey Parker when is he coming out?’   The Colonel’s gaze travelled to the group of men standing just to the side of the steps, various pieces of equipment strewn around their small group from where they had gotten tired of waiting. At their friend’s words they all stopped to look at him.   ‘Yeah, we’ve been here hours,’ another man said, flicking his cigarette onto the lawn angrily which was followed by a murmur of angry agreements. The Colonel straightened up, offering them his most understanding look. ‘Soon gentleman,’ he said and before they could ask any further questions he carried on walking towards the house. A flurry of whispers broke out behind him, his name interspersed in the conversation frequently, though he didn’t let it phase him. After all, he had just as many questions as they did. That was why he was here.     He could still hear them as he reached the front door but once he stepped inside and shut it behind him they were gone. In fact, every noise was gone for a moment so much so he thought he was alone for a second but as he turned around he realised there were people inside, yet everything was still. People were sitting in the living room talking quietly amongst themselves though they looked up as he entered, both parties exchanging that uneasy sympathetic smile that everyone did when no one knew the appropriate greeting. Mary was bustling quietly in and out of the kitchen, laying out food for whoever wanted it though from the looks of things most of it remained untouched. And then sitting there on the stairs in front of him was Vernon.   He was slumped against the banister as if he needed that support to keep him upright. His face was ruddy and tear-stained, his shirt damp from where they had rolled off his chin and landed on his chest. He didn’t move when the Colonel entered. He didn’t even say hello. All in all, he looked like a broken man. And the Colonel could tell why. As he walked into the house he could hear it, heart-wrenching guttural sobs and wails coming from down the hall – Gladys and Vernon’s bedroom.   ‘Vernon,’ the Colonel said softly hobbling towards the man with his cane. Vernon looked up at him, not a flicker of energy to be seen on his face. Nevertheless, the Colonel pressed on, ‘Vernon, there are some fine folks from the press out front.’ ‘Are there?’ Vernon said indifferently. ‘Yes, and I was thinking...a few words…pictures…then they will leave us alone,’ the Colonel said trying to sound as sympathetic as possible, but Vernon didn’t do anything but shake his head gesturing to where Elvis’ inconsolable sobs were coming from down the hall. ‘He won’t,’ he said shakily, ‘I can't get him to do anything. No one can. He won't sleep. He won't eat. I keep asking myself what would she do?’ ‘Yes, he trusted her like nobody else and now she’s gone what does he have?’ the Colonel murmured. Vernon looked up at him exasperatedly as if he was missing something. ‘I don’t mean Lovie,’ he said as if it was obvious. The Colonel’s eyes narrowed for a moment before the meaning of what the other man was saying set in. ‘Vernon,’ the Colonel said shaking his head. ‘You have to admit it Colonel. She’d know what to do. He could do with her-’ ‘We agreed,’ the Colonel said angrily, ‘you agreed-’ ‘I know what we agreed but my wife wasn’t dead then!’ Vernon snapped loud enough a couple of heads turned away. He sighed and closed his eyes for a moment before he looked back at the Colonel pleadingly.   ‘I know what I said…but that was months ago. Everything’s different now,’ Vernon said holding in the sob that was inside him from fear it would reignite another round of crying he simply didn’t have the energy for, ‘I’m just asking you to try Colonel. Just try.’ ‘And if I can’t get hold of her?’ the Colonel asked stiffly. ‘Then you better hope he’ll listen to you,’ Vernon said flatly standing up. The two men looked at each other for a moment before the Colonel nodded ever so slightly signalling he had conceded. As Vernon walked into the living room and sat himself down next to his mother the Colonel sighed and started to head up the stairs towards Elvis’ private office. If he was going to do this, he was going to do it out of the way of any prying ears.   He had almost been home free. Elvis had adjusted to army life relatively well and the tabloids had eaten it up much to the Colonel’s delight. Not to mention that by the time the Colonel’s ‘no contact’ ban had lifted Elvis had been so preoccupied with his mother he’d barely had time to think about anything else. He had asked questions of course as the Colonel had anticipated but he’d been so malleable with worry the Colonel had been able to navigate through them with more ease than was he expected.   Now he was going to ruin it all. He supposed he didn’t have to but he couldn’t be sure Vernon wouldn’t come poking around after him. If the situation was going to be dealt with he was going to be the one to deal with. Besides he doubted she’d even still be there even if he had picked a school that let her board until the end of the year.   