#He actually does in a fanfic I wrote lol

[littlespringdandelion]

[irlbop]

Imagine, though, that the first three Papas hadn’t been assassinated, and there really was a plan to have them reincorporated into the Ghost Project. Perhaps not as the frontmen audiences were more familiar with, but there was certainly use to be found. The Ministry could be resourceful when it wanted to be, after all.

Primo would probably feel confused at best, fatigues at worst as the memories of touring and strutting about began to reappear in the marrow of his bones. He was far from young when the Ghost Project had been revived under his visage, and he’d certainly not gotten any younger in the decade that had passed since he passed on the position.

Ever the diligent shepherd throughout his life, the eldest Emeritus son had found himself quite enjoying his retirement: It had allowed him more time to rest, more time to tend to his personal passions. Further to the point, though, what more did he have to offer? Ghost had prospered with each succession. As far as he was concerned, he had done his job: It was now up to the Next Guy to keep it going.

But, ever the good son and dedicated brother, he hears out the proposal. The stage may not call him back, but the Church does. And for that, he must listen.

Secondo would furrow his brow, almost reflexively creating a slight sneer. Though, it’s not out of disgust so much as uncertainty. And Secondo is very rarely a hesitant person.

He knew how the Church saw him: Angry, bitter, so on and so forth. The very things that contributed to the decision to end his tenure.

…Well, that, and perhaps his exorbitant spending on the Ministry’s dime. There was only so much he could get away with under the justification of gluttony, lust, and sloth, evidently.

Regardless, though, he found the prospect somewhat suspicious. After he retired the mitre, the Ministry appeared to want little to do with him. The Clergy kept interactions to a minimum, and most paperwork had been designated to other members often before. Most who look forward to his presence are Siblings with an appetite they claimed only he could satiate — and frankly, he was content with that.

He was far from a dullard, but Secondo couldn’t fathom what the Ministry realistically could pull from him at this point. Perhaps, then, “conflicted” is the better expression he wore: Eyes narrowing at the prospect as he pondered what this could mean, quiet anger that they would demand more of him after he had given them plenty, but also curiosity.

And a bit of temptation. Best to hear the details. Perhaps maybe even confirm the perks. He would keep his guard up of course, but maybe he could regain access to the Black Card if he played the right cards…

And then…There’s Terzo. Of the Papas present, he was the most emotionally expressive.

“Prone to fits of flamboyancy,” Primo would muse if he were in a gentler mood.

“A shameless twit with no damn self-control,” Secondo would insistently correct.

If that moment had been someone’s first exposure to Terzo, however, they probably would not have guessed it. He is the picture of calm. Almost ennui. Heterochromatic eyes sit beneath bushy brows, hooded as though the proposal were someone waxing poetry of the gilded lily that was doing taxes.

If someone who did know of Terzo and his antics were to see him, they might have concluded one of two options: That he was either zoning out, fantasizing about all the schlong and balls and pussy he could be investing time in; or he was hungover and/or high and thus not computing a single syllable that tumbled into his ears.

But Terzo was stone-cold sober. And he was hanging on to every word like claws sink into flesh.

The fact of the matter is that yes, Terzo could be loud. He could be showy. He was outspoken, enduring, a consummate performer. But that didn’t mean Terzo was dumb. It was so easy to simplify him down to a happy-go-lucky himbo of some sort that people — even his own brothers — would often forget the bottom line: He was still an Emeritus, born from a line coated in blood and shadow.

And in that moment, the blood and shadows within him were boiling, as though the essence of The Pit had found itself replaced into his mortal form.

In that moment, he was putting those years of breathing exercises to use by tempering his inhales and exhales to feel less heated, less sharp. Without the papal paints to give illusion to his features, his features seemed sharper, but not necessarily menacing. He was white-knuckling it in those gloves he was almost never without, ever thankful that their cloth texture didn’t give away his feelings like the squeak of leather would.

They want them back? They want him back? How about a proper send-off to his papacy first? How about an actual final show, one last thing to give to the followers he’d busted his ass off to give to the Church? An apology card signed by the Clergy, an Edible Arrangement, something!

He brought home a goddamn Grammy. And how did they repay him?

By dragging him off of the stage, mind-song. This was the way the most successful Antipope to date’s reign had ended: Not with a bang, not with a kazoo, but with a whimper.

He had given the Church everything he had: His youth to studies, his adulthood preparing for succession, his mind, body, and soul put to the form of song for them to exploit. He even gave them things he did not actually possess, but dressed up just enough to superficially please them. Yet now they come back, ready to take even more? What was even left in their eyes to snatch, he might’ve wondered beneath it all?

A dark bile flowed through his veins like the Serpent through Eden. And oh, how this domain did love its corruption. That is, except for when it conflicted with what they wanted. And what this church of expression and freedom wanted, as far as Terzo saw it, was control. Power. All that uncreative jazz. You were only as free as they saw fit.

