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[anarchafemme]

Strawbebbie "wine" started 🍓

I really really thought I had another unopened bag of sugar, but it wasn't there when I went to grab it, so I ended up using honey to push it to the 1.1 SG I wanted. So I think it might just be the teeny tiniest bit over 50% fermentables coming from honey, which technically makes it a melomel not a wine, but w/e it should be tasty regardless, and assuming it goes completely dry should end up in the ~13.5-14% abv range

[sometimesanalice]

I’m so curious about ‘Like I Can” and reader’s childhood/high school background!! Could we get some little flashbacks? Your work is amazing btw❣️❣️❣️

Ah! This was such a fun message to get! Sorry it took me a minute to respond, I wanted to make sure I had time to sit down and give it the attention it deserves!

What do you want to know? My inbox is always open, so please feel free to send thoughts or questions in any time they pop up! 🫶🏻

But here’s more about Sweet Girl for you! (i might have gone a little overboard, lol)

Sweet Girl was a bit of a shy girlie and a bit of a late bloomer in her younger years. It wasn’t until high school where she really started coming out of her shell.

She spent a lot of time at the Bradshaw house growing up and felt like it was hers too. Carole was the one who first gave her the “sweet girl” nickname and they had a really close relationship (sg still has the locket Carole gave her for her 13th birthday). And SG’s favorite nights were the ones where they’d get to have sleepovers. The moms would be upstairs having their own (wine, brownies, and romcoms), and her and Bradley would have free rein of the living room. (she famously isn't a fan of movie theater popcorn while Bradley is the extra butter kind of guy, but she does like the kettle corn kind.)

After her parent’s divorce, she had a complicated relationship with her dad. SG never saw it coming and then he moved very quick with a new wife and step siblings, and she felt really betrayed there for a while.

She had a few close friends in her grade, but Bradley was always who she considered her best friend. And because of that she did get picked on sometimes mainly by shitty boys who didn’t understand why they were so close or why he’d want to hang out with her (especially since they have a 2 year gap, so they’d call her his shadow or a tagalong). Bradley made it clear that anyone who messed with her wasn’t cool with him, but there were still some comments under breaths that she’d hear sometimes chose to keep to herself.

She’s always been artsy (she doodled some very detailed fireballs on the page of the sheet music book with Great Balls of Fire that she gave Bradley for his 12th birthday). But her favorite classes in high school were AP history (preferred euro over us) and computer science. (She originally wanted to be a graphic designer, and focused on pursuing her freshman year in college before later changing her major.)

Tennis was her sport of choice, and she was pretty decent at it. Her mom, Carole, and Bradley (baseball schedule depending) were always in the stands to cheer her on (the moms had to sit through so much spring sports, those opaque tumblers were definitely filled with wine, lol)! Both SG and Bradley had shirts they’d made as self professed #1 fan of the other when they were at each other’s games. The year she almost made it to the state playoffs was the year after Carole passed away, and after that happened and seeing her mom there alone in the stands without Carole or Bradley, she quit playing.

Miss ma’am is a smart cookie, and was one of three valedictorians in her class. (She did not audition to give the speech and let one of the others do it because she doesn't like a lot of attention directed at her.)

Her respect for the library (and why she won’t make out with Bradley in the stacks, even though he’s always trying to get her to after they get together, she won’t but she does let him carry her books, lol) is because she used to spend her summers volunteering there. Bradley would either drop SG off or pick her up depending on his baseball camp schedule and his job scooping ice cream. (Which Bradley has a struck ‘no milkshakes’ in the montero rule after she spilled hers one time, and he never let her forget about it)

I do have plans for a couple longer oneshots about their younger years! Including one about the night at the homecoming party where Bradley got his scars, and then also about the period after Carole died and Bradley's self destructive era (when he tried to implode their friendship).

As for some little flashbacks, I think that sounds like so much fun! I love their dynamic so much and have fun weaving in things from their past into the stories I write when I have the chance to do it! If there's specific things you're interested, send them my way! I'm happy to keep a little list and work on them when the time and inspiration hits!

[causewayguy]

Guess who's back for more SG cock? 😉

Gawk gawk gawk slurrpppp

Xiao Wen blowjobs were getting better and better. She would kneel between Jon's legs at every chance she gets, saying she can’t get enough. Jon was so mean. He made sure Kelly was still together with Z while screwing her. It was his kink. XW would come by his house a few more times as Z's date, then few minutes later, gave Jon a quickie BJ in the toilet until he blew his load down her throat. Thank God it's CNY so everyone was busy and didn't notice.

It was last day CNY when Jon hosted another CNY dinner at his place. He even brought out his stash of beers, sake and wines as everyone started gambling and just having fun. XW was there, wearing a white top and the 'Thai elephant' skirt. In front of his family, XW was an angel. In front of Jon, XW was the biggest cock tease: pushing her boobs out, letting him see down her thin top, touching him over his shorts under the table. Jon had a HARD time staying presentable in front of his family.

As the night goes on, Jon refilled Z's cup frequently while XW would get Z to drink hers as well. By 2am, everyone left the party except Xiao Wen and Z, who was dead drunk by now.

'It's okay la, you guys stay over. My room got space'

Mission accomplished. Jon quickly helped Xiao Wen carried Z to his room. Doors locked and her date drunk on the floor, XW fell to her knees.

'Oh who can help me...my date is drunk and my mouth feels so empty...'