He sat down at the desk and reached into his pocket for his address book flicking through it to find the number he needed to call. He found it scribbled on a page at the back and though there was no information listed with it should anyone have cause to look through his book he knew that was the number. With a sigh, he picked up the phone and dialled. It rang for a while which didn’t surprise him, the offices were sure to be deserted given the time of year something that made him smile. Oh well, he could always say he tried and got nowhere but just as he was going to hang up the line clicked on a sweet southern voice answering.   ‘St Bernadette’s Boarding School for Girls, Mary-Ann speaking how can I help?’ the girl on the other of the phone said. ‘Uh, hello,’ the Colonel said gruffly as if he was annoyed that she had the audacity she had to answer the phone, ‘I was wondering if you could help me. I’m trying to get a hold of one of your students.’ ‘Well sir most of our students will have returned home for the summer by now I don’t know how feasible that will be,’ Mary-Ann replied. ‘It’s important,’ he said. ‘Oh, well I can have a look at our records. Some of them do remain on campus but I won't promise anything,’ she said, ‘could I have a name?’ ‘Addison Goodwin,’ he said. ‘Just bear with me for two seconds,’ she said. He muttered an agreement but he could hear she was already away from the phone. He could hear her flicking through pages of a book as she sat back down at her desk. After a moment he heard her pick it up and place it back to her ear.   ‘I’m sorry, I’m afraid I don’t have an Addison Goodwin listed here. Are you sure she was one of our students?’ she asked. ‘Well I've been paying her tuition since Christmas so I would hope so,’ the Colonel said snidely. ‘Oh,’ she said uncomfortably, ‘well just give me a second I’m sure there’s some explanation here.’   The Colonel sighed again and glanced at his watch. He didn’t have time for this. He had things to be doing, his mind drifting to reporters gathered outside waiting for any scrap of news though he supposed if he couldn’t get Elvis to go outside it didn’t matter much anyway. After a moment or so he heard her utter a soft, ‘oh.’ ‘What is it?’ he asked leaning forward at her tone. ‘It appears she was here,’ she said. ‘Yes, I know that silly girl but that’s not what I’m asking. I need to know where she is now,’ he snapped. ‘That’s the thing,’ Mary-Ann said nervously, ‘see she hasn’t been here since before our Easter term.’ ‘Do you know where she went?’ the Colonel asked hoping she wouldn’t have an answer. That had been what he had been hoping for all along, that she had taken off just like her mother. ‘It says here she was transferred,’ she said making nerves bubble inside him. ‘Transferred where?’ he asked. ‘I don’t think it’s my place to say,’ she said tentatively. ‘Is it your place to explain why your school has been cashing cheques for students that are no longer attending,’ the Colonel said angrily. ‘It’s not like that, she’s been transferred to our sister…school. I think it’s best I just patch you through they should be able to explain everything better than I can. Just don’t hang up the line,’ she said hurriedly and before the Colonel could protest he heard her click off, a series of buttons being pressed as she transferred the call. He should’ve just hung up. After all, he had tried to get hold of her, was it his fault if she was no longer there? But he was too curious to leave it be, so he held on.   ‘Hello,’ another voice said. She sounded older than the last girl, more matronly. ‘Hello who am I speaking to?’ he asked. ‘Sister Teresa. Can I help?’ she said. ‘I hope so. I’ve just been patched through here from St Bernadette’s I’m trying to locate one of their students. She informed me she’d been sent to your school instead,’ he said. ‘That’s not possible Sir,’ Sister Teresa said. ‘That’s what the girl told me,’ he said feeling irritation bubble inside him. ‘Well I don’t know what she’s told you but we’re not a school,’ she said sternly. ‘Then what have I been paying tuition for?’ he snapped. ‘Sir, if you have an issue with St Bernadette’s I suggest you call them back and take it up with them but this is not a school,’ she said. ‘Then what is it?’ he said. ‘This is a mother and baby home,’ she said, ‘hello? Sir?’   After one more call for him to answer she gave up, the dial tone ringing out as she hung up on him. The Colonel was silent. He had questions, millions of them, but they couldn’t make it past his lips his throat so dry they were stopped from escaping him. Mother and baby home. Baby.   The word didn’t seem real.   