#sorry that it has been awhile since an actual update

[bellaxgiornata]

WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO UPDATE FFTD AGAIN IVE BEEN DYING SINCE NOVEMBER 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 i have a serious emotional attachment to that fic now n idk what’s gonna happen when it’s finished 😓😓

OMFG HAS IT REALLY BEEN SINCE NOVEMBER??? I'M SO SORRY!

I knew it had been awhile but time has been...nonexistent to me over here for the past few months. I'm lucky if I remember the day of the week lately 😅😅

You'll be happy to hear it is the fic I'm currently working on right now because it's flowing out of me. I'm probably about halfway through getting a rough draft written, but I'll probably be editing and updating Break the Tension before I share FFTDs next update once I get it written--assuming my brain doesn't just crap out on me before I can finish writing it. I've been on a roll this week with writing and have almost 3 drafts written alone this week now, though. So that's hopefully a good sign!

But I do hope you're all ready for this Second Angst Arc foreshadowing you're about to all be punched in the gut with in this next installment...

I love hearing that y'all still love this series so much, you have no idea ❤❤😭😭 If it makes you feel better, I too have a serious emotional attachment to FFTD, so I don't plan to end it anytime soon! It is my favorite Matt fic (and honestly favorite fic in general) that I have. And tomorrow is actually the series' first birthday 😭😭😭

[haechanhues]

KPOP FIC RECS

So I recently (like a couple of months ago) read Bowie’s Books by John O’Connell which is a series of essays exploring David Bowie’s list of 100 Books that transformed his life and I thought it was a way to make my own. These are all fics (in some way or another) that have been memorable in many different ways and I hope to share them with you all.

This is also a full on sap train so I thought you should be ready. I’m also weirdly nervous since this feels kind of vulnerable and makes me shy. but haiii

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART FIVE

1. @hyuckiebabie - Bad Intentions | NCT (discontinued) 

Of course, I have to start with this. I have to. I’ve also just learnt that author-nim has since left tumblr. But the writing was beautiful and the connection that Haechan and the MC had with each other was absolutely alluring. God I felt things I have never felt before. This was quite awhile ago and I’m kind of sad I can’t reread it to boost my memory a bit more but I was super excited for every update. But aww I wish you could all read it even though it was discontinued, it still remains very memorable for me. 

2.  @beom1e​ - Love Is Not Easy | TXT (completed)

The fic that made me obsess over TXT fics for a very large portion of the year. I read it again and it’s so chaotic and erratic in the best way. I love these boys with all my heart and it was so fun to be able to read it and connect to it. There were different endings that were all really fun. The very first time I was a very big Yeonjun supporter but nowadays I feel a more Beomgyu lean. Hmm, I don’t know. So many options. Can’t forget about Soobin either. The best kind of crossroad ever. 

3. @dovechim - That’s Okay That’s Love | BTS (ongoing)

No because I’m frustrated my original comments about this didn’t save. I remember reading this and it was the first time I had read something involving mental health so blatantly and it just felt oddly satisfying. What I liked the most about this fic however was the way that every character was interwoven within the story without the sole purpose of their existence to be a ‘friend’ to the main character and give advice and put some sense into them nor to invoke drama. I liked that they each have their own story and plot and it’s so majestically done that I always have to applaud this story for it.

4. @jayflrt - The A List | ENHYPEN (one-shot) 

Ahhh yes, I finally get to talk about this. This was one of the first ENHYPEN fics I read and it definitely helped me stan them to the level I did. I love the ....friendship between the MC and Jay. I love the taste of the whole fic in general - the rich people shit and the drama and the need to just not be made into a total loser by an anonymous source. I’m not even being dramatic but this fic has a taste and it’s absolutely fucking wonderful I’m salivating. 

5. @fantasybangtan​ - Queen Cobra | BTS (ongoing) 

One of my utmost favourite writers on Tumblr and in general. I love this story with all my heart and it made me a total * girl. This fic always manages to have a hook on me in more ways than one and I was so excited to see that a chapter has been updated since I last read it. I hope to god you never stop writing. Ever. Such a talented person and a very special one at that. I sound a bit like teachers comments in student reports and I’m sorry. But I hope you feel how sincere I am in my recommendations to read this fic. You have to. Absolute art. 

6.  @caramellohigh - Not Such A Good Boy | THE BOYZ (ongoing) 

This is my favourite depiction of Juyeon, like ever. I remember seeing three times before I actually read it. First it popped up in my dash just randomly, then it was recommended (not specifically to me) but I had been wanting to read a few fics. I thank whatever higher power exists for this fic. I can’t explain myself but like it’s so good. I love the whole golden sweet nice sunshine boy being this person who isn’t actually all that sunny and saintly trope. I don’t know the proper name for it but I loved this. I can’t wait for more chapters such an exciting fic, I couldn’t put this fic down for the life of me. I had a lot to do today but I didn’t do it because I was reading this hahaha best decision ever. 

7. @theluckyyyoneee​ - Antipode | EXO (completed) 

OH MY GOD I JUST SAW THERE’S AN UPDATED CHAPTER, I’M GOING TO READ IT NOW. Okay okay I’m going back to writing normally so I don’t look like an idiot, but I love this fic with all my heart. So so warm. I love that Chanyeol is just a literal puppy throughout the fic. God I hope to see this couple again. In any way. I’ll take it. I remember I first read this when Chanyeol went to the military and reading the final chapter when he’s back literally feels like all is right with the world. I adore this couple. And with the risk of sounding cheesy as hell, this story smells of pine and appears like Christmas lights in the night and I think that’s the cutest fucking thing. 

8. @jungblue - Future Hearts | BTS (ongoing) 

I’ll be honest, before I came to Tumblr I always ignored recommendations for fan fics - simply because I had different tastes to the person giving the recs (they were a bit too much for me) and I just liked that fan fics were just my terrain to freely explore the fics available without in some form being attached to someone else (i was going through some shit obviously). Then this fic showed up and I took a chance on it. Best thing I’ve ever done for myself. I fell in love with writing all over again. I thought of colours differently. Everything. was just so different. I was super invested in the story. I would say it became so definitive of the person I was at eighteen, when life started changing. So thank you author-nim. From your forever fan <3 I hope all is well with you, you deserve the whole world y’know. 

9. @sankyeom - Break Your Rules | THE BOYZ (completed)  

Okay okay so, I love Sunwoo with my whole heart and one of my favourite tropes is brother’s best friend (disclaimer : it reflects to my life in no shape, way or form but we love a good ol’ forbidden love without the death involved) I first read this on my other account and it’s always one I seek out if I want a little thrill and a happy ending. Also the side characters are so fucking funny, I loved reading them. This fic is the treat your aunty tells you she shouldn’t be giving you but does anyway and you love her with your whole heart. So wonderful. Absolutely wonderful. 

10. @chittapornswife​ - DYNL Club | NCT (ongoing) 

A fic I’m forever fond of, I think. I always used to read this whenever I would go to class and it would keep me from having panic attacks. It would always leave me feeling fluffy and energised enough to get through an hour (or longer) class (and it wasn’t like the class was terrible, it just made me anxious.) I always link this fic to good things, or at least like it’s a bridge from being less than okay to recovery which is kind of ironic considering the content. It also has Haechan in it, which I’m thankful for. This story helped build my love for him in a way, I think. I’m truly grateful. 

11. @desayunho​ - Time Of Love | ATEEZ (completed) 

Oh my god it was a struggle deciding what fic to use but I decided on this one. It’s so beautiful. Oh my god I loved it. I read ‘Lovefool’ before this one and just knew that I had to hop on this train too. Lovefool blew me away and I knew it would happen with this one too. Absolutely after my own heart. I’m not one for poly fics (not against them either, I just don’t normally read them) but AHHH I’m screaming. The dynamic. The everything. This fic is everything. Thank you and good night. I love San and Wooyoung and ATEEZ AND author-nim, a special place in my heart is reserved for you and your artistry. 

12. @ballelino - Wedding Season | STRAY KIDS (completed) 

With the risk of sounding absolutely delusional, this fic helped me well and truly realise that I am never ever going to move on from Lee Minho. Like ever. The fic left me feeling very vulnerable but well protected? I don’t know how to form words but...  Everything was just perfect. Truly a foundation. It’s a fic I want to read for the first time again for the feelings I felt and the sensations I was going through. Truly a magical ride. I’m not even being sappy - this is me being totally brutally honest. I loved it for lack of better words. You know that question that goes ‘If the words ‘I love you’ didn’t exist what would you use?’...This fic. That’s it. My new love language. 

13. @thepixelelf - Hood | THE BOYZ (completed) 

This was well and truly a rollercoaster.. god I could remember it. I was on the edge of my seat every update. I loved the whole friendship and the back and forth. Ever since that first chapter it has been a favourite of mine and has remained one of my favourites since then. Also it was literally a year spent together with a fic and I don’t know why but this makes me feel more attached and feel more love for this fic even more. It’s beautiful and it’s literally like cuddling a teddy bear. I don’t know how else to describe it. If I could hug any fic it would be this one. Cause it deserves everyone’s high praises and I want someone to experience reading this fic to experience it and just tell me what they thought and we can go nuts over it. 