Jon dropped his pants and boxers and immediately took XW face in his hands and started facefucking her. His cock was quickly slicked with XW’s saliva, dripping down to his balls. XW kneeled there obediently with her hands firmly by her side. She just looked up at Jon, with intense eyes while her body moved according to Jon’s will. She was seriously talented to be a young, willing whore in future.

Jon treated XW’s head like a fleshlight. XW constantly choked on her favourite meat stick as Jon continued to pump furiously into her mouth. Every time his cock hit back of her throat, XW relaxed her throat more and started to swallow down her throat. Finally, Jon begun to deepthroat XW, each time slapping his balls on her chin.

Jon moaned at the different sensation, as XW’s throat was much tighter around the head of his cock. XW gagged and dripped more saliva this time onto her white top. She took off her bra from under her clothes (those strapless kind) and threw it aside. It landed on Z’s face, and maybe due to her smell, Z moaned out XW’s name.

‘Fuckkkk, Im cumming, Im cummingg!’

Jon came hard into XW’s mouth. It was like something burst down her throat and after 3 long spurts, she couldn’t swallow anymore and choked. Some of it dribbled out her lips while Jon ejaculated 2 more streak of long thick cum on XW’s chest. Even though he did most the work. Jon felt defeated and sat down on his bed. XW looked a mess, her hair messy from Jon’s manhandling while her top is now abit soaked with cum and saliva.

‘Hmmmm, you filled one hole but another is empty…don’t stop please…Master…’

XW crawled towards Jon, her eyes and body still hungry...

[sgladiesnight]

Ladies Night - Optional Prompts

We said in our initial post that we would be offering some optional prompts to pick from. Below is a list of prompts, which you can also find On The Wheel. So, take a look or take a spin and see if a little inspiration can be found!

Spin The Wheel: SG: Ladies Night 2024 Prompts

The List of Prompts: -Soap Opera -Spa Day -"What, like it's hard?" -Poker Chips -Warning Labels -Intelligent Design -Bang Bang -Blossoms -Guilty Pleasure -Burn it all down -Pirates -Coffee vs Tea -100 Alien Cats -Legendary -Demolition -Secrets -Tiaras & Combat Boots -Sound Track -Instant Message -Top of the world -Libraries -Whiskey, Wine, and Hooch -Complicated -Cultural What’s-It -Gravity -Movie Night -Tall Ship -Traditional/Ritual -Dead End

[brandwhorestarscream]

SG prowl and Springer's mother-son situation makes me wonder what other changes have occurred

Like, their relationship (in this universe) is something everyone and their dog knows

Kup is probably the tired uncle/wine grandfather

Tarantulas probably owe Child Support

You know, details of what it probably is

Gonna tackle these point for point

- SG!Kup is a whiskey grandpa. He pounds hard liquor like it's his job and is probably a very violent, mean drunk. He begrudgingly takes on Springer as the leader of his Wreckers because his mommy is scary and also Springer is every bit as savage and smart as Prowl is

- I don't think Tarantulas owes child support. SG!Tara is a sweetie and probably desperately wanted to keep Springer in his life, raise him to be good and hoping he wouldn't turn out as twisted as his psychopath carrier. But that didn't pan out, obvi... idk if Prowl killed him or kidnapped Springer or what, but his not being involved in their sparkling's life was not by choice

- One thing that hasn't changed is that First Aid is still so thirsty for Springer, but instead of wanting to climb him like a tree he's obsessed with the idea of strapping him down and dissecting him 🤭

[rayadraws]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers (except me cuz obvs I have already done it). spread the self-love ❤

Oh, thank you for tagging me!

Let's see...

Maybe it's just because I just finished it and it's my current obsession, but I AM very pleased with To Capture A Dragon (DND/OC fic). It's about Sorrel, a young gold dragon (in his human form) who is captured by dragon hunters and his attempts as freeing himself again.

Short excerpt:

“Everyone knows dragons hoard treasure. He’ll bring anything of value back and we’ll split it between us.”

“Do they?” Sorrel feigned ignorance. “But surely they don’t carry it with them? That seems awfully inconvenient to me.”

“She’ll make you talk. You’ll tell her where it is. She has all sorts of magical things with her. Tried and tested on other dragons.”

“I’m talking right now, you don’t need magic for that.”

“You shouldn’t be,” Robin reminded him.

“Sounds to me like you need to make up your mind on whether you want me to talk or not.”

Full work

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Next one is BG3 FicFeb Challenge, which is BG3 fanfic featuring my Tav, Cirrus the tiefling sorcerer. It's 29 oneshots based on prompts and I have never written so much in such a short period, I had a lot of fun with it.

Short excerpt:

“Darling, I usually have slightly higher requirements than this for my beverages,” Astarion retorted, watching Cirrus lift the bottle to his mouth with raised eyebrows, clearly judging his preferences. Cirrus shrugged, taking another swig of the cheap wine, managing to mostly hide his grimace at its sour taste.

“And you do not, I see. Low standards, I take it?” Astarion continued. Cirrus felt small under that intense red gaze, though the alcohol was helping with that. He’d always felt more confident after a couple of drinks. 

“Let the tiefling drink,” Shadowheart butted in, though she grabbed the bottle from Cirrus to try it for herself. “Oh, that is foul!” she exclaimed, wrinkling her nose at the taste hitting her tongue and near shoving the bottle back into his hand.

Full work (NSFW) (Bonus! Chapter 1 is actually Sorrel's first ever appearance. I developed him as a character after writing this lol)

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Demon Cyborg's Livestream

This is my most popular OPM/SG fanfic I think, I had a lot of fun writing it too.

