#Gracie answers

[alittlegiraffe]

hii, i love ur stories! your writing is perfection. i have an idea for a story, you don’t have to do it if you dont want to.

could it be marshall’s and y/n anniversary, y/n forgets because she’s been busy with work and looking after the kids. marshall remembers the anniversary but is upset that y/n forgot but he didn’t say anything about how he felt. y/n sees he’s upset and comforts him with her love.

Title: "Unspoken"

You’d been running around all day, barely stopping to breathe. The kids had been extra energetic, the house was a mess, and between cleaning up spills and breaking up little arguments, you hadn't had a second to yourself. By the time dinner rolled around, you were exhausted, but something felt… off.

Marshall had been quiet. Not in the way he usually was when he was lost in thought, but in a way that made your stomach twist. He answered when you spoke to him, helped get the kids settled, even kissed your temple when he walked past—but there was a distance.

It was only when you finally sat down, the house quiet, that it hit you. Your anniversary.

Your breath caught in your throat.

How could you forget?

Your heart pounded as you glanced at him across the room. He was sitting on the couch, his elbows on his knees, fingers laced together, staring at the floor like he was deep in thought.

“Marshall?” Your voice was soft, careful.

He looked up, his blue eyes locking onto yours. “Yeah?”

Guilt twisted in your gut. You stood, crossing the room to sit beside him. “I…” You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. “I forgot, didn’t I?”

For a second, he didn’t say anything. Then, he exhaled through his nose, giving a small shrug. “It’s fine.”

It wasn’t.

“Marshall.” You reached for his hand, but he didn’t move to hold yours like he usually would. That made your stomach drop. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know how I—”

“It’s fine.” He said it again, but his jaw was tight, his fingers flexing like he wanted a cigarette but knew better.

You studied him, your chest aching. He wasn’t the type to make a big deal out of anniversaries. Hell, half the time, he was the one who forgot. But this year was different. You should’ve realized that.

This was his first anniversary sober. The first one he actually cared about.

“Marshall…” You tried again, softer now. “Talk to me.”

He let out a short laugh, shaking his head. “Ain’t nothin’ to talk about.”

“That’s not true.” You reached for him again, and this time, he let you take his hand. “You’re upset.”

His fingers tightened around yours, his head dropping forward. “I just… I guess I thought this year would be different,” he admitted, his voice quiet, raw. “I never gave a fuck before, so it never mattered. But now…” He trailed off, shaking his head. “Guess it’s stupid.”

Your throat tightened. “It’s not stupid,” you whispered.

He was trying. He had been trying so damn hard, and you’d been too caught up in everything else to see what today meant to him.

You shifted closer, lifting a hand to cup his face. He leaned into your touch, his eyes closing for a second before he let out a slow breath.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” you murmured. “I should’ve remembered.”

For a moment, he didn’t say anything. Then, his fingers brushed over your wrist, a silent forgiveness.

“You’re here now,” he muttered. “That’s what matters.”

You weren’t going to let this moment pass. You weren’t going to let him feel like he was alone in this.

“Let me make it up to you,” you whispered. “I’ll do whatever it takes.”

His eyes darkened just slightly, something else flickering in them now. Possession. Need.

“You sure about that?” His voice was low.

You nodded.

Marshall gave a slow smirk, but there was something softer beneath it. “Then come here.”

And you did.

You barely had time to react before Marshall pulled you into his lap, his arms locking around you like he needed to feel you close. His grip was firm, possessive, like he was afraid you’d slip away if he let go.

You didn’t fight it. You didn’t want to.

“I hate that I forgot,” you murmured, pressing your forehead against his.

He let out a breath, his hands sliding up your back. “Yeah,” he admitted, his voice quieter now, the edge of frustration giving way to something more vulnerable. “Me too.”

Your fingers tangled in the short hair at the back of his head. “I love you.”

His jaw clenched, his arms tightening just slightly. He hadn’t pulled away from you, hadn’t told you it was fine again, but you could feel how much it had hurt him. The fact that he’d never cared before made it worse—because now, he did.

You cupped his face, tilting it up so he had to look at you. His blue eyes were darker in the dim light, sharp but uncertain, like he didn’t know how to tell you what he needed.