14. @seokjinsdisciple - Who’s Your Daddy | ATEEZ (ongoing) 

What a rollercoaster of events. These ATEEZ fics (not even just this one) has a special place in my heart but I’m here to talk about this one in particular. It’s so incredibly cute and angsty at the same time. Anything you ask for in a fic, you get it practically. It’s everything. It gives me everything. It gives me life. Seventeen chapters in and I've already tried finding a wizard to turn me into a puddle on the floor because I can’t cope. It’s absolutely brilliant. Ahhhh- also one of the authors to open the new door for me in terms of social media aus. I never thought I’d be into them but I really am and a large part is due to author-nim so thank you for this medium of storytelling and doing such a good job every single time. No misses. 

15. @aspenwritesstuff - Prove Me Wrong | STRAY KIDS (ongoing) 

HOW COULD I NOT INCLUDE THIS. I can’t even remember how I came to read it but I remember reading it and being so hooked the very first chapter. I am also extremely affectionate of you, Aspen. This story and everything about it. I love it. It’s cute and fucking interesting and I’m just so hooked and excited I cannot wait to see how the rest of the story pans out. Like truly amazing. I’m going nuts over just thinking about it. Absolutely wonderful and just truly cute. I don’t know what else to say but it’s so cute. So fucking cute. Ahhhh. Just screaming and yelling and hollering at this point. LIKE YEAH THIS IS ME. THIS IS HOW EXCITED I CAN BE. Can’t wait, Aspen, honestly (take ur time tho <3) 

16. @gyukult​ - We Don’t Usually Hold Hands | SEVENTEEN (one-shot) 

So usually whenever I read Mingyu books I’m used to player Mingyu or sugar daddy esque-Mingyu who’s very cool. I’m not hating it. I still most likely would read it. But I never knew how much I needed a fic where I could actually see Mingyu in it and I think it’s perfect. I fell in love with this fic at first read and I think it’s actually changed the trajectory of my life forever. I’m not even being remotely funny. It really has. I don’t know - I loved the humour, I love just how casual the romance was. Like it felt so natural and just so Mingyu I don’t know what else to say without rambling. I feel like this fic is especially for those who don’t necessarily believe in romantic love, for those who do and in love with the idea of love and just everyone in between. So everyone basically. It’s a necessity. 

17. @kyufiber​ - How To Be A Heartbreaker | THE BOYZ (completed) 

God, I love this fic so much I don’t know what else to tell you. This is an Eric fic but it felt like more than just that. I’m a Sunwoo girl, have been from the very first video I saw of these guys but everyone just-. Let me tell you how PERFECT this fic is. It went exactly the way I wanted it but every update was a blessing and a gift. Like...is this music? No but I’m honestly always starstruck by this fic. I have no way of formulating proper sentences, it’s amazing. It’s so good. It’s so good. It’s honestly- GOD, especially if you’re an Eric person. This is for you. For all of you actually - read it! I’m begging with my whole chest, my whole soul, everything about me that is me - read it. 

18. @starrgaziinggg​ - Friends With Benefits | STRAY KIDS (ongoing) 

I can’t remember exactly remember the 6 W’s of how, where, when I found this fic. But all I remember is that it was a god send during my Minho phase (that is still in fact going, don’t get me wrong). Every new update is so fucking fun for me and definitely has me all up in there. I love this version of Minho. It’s one of my favourites. Absolutely. This fic has been a newfound love of mine and I’ve enjoyed falling in love with it every single chapter and I know that won’t ever change. I’m a bit speechless I don’t know what to say, currently I’m looking at it and I’m so excited to talk about it but all I am right now is a blubbering mess that can’t string two words together to make a single sentence. But I really appreciate this fic and I can’t wait for more updates! <3 

19. @wooyunhwa​ - Kingdom Of Welcome Addiction | ATEEZ (ongoing) 

Although it’s been a couple of years since the last update, I am still going to praise and praise this fic as if it’s my sole purpose in life. I love the way the characters are and how there’s a whole world away from everyone else - as if its just the three of them in this demon vs angel love affair. Don’t even get me started on the writing - it’s so beautiful, detailed and I love how humour is incorporated into it. Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. It surprised me so much in such little but significant ways that I think sets apart this fic from others like it. Truly. 

20. @yeow6n - boyfriend!haechan tiktok series | NCT (ongoing) 

Ahhh my current go-to Haechan fic writer. God, I’m in love. Have you ever felt a connection with someone you haven’t talked to or anything but because you share that one thing you’re in it for life? This is it my friends. This. Every fic I’ve read is a love of mine and I’m so excited to write about it. They’re usually short and sharp but incredibly sweet and it just- it makes loving Donghyuck easier. Honestly author-nim came in at the right time and totally swept me off my feet. In love with it. In love with him. Stan author-nim for good Haechan content. Honestly I feel like calling you bestie which is one hundred percent out of character for me so I won’t - but I just want to let you know that the temptation was there and it was a strong one! 

[arkhamsrevenge]

I saw you wanted some requests and I've been thinking about this one for awhile. Imagine Dick Greyson discovering you smoking again, after being a few years sober, due to a mission going wrong

I got a little carried away. I hope you enjoy!

Worried Sober

You dragged the cancer stick from your mouth and blow out smoke. It's been 10 years since you've been sober, hell 10 years since you wanted a cigarette. It's cold tonight, actually it seemed a lot colder tonight than usual.

"Thought you didn't smoke anymore." You didn't have to turn around to know who it was.

"I don't. One time thing." You replied. Soon arms came into view. Dick Grayson, the first Robin, your first teammate and your first friend stood beside you. His face stayed blank but his eyes told another story. He was concerned, you didn't know if it was for you or Jason. "It's just to keep my mind off things for a second." You croaked and took another drag.

"He's fine." You're eyes flickered to Dick who was doing his best to try and convince you of that. For the past 2 hours that's all everyone's been saying and it's driving you crazy. They're acting so optimistic it's sickening. You grit you're teeth trying to stop yourself from snapping back. "Here, give me the-" Dick started to reach for your cigarette only to have you pull farther away from him. His face softened. "He's fine. I pr-"

"You can't promise me that. Don't promise me that." You growled, you're voice cracking slightly. You felt tears starting to form. "You promised me he'd be fine 15 years ago." Dick let his arm fall to his side. "You lied to me for 5 of those years. Telling me he was off somewhere in another country focusing on his education. That Bruce sent him to a very prestigious school you can't pronounce and Bruce has been giving you weekly updates that Jason's ok. When the whole fucking time he was DEAD! DEAD DICK! GONE. Why the fuck did you keep me hoping he'd come back?" The tears were falling free now. You're voice had gone completely horse. Dick's eyes lowered.

"I didn't know how to tell you he was gone." The first Robin whispered. "I didn't tell you he was dead to protect you. How do I tell someone who I see everyday that her best friend is dead?" You paused, tears still running down your face.

"Y/N, Jason's dead. He died in an explosion that the Joker rigged. That's how Dick." You could see the cogs turning in his head; trying to think what to say next.

"I'm sorry. I should have told you, but Jason wouldnt want you coping by falling back into old bad habits." You scoffed.

"I don't need your apology. I needed you to tell me the truth. You all got to mourn, I didn't. You all went through the 5 stages of grief, I never did. When Jason came back I acted mad at him because I thought he left for 5 years! And then, then, everyone was upset with me when I didn't want anything to do with you because you lied. Oh forgive Dick, he was mourning the loss of this brother. He did what he thought was best for you. All he wanted to do was protect you. I don't need anyone protecting me. I can't handle myself. That being said, dont you dare try to guilt trip me by using Jason. I dont give a fuck what anyone wants, it my fucking body. If I want to have a cigarette then fuck off and let me." You were breathing heavy by the time you finished your rant. Dick just stared at you.

"Feel better?" He asked. You're temper was beyond seething. Flicking the cigarette over the balcony, he pushed past him and walked back into the manner. You heard Dick running after you. "I'm sorry, ok? I just wanted to cut the tension. I'm not good in tense situations you know that." You continued to ignore him as you made your way to your room Alfred insited you stay in. You sat on your bed and dug through your bag looking for you pack of cigarettes.

"I took them." You're breath caught in your throat. You knew that voice, that deep gruff voice that haunted you for years. You felt frozen but somehow managed to turn around to face the man holding your cigarettes hostage. There in the doorway was Jason Todd, holding your pack if cigarettes in his scared up hands. Dick Grayson, the man you just screamed at for twenty minutes was leaning on Jason's shoulder with his elbow. You bit your cheek and slowly stood up making your way over to the mountain of a man. You had to crane you're neck to see him once you were close enough. You hadn't been this close to him in a month at least. Your heart was pulsing in your ears. Jason's brow furrowed with worry for a second making you think he can hear how fast your hearts racing. You look him over for a second, seeing if there are any visible injuries. He had a few scratches definitely some brusies and he's standing so he couldn't be in that much pain. Looking back into his once blue now green eyes, you reached for the pack of cigarettes only to have Jason pull them away. You reached again and he pulled away. Jason did this to you about three more times, a smirk forming on his face. "I thought you were asthmatic." Jason's deep voice rumbled in his chest. You grit your teeth.