Short excerpt:

> iLOVEdc: are u goin to confess

”Confess what?” At that comment he looks up, appearing confused. Or perhaps in denial.

> iLOVEdc: that u

> iLOVEdc: that hr means so much to u

”That’s none of your business.” Genos’ tone is sharp now, and loud. He catches himself, peeking over his shoulder, assuring himself that the lump on the floor remains still. Once confident that he didn’t wake his room mate up, he turns back to the screen, voice softer again.

”That’s between him and me.”

Full work

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Old Boys

A few oneshot featuring Saitama and Genos as an old married couple. I had a lot of fun writing these too.

Saitama gave him a curious look. He turned to look out the window.

“What is he doing anyway?” Pow asked.

“Stumbling around and looking angry.”

“He’s looking for caterpillars.”

“Come again?”

Pow spoke even louder. “Caterpillars! ”

Saitama snorted, gaze still on his husband outside. 

“You told him there’s caterpillars? This time of year?”

Full work

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For 5th and final one I'll pick Rewind, which is another SG fanfic. Genos gets amnesia and Saitama has to come to terms with him possibly never getting his memories back - and maybe that's for the best? It'll certainly be safer for Genos, anyway.

”Why am I a cyborg?” Genos asked one day, and Kuseno paused what he was doing, putting his tools down to give him a long, contemplating look.

This was something he’d debated long with himself since Genos woke up that awful day, many nights while Genos slept deeply in the next room. How much would be fair to say to the boy about his old life? His grief and rage had been large parts of his identity for as long as he’d known him. How many times had he seen his boy furious, heartbroken, devastated at the cruel fate he’d been handed? How many times had he woken up from nightmares, screaming, crying, sometimes setting off the fire alarm after attacking the ghosts of his past in his sleep? How many times had Genos told him as the oil streamed down his face that he wished he could forget his past once and for all?

Full work

[transingthoseformers]

Various idw villains in sg, in my opinion:

Tarn: mixed tones of red and orange, some white, i just realized those are commonly considered medic colors in baseline and i am KEEPING IT. Blue optics. A simplified version of the mask, but still a mask. Hides his insecurity under a false confidence (and his mask) and an intense focus on the Decepticon code, may i gift him "i can fix this"–itus? Still obsessed with Megs, but unlike baseline it's more benign.

Sunder: navy blue and richer teal. Orange optics. His vibes are insanely off but he's secretly a himbo who means well, which isn't viewed upon so nicely in the sg autobots. Torn between replacing mnemosurgery with some other flavor of doctor, or having him reluctantly be a mnemosurgeon who tries to use his job for good like baseline Chromedome (angst time???)

Froid: black and gold with deep blue highlights. Mist blue optics. He's just a little guy™️ who's got a "I'm not paid enough for this shit" attitude, but he means his best for his patients. I like to think his theories are different in sg, but I'm unsure how to strike a balance between still keeping influences from Freud and it being less evil than what Froid's theories are in baseline.

Getaway: primarily black and deeper red/vivid green. Amber orange optics. Still an escapeologist, pretty amiable and sees good in everyone (despite being surrounded by assholes in the sg autobots). Would be immensely funny if, instead of being good at pretending to be a good guy, he's bad at pretending to be a bad guy.

Pharma: I'm squinting at my reference for him which is Not My Fave but I'm thinking of him maybe being charcoal gray, grape juice stain purple, and green or white highlights? Red optics. As far as his personality he used to be more confident but now he's a skittery thing, he downplays his several accomplishments and always puts others first (even if it means he's in a shit sandwich like SG Delphi). After Delphi he works with Tyrest for a while, which isn't ideal, and i feel like his behavior at this stage is like baseline but without the murder. He will get help.

Tyrest: maybe primarily a wine purple and tropical blue with a light brown-gray? Light lavender or white optics. i admit i haven't thought much about sg Tyrest as his personality is stickety to Shatter, but i feel like it's similar to baseline but minus the murder. He's haunted by his actions and up the shit crick without a paddle, but he'll get better i swear.

Atomizer: tropical green and sea blue with silver highlights? Blue or purple visor. sg Getaway's ride or die. Wow there's like nothing on tfwiki in his summary, so I'm going to make shit up and suggest in SG he's the skeptical type. I can see him having Opinions on some of getaway's plans but generally still helping

Scorponok: whoo boy why is he so many colors. Mostly yellow and red, replace the bright blue with bright red and keep the black? Definitely a blue visor. if i Shatter him, would he be a more benevolent scientist who cares for his creations type?

Trepan: i am absolutely lost on his personality because on one hand since he's so entwined with functionism and medical warcrimes i want to Make Him Worse, but on the other hand i want to see what it'd take to twist him away from that in Shattering his personality. Oh and color palette wise so far in tinkering he looks best with his brown swapped for a nice blue and yellow optics swapped for magenta/pink

Overlord: this sort of peach color with blue optics. Absolute sweetheart gentle giant in SG, probably.

[wrldabomination]

My Sweet Salem

Part 1

Jake x Salem ( f! Oc)

You dabble in musical instruments mainly collecting the ones that catch your eye you love music always have. You have a dream to become a rock star one day or perhaps meet one..

Warnings : none

A/n : it’s my first story please bare with me you guys

While aimlessly walking around Caldwell Guitars, scanning each model and body style looking for one you don’t have hanging in your music room to bring home to your collection.. you’ve been trying to find the 61’ Gibson SG in that beautiful deep cherry color to finish off the set you own every other color but that one..