Dozens of scenarios whizzed through his mind. Could it be true? Was the woman from the school mistaken? He thought about it, trying to do the mental maths in his head. If there was a baby it would’ve more than likely been born and surely she would’ve come back by now if she intended for Elvis to know. No, if she hadn’t come back yet there was a good chance she was going to stay away for good. At least that was what he hoped. Whatever good PR Gladys’ death would bring would surely be washed away at the sniff of a baby out of wedlock.   After a moment he seemed to realise that he was still holding the phone and though he didn’t know how long he’d been sitting there in shock but the fact that the dial tone was no longer there signalled a while. He placed it back on its nook and paused pondering what he was going to do. It didn’t take him long to decide.   When he got downstairs Vernon was by the living room door mid conversation with someone but he looked towards the Colonel expectantly all the same. The Colonel didn’t say anything but he shook his head silently making the hope in Vernon’s eyes snuff out immediately though he nodded in recognition his gaze flickering up the hall towards his bedroom.   The Colonel nodded.   He headed down the hall pausing at the door to the bedroom for a moment before he ducked inside. Though Elvis’ sobs were still able to be heard from inside the bedroom they were no longer the wracking inconsolable ones that the Colonel had walked in on. He pushed the closet door open gently. Elvis didn’t even look up as the door swung open, his face buried in one of his mother's dresses, his body practically curled around it as if he was trying to let the scent of her consume him. At this, the Colonel faltered.   He looked broken. Utterly and completely wrecked and it was heart-breaking to watch.   He was broken from his thoughts as Elvis mumbled something. He didn’t know if it was directed to him, he didn’t even know if Elvis had registered he was even in the room but he heard it all the same, ‘come back Satnin.’   ‘My boy,’ the Colonel said sadly. Elvis looked towards him, finally acknowledging he there though he didn’t say anything, the tears continuing to fall silently down his cheeks. The Colonel didn’t know where to put himself. Tough love seemed like the wrong approach. In fact, any approach seemed like the wrong approach but he had to do something. He had to get him out of this room.   ‘My boy,’ he repeated moving tentatively towards him and offering a hand out, ‘my boy you need to come out of here.’ ‘I can’t,’ Elvis said shaking his head as he buried his face back in his mother’s dress once more. ‘Your daddy needs help. He’s trying the best he knows how to but he is overwhelmed. He needs you out there,’ the Colonel said. ‘No, I can't go out there,’ he said looking up at him with tears in his bloodshot blue eyes before he added brokenly, ‘I just wanna stay in here forever.’ ‘Oh I know, I know you feel like this right now. I know you feel as though you will never be right again but things will get better. They won't be easy but I will be there to help with whatever it is you need. Tell me and I’ll make it happen,’ he said. ‘Bring her back,’ Elvis whispered. ‘If only I could,’ he said leaning down to place a hand on the boy's shoulder, ‘anything else I can do I will. Whatever you need.’ ‘Addison,’ he whispered quietly. The Colonel paused the words of the nun popping into his head once more. ‘I don’t think,’ the Colonel said hesitantly. ‘She mustn’t know. If she did, she’d be here. I know it,’ Elvis said looking at the Colonel imploringly. ‘Or maybe she does and she’s choosing to stay away,’ the Colonel said making Elvis’ face crumple once more, ‘after all it is times like these where we see who truly cares for us. Now your mother, she cared for you like no other and I know if she had a choice she would not have left you. And whilst I know no one could ever replace her I promise that from now on I will try my best to do everything she would’ve done. Anything she would have done; I will carry out in her name. While you are overseas I'll stay home, and I will work and I will worry while you serve your time in the Army.’   Elvis looked at him and though he didn’t respond he allowed the older man to guide him to his feet, ‘but you also have your part to play. You must stand by your [papa, comfort him, comfort your friends, family, and even your fans. Because if you don't, then all your Mama sacrificed for you will have been for nothing... Trust me.’   Elvis seemed to let his words digest for a moment before he nodded gently and then in a move that surprised the older man he lay his head on his shoulder. ‘No matter what happens, stay with me through thick or thin, okay?’ he said in a heartbroken whisper. The Colonel hesitated for just a second before he moved his hands to the boys back holding him as gingerly as he could as the boy continued to weep.   ‘I don’t have anyone else,’ Elvis said quietly. ‘You have me my boy,’ the Colonel said, ‘you have me.’