"I am. Now give." You say trying to get your cigarette box, your were angry before and now your annoyed. You should be happy to see Jason alive and healthy. For fuck sake, you're the one who saved him from another deadly encounter. Jason was staking out one of Crane's warehouses and went in guns a blazing. If you hadn't been there with a mash carrying the antidote needed to reverse the affects, Jason would have gotten beat to death again the way Crane's goons were hitting him. But right in this moment you're so mad and upset with Dick for lying to you that all you wanted to do was smoke. You weren't hurting anyone else, just yourself.

"Your lungs already have a hard time working, giving them smoke is only gonna make it worse." Jason said still keeping the box out of reach from you, who has resorted to jumping up to try and get the box. You swear he's just trying to embarrass or make you very aware of you size compared to him.

"Just. Give. Me. Them." You say jumping with each word. Suddenly, your chest tightened. You stopped jumping to try and catch your breath. You know this feeling, it's all to familiar for you. You were having an asthma attack. You needed to take your inhaler but your pride was refusing you to do so. "Fine. Take them." You try to hide that your out of breathe. "Leave." You knew they both weren't stupid, they were raised by the world's greatest detective. You wouldn't just conside like that without a reason. You try to take a deep breath but failed. You felt like you were breathing through a straw. Still you waited for Jason and Dick to leave, your vision was starting to go, the lack of oxygen was getting to you, making you head go fuzzy. The former Robins started you down as if waiting for you to break. "Leave." You repeated softly. Both men's eyes widened. Shit they knew. Your strained voice gave you away as did your knees when they buckled. Jason caught you fast and guided you to the ground while Dick pulled out your inhaler from his pocket. He held it up to your lips but still you kept them shut.

"Take the fucking inhaler!" Dick shouted panicked. Both men cursed themselves for not catching on sooner. Reluctantly, you opened you mouth and breathed in twice. Soon your chest unwound and you were breathing normally. All you energy had depleted. You had forgotten how shitty your asthma attacks made you feel. All three of you sat in silence for a bit. You became hyper aware that were basically laying on Jason. You felt yourself start to blush and started to pull yourself to you feet. Jason still guiding you until you were fully standing. Both men loomed at you as if they were waiting for you to break down or collapse again. Without a word you repacked your bag and zipped it up. You took a deep breath finally feeling it fully and started to head for the door. You slunk past Jason and Dick, making you way down the manner staircase wanting to leave.

"Where are you going?" Dick asked.

"Back to my apartment. Jason's back safe, I saw him, he looks fine, I'm going." You say not bothering to look back. You didn't want to look at their faces. Knowing Dick had your inhaler ready just incase confirmed he still cares. You were embarrassed by your put burst because of you worry for Jason and the fact that you had an asthma attack after the out burst try to get you cigarettes back after being 10 yeats sober was also making you embarrassed.

"Ms. L/N perhaps you can wait till tomorrow. I made turkey with mashed sweet potatoes and mixed vegetables." Your hand stays on the door handle, Alfred always makes you hesitant. "Mashed sweet potatoes with toasted marshmallows on top." You still stayed still. "And lemon cakes for dessert." Slowly you removed your hand from the door handle and turned back to Alfred who offered you a hand. "Just leave your bag by the door for now Ms. come have some dinner with everyone." You let the stap of your bag slide off your shoulder, you then placed it on the floor and took Alfred's hand. He beckond Dick and Jason who had remained on the stairwell trying to think of ways to keep you from leaving. Both men shared a glance and met you eyes again back cautiously making their way down the stairs. Alfred then lead everyone to the kitchen to enjoy an nice meal after quit a night. You sat down at the grand table, Jason and Dick took either side of you. Tim, Babs, Damien and Bruce had already beat you, Jason and Dick there. Everyone ate in a calming silence for a few minutes. You kept your eyes down but saw Jason and Dick sharing glances out of you peripheral vision. Finally you spoke.

"Throw them out for me, would ya?" You turned to Jason who nodded.

"What is Todd throwing out?" Damien asked.

"Just something rotten." Dick answered. You nodded in agreement and continued to eat. With the tension gone, everyone enjoyed their meal a little more relaxed.

[averyavary]

been awhile, hasn't it?

hey. Been a few months since anybody has heard from me, alternatively figured since I know I only recently decided to come back a bit under some very limited pretenses, I decided why not drop a little update on where I've been since May. To those who need a TL;DR: I'm okay, mentally stable now, and as well still getting things for myself squared away with life, just been more lonely doing it, but I'll manage. To those who also only care about FNF/EXE stuff: I don't plan on engaging with any of the communities for the foreseeable future. Even if I decide to do my own projects, I would only do them on my own terms, alongside with my friends. I might release some of my works I have now that went unreleased, but don't count on it. If you're wanting to contact me about these things solely and not to actually talk as a person/reconnect then do not bother trying to contact me. Sidenote: I don't plan on using Twitter, so don't bother trying to contact me there. I only will likely use this, Youtube, and Discord.

To keep things very short and to the point, I've been busy with my life overall. I've been doing mainly just, work to save up for a new car. My old car had broken down with its transmission in early/mid-June, and as such I had to deal without proper transportation for a bit. I have a car to use for now, but I am focused now on getting something for myself, as I'm using a family members car now.

I've still been attending therapy as per usual. Obviously I've had some road bumps (May, not having reliable transportation for a bit, other things I might go into another day) but I can say with my progress, I am keeping myself rather in check with my mental health, and since then I've felt a lot more confident in myself, alongside more confidence with my overall general sanity trying to keep myself together. My therapist overall has given me a lot more hope for myself as a person, and that's something I hold dearly as a person.

I've had a few people that stuck around with me to talk to since May as well. I appreciate the few wanting to speak to me still and give me some semblance of a chance to continue showing my growth as a person since even before then (i.e. September 2022, etc.) I am forever grateful for those who have seen my progress, and I will continue forward still trying to improve as a person. I am still sorry from before, I'm obviously not the same person I was a long ass time ago, but only time will tell if people will realize that. Either way, if you read through all of this, thanks; it means a lot honestly.

[drabbles-mc]

Welcome Home (pt. 2)

Steve Murphy x F!Reader

You can find Part 1 Here

Warnings: 18+, alcohol

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: I wrote the first part of this way back in August as part of a fic-a-day challenge and I have been thinking about it on-and-off ever since. I'm finally getting around to adding a little bit to it. You know me, I cannot guarantee regular updates but I just love me some fic for Steve so I couldn't not write some more for it. I have a lot of feelings about Miami Steve and now he has a Miami Raeder to go with him. This chapter and the first are a little more Steve-centered but as the story goes on there will be more of his whole dynamic with Reader as well. Anyway! Hope you enjoy!

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The two of you ended up standing and chatting, muddling your way through a few minutes of small talk that maybe should’ve felt more awkward than it was. It wasn’t lost on you that you were dressed for your daily run while he was dressed like someone who had a meeting to get to. He didn’t come off as stuffy, despite the polo and the khakis. He seemed nice enough, if not a little exhausted. The drawl in his voice didn’t go unnoticed by you as the two of you chatted. It was different—he might’ve been coming back to Miami but he definitely didn’t start here. You liked it, though. Honestly, he was even kind of cute in a lanky, dorky sort of way.

He still hadn’t said where he was coming home from, and you still hadn’t asked, but something told you that wherever he was coming from, it was a tiring flight if not a tiring stay altogether. You were sure that he had places to be, and you wanted to make it back home before traffic got bad and finishing your run became more of a health hazard than a health benefit.

“Sorry.” You shook your head. “I won’t keep you.” You wrangled your laugh just enough to say, “Just didn’t want the birds taking off with your socks.”

He smiled, shaking his head as he spoke, “Don’t gotta apologize, I appreciate it.”

The words see you around were on the tip of your tongue, but you actually had no idea if that was true. The beach was within jogging distance from your house, that was how you ended up there in the first place as you took your daily run. But for all you knew Steve lived on the opposite end of the city.

You knew that asking where he lived would be strange, so instead you opted to just be honest. “I’d say ‘see you ‘round’ but I don’t actually know if that’s true.” You shrugged, smiling as you said, “But either way, welcome home.”

He chuckled, “Thanks.” He looked back over your shoulder, the words tumbling out and continuing the conversation before he even thought about it, “Used to come here all the time back when the little shack was open.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Oh, so you’ve been gone awhile.”

His face scrunched for a moment. “What do you mean?”

You’d made the statement with such confidence, which threw him a little bit. He hadn’t told you how long he’d been gone. Maybe it would’ve gotten under his skin a little more if you hadn’t had a bit of a smile on your face as you said it. He had to remind himself that he didn’t have to be on the defensive all the time. Things were okay. Really, things could be a hell of a lot worse than standing on the beach with a pretty girl who had taken time out of her day to try and help him out a little bit.

