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I’m almost done!! I’ve got a Bridgerton Queen Charlotte inspired story coming out involving Shay Cormac! You guys will be getting a sneak peek with some skipped over parts. It’ll be a (Y/n) version as the original is an OC. Though there is a good chance I might make a different version for my lovely readers.

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CW ➳ gender neutral reader/no use of (Y/n), early season Daryl, smoking use, staring, overall fluff…

Daryl likes to believe nobody can read his body language, it keeps him mysterious, better so people don’t know his next move or thought. But Daryl had a habit that he refuses to admit. He stares. A lot.

Obviously at you. Anything you do catches Daryl eyes, either he’s watching you while skinning a rabbit or side eyeing you, as he smokes. Especially while he smokes, it’s his favorite thing to do. Keeps him calm, focused, relax. His world is in eyesight, and he refuses to lose it.

Author’s Note under the cut…

© Intoxicated-Chan 2025, I do not allow my work to be copied, translated, modified, adapted, or put on any other platform without my permission.

I think imma stick to doing blurbs or short headcanons as I prepare the new Taglist.

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Just a little announcement: the Taglist for TWD content will be unavailable for the next couple TWD posts, excluding JUDAS. Or you wont be tagged in the next couple of posts I’ve been on break for a while and haven’t been updating my Taglist. You’re welcome to continue fill out the google form I put on my account, it’s just gonna take me awhile. If I am unable to tag you/you changed your username, please resubmit. Thank you all 🖤

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𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐫❜𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞

Summary ➳ Ship after ship, wreck after wreck, Edward was growing tired of searching ships. But he wasn’t going to believe some superstition.  

(A/n) ➳ Honestly, it feels nice being back. I posted a preview on IG but I deicded to write it again because I had no idea what to do. Enjoy!! 

Word Count ➳ 525 

Content Warnings ➳ Female/Mermaid Reader, small mention of weapons, mentions of alcohol use...  

The water was heavy, pressing in on Edward from all sides as he swam deeper into the shipwreck. The sunlight seeped through the cracks in the hull, casting eerie patterns along the rotten wood. His lungs ached from being unable to catch another breath of air, but he pushed forward always, tired of the endless search for the medicine vials.  

Thatch had rolled his eyes at the idea, claiming there was another way. “A mermaid’s blood, lad.” He’d said, clutching the hilt of his sword tighter. “That’ll cure any man’s ailment faster than those damn bottles.”  

Edward had laughed, humoring the old pirate, but he hadn’t believed a word of it. Hornigold on the other hand, was eager and agreed to Thatch’s idea. Edward played along just enough to keep peace, but he knew better. 

Medicine was real. Mermaids were stories. 

Silly ones at that. He was at sea for many years and not once has he seen one, stories of them were always told by drunken sailors, unable to stand on their feet, let alone hold a pistol.  

He laughed them off, letting them believe what they wanted.  

You lingered near the coral, observing him for some time. You noticed him the moment when a large shadow cast over you, a ship, followed by a bell of some sorts, and him following right behind.  

You watched him come out of the ship and to a barrel that was dropped into the water, he was there for a moment before coming back down.  

Your eyes followed him as he pried open a chest, rummaging through its contents. Gold coils, rusted trinkets, and shining gemstones were pushed into his pockets.  

He was not the first to take from an ocean’s graveyard, but he was the first you decided to follow.  

The goods you watched him take slipped free, floating aimlessly away. For a second, you just watched, rather amused. You waited until his back was turned and then you darted forward, collecting the runaway goods.  

Edward leaned into a broken section of the ship, you placed them in a spot where he would see them. But just as you finished, he stirred, turning sharply. 

A flick of your tail sent you swimming away.  

He caught something in the corner of his eye, something shimmering and quick, making him tense up a little.  

A giant fish maybe? He thought twice when he searched the ship and caught another glimpse of that tail.  

Sparkly, glowing, iridescent too he realized. Too bright, too unnatural to be a simple fish.  

He swam out of the wreck, following you from a distance. You led him through a winding cave system where the water pushed him unpredictably. He struggled against the currents, determined not to lose sight of you, but after a while, you were gone.  

He surfaced in a pocket of air within the cave, gulping in oxygen before diving again. There was another part of the wreck when he came out of the cave, and after searching, he found a chest.  

And there, on top of a chest, sat a single jewel, one that he favored over the rest.  

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Hey… Heyyyy

So you guys may have noticed that I practically stopped posting and I would like to apologize for suddenly disappearing like that. I had gotten overwhelmed with how much I was doing, practically making series after series and I couldn’t focus on one thing. I would sit in front of my laptop for hours, wanting to finish but had no idea had to go about.