So you told him instead.

“I should’ve known this was important to you,” you whispered. “I won’t forget again.”

He exhaled slowly, his fingers digging into your hips. “Good.” His voice was rough, but his touch softened, tracing slow circles against your skin. “’Cause I’m never lettin’ you forget again.”

A small smirk played on your lips. “Oh yeah?”

His expression shifted—still serious, still raw, but there was something else there now. That quiet, unspoken obsession that lived between you both. The way he needed you, even when he didn’t say it out loud.

“Yeah,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your jaw, then your neck. “You’re mine, right?”

Your breath hitched. “You know I am.”

He hummed against your skin. “Then prove it.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine. He wasn’t asking for an apology—he was claiming you, reminding you what you meant to him. And you weren’t about to deny him that.

You tilted his chin up, pressing your lips against his in a slow, deep kiss. He groaned against your mouth, his hands pulling you impossibly closer, like he wanted to sink into you completely.

“I love you,” you whispered against his lips.

Marshall’s grip tightened. “Say it again.”

You smiled softly, brushing your nose against his. “I love you, Marshall.”

His exhale was shaky, like those words settled something deep inside him.

“Yeah,” he muttered, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Love you too.”

And just like that, the weight of the night melted away.

Tomorrow, you’d make it up to him. You’d give him the anniversary he deserved. But for now, you stayed wrapped up in him, letting your love speak in the way only the two of you understood.

[gracie-rosee]

Adam’s tumblr takeover!! 💍🤠

Okay you guys I had a fun idea. I’m gonna do a little husband takeover tomorrow. Send me some book related asks and he will answer them with his honest opinion. Absolutely no input from me.

He will answer to the best of his ability with what information I have given him about all the books I read. 😂 He just finished Onyx Storm and is currently in the middle of Heir of Fire right now on his first TOG read so no spoilers! And he knows basically the entire acotar plot line and characters through my summarizing. He’s even read some of my fav acotar fanfics LMAO. He’ll take over my tumblr some time tomorrow afternoon!

Ask box (go crazy!) 📩

[gracieart]

🙊 Share your latest silly doodle with no context!!!

So this is the what the bare bones of my art looks like. This piece is stuck in the planning phase, where I like to map out the aspects of the composition.

This was the other piece I sketched out for the prompt I was working with. “The Cauldron’s waters” was the prompt. The piece I chose to run with was posted here.

I like this concept though, so I might come back to it.

Thanks for the ask! Ask me art questions

[pleasantlycrazyworld]

I saw you wrote for all three boys during date night and I didn’t know if it was fine to ask for headcannons of them separately with reader. Like what would dating them look like?

It's always okay to ask for that! I love doing headcanons for the boys! Sorry it took so long but I'm back to writing!!! I hope you enjoy it!!!

Billy-

Billy is so rough around the edges but for you, he is a sweetie (I'm such a sucker for that type of love)

He wants you to know he really does love you! So he tries and does whatever he can for you.

Most of the time he shows his love by protecting you and making sure you're safe. This can be shown when you two are at a party, he makes sure you don't over drink and if you leave to go to the bathroom he holds your drink to make sure no one messes with it.

He is a bit over-protective of you and sometimes that can lead to arguments but it does come from a good place. He just doesn't want to lose you.

He calls you his angel because he really views you as an angel that was sent to him

Ever since you two got together he's been less angry, less violent, and more friendly to Max and her friends.

Billy figures out that he's truly in love with you when you find out about his dad. That night he showed up bruised up and when he told you it was because of his dad it took a lot in him to stop you from going over there and making Neal have matching bruises.

His favorite type of date is driving around town with the windows down and once you get to your special spot he pulls out a blanket from the trunk and you just watch the stars. However, he never looks at the stars...he only ever watches you.

Steve-

Spoils you every. single. time. Doesn't matter how

He hates his parents but that doesn't mean he won't use their money to spoil you.

Calls you his princess because he knows you deserve the world and he will give it to you somehow.

He worships you, especially if you've been with him since his king steve era. He knows how awful he was during that time of his life and he can't believe you stayed with him through all of it.