As your walking down. One of the rows you spot the guitar you’ve been searching for. Buts it’s in the hands of someone else. You break your gaze from the guitar to see whose holding it expecting it to be a buddy of yours who works in the shop but to your surprise your met with the face of a stranger… a rather attractive stranger… he has long brown hair a small mustache and goatee he’s wearing a black button up with half the buttons undone, black slacks and a pair of boots… you stand in the row acting as if your looking at another guitar praying he’ll put that beaut down for you to grab… you glance over at the man Unintentionally admiring him the way he strummed the guitar the way he held it the way he presented himself he was confident with himself with the guitar like he knew ever fret every knob every string of that specific guitar. He looks up from the guitar locking eyes with you he shot you a smile and a. Nod to acknowledge your presence you did the same.. shooting your head towards the guitars in-front of you praying he didn’t know you were staring.

A minute passes and suddenly you see the outline of a guitar being. Hung beside you. Out of curiosity you look over and much to your surprise it’s the long haired man hanging up the SG you’d been searching for.. he’s admiring it when he speaks “ she’s a beaut isn’t she ?” He looks at you. “ that she is “ you respond trying to control your nerves..

“I’ve actually been looking for that exact guitar..” you say kinda nervously.. “ really? “ he reply’s with a questioning look.. “I woulda never guessed with the way you were eyeballing me while I played” he said with a quiet laugh.. you could feel your cheeks begin to burn.. “ don’t worry darling. You can have this one I have like 5 more at home” he said as he saw your reaction.. “ five ???” You respond “ yea I’m actually in a band with my brothers..” he said while scratching his neck nervously.. you roll your eyes. At his statement you’ve heard that line atleast 80 times Since you’ve been coming to this store.. “ I’m Uhm I’m Jake by the way”. He said reaching. His hand out. “ Salem” you shake his hand and smile.” Well I guess I will see you later… Salem” he says as he turns to exit the store.. you breathe for a moment. Reflecting on what just happened.. after minute you. Sigh and grab the guitar heading to the. Counter to pay.. your friend/ the owner looks at you with a smile and hands you the receipt and the guitar..

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You left the store hours ago guitar in. Hand. Which is now hanging with the rest of the SGs you own.. as you sit on your balcony with a glass of wine and your book you can’t get the. Image of Jake out of your head the events from. The store keep replaying in your thoughts driving you crazy “ I’m in a band with my brothers” you repeat mockingly.. unable to focus on your book now you take out your phone and see a friend request on Instagram * Jake kiszka started following you*. Your a little taken aback when you open the app to see the profile.. it’s the man from the store.. but how did he find my account.. you think to your self. Knowing you have a unique name and it’s not hard to find on social media… you follow him back hesitantly.. the blue check mark. By his name a little intimidating.. you set your phone back down. And right as you do it buzzes.. a message

Jake: hey Salem, it’s Jake from the guitar store.. I was wondering if you wanted to get together sometime maybe talk about guitars more

Your a little taken aback from the message. Infront of you. Hang out. You repeat to yourself

Salem: sure. How’s Monday at 7 we can go. To. This music festival in downtown

Not even a second later he responds

Jake: actually. Issue with that.. me and my band just so happen to be playing there..

Him and his band playing in a music festival you say to yourself not believing him

Salem: oh okay Uhm you plan then

Jake: how’s tomorrow night 7:30 we can go get dinner ?

Salem: sounds like a date see you then

Locking your phone you wonder what you just got yourself into..

[sarcasticsciencefictionwriter]

For the writers asks :)

4, 5, 8, 19, 30 & 38!

Hi, thank you!!! 😊

4. Post a screenshot of one of your favorite comments

This is mean. :( So many of them are from you, @truedairship, @theleotorrio, and @tinknevertalks . I also have 1000 things in my inbox (literally, so going through all that and which ones pertain to my stories is...ugh. But anyway, I'm doing two).

Hehe, I just love the enthusiasm of these two.

5. Quote one of your fics out of context

The young man, dressed in a very fine suit and carrying a pewter wine glass instead of one of the pewter or wooden tankards more common in the pubs, looked surprised by her reaction. "It's all right, crvena lisica," he said, laughing in a way that Helen didn't like. She also had no clue what he called her. "I only want to buy you a drink. There's no need to look so frightened." The laugh made Helen angry and ashamed at the same time. She was trying to keep herself together and it was so very obvious to other people. And this young man was a rather good looking specimen. He had brown hair combed back from his face, blue eyes, and was rather old, probably near his mid twenties. He was handsome and better dressed than any of the men in the town, though the mustache he was growing was not something she thought looked nice on him. Helen was both flattered and intimidated that he had singled her out, but reminded herself it was probably due to the color of her dress. It was eye-catching and unconventional.

This is from Tesla's Moving Castle (crvena lisica is Serbian for red fox)

8. Share the last line that you wrote

"We need to discuss this. Unless you don't want to be included." Nikola looked wounded and Helen regretted saying it. But if he wasn't going to face this situation with her properly, she was going to have to deal with it herself. Which she didn't want to do if she didn't have to. "What else do you suggest we do, Nikola? Everyone deserves to be happy and feel safe in their own home. I'll wager your flock isn't feeling as happy as you'd like them to.

This is from the third installment of 'The Pigeon Keeper Chronicles'.