[frazzledsoul]

Gilmore Girls AO3 stats, courtesy of me

What is the most popular fic in our fandom, sorted by kudos?

Does @dollsome-does-tumblr have the most popular fic in every fandom? Probably. Congrats!

What is the most popular ship in our fandom?

So I was a bit surprised at how big the gap is here. I knew Literati was the most popular and that they outpaced L/L a while ago since I don't think people really write L/L stories anymore and the writers tend to be older and prefer FF.net anyway but seriously, close to double the amount of Rogan fics? However, when I used to write Rogan drabbles I would put a bunch of work into them and get little response, so whatever. I think if your ship is more of an open question it inspires more fic.

Who is the most popular character in our fandom?

No surprise that Rory, the queen of multiple ships, reigns supreme, but I'm mildly surprised that Jess comes in fourth.

What kind of crossovers do people write with our fandom?

Super shocked that Supernatural is #1. Never could have called that one.

26 GoT crossovers? I guess we have a foolproof way to get rid of Christopher.

So I thought the RPF tag was going to be a bunch of really inappropriate stories about Alexis and Milo, but it's mostly compilations and any time someone was inspired by a Taylor Swift song.

[theminecraftbee]

Heya! On your last post, you mentioned getting rid of the minecraft tag on ao3 works and adding smp ones instead. May I have a further explanation as to why removing the minecraft tag in particular? I know I and several authors use minecraft mechanics within works, so I'm a bit confused on why it would be necessary to remove the tag /gen

Thanks in advance <333

-019

in general, the Minecraft fandom tag is meant for fanfiction about the game minecraft, as opposed to fanfiction about the players on various smps. the minecraft tag as it stands right now is basically entirely unusable as a result of our presence - think of how bad video blogging rpf can be, except you also don’t want to be reading about any of these youtubers at all! so, generally, now that we have the SMP tags, it would be more polite for us to not tag those fics with minecraft, since the SMP tags imply the setting of the SMP (which has minecraft mechanics) on their own. you know, like how we keep mcyt and minecraft separate on tumblr!

there are possibly exceptions to this (some sort of crossover between minecraft and an actual RPF fic, maybe), but in general, we shouldn’t be flooding their tag now that we have another option, you know? it’s a courtesy thing.

if you wanted to indicate minecraft mechanics, maybe use a freeform tag instead of a fandom tag to indicate that - I know a tag I’ve seen before, for example, is “respawn mechanics”, so a tag like that.

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

Sepsis

by MelissaWaters

“I’m done with heroes,” XD growled and pulled out a serrated blade from his waist. He placed the tip over Tommy’s heart and pressed his palm to the hilt, ready to push it in. “I’m done with vigilantes.” The blade sunk through the fabric, inching into his skin. Tears blinded him. XD’s voice dropped to a growl. “And I am done with you.”

--- Through the pressing darkness, a question pushed through. “. . .’m not gonna make it back, am I?”

“No. You’re not.”