He realizes he is in love with you when you hold him closely after a night terror. He hides his trauma from a lot of people. He's the strong one for so many people and he isn't used to people taking care of him so when he woke up to you waking him up one morning around 2 am he knew that you were the one. You held him close to your chest that night and played with his hair for hours, letting him feel that you were close, that you weren't going anywhere. That night he fell asleep to your heartbeat and finally didn't have any sort of night terror.

His favorite type of date is cooking together! He loves the intimacy and domestic vibes that come from it.

Eddie-

Gets insecure at times. He trusts you but he knows there are other guys who could spoil you more than he can. He doesn't like that he is so much poorer than the others in town, he feels awful when he can't pay for something you want but he knows you both love each other so much so he tries not to focus on it.

Such a sweetie to you! He treats you like a queen because you are to him

He writes songs about you but if you hear them he will deny it all! He says he doesn't do love songs but it's clear he's just a lovesick puppy when it comes to you

You are his baby. He would call you sweetheart but....what if his guitar gets jealous?!?

He realizes he is in love with you when he comes homes one night after Hellfire to see you already there making dinner for Wayne and him. You didn't realize he had arrived since you were talking to Wayne about how his job was going, but it made him realize that you were the one. Anyone who takes time out of their day to not only take care of him but also his old man will forever have his heart.

His favorite type of date is when you come over, order takeout, and just listen to music. He tries and teaches you how to play the guitar and every time you do well he gives you a kiss.

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@bookshelf-dust

If you like please comment, reblog, and even request an idea for me to write!!!

[manhandlememando]

You can’t spell ‘Decolletage’ without ‘Collet’😉

He really putting the Collet in Decolletage, fr

Harry stays dumping those thangs out. Titties are tiddying. Sydney Sweeney found screaming, crying, throwing up.

Yabbos, teats, bazookas, jugs if you will.

IM LOSING MY MIND AT THIS

“Sydney Sweeney found screaming, crying, throwing up” HAS ME CACKLING

[freetheworms]

hiii worms. witcher please for the tv show asks 👀

HIIII SLINKY LOVE U SLINKY

Give me a TV series and I'll tell you:

Favourite character: Jaskier. next question

Funniest character: Jaskier. next question

Best-looking character: i want to say jaskier because he’s my babygirl but let’s be fr. absolutely yennefer (my other babygirl) <3

3 favourite ships: i mean of course geraskier! but also yennskier is now my beloved also? don’t know when that happened but here we are?? aaaaand it’s a cop out but also. geraskefer

Least favourite character: this one’s hard cause i don’t, like, haaaate any of them?? so yknow what. henry cavill edit: okay still true but slinky you’re so right i hate istredd SO much. like just so much

Least favourite ship: ummm also don’t super hate any of the ships! but not a huge fan of triss/geralt, or like. rience/jask? no opinion on jaskel, really. don’t hate them but don’t ship it either! edit: ALSO SLINKY CORRECT IN HATING YEN/ISTREDD. fuck that fr i’m not sorry

Reason why I watch it:

Why I started watching it: my roommate watched one episode on her own and then ran upstairs and held me at gunpoint until i sat down and watched the whole thing akcnsjf

[buglaur]

i've been playing the game in my own time but i gotta share this lil angel cus she's the cutest toddler my sims have ever had

[apollosgiftofprophecy]

Dadpollo is the best Apollo. Do you have any headcanons? I love you!(platonically) I'm really happy there's someone else obsessed with Apollo.

he IS the best!!

uhhhh

he gave Gracie a pet mouse (therapy mouse, even) to help her deal with her massive fear of snakes

even tho she isn't his kid, i firmly believe pre-hoo, Apollo gave Rachel lessons on prophecy and specifically poetry too because of how she AND him reacted to Dodona's prophecy being a limerick in THO. he taught her how morbid a prophecy is based on how its formatted :D

he gave Michael his sonic arrows (imo his FAVORITE arrows) after the Battle of the Labyrinth, because not only are they fun but they also send a message - his kids have these arrows, and they've come directly from HIM. touch them and die.