19. What headcanon do you always include in your stories?

Uhh...I'm not sure how many it's actually made it into because it doesn't always come up, but I make sure I include my headcanon that Ashley was born in London and James took care of Helen during her pregnancy there, when I can. It just has lovely vibes to me and no one can take it away from me.

30. Which fic would you most like to have its own fanfic written for?

Oof, that's so hard! I don't know, really. I don't know how many of my fics are good enough to deserve someone putting that sort of effort and dedication into something like that.

Enigmatic Confections, maybe? Right now I'm saying that because I just realized how many one-shots I've written and I'm not really vibing with Stargate SG-1 right now. Confections is also my longest fic, so there's plenty of material there.

38. Pick three of your fics and share a song to go with each

Now this is more my speed.

Enigmatic Confections 's song is: It's Alright by Mother Mother (I used this song for Helen's confessions and Nikola's reactions to them and I'm going to use it again because it's a gentle song for the story)

Akhkharu 's song is: Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths (I felt this really suited Helen's mentality of becoming a vampire by force and Nikola and Will trying to convince her she'll be the same)

Bleeding Through the Blue 's song is: Dollhouse by Melanie Martinez (I feel this really suits the dreamworld and Helen's mentality in the story, considering there is no real way to tell what's real and what's not)

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[rotschopf-thedrow]

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

@dandenbo - you've also sent me this ask, so I'm answering yours here as well <3

I won't include any of my RPS or HP stories. Those are way in the past & quite problematic for known reasons. I'm still debating with myself if I should just delete them.

So, without further ado, here are five stories I'm rather proud of.

Change Of Perspective, set in the Stargate SG-1 fandom, in which Cameron Mitchell realises that his perception of his relationship with Daniel has shifted. A lot, and Daniel is right with him.

The Damage Done (Mass Effect, mShenko), which is the story that gave birth to Cameron Shepard, and in which Kaidan grabs the bull by the proverbial horns and smooches him into next week.

Two for Tragedy (Mass Effect, mShenko). I guess most of us mShenko lovers never thought about sending Kaidan to Hackett. But what if Shepard did? What if he regretted his choice and enlists Joker and EDI to rectify it?

Valid, flavour, tongue (Mass Effect, Alenkoats) in which Kaidan learns that his future hubby is quite good at making chocolate fudge. This is set in a verse I have yet to post, but: it will have a happy ending. That is a promise <3

Forever and a Day (Mass Effect, mShenko) in which Shepard accompanies Kaidan to the wine fair of Kaidan's parents to play his boyfriend. Also, there's only one bed. Oh. OH! And a whole pine wood. And eggs. There'd be eggs.

[vanfleeter]

His Father's Son // JTK

A/N: Wrote this one a while ago. Hope you enjoy!

Summary: Jake's son is so his twin. It's undeniable, especially when he picks up the same love for music like his dad.

Warnings: Just a lot of fluff and slight cursing.

You knew as soon as he held his son in his arms for the first, they’d be attached to the hip. Inseparable. And that’s exactly what they were. Wherever Jake went, Tommy followed, or at least he tried to. “But Papa!” Tommy cries as he clings to Jake’s pants. “Pwease!” A laugh escapes Jake’s throat as he drags Tommy down the hall towards the front door. “Come on bud, I won’t be gone for long.” “I want to come with you, Papa!” “You can’t, buddy.” Jake says as he bends over. He peels Tommy off of his leg and lifts him up into his arms. “But I promise I’ll be home when you wake in the morning and it’ll just be me and you.” “Can I play your guitar?” Tommy asks. Jake chuckles and nods his head. “Tomorrow I will let you play my guitar. Now may I leave?” Tommy huffs before nodding his head. “Yes, you can leave now.” Jake laughs and sets Tommy on the ground.

Whenever Jake went to Guitar Center or any music store for that matter, he always took Tommy with him. Instead of being excited over toys, Tommy got excited over guitars or anything that made music–just like his father. While Jake discussed with the store worker about which strings work best with his guitar, Tommy had wandered off to the other part of the store to look at all of the guitars. Some hung on the walls while others were on stands on the floor. He found one that looked somewhat identical to his father’s Gibson SG Les Paul ‘61 except it’s an Epiphone version of it. He enjoyed watching Jake play his electric and always wanted to learn how to play, but Jake always told him he had to start with an acoustic. Lucky for him, Jake gifted him his first acoustic when he was five and has been teaching him how to play it ever since. The last couple of years he’s been begging Jake for his own electric since he’s not allowed to touch Jake’s guitars.

After deciding which strings to buy for his guitar, Jake turns back to Tommy so he can pay and leave but instead he finds him gone. This always happens. While Jake is distracted, Tommy slips away. Knowing exactly where he would be, Jake makes his way through the store and over to the guitars. He peers around the shelves to find Tommy gently gliding his hand over the Epiphone version of his Gibson guitar. Jake walks over and lays his hand on Tommy’s shoulder. “Gibson’s better..” Jake whispers. Tommy smiles. “Yeah I know, but they don’t have the Gibson here. I’ve looked at every single guitar and nothing.” Jake chuckles. “It's a popular guitar.” He says. “I wonder why.” Tommy mumbles as he walks away from the guitar. “It was popular before I got my hands on it.” “Yeah, well.. You made it worse.” Tommy says. “Did you find your strings?” Jake nods his head as he holds up the package of strings. “Cool..” Tommy says before walking away. “Hey wait,” Jake says. “Don't you want to try it out?” He points towards the guitar. Tommy’s eyes follow but he shrugs his shoulders. “It’s not the one I want.” He says before turning on his heels again and heading for the check out counter.