He was reined back into the conversation as you explained yourself. “She retired a little over a year ago.” You sighed sadly, just as bummed as he was about the loss of the establishment. “No one has stepped up to buy the property, though. So it’s just been sitting there.” You shrugged. “Almost like it better that way, honestly. Nothing that moves in is gonna be as good.”

He chuckled. “That’s true.”

“Alright, local boy,” you laughed more to yourself than to him, “I’m gonna try and finish my run. Maybe I will see you ‘round.”

He smiled at you. “See you.”

Steve waited and watched for a moment as you took off at a quick clip to wherever you were off to next. It wasn’t until he turned back to his luggage that he realized that he never got your name. He was so thrown by you taking the time to stop and talk that he completely forgot to ask, and now it was too late. He shook his head at himself, partially for forgetting, but also partially because it wasn’t as though it was likely that he was going to be seeing you again anytime soon. There were plenty of people in Miami, the probability of the two of you just so happening to run into each other again was slim to none.

He sat down on the bench next to his suitcases, hoping he would be enough of a deterrent for the birds. He watched as the waves lapped at the shore and realized that the tide was going out. He used to know the timing of it almost perfectly, not that it ever really mattered for him. It was just part of his old routine. He wondered if it would become part of his new one, too.

He lost track of how long he had been sitting there, but the sidewalk and streets started to get busier, telling him that maybe it was time to think about finally heading back. He could only put it all off for so long. With a deep sigh, he grabbed his bags and went to wait and flag down the next taxi that he saw.

This drive was shorter than the one from the airport to the beach. For the actual distance of it, it shouldn’t have taken quite as long, but traffic didn’t move quickly no matter where he was, Bogotá or Miami. At least some things were consistent.

The sky was just starting to turn color as Steve pulled his suitcases out of the back seat of the cab. He thanked the man before shutting the door and turning back to the house that he hadn’t set foot in for a long time. He knew that everything was going to be just as he left it, hopefully, just with dust collected on top of it. He still couldn’t help wondering if it was actually going to feel like home, or if it was just going to seem like another place he would stay for a few years before getting rotated out again. Leaving Miami had been difficult, saying see you later to a life that he had known so well— but coming back felt harder. Or maybe it wasn’t coming back to Miami, necessarily, maybe it was the fact that he was really, finally, done in Colombia.

He toyed with the keys in his hand, letting them jingle against each other as he procrastinated on opening the door. With a shake of his head, he slipped the key into the lock and turned it, not letting himself pause against as he pushed the door open and walked inside.

The air felt stale, stifling. He walked deeper into the house, leaving his suitcases in the open doorway as he made his way deeper into the house. He opened all the windows as he went, hoping to get air flowing through the small house as quickly as possible. He noticed that he had been right—everything was just a dustier version of what it had been when he left. All the picture frames were still perfectly in place, books neat and orderly on the shelves in the living room and his bedroom.

Sliding open the door that led into his small, fenced-in back yard, he couldn’t help but to smile at the fact that his neighbor must’ve been taking the time to mow it periodically while he was gone. It was just as much an act of kindness as it was self-serving so they didn’t have an eyesore to look at every time they went into their own back yard. He would have to make a point to thank them.

It also made him think that maybe he should’ve hired someone to stop in every couple of months to dust the place down, or even just have someone stop in once a few days prior to him getting home. But he didn’t really know when that was going to end up being until it happened. That was the reason that a lot of his belongings from his Colombia apartment were still in some phase of the shipping process. He wondered when they’d make it home.

He slowly made his way back towards his front door. It was so different, feeling like he didn’t need to immediately shut and lock all of the doors the second he got home. He wasn’t the type to periodically leave his doors unlocked even when he lived in Miami before, but in Colombia, flipping the locks was habitual and necessary if you wanted to ensure the safety of yourself and your things. He looked out at the small patch of grass that passed for his front yard before looking up and down the road at all the neighboring houses. It crossed his mind that he didn’t really remember exactly what all of them had looked like before, if any of them had gotten paint-jobs in the time that he’d been gone. He had to assume that some of the houses had been bought and sold in the time he was away. He wondered who his new neighbors were. The irony of it struck him and made him smile when he realized that technically he would be the new neighbor—that’s what he gets for leaving and coming back.

Finally shutting the front door, he did lock it. He unlaced and left his shoes by the front door before dragging his luggage to his bedroom. Standing just inside the doorway, he couldn’t help but to sigh at the sad state of it all. He’d stripped the mattress and pillows of their covers before he left, and almost his entire closet was empty because he’d packed it up and taken it with him. The emptiness was a bit depressing even though he knew that as he got the rest of his things over the next few weeks it wouldn’t be empty much longer.

The first thing he did was dig a set of sheets and a comforter out of the closet. Even though the sheets were just plain white, and the blanket was navy blue with white stripes, it still made the room feel a little more inviting.

Steve hefted his suitcase onto the bed, unzipping it and flipping the top open. He knew that he should unpack all of it, but he didn’t. He had plenty of time to get around to that. For now, he just grabbed his toiletries and made his way towards the bathroom, pulling a towel from the linen closet on the way. Even though it didn’t quite feel like he’d come home yet, there was some comfort in still knowing where everything was without having to think about it.

He stayed under the showerhead until the water ran cold. It took a lot longer than it did in Colombia, and he was glad for that. When he finally shut the water off and peeled the curtain back, he was almost suffocated by the thick layer of steam that had taken over the bathroom. Even with the small window open, it still wasn’t enough to mediate it. He chuckled quietly to himself as he grabbed the towel, quickly drying himself off before wrapping it around his waist and heading back to his room to change into a set of clothes that didn’t smell like the airplane he’d spent far too many hours on.

Walking back to the kitchen, he saw that it was almost completely dark out. He wondered if he should just call it an early night and go to bed, because he was exhausted. Just as he was about to start shutting off all the lights, his stomach growled. That’s when it hit him that he hadn’t ended up getting anything to eat since his disappointing discovery earlier about his old go-to spot.

Opening one of the small drawers next to the fridge, he pulled out a stack of takeout menus. He leafed through, looking for a place that was hopefully still in business and would deliver so he wouldn’t have to leave the house. He would worry about grocery shopping tomorrow. Dialing the number of the pizza place, he opened the fridge as he rattled off his simple order to the kid on the other end of the line, and he tried not to laugh at the fact that after so many years, there were still two beer bottles sitting at the back of the fridge. He knew that they weren’t good anymore. He knew that, but it still crossed his mind for a split second to drink them before he shut the fridge and grabbed a glass out of the cabinet instead.

He was almost asleep on the couch when the doorbell rang. Sitting up, he shook his head, trying to wake himself up a little bit. Pulling the money out of his pocket, he reached for the door with his other hand. It was a quick exchange with the kid who was holding the pizza box in his hand, a kid who, to Steve, barely looked like he was old enough to be driving the car he was delivering pizzas with. He was polite, though, thanking Steve for the tip and wishing him a good night before taking back off towards the car again. Steve lingered in the doorway for a moment before shutting and locking it again.

When he woke up the next morning, he was still on the couch. He huffed out a tired laugh as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Put the effort in to make the bed and he still slept on the sofa. That felt just like life in Colombia. He cleaned up the little bit of a mess left from the night before, then proceeding to get dressed and ready for the day. He figured that he’d grab coffee on his way to the store since he had none at the house.

By some miracle, his car started up. It sputtered and took a moment, and Steve really did think that it was going to be another thing that he had to add to the list of stuff to deal with while he tried to get his feet back under him, but it pulled through.

His first full day back was so ordinary that it almost felt wrong. The part of his day that took the longest was waiting in line at the coffee shop. He just pulled into the lot of the first one that he saw, not caring about the wait. It wasn’t as though he was on a time-crunch of any kind. He meandered through the store, list in his hand but he wasn’t really paying attention to it. The shopping cart was filled with a lot of things that weren’t written down beforehand. He quickly realized that shopping with an empty house was very similar to shopping on an empty stomach. At least now he had a fresh case of beer to put in the fridge.

He spent the rest of his afternoon after getting back to the house unpacking and trying to clean up a bit. Luckily he had never really been one to hoard things, to accumulate clutter. Decorating in general had never been a priority which left the places he left looking a bit bare but at least there weren’t a lot of extra things to dust off or wash.

He was unpacking the last bag that had stayed with him on the plane. His duffle bag had turned into a bit of a catch-all for the little items that he didn’t want to ship separately but couldn’t be easily packed into his real luggage. Reaching down into the bag, he pulled out the smaller bag that housed his camera. A weary smile crossed his face as he brought it out to the living room, setting it in one of the open spaces on the bookshelf there. He wondered when his box from Colombia with all the photos was going to arrive. He took pictures of more than just the atrocities of it all—he captured the beautiful parts of Colombia as he went along as well. He was hoping to frame some of those and maybe actually have some semblance of décor scattered around his house now.