Lee was going to college to be a music instructor (and make a safe house for demigods), and Apollo was SO READY to sneakily help out but he never could

the last time he saw Halcyon Green in person was when he was cursed. he locked himself in his room and cried when he heard him call "For Apollo!" and die.

Austin's fatal flaw is arrogance. Apollo is very worried about this eheh because he intimately knows the consequences of such a flaw

he attends Will's graduation from medical school and frames a photo of them from that day

he is also there sobbing when Kayla wins gold at the Olympics (he embarrasses her on live tv by refusing to stop hugging her and kissing her face. Darren is laughing. Kayla is mortified.)

he gifts Jerry that one (1) book he's been eyeing up every christmas and birthday until he runs out of room on his bookshelf - then he gets him a brand new bookshelf that magically never runs out of room OR takes up more space. i want one fr.

Yan found out Apollo's favorite treats are figs and so makes it their mission to sacrifice as many figs as possible. Apollo gifts them mooncakes every harvest season for the Chinese mid-autumn festival in return :3 (also sidenote I now headcanon Yan as a legacy of the Chinese moon goddess Chang'e. for giggles.)

THEY CELEBRATE PRIDE MONTH WHOOP. they get the gay, bi, lesbian, nonbinary, aro, demi, and ace (and more) flags and decorate the cabin with them. and also run around the Pride Parade :D

[pushing500]

Up for a moral quandary? Two men are stranded in a desert, trying to get to town. One man has a jug of water. If both men drink from the jug, neither will have the energy to get to town before they die. If one man keeps the jug for himself, he'll be able to make it to town, but leave the other to die.

What is the best course of action?

Wondering what Mechi or Kwahu would answer :)

Assuming the two men in this hypothetical are Mechi and Kwahu, the boys would probably have slightly different opinions. Mechi says if we go down, we go down together, while Kwahu is perhaps still very aware that he is not the original/not a "proper" person and that if Yamka gets anyone back, she deserves her "real" brother.

Of course, if anybody else is thrown into the scenario, it's Jones boys for themselves and hope that anyone else gets lost before they find their way to Sparks because they don't want more guests, dammit!!

[pedgito]

I personally think his name is randy and they all call him big randy and that’s why dakota johnson’s character goes for chris evans instead

in no fucking world or situation would i choose chris evans over pedro's character, his name could be fucking bob or hubert and it wouldn't change my mind. GIVE ME BIG RANDY

[alittlegiraffe]

Based on this prompt: MM x Wife Reader: The reader (who is fairly healthy) has been feeling off since she woke up this morning and can't understand why. What happens when, during her and Marshall's weekly family dinner with the girls, she has a seizure...

From: @just-a-little-awkward

Title: Fading Light

It was just another Sunday. Marshall, had taken a much-needed break from the chaos that came with his life. The girls were all settled into the cozy dining room of your home, laughing and chatting as they dug into family dinner. The air smelled of spaghetti and garlic bread, your weekly tradition that had become a comforting ritual.

You, had been feeling "off" all morning. The kind of "off" that couldn’t quite be put into words—tired, weak, a slight headache that wouldn't go away, but you pushed it aside. Maybe it was the late night you had the day before, or perhaps the stress of balancing everything had finally caught up to you. Whatever it was, it wasn't enough to keep you from joining Marshall and the girls for your favorite time together.

As you helped Hailie set the table, you noticed the familiar glint of concern in Marshall’s eyes as he glanced at you. You had always been able to hide it well, but today, something felt different. His gaze lingered for just a moment longer than usual.

"Everything okay, baby?" he asked quietly, making sure no one else could hear. You smiled and nodded, trying to mask the unsettling dizziness that had been creeping over you.

"I'm fine, Marshall. Just tired, I guess," you answered, brushing it off as best as you could.

But deep down, you knew something wasn’t right.

The dinner proceeded as it usually did, filled with jokes, laughter, and teasing. Marshall was cracking his usual sarcastic jokes, Hailie and Alaina were arguing playfully about who could eat the most garlic bread, and Whitney was bouncing around like always, eager to tell everyone about her day. It was the perfect picture of a family enjoying each other’s company.