“Let me guess,” You say as you pop open a bottle of wine. “You want to buy him one?” Jake folds his arms over his chest. “Not yet, at least. I want to get him comfortable with an electric first before I spend thousands of dollars on a guitar that he probably won’t ever touch again.” “So what’s your plan?” You ask as you pour the wine into two empty glasses. “I might let him practice on mine every now and then.” Jake says as you hand him one of the glasses. “Really?” You say. “You never let him touch your guitars.” You lift the glass to your lips and take a sip. “He should learn before I buy him his own.” Jake shrugs his shoulders. “Besides, he’s old enough now that he won’t drop it or break it.” “You know he’ll lose his mind.” Jake chuckles. “I have no doubt.”

A loud crash sounds from upstairs followed by your daughter’s screams. “Tommy! Give it back!” You roll your eyes and set your wine glass on the table before going upstairs to settle the sibling feud. –

As much as you preferred your son not to blow out his eardrums, you couldn’t stop him from wanting to be stage side while Jake performed on stage. “Ma,” He says as he looks at you, the same way Jake looks at his mother. “I promise I’ll wear headphones.” He holds up a pair of headphones. “Please, please, please? I’ll stay where you can see me.” You sigh and fold your arms over your chest. “Hey little man!” Sammy exclaims as he and Danny make their way down the hall. “You coming?” He says as he ruffles Tommy’s long locks. “Mom, please?” Tommy begs. “Can I go?” “Aw come on, (Y/N),” Sammy says. “He’s a big kid now.” He teases. Tommy rolls his eyes. “I’m twelve, I’m practically a teenager.” Sammy laughs. “Pre-teen, but I see your point.” “Okay, fine. But you better stay on your dad’s side and where I can see you.” You say as your daughter walks up and clings to your arm. Her eyes widen when she spots the headphones in Tommy’s hand. “Are you going up there?!” She exclaims. “I want to go! Mom, please?!” Sammy chuckles. “Come on Lilypad, you can be on my side tonight.” He says as he bends down in front of her allowing her to easily climb onto his back. “Sam..” You warn. “Don’t worry Mama Bear,” He says as he turns to face you. “Lily knows the rules.” “Stay with security and where you can see me.” She says over his shoulder. “I always stay where Uncle Sammy can see me.” She gasps and turns her head to look at him. “Can I sit with you when you play the piano?” “Only if your mom approves?” “Lil, I’m already letting you go up to the stage.” You say.

“Two minutes guys.” A crew member calls as he rushes past. “Sammy, we gotta go.” Danny says. “Mom, please please please?” Lily begs as she bounces up and down on Sammy’s back. “Do you have your headphones?” “There’s an extra pair on the table by the stage,” Danny says. “Let’s go.” He says as he tugs at Sammy’s arm. “Yes or no?” Sammy says as he starts to walk backwards in the direction of the stage. “Fine, fine. Yes.” You say waving your hand. “But only for tonight.” “Yes!” Lily exclaims. “I’ll keep her safe, I promise.” Sammy says before turning back around and rushing off after Danny to the curtains.

“Jake, hurry up!” Josh yells as he rushes down the hall. “I’m coming, I’m coming.” Jake calls as he appears behind Josh just a second later. He spots Tommy holding his headphones as he waits by the curtains. “Your mother finally letting you come down to the stage?” Tommy eagerly nods his head. “Alright,” Jake says as they high five. He leans over and kisses your cheek. “Where’s Lily?” “Went off with Sammy and Danny.” You say.

“Jake!” Josh yells. “Let’s go!” “Let’s go before your uncle blows his lid.” Jake says as he guides Tommy through the curtains.

“You have to be careful,” The crew member says as he hands over Jake’s acoustic to Tommy. “Your father will have my head if anything happens to any of his guitars.” Tommy nods his head and wraps his hand tightly around the neck of the guitar and carefully climbs the stairs so as to not trip on the strap that hangs off the guitar. Once the song ends and Josh starts his monologue, Jake makes his way to the side of the stage. His eyebrows rise when he sees Tommy standing there holding his acoustic.

“You know I won’t pay you for this, right?” He jokes. “Chris is letting me help out.” Jake chuckles and removes his Gibson from around his body. Jake takes the acoustic first before carefully handing off the Gibson to Tommy. He can see the sparkle light up in his eyes as his hand wraps tightly around the neck of the guitar. He chuckles as he slings the acoustic around his body. “Yo, kid!” Chris shouts up the steps. “Oh, right..” Tommy says as he comes back to his own head. Jake shakes his head as he laughs and makes his way to the stool that was brought out.

“Kid, let go of the guitar.” Chris says as he takes hold of the guitar. Tommy reluctantly releases the guitar and Chris sets it back in the stand inside of the gearbox. “It’s a beauty, isn’t it?” Tommy nods his head and Chris chuckles. “I’m still trying to get one myself.” Tommy says. “Dad won’t let me play his.” “It’s his first love, kid. Other than the shows, I never get to touch it.” Chris says as he leans against the railing of the stairs.

Little did he know what Jake had planned. –

The house is pretty busy with people milling around and chit chatting with each other. It’s Tommy’s thirteenth birthday. One of the biggest birthdays he’ll ever have. Noticing Jake was missing, you make your way upstairs to the bedroom. Sometimes he’ll disappear upstairs to get a breather or some space if he’s feeling overwhelmed. You find the door closed and you go for the knob but discover it’s locked. You hit your knuckles on the door. “Busy!” Jake calls. “It’s just me!” You call through the door. “Open up.” A few seconds go by and you hear the click of the lock. Jake pulls open the door and peers out into the hall to make sure that it really is only you. He pulls you into the room and closes the door behind you before relocking it.