It was well into the afternoon when he hit a bit of a lull of things to do. Because of how intensive, and eventually successful, his stint in Colombia had been, the DEA gave him a bit of paid leave time before he had to get back to working full-time again. When he first heard that, it sounded like one of the best things that he’d ever heard. Years of nonstop exhaustion and stress and fear had left him drained, so a few weeks to just loaf around before submerging himself into it all again sounded perfect. He hadn’t accounted for the fact that he no longer really knew how to operate outside of his work. A lot of his buddies that had been in Miami when he left, had transferred or moved. Javi was the closest thing that he had to a friend stateside these days, and he had been pulled back to Colombia. Even if he hadn’t, it wasn’t as though Laredo was a short road trip away from Miami. If he didn’t start finding new, better ways to fill his time, he was going to end up cutting his leave short.

[shiny-miltank]

A leche hobbies update:

Update on knitting adventures: almost done with a scarf I started 🤔 dropped stitches everywhere but it really helps with my adhd to have something in my hands to play with while feeling like I’m working towards something! Don’t think I’ll show it off though LMAO, it’s ugly as a scarf but I like it as a “baby’s first scarf” to look back on when I get better. And it’s warm :)!

Other thing: picked up a sewing machine from the good will and still in really great shape and working! Its old and has character and I love it HAH. I’m learning from my abuelita on her own machine. It’d be great to combine this and knitting to make essentials and to repair clothes that really need it.

Drawing/not really a hobby it’s my “Jobby”: sorry for being a lil slow on updates! I got a little bit of burnout and I really want to finish summers commissions so I can clear my schedule more. I’m just about done so I’m no longer chipping on three projects at a time between my full time job oof-but do know they are being worked on. I’ve got adoptables on the way and sketching the next ask-n update! I’ve also been keeping an eye on other places to post like insta and bluesky but I feel like I need to like…observe? Some more? Before committing and learning whole new platforms and posting schedules bleh.

I got other projects in the pipeline, one including a pmd thing, more Paldea headcanons and what not and some certain purple psychic cat things returning. But all in due time! Can’t overwhelm myself : 0

And a little bit of a rant or ramble about perhaps dropping a longtime hobby I’ve had and feeling sad about it beneath the cut ;( but if you’ve read this far thanks! Love ya’ll for supporting me!

I think a handful of you? Know I roleplay on this platform and have for a good seven? Eight? Years. It’s fun, a lot of my ideas and headcanons and art I’m known for were actually jump started by some random thread or idea from between my rp partners and what not. The Mewtwo blog, ask-n, scarlet turo and etc etc were old muses or ideas that turned into their own thing. It’s always been so easy to write and collaborate your ideas with the rp community you’re in and it becomes it’s whole big thing!

But I know it hasn’t always been the healthiest hobby for me after awhile but esp when I want to focus on content creation as a job that I’m really into. I no longer have the time to maintain plots and characters despite being so determined to stick to it. It’s becoming more of a distraction of just scrolling down the rp dashboard out of FOMO more then anything and heck I can’t even see most of it as a lot of events and verses and etc I blacklist to attempt to curb anxiety and distractions which haven’t been working lately 🤔 I still get lots of anxiety.

That and the community’s changed really. I know every old rper has typed their piece on “back in the good old days-“, leaves their blog and doesn’t give any useful advice or attempt to change the narrative lol. I don’t want to do that.

And it’s not the communities fault either. It’s natural for spaces to change to help new ideas and new people come in. It just means maybe it’s no longer meant for me and that’s okay. If anything it’s more how my friends I’ve been with for all my time there have left or are leaving. There’s a disconnect I can’t seem to get over no matter what new muse or idea I promote esp when I’m no longer comfortable in the space I enjoyed for so long. I never had to block so many things before and again not the communities fault and none of the things I’m blocking are unsavory, it’s more like my tastes and likes and dislikes and what I have spoons for have just become different over so long. It’s totally a me thing.

It’s in my mind that maybe it’s okay to let it go since I’m getting so hyped for my newer hobbies and the ideas I have for my art/comics. I don’t have the time anymore to dedicate so much energy on it like I use to esp when even over all my work Im still figuring out my adhd after getting diagnosed officially, new meds, the other mental diagnosis that makes the mental soup in my head alongside other life stuff.

I owe rp in general for helping me get that creative spark and through a lot of tough, long dark times. It’s provided me with the escapism and outlet since like, forever. I started rping in ye old Neopet neomail days and haven’t stopped since besides the occasional period that didn’t last long. Who knows maybe this is just a rut and I’ll feel better tomorrow or next week or something. Could be the change of seasons where my seasonal depression kicks in but I’m not quitting yet but it’s somewhere in the funky mind palace as I navigate this weird patch.

Thanks if you’ve read my ramblings this far! I wish there was a way to reward peeps who read through my long jargon? It just feels good to know I can scream into the void and sometimes I’ll have one or two people nod at me in understanding. Idk, I’ll think of something—

[lookismaddict]

Masterpiece thats all I gonna say it a masterpiece of confession and bath scene. Lol

Also I just remember when I read in the bath scene that y/n thought is she is approaching Gun like those shady back ally service, I just thought on the soapgirls [soaplands/sopu-jyo] (you can search it and I read a manga about it)

Damn all I think on how I want to bath together with Gun and how I want lean his muscle in the bathtub. I just wanna feel those muscles.

Spice basically turn into sweet dessert that I enjoy since it been awhile that you update. (Sorry can't make the chap 2 lol. My laptop have buzzing sound when it start so I need to check it up if there is any problem with it and also college)

Gun mentioning about the morning after care pill and having his baby made my chuckled then y/n saying that he doesn't need to as she been drinking birth control pills.

Somehow I get the feeling that he is alittle disappointed that y/n won't have his babies early but still excited that he can just goes his ways to y/n without worrying LOL.

Lemme guess next chap will have spice again noh? Also I kinda curious in the past ask I made that you basically confirm that Gun may have the Box of toys gifted by Goo. I wonder if it will appear as one of the kink in a chapters.

AGHHHH TY SAM FOR ALWAYS WRITING A CHAPTER REVIEW FOR RENDEZVOUS!! I'm always so eager to see what you thought of whenever you read a chapter. 😊❤️

Oh my god, YES. THAT'S WHAT I WAS THINKING OF WHEN I WROTE THAT PART ABOUT THOSE ENTERTAINMENT WORKERS IN KABUKICHO (a.k.a. for anyone who doesn't know, Tokyo's well-known Red Light Entertainment District located in Shinjuku). AH, "SOAP-GIRLS" 😭 I FORGOT WHAT THE ACTUAL TERM WAS FOR THESE WORKERS, BUT THANK YOU FOR REMINDING ME!

Fun Fact: How I heard about Soap-Land was from an old video I watched on 88rising's channel back in 2018, when Joji was starting to promote more of his music and he mentioned to Lil Yachty that he should visit more of the "weirder" parts of Tokyo, which was LITERALLY Soap-Land. 💀 Here's the part below at 1:20 where Joji mentions Soap-Land and explains what it is. ⬇️ (NSFW IMAGERY)

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA 💀💀💀 Ah yes, we all want to get a feel of Gun's muscles, don't we? Especially, in the bath tub. 😩💦

Ah gee, it really has been a while huh? 😭 To be frank, I quite enjoyed writing the transitions from rough and hardcore, to soft and affectionate smut scenes. 😆 I believe that, if the chapters always display aggressive scenes, then it'll be too repetitive and the story will eventually get boring imo. (Because I also want to follow the plot of what I had in mind for this story, and not just produce smut for no reason.) Honestly, my main focus is on the story and not just the smut but I'm glad that you guys enjoy them. 😳💗 (Is ok Sam, I understand. As much as I want to read Ch. 2 of your Gun x Y/N Nun story, I'll always remain patient and wait for it if you suddenly decide to or if you're able to continue writing it. I STILL HAVE HOPE!! 😩😩👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽 Also, I know college can be a pain too so that's understandable.)

BAHAHAAHSHDFSDFSLDKFSL MAN, THAT PART HAD ME CACKLING LATE AT NIGHT WHEN I DECIDED TO WRITE THAT LINE. 💀💀💀💀💀💀 God, I still have tears to this day just from laughing at that. 😖 My sense of humor? Peak. 👌🏽 Kidding. I'm the biggest idiot ever.

In all honesty, if he looks back at that memory, he would be a bit upset that (Y/N) turned him down on wanting to conceive his child. 😭 Gun's immediate thought would be, "How dare she not want to have my child. Does that woman not know how INVINCIBLE our child could have been? Our son/daughter could have had everything! Good looks, undefeatable strength, and THE Copy Ability!! Tch, forget searching for my own successor. My child WILL be the successor." And then (Y/N) would eventually stop him like, "Ohhh no you don't! I won't let you turn our kid into one of your little Power Rangers!" 💀 But man, he'd definitely get his way with her. What's scary is the possible thought of forcing her to have his child. Like for instance, he might approach her one day and say, "You're going to have my child no matter what." Poor (Y/N) is just going to look at him confused like, "Um... what?" 🤨 and then BABY BOOM! 😩😩😩 (I'm guessing this is where his breeding kink comes in.)