But as the minutes passed, the dizziness worsened. You tried to ignore it, taking sips of water in between bites, hoping it would help. But it didn’t.

You could feel your vision blurring at the edges, the sounds of the world around you growing muffled. It felt like you were floating—detached from your own body, as if the world was moving too fast, and you couldn’t keep up.

You reached for the water again, but your hand trembled as you held the glass. That’s when you felt it—the weakness in your legs, the cold sweat that started to bead on your forehead. You couldn’t focus anymore. The room seemed to tilt.

“Babe?” Marshall’s voice broke through your fog. But you didn’t have the strength to answer.

And then, the world went black.

It was the sound of Marshall’s voice that brought you back to reality, but it wasn’t his usual sarcastic tone. This was panic, pure and raw.

"Shit! Y/N!" Marshall’s hands were on you, his voice frantic as you felt his large, familiar palms against your face. His words blurred together, but you could make out the concern—no, the fear—his heart racing in his chest.

Your body was trembling violently, and your muscles felt like they were on fire, uncontrollable and erratic. Everything hurt. You tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come out.

Everything felt wrong, and you knew you weren’t in control.

“Someone call 911! Get a fucking ambulance!" Marshall shouted, his voice loud enough to cut through the panic that was taking over the room.

The girls were screaming, but you couldn’t make out their words. Hailie, who was closest, was crying, her hands on her face, panicked and unsure of what to do. Alaina was clutching her phone, voice shaking as she dialed for help.

Your mind was a blur, your body betraying you as the seizure seemed to take over. Every part of you felt disconnected, like you were a bystander in your own life, unable to control anything happening to you.

And then there was Marshall.

You felt him beside you, his hands in yours, his breath close to your ear.

“Stay with me, Y/N, please,” he whispered urgently, his voice breaking. "Come on, baby, don’t do this to me."

Somehow, through the haze of panic and pain, you managed to hear him. You squeezed his hand just slightly, and that small gesture seemed to calm him, even if just a little.

The ambulance arrived quickly, the paramedics moving swiftly and efficiently. Marshall insisted on riding with you to the hospital, his hand never leaving yours as they loaded you into the back of the ambulance. The world outside the vehicle was a blur of flashing lights, but Marshall was there, steady and unwavering.

"You're going to be okay," he kept repeating, his voice soft, but filled with fear you hadn’t heard before. "Just hang in there, baby."

The next few hours were a whirlwind. After a series of tests and fluids being administered to your body, you were diagnosed with dehydration—a seemingly simple thing that had wreaked havoc on you. Your body, under stress from a lack of proper hydration, had taken the toll with the seizure.

But as the night wore on, and the effects of the fluids kicked in, you slowly started to feel better. Your vision cleared, and the fog that had overtaken your mind lifted.

When you finally woke up, you found Marshall sitting by your side, holding your hand as if his life depended on it. His face was strained with exhaustion, dark circles under his eyes, his brows furrowed with worry.

“Hey,” you whispered, voice hoarse. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you…”

His eyes flickered with a mix of relief and frustration. “You don’t get to apologize for scaring the shit out of me, Y/N. I thought I lost you.”

You smiled weakly, reaching up to touch his face. “I’m okay now, Marshall. I’m okay.”

He pressed his forehead to yours, breathing deeply. "Yeah, well, you scared me, I never want to see you like that again." His voice was tight, his emotions raw.

“I’m sorry,” you repeated, your heart aching at how much you had worried him.

He chuckled softly, though it was strained. “Stop apologizing. Just drink some damn water next time.”

You laughed, but it was weak, a soft sound filled with the tenderness only the two of you shared.

As Marshall stayed by your side, watching over you, you realized just how deeply he loved you. The way he reacted, the way his world seemed to stop for you, reminded you of something you knew all along.

You were everything to him.

And no matter what, he would always be there—right by your side.

[gracie-rosee]

Hi, Gracie! How are you? I was wondering, even though I’m not an Elriel, is it okay to follow you? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or invade your space, so I wanted to ask if it was okay first. Even though I’m a Gwynriel I really like your blog and I love your art! Have a lovely day!💘

Omg I would be HONORED!