“Hiding out?” You say as Jake rushes back to the closet. “No!” He calls. He reemerges holding a brand new Gibson SG. Just like his. “I finally bought it.” “You’re kidding.” “Does it look like I’m kidding?” Jake says as he lays the guitar on the bed and retrieves the case from in front of the dresser. “You should’ve seen his face the moment I handed him my guitar at the show. Kid looked like he ascended into heaven.” You giggle. “You know he loves that thing.” You say. “Plus he’s your son, he’s practically your twin.” Jake smiles. He picks up the guitar and gently lays it in the case. “I know.. But while we were on tour, I called the local Guitar Center in Fort Wayne and they had one in stock so I bought it and had it hidden on the bus.” “That whole time?” Jake nods his head as he clicks the guitar shut. “I had it shipped off to be customized like mine.” “That child is going to flip his lid.”

A knock comes on the door. “Mom!” Tommy calls. “Nana’s bringing out the cake before we get started on presents!” “We’ll be right down!” You call back down. “We?” Jake’s head drops and he shakes his head. “Is dad in there too?” “Oh uh, yeah.” “I don’t want to know.” Tommy groans. “You better look decent before you come downstairs.”

“Oh great, he’s gonna tell his friends that his parents had sex during his party..” Jake grumbles as he picks up the guitar. You stifle a giggle and he shoots a look. “You know he does that, right?” Jake says. “He tells his friends about it.” “Give him a few years, he’ll be bragging about himself and won’t be embarrassed about his parents having sex.” You say as Jake makes his way over to the bedroom door. He stops with his hand on the knob. “Have we had the talk with him yet?” “We?” You say, raising your eyebrows at him. “That’s not my job, he’s your son.” You unlock the door and pull the door open before slipping out of the room and making your way back downstairs.

..

“So how’d you like the party?” You say as you fall onto the couch beside Tommy. “It was fun.” He says, though you know he was expecting to get a certain guitar as a gift.

Jake had brought it downstairs initially but decided last minute that he wanted to give it to Tommy in private. He wanted it to be special. Tommy rests his head on your shoulder.

“I’m glad you had fun.” You say as you run your hand through his long, curly locks. You couldn’t believe how much he resembled Jake. Although you’re not surprised. He is his father’s son after all. “I did like the picks you got me.” He says as he sits up. “They look like the ones I used to have that I lost forever ago.” “That’s because they are the ones you lost.” You laugh. “Oh which reminds me.” You dig into the front pocket of your jeans and pull out a single guitar pick. “I found this in the laundry. You’re lucky I went through your pockets or else it would’ve been ruined.” “Oh god..” Tommy takes the pick from you. “I knew I left it on my jeans but I couldn’t remember which ones. You remember when dad gave this to me after one of his shows?” You nod your head. “Yeah, I do. Instead of throwing it out to the crowd, he saved it and gave it to you afterwards. You were five and he had just given you your first guitar just the day before. You got so excited finally having a pick to play with it.” Tommy twists the pick between his index finger and thumb and rubs his thumb across Jake’s initials that were engraved in it.

“Tommy..” He lifts his head to look at Jake who’s standing in the doorway of the living room. He motions him over with his index finger. You pat his back and he gets off the couch to walk over to Jake. Jake takes him by the shoulder and leads him out the garage studio. “Remember when I first gave you the acoustic?” Jake asks as he unlocks the garage door and pushes it open. “Yeah?” Tommy says, his eyebrows creasing together. “Why?” “Because I want you to remember this moment just like that.” Jake says as he flicks on the lights inside the garage. “What do you mean?” Tommy says. Jake steps to the side and pulls Tommy in front of him.

Sitting there in the middle of the persian rug on a stand is the Gibson SG in all of its glory. Jake watches Tommy's face as it changes from confused to surprised. His eyes grow to be the size of golf balls and his jaw falls open. Jake chuckles and folds his arms over his chest.

“No way..” Tommy gasps. “No fucking way!” He exclaims. He quickly covers his mouth and looks at Jake. “Sorry..” Jake laughs and shakes his head. “I’ll let it slide this time.” He says. “Go check it out.” As if the guitar might explode at any second, Tommy slowly creeps up to it. He turns back to look at Jake. “It is mine, right?” Jake nods his head. “It’s yours, Bud.” “I didn’t think I’d ever get one.”

Tommy wraps his hand around the neck of the guitar and lifts it off the stand. He picks up the strap and ducks his head through so that the guitar rests in front of his abdomen. He glides his fingers along the strings and over the body of the guitar in complete awe.

“Check out the back of the neck.” Jake says with a nod of his chin. Tommy flips the guitar slightly to look at the neck. Right there at the base of the neck are his initials engraved into the wood. “So you know it’s yours and you don’t take mine.” A smirk grows on Tommy’s face. He takes the guitar off and places it back on the stand. He goes over to Jake and throws his arms around him to embrace him in a hug. “Thank you.” He says. Jake smiles and hugs him back. “You’re welcome.”