And not only that, thought I met someone but they’re going back to their ex. But I know I’m still young and that’s not gonna stop me 😤

Do I still struggle to write? Yes. But am I slowly getting back into writing? Also yes. I had no intentions of abandoning you all, you guys are literally amazing and I never knew I could get so far. And it’s surprising that my older works are still getting likes, comments, and reblogs, and I’m getting follows. I’m nearly to 4k, and again, it’s kinda hard to believe.

But I thank you all who are still around 🖤

I will attempt to get something out in the next couple of days and if not, please forgive me, I’m still around, just lurking around tumblr 🖤🖤

Take care of yourselves my lovely readers 🖤🖤🖤

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You all now can find me on Instagram! It’s a place where I’ll share upcoming works or behind the scenes if I feel confident enough since I still want to keep some kind of anonymity 😅

You can find me HERE.

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RDR2 Idea

This idea came up when I was playing the epilogue of RDR2 and missing seeing Javier. This is just a draft of the idea, it might change if I do end up writing it out.

Basically: Reader is member of the Van der Linde gang (unsure what kind of role they take). They go on their way after the gang falls apart but is located by Javier later, he begs them to come with him. Their bounties are still high and law enforcement is still on the look out for the gang, they take up working at a ranch until everything settles down.

I might make it into a one-shot or series, maybe a mini-series, still not sure about the idea though. I would love to hear your guys opinions on this because I haven’t thought it out 😭

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Pleeeeeease consider writing more Gambit because lorrrrrrd, you did such an awesome job with him in 'Down to the Felt' I swear I could almost hear his accent. :')

I had a lot of help! I also found a post/website where it showed me Gambit’s lines from the comics and I watched some clips of him. The research was definitely worth it 🖤🖤

[intoxicated-chan]

YOUR GAMBIT FIC WAS SO GOOD!!! THANK YOU FOR BLESSING MY EYES.

I AM SO SORRY FOR SEEING THIS SO LATE!!

But thank you so much 🖤 I’m happy you enjoyed it!! 🖤🖤

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𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐭

Summary ➳ Gambit lends an ear and his comfort to you. 

(A/n) ➳ I feel like I spent too much time writing this because I wanted to get his accent right. But I thank all those who gave me advice, especially @a-roguish-gambit. I also started playing RDR2 so you guys can expect content for the game soon too!

Word Count ➳ 1.1k 

Content Warnings ➳ Female Reader, swearing, violence, blood, pet names (cher), mentions/fear of abandonment, light sexual content, cock blocking??  

It wasn’t your choice to be pushed into the Void after Wade and Logan. When you watched their bodies disappear, you too were taken to the Void without putting much of a fight. And from the moment you arrived, you knew you were over your head. 

From the moment you arrived, Wade and Logan’s bickering and banter was constant, and their fights weren’t often but deadly. You stood on the sidelines whenever they fought because you knew they could easily take you out. 

Especially now.  

What was supposed to be a ride to find the Resistance members became a bloodbath, the first sign of a fight starting was your cue to leave the car and wait for them to calm down. 

You sat against the tree, watching the two grown ass men throw kicks and punches that could kill a person with ease. Logan's claws pierce Wade’s body and how Wade’s katanas and knife slice through Logan’s outfit and skin.  

“Guys, seriously?” You muttered, this fight would’ve been much entertaining if she had food with her. You were tired of it, physically and emotionally, and you weren’t surprised when you fell asleep to the sound of them battling.  

But when you awoke, you were in a different place. Some kind of hideout.  

But with three others who you learned to be Blade, Elektra and Gambit. All of them talked about getting back into Cassandra’s lair, but Wade did most of the talking as Logan did all the drinking.  

“You?!” Wade suddenly shouting in some kind of encouragement, pointing directly at you.  

They all stared at you, waiting for a response but you had no idea what they were agreeing on, going back in her lair or getting a way out.  

“It’s the same thing, kid.” Logan interrupted your thinking, as if he read your thoughts. But it seems he was tired of the fighting and wanted to a seat to drink in peace.  

“Sure, I guess.” You said, mainly to get the stares off you. 

Everyone agreed that they would set off early in the morning, giving you the chance to look around the hideout. You peeked your heads in the room as you already felt like you were trespassing, so you promised yourself that this would be the last room before you ate something. 

“Bonjour, cher.” Gambit’s voice made you jump, quickly pulling your head out to turn and look at him. “Ain’t polite to be peekin’ in on folks, now is it?” 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-” 

Gambit reached out to push the door open further. “Ain’t no harm done.” With a wave of his hand, he welcomed you in. “Don’t be shy, cher.” 

You walked in once you got his approval, he followed right behind you, closing the door with a click. The room was not what you expected, with mismatched furniture and some playing cards lying around, it spoke of him.  

It was Gambit’s space, and it felt like an extension of him. 

“So, how long you been stuck in dis here Void?” Gambit asked, sitting on his couch and patting the cushion beside him.  