Teehee... maybe, maybe not. 😏 Ohhhhhhh boyyyyyyy. Now, THAT will be fun to write about! I'll be doing a lot of brainstorming these next few days. I'm excited to write the next chapter!! 👀

ONCE AGAIN, THANK YOU SAM FOR THE AMAZING CHAPTER REVIEW!! *MWAH* 💋 I HOPE YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY!!! 🥰🥰🥰

[daisybell17]

Fourth if July — Loki [song fic] {PART 4}

(warning: death ‼️)

Now, where am I?

What Loki did not expect from that day was the dawning realisation of his…true nature. After leaving your grave, he quickly made his way back to Asgard for Thor’s coronation as King of Asgard. It was quite a marvellous day for his brother, and even if some pangs of jealousy lingered in Loki’s heart in his desire to be king, he managed to keep a straight face. In fact he was happier than he expected to be.

The coronation was beautiful. The throne room of Asgard was decorated in all different kinds of designs. It truly was a big day for Thor…which was then immediately ruined due to an unforeseen attack to the palace.

Thor had pinpointed who was responsible for the attack and Loki being the supportive brother he is decided to help Thor with his stupid idea of taking down the Joutun’s. Loki thought it was ridiculous but Thor always gets his way with him.

What he didn’t expect from this journey was for his skin to not freeze up, but instead showcase his true nature…”What in the gods..?” Loki stared at the splotch of blue skin that covered his arm from the touch of a Frost Giant guard. This makes no sense, this isn’t right.

They all returned to Asgard, escaping with minor injuries. Thor was immediately sent to Odin while Loki locked himself away in his chambers, left with his wandering mind and life altering realisations…who was he? Truly and honestly…who is he?

My fading supply

With no one to turn to, Loki had found himself back at your grave “My love…I’m sorry I haven’t visited in awhile…things have…been weird to say the least” He huffed out as his head fell in exhausted defeat.

He walked closer to your gravestone and sat down across. Loki was clearly frustrated, lost, alone…His willingness to keep going, to find purpose again, to find life was all put to a halt once you passed…

This whole Frost Giant revelation has only added onto the stress coursing through his soul. Why was he lied to? Why had no one told him a thing? Did you know? Is that even possible?

“My Love I…I can confidently tell you that life has started shining again…even if you aren’t with me…but I just found something out a couple weeks back and I don’t know to whom to speak about this matter…except you…”

His eyes started welling up with tears, not of sadness, but of anger, of confusion, of betrayal. “I really wish you were here right now…I really wish I could hear your voice again my love because in all honesty, I have no idea where to even begin with this issue and it’s making me hate myself even more…I am the monster my own father warned me about and it hurts…it hurts…”

He fiddled with his fingers and twirled his hair while lost in thought. He thought about you, his life, his place in the universe. Everything.

Loki stayed by your grave the whole day, crying and pleading for you to be with him, just this once? maybe? please? please?

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(a/n): hello! yup its been awhile since i updated on this series but life has been busy (+ exam szn) and i wanted to put other fics out there but enjoy part 4!

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(a/n): UPDATE — officially i’ve decided to end the series here. I think the story is slowly reeling into Loki’s story already portrayed in the MCU, but if you want some sort of closure to this. No. Loki does not actually reunite with you, your stories end here. The same way he can’t be with Mobius at the end of Loki season 2, he cannot be with you.

Thanks for all the support on the series!

TAGS: @ladychota @scoliobean

[saijspellhart]

Puzzlebois merm AU ideas (Adopted)

Update: AU has been adopted.

I’ve had some merm AU ideas for awhile, but no time or motivation to actually write it, so I’m just dumping it here on tumblr for adoption. Bonus merm Yugi design is up for adoption with the fic ideas as well.

Yugi is a researcher. (A merm scientist for his colony. A breakaway from the trope that humans catch a research merms. Now a merm is here to study humans.) Yugi swims inland into a freshwater lake to study humans over summer break.

He enjoys it so much he decides to stick around in the off season too to take notes on humans during the fall and winter.

Atem’s family owns a lake home and he’s staying there in the off months to get his life together. (Maybe he flunked out of university, or got into a lot of fights, or was giving his father a rough time. So he’s staying at their lake house while he figures out what he wants to do.)

Atem makes a habit of going out to the dock everyday to sit and stare at the lake, throw rocks in, fish, whatever.

Yugi notices him and decides to study him. Starts taking notes on this human.

Yugi decides to run some experiments, and document the human’s reactions. The experiment involves leaving random items he finds on the dock.

Everyday when Atem goes out on the dock he finds something new. A bottle cap, an old waterlogged expensive watch, a perfect conch shell (how the hell did it wind up in a freshwater lake), a handful of yen coins, a bikini top, a gemstone, a dented tin can of spinach, etc etc.

Yugi documents whatever Atem does with the random stuff.

Atem begins to realize someone is leaving him “gifts.” Everyday he pockets the gifts.

Yugi tries leaving something yucky, like a wad of seaweed.

Atem pockets that too.

Atem begins leaving random gifts on the dock too for this strange “person.”

Yugi starts hoarding all the strange things Atem leaves for him, and documenting all of them. Studying the objects and sketching pictures of the ones he’s unfamiliar with.

Atem gives “the stranger” things like a belt, a pair of fingerless gloves, a choker, a slice of pizza, hats, crackers, a duel monster card, etc.

Atem begins to suspect that this person leaving gifts is actually in the lake. Like a lake monster.

He leaves a gift early one morning and then lays flat against the dock so he cannot be seen from the water. He waits for the creature to reach up and try and take his gift. Snatches the creature’s wrist and hauls him up out of the water.

Yugi and Atem stare at each other in shock. Yugi still caught by his wrist.

Yugi’s people have an old wives tale that a human’s weak spot is their nose. That it’s a sensitive spot for them. So if they ever catch you, just punch the human in the nose. (Like the advice humans give on how to drive off sharks.) Yugi punches Atem in the nose. And Atem let’s him go.

Yugi flees.

Atem stands there holding his nose and trying not to cry.

The next day Atem shows up on the dock with bandages over his nose. He’s got a peanut butter sandwich as a gift and a peace offering. He calls out to the strange merm creature, trying to tell it he’s sorry.

Yugi watches from nearby, curious.

Anyway, those are all the ideas I thought up for this AU. (Obviously considered putting smut in it eventually, because I’m weak for monsterxhuman stuff.) but as I’m never gonna write it, I figured I’d just throw this AU out for adoption. If anyone wants this AU, wants to adopt it, just ask. Yugi merm design comes with it, since I have no plans for it either.

[cakes-are-great]

General Update!!

I’ve been really busy this past week, so I thought I’d make a big post detailing everything!

Firstly, my new fic! I’ve been working on that one for awhile and I think it’s one of the better ones I’ve written. It hasn’t done as well as some of my others - which does disappoint me a bit, but I know that a lot has happened and sometimes people need to take a step back.

In regards to Irony! I’ve finally finished writing down the rules/lore/character descriptions and motives, and I’ve finally finished the new rough outline for chapters 1 - 8 *sobs*. I’ve realized SO MANY plot holes while going through and I’ve spent a lot of time coming up with new interactions for the characters. We’re in the easy part now, since I was originally just making shit up as I went so now it’s all original stuff.

I haven’t started actually editing any chapters yet, I’m going to start once the whole rough outline is done.

Also - just a general life update - my three year journey to find a job has finally ended! I’m not sure how this is going to impact the frequency of my writing/posting, but I’ll try my best, and I want to start out slow so I don’t burn out.

Anyways! Here’s an updated floor plan for Irony!Tommy’s apartment. I had an old one, but I probably deleted it in my never ending war with my iPads storage. Also, here’s a character ref sheet for him as well (sorry the side profile looks fucked. I genuinely cannot draw them)

TL:DR : Progressing on rough plot outlines, got a job, and new artwork/references for Irony!

[0-scorch-the-earth-0]

Ooo you’re rewriting Recalibrate?

Kinda!

Essentially, yes, but it’s not the same recalibrate from before. I’m currently working on making a slightly new title, like “Recalibrated” or “Recalibrate Me”. I want to make the fanfic I originally intended to set out to make. A story of love, grief, and the power of growing with someone by your side.

I have a good description of what exactly I’m doing with recalibrate in a recent update of the fanfic. I’ll just copy paste what’s there and put it here for y’all to see 💕💕

Also, I was rewriting Recalibrate chapter by chapter there for a little while before I got too overwhelmed. It’s rewritten up to chapter 6, with better writing and some added scenes, so I highly suggest checking that out!!!

Also also, I wrote a preface to my notes release (which will make sense after reading what is below). It felt like a very important message, so I’ll copy that too.

The update I posted in Recalibrate:

Hey there, all!