Tommy pulls away and brushes his hair out of his face. “Can you teach me your new solo?” He asks. Jake smiles and shakes his head. “In due time, son.” Jake says as he ruffles Tommy’s hair. “I promise, but you still have a long way to go.” He pats his shoulder. “But in the meantime, I can still teach you most of what I do.” Tommy huffs. “I guess.” “Go on, go sit and get comfortable. I’m gonna run in and grab mine real quick.” Jake says before he leaves.

Stepping back inside the house, Jake makes his way upstairs to his room when he finds you already lying in bed. “Did he like it?” You ask. Jake nods his head as a smile spreads across his face. He grabs his guitar off the wall and walks over to the bed. “We’ll try not to be loud.” He says before giving you a kiss.

Tommy walks back over to the guitar and picks the guitar back up. He rests it on his shoulders again and pulls out the guitar pick from his pocket. He flips it over to look at Jake’s initials. He adjusts his fingers on the strings to a chord Jake has shown him how to play. He strums a few times before feeling confident enough to switch chords. He got the hang of it and felt even more confident to try it with the wah pedal.

As Jake approaches the door to the garage, he pauses outside when he hears the Broken Bells solo vibrating through the door. Maybe he’s a lot better than he thinks. He slowly opens the door to find Tommy completely immersed in the music, his fingers gliding along the strings and his fingers plucking the correct strings in the correct order while his foot presses down on the pedal in the exact spots that it needs to be pressed. Jake takes a seat on the nearest stool and rests his guitar on his leg.

Seeing Tommy playing like that only reminded him of being that same age and just starting out. Once Tommy finished, he took it as an opportunity to speak.

“I’m curious as to how you did that so easily.” Tommy jumps slightly at the sound of Jake’s voice. “Don’t do that..” Jake chuckles. “You played with mine, didn’t you?” “I may have borrowed your guitar sometimes when you aren’t home.” Tommy says as he sits in the stool opposite of Jake. “I figured you would.” Jake says. “Now you don’t have to.” Tommy smiles. “No, I guess not.” Jake cracks another smile before adjusting his body on the stool. “Okay..” He sighs. “Since I know you can do that, why don’t we try Weight of Dreams?” Tommy lifts his head to look at Jake. “You’re serious?” “Why not? I think you can grasp it.” Jake moves his fingers to correct strings. “I want you to watch me first. I’ll take it slow so you can soak it in.”

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No girl! No tragic ending 🤣 At least give them a happy ending in an alternate line. More than for Aemond do it for SG, she deserves it. 🤣🙏🏻 God! Just that he doesn't call her niece or beloved niece, it's disturbing. Who says something like that and treats the woman he supposedly loves and who is his friend since childhood like that? Just a disturbed person.

I wanna do both tbh, lol. The happy one-shot AU & a tragic one that would be multi-chapter. But, bc I don't typically like doing sad fics w/o happy endings (my characters are my babies & I only want the best for them in the end LOL)...idk that I could follow through with it. Or, at the very least, actually finish it. Especially with the stuff I have planned for it.

And yeah, I def implemented that as the only names he's really willing to call her for a reason. Just circles back around to what he feels for her being more about obsession.

Like, I know it seems romantic to be "put on a pedestal", but when I tell you it's only sweet in theory, I mean it. I've had that myself before & you have to walk on eggshells, lest your halo fall & w/ it, that person's romantic favor.

Like, I'm not saying Aemond doesn't love her. He does, in his own way (an unhealthy one). But he also has an idealized picture of her in his head. And I think if she stepped too far outside that box...she may not find warm reception to it on his part.

I mean, I understand that when we fall in love with someone, we fall in love with who we obviously think them to be. And, if they change too much, that love may fade. It's called having a type, I guess.

But like...when it comes to him with her? Say she ever got drunk in front of him—he would not react well to it; would prob not allow her to have but small servings of wine in the future. Say she ever used vulgar language—he would most likely chastise her like a small child. Say she ever tried to do a task he deems as being more for a man—he would try to put her back in her 'feminine' place by shoving some poetry books, or an embroidery hoop in her face.

I just...maybe I should write a damn meta for my Harrenhal outtake, bc I kinda inferred a lot of his mindset toward her in it.

There's a reason why he sees her as a child at one point. And why that's the one he finally gets violent towards.

[lord-squiggletits]

Help me decide which fic to write for the TF Big Bang!

*Note: Might not pick the winning result I just want reader opinions for what they would be most interested in.

Wilderness Survival Fic: Takes place after Death of Optimus Prime in an alternate universe where Dark Cybertron and all Shockwave's nonsense didn't happen. Orion Pax wanders the galaxy in exile for years until one day a rogue ship starts tailing him: Megatron. Both of them end up caught in the same space-disaster and crash land on a remote, unoccupied planet with no hope of rescue. Orion is ready to leave the war behind, but Megatron still likes to pick fights. Will feature a whole lot of angst and anger as the megops hash out their issues with themselves and each other. Also, the planet's environment is so hostile they might literally die if they can't cooperate. Orion Pax POV and gradual Megatron heel-face turn.

Some Rots Yield Wine: A sequel fic to Pay Unto Evil which continues the SG side of the story. Prominently features Optronix continuing rehabilitation and Megatron navigating politics about the nature of his relationship with Optronix and the continued peace. Optronix becomes "good" as in "no longer warmongers and torments people for fun," but rest assured that he's still the same dubiously sane, low empathy person he was before. This is an important point as the MegOP in this fic mainly deals with "the nature of love" as a theme and whether it's necessary to have feelings about right/wrong or if merely going good things is enough. Also, Optronix meets Primus again to avert a planetary disaster and his newly developed sense of ethics is severely tested by this.