But you shook your head, choosing to lean against the wall. “Not long. I got caught up in Wade’s mess.” 

Gambit raised an eyebrow, his expression changing to surprised. “You’ new to all dis chaos, eh? Coulda fooled me.” He grinned.  

You shrugged, trying to laugh. “More like I got dragged into it. Wade... He stopped getting in trouble for some time but this time, I wasn’t quick enough to dodge it.” 

“If dere’s somethin’ on your mind, cher, you can talk. Sometimes it’s easier t’spill your guts to a stranger.” Gambit noted. 

You looked at him, seeing sincerity in his eyes. For a moment, you hesitated, but you broke. “I’m worried. Scared.” You admitted, whispering. “That this plan won’t work. If it doesn’t, everyone in my universe... They’ll forget me. It’ll be like I never existed.” 

You didn’t mean to say much, but once you started, you couldn’t stop. “I’ve been abandoned once before, left to fend for myself. I worked so hard to make a name but now it’ll be for nothing. Everything I’ve done, everyone I’ve known... Gone. Just like that.” 

You felt embarrassed after you finished ranting. Your eyes widened as you raised your hands, stumbling over your words, a poor attempt at explaining yourself. “Shit! I-I know you said-” 

But before you could finish, Gambit was there in front of you, pulling you into a tight embrace. His arms wrapped around you like a shield, protecting you from your worries.  

“It’s alrig’t cher. You’re alrig’t.” He whispered, his voice soothing as he held you close. “You ain’t gotta apologize for feelin’ like dis. Everyone gets scared, even Remy.”  

You felt yourself slowly relax in his embrace, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat calmed you a little. In that moment, you didn’t care about the fear that’s been eating you away.  

You hesitated at first, but then you wrapped your arms around him. You both stayed like that for a while, neither of you saying a word, just taking comfort in each other’s company. 

Eventually, Gambit pulled back slightly, just enough so he could look down at you. You met his faze, your breath hitching as you realized how close you were. 

And then, he leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a gentle kiss. It was slow soft at first, a mere brush of lips, but it deepened as the seconds passed, both of you losing yourselves in the moment.  

You felt his fingers running through your hair as you reached to cup his face. You shut your eyes, your hands moving to his coat and attempt to take it off him.  

The door flew open with a loud slam. You jumped, darting away from Gambit. 

“Hey, what’s going on in here?!” Wade shouted as he strutted into Gambit’s room. His tone was annoyingly cheerful. “We don’t have the budget for intimacy coordinators! Johnny must’ve taken it all.” 

You cleared your throat, crossing your arms as you felt your face become warm. “Wade! I... Uh... Nothing, nothing’s going on.” 

You could tell by how the whites of his suit widened that he was smirking under that dammed mask. “Oh really? ‘Cause it looks like I interrupted something juicy!” 

“Jus’ havin’ a lil’ chat, mon ami. Nothin’ to get excited ‘bout.” Gambit fixed his coat, seemingly normal. 

Wade then shrugged, turning around. “Alright, but if I hear any smoochin’ sounds, I’m comin’ right back!” 

As soon as the door closed behind Wade, you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, your heat still racing from the near discovery. You glanced at Gambit, who was watching you with a smile, and couldn’t help but laugh. 

Gambit stepped closer to you, hooking his finger under your chin to have you look at him. “As we were, cher?”  

© Intoxicated-Chan 2024, I do not allow my work to be copied, translated, modified, adapted, or put on any other platform without my permission. 

[intoxicated-chan]

I’ve been gone for a while but after seeing the new Deadpool movie and seeing Gambit. I need that man 😩

But seriously, any tips anyone could give me for writing Gambit would be greatly appreciated. I will definitely be doing research as well 🖤

I’m gonna be writing for DP3 Gambit, cause I haven’t watched like any of the X-men shows or movies 😭

Also, JUDAS and Dreamers as well as my other works are slowly being worked on. Writer’s block and my job have seriously messed up with my schedule.

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Hello,,

My name is Ashraf Alanqar, and I am 30 years old. My wife, Widad Issa, and I have a one-and-a-half-year-old son named Bakr. We used to live peacefully in the Al-Shuja’iya neighborhood, in a house we built just a week before the war began. I worked as a farmer and owned a large chicken farm that provided for my family.

Beloved of my heart (Bakr)

Then the war came and destroyed everything. Our home was reduced to ashes, and our chicken farm was obliterated. We lost our home, our livelihood, and even our basic rights. We've been forced to move from place to place in northern Gaza, simply trying to survive.

My House before...

Me.. while trying to recognize what has happened..

The terror we feel as we flee from heavy bombardment is unbearable. The sound of explosions around us, the constant fear as we navigate through the rubble of destroyed homes searching for safety and food, haunts us every day. My son Bakr is constantly scared and suffers from severe malnutrition and skin diseases due to the lack of food, water, and sanitation.