It’s been… QUITE awhile since an update. I hope this email finds you all well <3

I’m unsure how many times I’m going to make this apology. It certainly has been too many times to count. But I’ll give it anyway; I’m sorry for disappearing on this story yet again. It’s both unfair to my unwavering readers and to my characters themselves.

I could make the excuse that life has been crazy. Which in all fairness, it has. I got engaged to the person I wrote about in an update so long ago (we’ve been together for over 5 years now!), we bought our first house, I got a stable job at a library, I’ve become way more invested in my cosplaying, I’ve made tons of friends, and I’m just generally more happy now than I ever was before! Which I guess brings me to my next talking point?

I wrote Recalibrate during a time in my life where there was a lot going wrong. I don’t think I’ve ever talked about what I was going through, but it’s safe to say a lot of it came out in my writing. I was mentally unhappy, my parents controlled every aspect of my life (I was writing and posting Recalibrate in secret, as there was a strict “no technology” rule for me in my household growing up), and the only relationship I was allowed to have (straight!) at the time quickly became toxic and made me feel unworthy to be living. I’m sure some of that bled through into the plot of Recalibrate. That coupled with my immaturity meant there were a lot of things both added and missed in the story that didn’t aid it.

For example, the seamless set-up of Zane coming to terms with his artificialness as being something to respect and accept about himself would have led to some powerful character development, but instead I chose to have an ending where he gets magic-ed into being human. Doesn’t make sense to what Zane’s character needed to learn about himself as I know it to be now. And it was also a clear attempt to give myself an example of someone who successfully does not deal with their internal issues and just waits for enough self-sacrifice to happen before they are free of what ailed them without doing any introspection on their self-loathing :D And then for some reason, I also felt the necessity to add a big bad (Morro) into the story, and I distinctly remember thinking “well all good stories have a big bad, so I have to”, not comprehending that sometimes, a story can just be about two characters having issues and growing together. These are just tiny details of what I’m talking about. That’s not even bringing about that my romance writing was, looking back on it, stunted and skittish. Unrealistic. But I can’t blame my younger self. I never knew what an actual relationship, with real attraction and love and trust, looked like until I started living on my own and met my now-fiancé. Back then, I was just trying to do what everyone else was, not realizing until later that I’m not broken and that I literally was just a gay kid trying to pretend at being straight.

This is all to say that, this morning I woke up with a sore throat and sniffles, 5 days before my 25th birthday, saw some anonymous person had left kudos on Recalibrate, and decided to figure out what had really gone wrong in my motivation and love for this story (after chugging DayQuil of course).

You might not like what I have in mind for this story.

A lot of you loved Morro, and I’ll admit I loved my characterization of him and Archer and Bansha. I liked the lore I created for them and the dynamic the trio quickly settled itself into. But everytime I went to continue the rewrite for Recalibrate, this huge plot that I had devised as a 14 year old child would stare me down and make the task feel virtually impossible. I mean, I didn’t even get half way through my planned story, and that was before I started rewriting and adding even more things.

My plans were ambitious. And they were made without knowing myself, my limits, my desires; they were made without relying on my strengths as a writer. I was trying to do what everyone else did, and I wasn’t aware yet that my best writing has always come from character focused introspection and slowly budding romance, not from action or complicated puzzle-like plots.

So, I’m thinking about getting rid of the Morro stuff. I wrote such an idea in a rewrite note back in 2021. In fact, that was the last thing I wrote, before I likely became too heartbroken or too worried about disappointing you all that I didn’t reopen my notes document until today. But in order to deliver a story that I have promised for over a decade, I think I know what needs to be done.

I have notes, so many notes, on what the story would’ve been. Sometimes, when I’d lost hope that I could ever finish the story, I’d think about posting all those notes here for all of you as a declaration of me ending my long hiatus with one last “sorry”.

But I owe younger me more than that. I owe you all more than that. I owe the fandom that raised me more than that. And I’ll be honest when I say I don’t think younger me would’ve been all too upset about me scrapping the large plot I gave myself. After all, this fic was only originally supposed to be an explanation as to what happened to Dr. Julien, written before I even shipped Glacier.

If you mourn the old Recalibrate and the plot an on-the-whole different person made, I’m deeply sorry. If seeing the notes of all that would’ve occurred in the old plot would ease your grief, please let me know. As it is currently, I’m contemplating making another A03 fic as an archive with the chapters I will be deleting, as well as with the notes that would’ve carried me to the end, had I been built for writing extensive plots. Let me know if that interests you.

From here on out, I want to write the story I intended. I want to write the story that my heart wants to write, instead of the story my brain thinks people want. These characters have been banging on my ribcage for ages, begging to be let out and finally be written to an end. I will try my best to listen to them. I hope you all will still want to journey with me.

Thank you all <3

-Matty

The Preface I posted in Ao3 along with my first revealed notes:

In creating a closure to my original Recalibrate story, I’ve decided my first entry to be on the most vital page of my notes, of which I referenced more than any other page. The “End Goals” page, I called it. This page was written on 1/20/16, which was 17 days after I posted the first chapter on FanFiction.net (A fun factoid, which I am unsure how many of you know: I was posting Recalibrate almost a whole year before moving it over to Archive of Our Own. I didn’t know about Ao3 at the time, mainly because I wasn’t even allowed to be on the internet, and barely had enough time to sneak a post on ffn, let alone research other sites I could share my story to).

The end goals served as a road map for me, the writer. And for you, the reader, I assume they serve as somewhat of a table of contents for the updates ahead. A taste of where the story was going, and where it was to end up. For some of you, this very broad summary that follows below may be all you need to sate your curiosity. It gives no exact details. No play by play. Some of you may appreciate that more. If so, I’m glad to satiate you. But for those of you who wanted to know the specific details, the “who dies”, the “how”, I will be making further updates that include chapter specific notes, overarching plot notes, and even a map I drew (if I can figure out how to attach images to Ao3 chapters, that is).

For those of you who wish to keep the story forever a mystery, I appreciate that just as equally. But I suggest you should stop reading soon, then, because for all intents and purposes, we are now entering spoiler territory. If you can even call it that.

However you wish to consume the following content, I want to thank all of you. The comments, the kudos, the support, the dms on Insta and Tumblr; it has been everything to me. I never forget each person who has reached out to me saying I got them through hard times, sometimes that I saved their life. That my writing is their nostalgia, their safe space. I can never express how deeply impacted I am that my writing had such a profound meaning to many of my readers. And, of course, beyond. I remember, way back in the day, the author of then-not-written Chips and Salsa reaching out to me and saying they were inspired by Recalibrate in some way, shape, or form to begin writing a Glacier Fanfic. Which then became the most prolific fanfic of glaciershipping in probably the history of glaciershipping.

My impact has been greater than any scope I could have possibly imagined. I will never, ever take that for granted. I’m so grateful for the role I have been able to play in your lives. I hope, of course, that you may join me on my next journey. But if not, if this is where we part, I just wanted to remind you how special you are. How much you matter. And how grateful I am for your presence in this world, and the small slice of your life that you offered to me in spending your time to read my story, and to read this.

Remember: Ninja. Never. Quit. <3

[thegeminisage]

TNG UPDATE TIME. it's been ages. monday we did "a matter of time" (boo) and wednesday we did "new ground" (holy shit).

a matter of time: did you guys know the little guy here played pestilence on spn? his vibes were horrific. he was awful. i don't say that about the actor himself, who was obviously very good if he could get us to lean back from our screens like that, but i did NOT like that. not one bit. now every time i see him in spn gifs i get scared

anyway it's been awhile since we had such a huge dud and i did not miss it. everybody was extra stupid this episode to make the bad guy seem smart, My Least Favorite. he was also there ALL THE TIME instead of giving us a break from him which was also super awful

also he tried to kidnap data, though i love that he failed hilariously and also they made a new jersey joke

i predicted the twist of this episode - that he was from the past, not the future - about halfway through. so at least i get to feel accomplished about something.

i do like that deanna told him to fuck off. she's never mean to anybody but he REALLY deserved it

new ground: I LOVE WORF................

i'm soooo mad at people in the star trek calling worf a deadbeat dad. idk if he does something shitty later but i totally understood the ethical dilemma in this ep maybe even perhaps better than the writers wanted me to bc the thing is like. sorry

CHILDREN

SHOULD

NOT

BE

ON

STARSHIPS

sorry to families with children. sorry to single mothers and actually to women everywhere. sorry even to wesley crusher, my perfect precious baby boy, who i will defend with my life. they SHOULD NOT BE ON STARSHIPS.

like, ok. let's get into it. i did think it was wack that worf initially sent alexander to his human parents...but that's because he wanted his son to have access to klingon society, which was something he himself DID NOT HAVE and COULD NOT GIVE ALEXANDER had anyone known alexander was worf's son. it was TOTALLY REASONABLE for worf to be thrown headfirst into parenthood and be smart enough to say, not only am i incapable of raising a child at this juncture in my life, i am incapable of connecting him to his culture, WHICH

WAS ALSO DENIED TO HIM. BY HIS MOTHER!!! LET'S NOT FORGET HIS MOM HATED KLINGONS like ik the writers forgot but EYE DIDN'T!!!!!!!!!