---

or during a fight, Tommy get's stabbed with a poisoned knife

SBI Whumptober 2023 - Day 4 "Sepsis" (but I took the courtesy of changing the prompt to being poisoned, anyway shhhh)

Words: 2706, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of SBI Whumptober 2023

Fandoms: Dream SMP, Video Blogging RPF, Minecraft (Video Game)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Characters: TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson | Philza, Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot, DreamXD (Dream SMP), Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF)

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & Phil Watson | Philza, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson | Philza

Additional Tags: TommyInnit-centric (Video Blogging RPF), Sleepy Bois Inc Week | SBI Week 2023, Serious Injuries, Injured TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Hurt TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Stabbing, Knife Violence, Poison, Superheroes, Alternate Universe - Superheroes/Superpowers, Siren Wilbur Soot, Fights, Grief/Mourning

[thelioncourts]

Okay, you seem to have thoughts on RPF that I would like to hear more about. It's been a big convo in the fandom lately.

Ah, anon, it's like you want me to get dragged through the coals in this ""new"" fandom.

I feel like I need to preface this with several things. The first thing is that, while I am not necessarily old (though I am feeling tremendously ancient, but that's neither here nor there), I am a fandom old in many ways. I have been involved in fandom for going on twenty years now. The second thing, a sad thing I have to specify before I continue, is ofc I do not, nor does any sane person, condone the harassment of real people over a ship. But that second thing is related to the first thing and that's something I can dive into as I continue -- though I do promise not to make this ungodly long in my rambling.

Fandom has been around for -- forever. One of my favorite things I learned in some of my college classes was about Pamela by Samuel Richardson and how it was such a popular novel, arguably one of the earliest English novels ever published, that people had tea sets with scenes painted on the cups and the pot or how women had fans with lines from the novel on them. A fandom. But fandom as we know it has been around forever too. Protesting the death of Sherlock Holmes in the streets of London, science fiction conventions in the 1930s, and, in terms of today's fandom, the 1970s and Star Trek and The Man from UNCLE tv series, etc. It's been there and it's been growing and growing as the Internet has made everything more accessible.

When I first got into fandom, around the age of 8, courtesy of an older cousin who wrote fanfiction and introduced it to me, I was way too young to be in fandom space. But I was there and I can't go back and change that. And what I will say is that being in fandom at that young of an age and growing up permanently within fandom spaces, as I've never left, has taught me quite a lot and I have seen fandom change in a lot of ways, and not for the better, in my time.

Old-school fandom had some really great policies that I see people trying to bring back. Things like squicks and notps and just all of these old little terms that used to be second-nature and have been somewhat forgotten are maybe coming back because they need to. One of my favorite old-school fandom policies is 'don't like, don't read.' I hope that one comes back ASAP.

Where I'm trying to go with all of this is here: fandom has existed long before most of us were alive. The existence of RPF fandom and fanfiction has existed since long before most of us were alive.

We can get into the morality debate of RPF all we want, but I promise every debate about it has already happened, been done, and people have taken their sides on it.

There are, of course, extreme sides on RPF. But there are extreme sides of regular fanfiction too. I've seen fandoms threaten writers and producers of shows because their ship didn't go canon. I've seen fandoms harass actors that don't agree with fandom-based headcanons of characters or started campaigns to make their fanfiction dreams come true.

Everything is fine if it is kept where fandom is supposed to be -- in fandom spaces. AO3 has a fantastic tagging system for things so you can avoid what you don't want to see and can find what you want, and if someone is tagging things incorrectly, you can politely do what you can to correct them and/or report it to AO3 for being incorrect. Like this is all possible, it's one of the many wonderful things of newer fandom (okay, AO3 is the best thing that ever happened to newer fandom, I cannot imagine life without it).

What kills me is there seems to be some kind of misunderstanding on what shipping is compared to what tinhatting is and compared to what blatant harassment is. Those three things are all distinctly different. And this very much seems to be a new-to-fandom issue. Like -- babies getting involved in fandom for the first time, or in the time of post-COVID Internet.

I'm dreading multiple things from RPF, and none of it is actually RPF (and we all know what fandom I'm talking about rn). The first thing is the harassment of people that do write RPF; like I'm expecting full on death threats at the rate I'm seeing things right now. The second thing is that people are freaking out so much about it, and making so many callout posts about it, that they're going to actually bring attention to it where the one singular RPF fic I've seen in the fandom was just quietly posted and not discussed in detail, the author just went on minding their business, as we all should.