Our beautiful memories.. :(

We urgently need your help. I am asking for your support to fund this campaign to move my family to a safe place, provide us with a proper home, and ensure we have enough food, water, and medical care.

Baker used to play with his dog.

Your donation, no matter how small, can make a significant difference in our lives. We desperately need your support and solidarity during this difficult time. Together, we can restore hope and safety to Ashraf and his family.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for considering my plea. Your support means more than words can express. Together, we can turn a story of loss into a journey of hope and resilience.

With deepest gratitude,

Ashraf & the Family

[intoxicated-chan]

OMG YAY

i love the first part of angel of small death and the codeine scene i just want to know what happened next when he says he’ll look after them boromir has peak dad energy to me.

BUT ALSO i feel like it would be really cute to see him teach them how to use a sword and defend themselves

ANYWAY TAKE YOUR TIME LOVE YOUR WRITING

𝐒𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞

Summary ➳ While wandering the castle, you stumble across the brothers practicing.  

(A/n) ➳ I had this sitting in my word docs for so long that I forgot! I am so sorry anon!! But I seriously might make this into a series, but I do want to see your guys request/questions, I love hearing them! I’ve also decided to add Faramir!!!

Word Count ➳ 630 

Content Warnings ➳ Gender Neutral Reader, Reader’s age is eight, Reader is referred to as (little one/child), light violence...  

Series’ Masterlist 

Thirteen Years Before LOTR: Fellowship of the Ring – Reader's age is eight, Boromir’s age is twenty-seven, Faramir’s age is twenty-three 

Life within the castle was completely different when you lived on the streets. You were surrounded by luxuries you dreamed of having, a soft bed, warm meals, and clean clothes. Every day was a new lesson in etiquette and behavior, yet the adjustments were challenging.  

You still craved to be out and onto the streets, rushing through the thin alleys, and having your heart pumping while being chased by others or guards. You were out of place. 

It was the afternoon when your wandering brought you to the training grounds. You jumped at the sound of swords clashing and grunts, you peered your head around the corner.  

Boromir and his younger brother, Faramir were sparring with their swords. But you could only focus on their banter and laughter, it was a different sight to whenever their father was around. They were happy and relaxed in his absence.  

You didn’t notice you had been spotted until Faramir called out. “Hello there. Come now, do not be shy.”  

You froze, trying to decide if you should flee or stay. Boromir looked in your direction, his smile widening as he sheathed his sword. “Come closer, child.” He waved you over. “You needn’t hide from us.” 

Though rather hesitant, you stepped forward. “What brings you here, child?” 

“I was... Walking.” You replied, your eyes dropping to the ground. 

Faramir approached you, kneeling to your level. “Have you ever held a sword before?” His hand comes under your chin, carefully lifting your head to meet his gaze.  

You shook your head, your head turned to the wall, eyes widened when you eyed the numerous swords hanging. “No, I have not.” You gaped.  

“Today’s a good day to begin.” Boromir handed you a wooden training sword, its edges dull, much safer to handle than a real sword.  

But the sword felt heavy in your hands, but a nod from Boromir gave you encouragement. He began teaching you the basics, his instructions were better than the teachers.  

And he was patient. He understood your shyness when being watched, he knew what it felt like to hold a sword for the first time. Like it was not made for you.  

And with his guidance, you began to learn. It was your footwork that was good, but it seemed that the sword kept slipping out of your hands.  

“Hold it like this.” He adjusted your grip. “Keep your stance firm, do not tremble under my eyes. Stand tall and proud, child.”  

Faramir sat nearby, his sword resting beside him. “You’re doing well.” He commented. “Better footwork than I have.”  

As the training went on, you were getting more confident and comfortable. You picked up on his tips. And Faramir’s occasional comments and laughter added to the lighthearted atmosphere.  

You even managed to catch Boromir off guard with a swift strike from your sword, drawing a laugh from both brothers.  

You continued until the sun began to set, you were getting exhausted. But you needed it after being cooped up in the castle. Boromir caught you when you tried to lunge at him.  

“Easy now.” He chuckled, taking the training sword from you. “I think that is enough.”  

You all sat on the grass together, and you felt a sense of peace. Your exhaustion caught up with you, drifting off to sleep in Boromir’s arms.  

Boromir looked down at your sleeping form, his hand caressing your hair. “They’re a remarkable child.” He uttered. 

“They’ve filled the castle with warmth, and I have never seen you smile so much.” Faramir replied. “They’re lucky to have you.”  

“No.” Boromir corrected softly. “We are lucky to have them.”  

© Intoxicated-Chan 2024, I do not allow my work to be copied, translated, modified, adapted, or put on any other platform without my permission. 

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