alexander's mother was a half-klingon woman who HATED KLINGONS. she at MULTIPLE POINTS made racist remarks about them and self-disparaging remarks about her own klingon heritage. she even gave alexander, despite being "more" klingon than human dna-wise, a HUMAN NAME. obviously the tng writing room wasnt going yeah ofc worf wants him to have access to klingon culture after all that but OFC HE DOES

which makes it wack to me that he sent alexander off to live with his parents and not his brother. NO ONE KNOWS kurn is worf's brother. he could have raised alexander on the klingon homeworld as his own, or even as his nephew, and no one would ever have known he was connected to worf. whereas sending alexander to live with the humans who raised worf is a huge indicator that he is worf's child

one might say, well he thinks klingon schools would be too harsh for this kid who was essentially raised as a human. this is a legitimate and valid concern he has in the episode as well. worf would not be as harsh as the klingon schools but he WOULD give alexander access to his klingon heritage. so that's the happy medium! as a side bonus we also don't give alexander EVEN MORE abandonment issues. the problem is,

CHILDREN SHOULDN'T BE ON A STARSHIP. we see in this very episode why they shouldn't be on a starship. "oh the saucer can separate whenever to protect the kiddos" SPACE IS DANGEROUS. they never have the budget or the time to separate the saucer. they just take all those little guys into horrible experiments whenever. i could almost understand if it was like, a spaceship that just delivered freight or something but it's an EXPLORATORY SHIP its SOLE PURPOSE is to head into unknown dangers. DON'T TAKE CHILDREN.

meanwhile worf is late to work meetings and gets commed twice about his kid while he's trying to explain himself to picard like...now you've got to consider the fact that people on the enterprise live at their workplace. they are basically on call 24/7. like if a space disaster strikes it is not gonna wait until you are through with your weekend relaxation or are finished putting your kid to bed. you CAN'T be on a starship and raise your child at the same time because as a parent you have to put your child first always and as a starship officer where EVERYONE COULD DIE AT ANY TIME you have to put the ship first always and TWO THINGS can't BOTH be first priority

like, worf is literally doing the best he can. maybe he should have sent alexander to live with his brother when he was still a little squirt but it may be too late for that now. there are quite literally no good options here to this moral dilemma of "where does my baby belong" which is actually so good because worf ALSO doesn't have a place he totally belongs. they both have a foot in each world. i bet it would be really good if it wasn't on tng

ANYWAY. sorry. there's a post in the george kirk tag about star trek fathers that disses worf and it makes me see red every time. wow! TONIGHT: "hero worship" (forboding title i hate tng episodes with kids) and "violations" (equally forboding title but here's hoping it just means we'll be playing riker roulette).

[askthetriviamurderpartycrew]

(Redacted): Hello, Hello, this is...F- Redacted speaking, whoops, almost said my actual name, haha! Anyways, sorry it's been awhile, the creator of this blog has been very tired and whatnot since they last updated but now they're back! I'm back too along with my staff...well...the cast of Trivia Murder Party 2 and the audience that is

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(Redacted): Oh yeah, the creator of this blog...who I'm just gonna call Chaos Creator for the sake of it, wants to create a special story-like post here

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(Redacted): Feel free to ask me, the TMP2 cast and the Audience anything, even something as simple as our favorite colors! Alright, that will be all, see you all soon :D

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(Yes, as you can see, I have returned! I'm ready to finally answer some asks and don't worry, Redacted has recovered since the last time of things so, yippeeeee)

[britneyshakespeare]

you know my niece was at the house two days ago. im just realizing right now that this might be the first time i mentioned on tumblr im an aunt now. since mainly i post my mundane and momentary thoughts on here, not my significant life updates that i do a lot of reflecting on. sometimes ill make the book im reading sound like a significant life update but alas. yes i have a niece now and she's just over a month old. she was over on sunday along w all my other siblings. it's actually the first time ive gotten to HOLD her bc she was in the nicu for awhile after she was born, and then shortly after she came home everyone in my house took turns catching colds. the niece was over though. yeah.

and my brother (not the one whose baby it is) said "you know her hair almost looks reddish." and it honestly. HONESTLY. it never occurred to me, for as long as ive been aware that i had a niece bakin in the oven (and i found out in like... mid-january that my sister-in-law was pregnant). for the entire year of 2023 i never pictured the possibility that i could have a niece or nephew with red hair. SOUNDS STUPID BECAUSE I HAVE RED HAIR. i know. i have a big irish family but in my generation out of all of my cousins, kaily and i are the only redheads. my brothers dont have red hair, neither do their wives. my parents dont. you know how jkr and other writers like to write a trope of an entire family (of celtic ethnicity) is all redheads? thats actually incredibly uncommon. if anything that's why i like having red hair; it has distinction. that distinction very much still holds within my own family tree.

so i love baby, i love her so much, she's wonderful. she's beautiful. i love her so so much. and i love her beautiful parents too. however, if she does end up having red hair. it's just reddish tinted right now and she doesn't have a lot of hair overall. and you know how babies are, it can change. if this little girl grows up with red hair i'm suing for copyright infringement. im sorry but i did it first so that's not fair.

[da-at-ass]

Update on the lawsuit house flood no showers fiasco:

Still no showers, hard to get anyone to work during the holidays. Logistics will get us there eventually.

Have a lawyer, things are immediately better. Found someone who was able to work with us in terms of the money, not pro bono, just payment plan type of stuff. Will update the GoFundMe soon, which has always been pretty difficult for me to interface with and handle, so sorry it wasn't updated as much as I wanted.

The house is not dangerous, it's just hard to get things done and frustrating sometimes. Things are getting better.

We had a great holiday and are moving on past the horrors and sorrows of 2022 together. That's the most important part.

I mentally sort of took a hit from all the stuff in 2022 and you might see my posting here disrupted by it. In fact, you already have, since that's usually when I start posting unpopular opinions that don't create functional conversation here for me. (Basically topics I think no one will actually want to listen to my take on until a couple years from now, like the AI stuff.) I've been focusing a lot on YouTube because the video stuff has helped me express a lot of things I couldn't before, or it's just something new to learn that helps me move on. I'll keep posting to tumblr but don't be surprised if I'm a little bit gone for a few weeks or something, I might just need a break in pattern for awhile.

The lawsuit stuff was really pressuring me to get monetized and pull in some money to help the household out, and with that pressure gone now that we have a plan, it's easier to slow down and really focus on where it is I want to go as a content creator. So I'm gonna take my time while I have this space to think in, and figure out what some of the future has for me.

Looking forward to 2023 and all the plumbing improvements it promises.

[deescade]

Hi Nene!! It's been awhile since we last talked, I hope you are doing good!!

I'm here to share some results lmao I really like the games you update, they are always fun ><!!

Story time! From the few ones I have done, Silver and I are besties LMAO there's no actual explanation for that, you will see-- I think they are all on point xD Jade first bribes me and then buries me in the sand; Vargas- I think it's self-explanatory; poor Mr Trein wbabsjs ALSO DEUCY MY BOY 🥺 He's so wholesome--

Rook my beloved 🥺 very happy the whole Pomefiore is here, they have become my favorite dorm. Silver invited me yay! Somehow Ruggie decided to spend money for me, there's a bribery somewhere I'm not seeing. And the cat decided to do something for once/j

Another Rook my beloved 🥺🥺 Ruggie is Confused™ he thinks I'm scheming something. Silver is bestie here again-- KALIM 🥺😢 did I do something to upset you 🥺 (lol now I'm seeing the last row was light trio xD) the first mozus was thinking it in his head, but the fact that I like him makes it even more funny😂 Also Vil has a soft spot for me this time! This is winning in life 😤 Cater's and Azul's are so cheeky--

I have a few more of mtp, but I maybe will send it later >< sorry for the brainrot LMAO big kith 🥰

Best wishes 💕

YESSS VIVI HI!! AGAIN SO SORRY FOR NOT GETTING BACK TO YOU 😢 thank you for always being so kind tho 🥺

Yessss the interactions between you and Silver are goals, I feel like he's your protector as much as he is Malleus' 🥰 and so is Deuce too, in a way! Y'all are cute!! 💕 the ones you got for the beach scenario seem so accurate! I definitely agree with you that I can see Jade doing those things and Ruggie hiding somethin up his sleeve, hehe

And the cheek kiss scenario tho!! I'm surprised that Kalim reacted so coldly too 😢 (maybe Jamil was using his magic on him?🤔) I'm also surprised that Azul's response would be so cheeky! I feel like he'd probably be embarrassed at the sudden gesture of affection 🤭💕 and yesss Vil definitely has a soft spot for ya! It was a pleasant surprise that Vil's response was sweet! I would've thought he'd either have a sort of offended response (maybe, "how improper" or somethin haha) or cheeky response haha

no worries for the brainrot!! I'm always happy that you're enjoying my stuff so I love them very much!😊❤ and I love YOU! 🤭💘

Big kith to you too my dear! Yes feel free to send more, thank you so much for your patience!😘