Anyway. This is rambly and no doubt somewhat incoherent, but it's where I am. I'm too old for this kind of debate, again, and I really just want everyone to stay in their little corners and enjoy fandom where it makes them happy.

[alexanderwesker]

Chapter: 164/?

Chapter Title: And the Sky Grew Light. He's just a Man.

Chapter Summary: In the midst of the Battle for L'Manberg, Dream remembers

Warnings for this chapter: Void Guardian's mindfuckery; Memory Manipulation; Canon Typical Violence; War

Rating: Teen and up

Category: Gen

Fandom: Minecraft (Video Game); Video Blogging RPF; Dream SMP

Relationships: Wilbur Soot &Tommyinnit; Wilbur Soot &Technoblade; Wilbur Soot & c!Wilbur Soot; Clay|Dream & Wilbur Soot; Clay|Dream & c!Dream; Captain Sparklez & Tubbo; Tommyinnit & Tubbo; Niki|Nihachu & Wilbur Soot; Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson; Wilbur Soot & Phil Watson; TommyInnit & Phil Watson; Phil Watson & c!Philza; Quackity & Wilbur Soot;

Characters: Wilbur Soot; Technoblade; Tommyinnit; c!Wilbur Soot; Clay|Dream; c!Dream; Eret; Captain Sparklez; Niki |Nihachu; Phil Watson; C!Philza; Quackity

Additional Tags: 2020 L'Manberg Election on Dream Team SMP; Post-Election Arc; Manberg-Pogtopia War on Dream Team SMP; Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence; Dimension Travel; Real Wilbur ends up in the Dream SMP!Verse; Canon-Typical Violence; Villain Wilbur Soot; Vilbur; Implied/Referenced Child Abuse; Emotional Manipulation; Courtesy of Vilbur; Technoblade Hears Voices ; Immortal Technoblade; Older Sibling Wilbur Soot; Protective Wilbur Soot; cc!Wilbur and cc!Tommy aren’t brothers(as we know); but c!Wilbur and c!Tommy are; Wilbur took one look at Vilbur treating badly Tommy and said: ‘Fuck you other me’; War; Wilbur Soot and TommyInnit are Siblings; they are brothers your honor; c!Wilbur is like ‘Oh… another me’; cc!Wilbur is like ‘Oh fuck… I’m in danger’; Technoblade is like… ‘Uh’; Tommy is like ‘Oh… guess I’ve two older brothers now’; minor acts of terrorism; Insanity; Realistic Minecraft; Permadeath AU; Technoblade isn’t Tommy and Wilbur’s brother but it’s like he is; One-sided Codependency; Developing Friendship; Panic Attacks; Paranoia; Developing Paranoiac thoughts; Worldbuilding; Sorry for the tag wall; Obsessive Behavior; Possessive Behavior; Implied/Referenced Self-Harm; Mild Blood;(is it really Self-Harm if you are doing it on your ‘past-self’?);Villain Clay|Dream; Good Clay|Dream; Good Friend Clay|Dream;(the villain tag is about the character not the cc): Politics; (What do you do when suddenly you are the doppelganger of an Emperor?); Manipulation; Eret is trying his best to be a good King; King Eret; Clay|Dream is Not DreamXD; But he is ‘Blessed’ by the Guardian of the Void; Torture; The One-Sided Codependency? It’s becoming just…; Codependency; Queerplatonic Relatioships; Parent Captain Sparklez; Captain Sparklez is Tubbo’s Parent; Ram-Hybrid Captain Sparklez; c!Philza tags: Angel of Death Phil Watson; Fallen Angel Phil Watson; (Philza is a biblical angel with a human vessel but with wings and a horned halo); Bad Parent Phil Watson ; Immortal Phil Watson; Now for CC!Phil tags: Winged Phil Watson; Avian Phil Watson; Good Parent Phil Watson; Protective Phil Watson; BAMF Phil Watson; CC!Phil is just as immortal as his character because Death is an alternate version of his Wife; Goddess of Death Kristin Rosales Watson;