It would not make me uncomfortable at all and you are certainly not invading my space. You are welcome here. My blog and my art is for everyone.

I understand if you’d like to remain anonymous because maybe you’ve been hurt by this dumb ship war situation, but if you ever feel like chatting just know my inbox and my DMs will always be open for you! <3

My blog is mainly just a book blog. Please feel free to follow me if you don’t mind me crying on your dash, posting at 3am about some fantasy character. Also I write sometimes… 🙈

Seriously. We are pro-good vibes over here! Thank you for sending me this ask my dear 💗💗💗

[gracieart]

Thanks for the laugh, but I don’t give a shit!!! 🥰

[pleasantlycrazyworld]

Can you write headcannons about eddie and his raccoon living in their trailer?

YES, I CAN!!!!

Eddie growing up continually took care of the animals in the trailer park (even though Wayne told him not to)

Wayne was worried about rabies. Eddie was concerned about the animal's health

As Eddie got older the more he took care of the animals

When he got money for the first time he bought food for the animals. Cat food, dog food, bird seeds, etc. And even though he doesn't have much, he sets some aside to afford the food when he can!

Now he "adopts" a raccoon a little before graduation

He hides it from Wayne for a good while shockingly. Wayne works odd hours anyway, so it wasn't too hard, but that man can tell when there is any type of change in his household

He rescues the baby raccoon one night on his way home from a gig. He sees that it's alone and sadly the mother has been hit. He couldn't just leave it there! So he befriends it by giving him food to them. (@bloodthirstybreedingbunny and I both think it was a taco that made the friendship happen 🤭)

Wayne finds out on a day when he gets off early and finds Eddie bottle-feeding the raccoon.

The two men stare at each other, and the raccoon waves to Wayne. Wayne just sighs and heads to bed.

Since Eddie was graduating in a few weeks, Wayne decides he can keep the raccoon...it's like a graduation present.

Eddie doesn't trust anyone with his raccoon. That's his baby! And what if they don't watch his baby closely? What if they don't give his baby the right snacks or they end up leaving the door open and his baby runs out into the wild?!?

Eddie gives himself anxiety attacks, thinking of the raccoons' safety.

He just wants to be a good dad 🥺

One night after performing Eddie got a bit drunk at a taco shop...he can't handle margaritas. He somehow got home with a tiny Sambora hat and now it belongs to the raccoon. He hides the damn hat...it will appear on his adopted son's head every time. All he can do is look around and ask, "How are you doing that!?"

Eddie doesn't realize just how smart raccoons are so he does get outsmarted a few times. But he will die with that information.

Eddie teaches the raccoons how to protect the trailer and will teach them how to hide weapons.

He gets into an argument with Steve and then oops there's a raccoon with a ninja star ready to fight. They won't back down until Eddie tells them to.

And Eddie is no better. Argue with Wayne and he just pulls a knife from his hair and there's a raccoon behind his leg with their own knife.

Eddie WILL cry when he can tell the raccoons are growing up. They start being independent more and even physically grow and he just can't handle

Some pictures that Eddie would have:

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[gracieheartspedro]

I just read "Me and The Devil" and I absolutely loved your dark!Joel!! Do you think you'll write more for him??

hiii anon, yes I'd love to do more dark!joel!! what would y'all wanna see from him? I have some ideas but i'm curiousss what y'all would want to see lol

[manhandlememando]

I know a little of the Jace fandom drama but what happened with Ewan?

Meanwhile, Cregan wives are ovulating at the same time

Benji girls are dealing with a ghost town

I’m so sorry for not responding sooner but from what I know there was an incredibly popular Ewan Mitchell fan account on X (or maybe on Insta I can’t remember). But they were getting a ton of hate for whatever reason and ended up logging off? I’m not in the Ewan fandom but from what I read shit was going DOWN.

and idk about y’all but im hmmmm 🤔 como se dice (how do you say?) INSANE, ACTUALLY DIAGNOSED FERAL FOR CREGAN FUCKING STARK. it’s like im ovulating every day when it comes to this man.

(not me going back and rereading the like 5 fics that are my comfort fics for benjiboy, i miss him 😔)