Well. Fine. This church loved serpents so much, why not become what they loved? He could slither pitifully on his belly. He could sit in wait. He could speak honeyed words. He could remind them he was but a soft, simple creature.

He could bite.

What this proposal to reincorporate himself and his brothers foretold, he did not yet know. And it frankly didn’t matter to him: He would take it. He would take it and cradle it and slowly nurture it with his venom until the Ministry would recognize the necrosis developing far too late to stop it.

He was, after all, an Emeritus: The favored bloodline of the Dark One. He was insurrection, he was spite.

“I see…” he uttered, stifling a nonexistent yawn.

“And this…idea that you have: What’s in it for me?”

[infriga]

Find yourself someone who will love you as much as Joe Ben Wheat loved the Olsen-Chubbuck bison kill site:

[cherrifire]

I'm late to behind-the-scenes-people, so I have a question about y'all. Ik the Hermits gets Hoffen to design things, Ik Martyn gets you to draw his thumbnails, and I recently learned you were involved in the quiz.

Who's the group? Who's the rest of y'all? Is it known? Are y'all on tumblr? Can I follow y'all?

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MEET THE TRIVIA TEAM ✨️

Me! - Cherrifire!

I make YouTube thumbnails and I also worked on the Life Series merch this year! Grian asked me for Life Series fans to help with Trivia so I picked these goobers up by the scruff.

@ink-ghoul - Hoffen!

Hoffen does a lot of MC skins, texture pack, and model work for the Hermits! She also helped a little with the merch too, Hoffen made the Quizmaster and his stickers.

@cocoabats - Julia!

Julia did a lot of work on the Scarland Art book and helped with the Grian merch too! She set up the website, made the "Hang In There" shirt, and the desk mat! She also made the Pale White Horse AU :D

@applestruda - Bee!

Bee has only just started to dip her toes into working with CCs and I'm so proud of her and what she's accomplished. One of her drawings is actually framed in the background of Impulse's webcam and she did a Hermit TCG card for False! She so cool and I love her I love Bee Applestruda my Minecraft wife my wife my wife my--

@hopepetal - Zera!

Zera is very delightful, he's a writer and musician and wrote the Boatem Knights AU based on Applestruda's drawings! Grian actually asked him to make music for the Trivia bot but because he was a bit busy he couldn't get further than a rough draft so he took what he made to Oli and had it polished.

@liloinkoink - Lew!

My best friend (eyeroll), he's the writer of the Renchanting AU/fanfic Lamplight or whatever.

@xmaruu11 - Maruu

Maruu is the co-writer of the Desert Duo Vigilante AU comic and wrote 53% of the questions LOL (Yes I did the math). They've also worked with Ranboo in the past and is just a little goober!

[ihavetoomuchhomeworkforthis]

So I found this old assignment from 9th grade that I never got past the rough draft/planning stages of jshdhsikfff XD

Ok fine so do star trek romeo and juliet

The story takes place on some random non-specific ship in starfleet, (not the Enterprise, Voyager, or any or the important ones actually in a series) 

Romeo can be cardassian, juliet can be bajoran, or the other way around but this is because those two species are against each other, paris can just be human because we don’t know that much about his character, rosaline is vulcan because she’s logical and doesn’t want anything to do with romeo romantically, friar lawrence can be vulcan too because logical, or maybe he can be betazoid because of how he always seems to understand the situation (telepathy), or he can be trill because of how old and wise he is (experience of several lifetimes) OR Friar Lawrence could be El-Aurian (because Guinan)- Yes friar Lawrence IS Guinan hahahah. tybalt can be romulan or klingon because he’s really angry, Lord Capulet should be Ferengi, but that doesn’t work if juliet is bajoran, so I guess he can be some sort of stepfather/caretaker, maybe lady capulet (bajoran like juliet) is a widow, lost her husband to the occupation after Juliet was born and got into the federation at first as a refugee, (extra reason for them all to be against cardassians) and then lord capulet the ferengi seduced her somehow I guess (because he’s quark and he saw she had a daughter (juliet) and he wanted to take advantage of that because he wanted to eventually marry juliet off to somebody for the profit, plus maybe he wanted lady capulet (bajoran) to massage his ears because… ferengi) and she joined starfleet, benvolio and mercutio can be human because we don’t have very many humans yet. Nurse is betazoid because of how caring she is for Juliet, plus she’s really bawdy like Deanna Troi's mom.

Romeo and juliet meet like they did in the story at a masked party/ball, (because otherwise they’d recognise each other’s species), and then Romeo being the romantic convinces her that they should take off their masks together so he can kiss her or something, which she agrees to I guess, and then they recoil because oh my gosh he’s a cardassian evil guy blah blah blah, and oh my gosh she’s so much younger and that’s not right, and also she’s bajoran and it’s just wrong and she’s going to immediately stereotype me as evil and hate me oh no, so then they both go crying to the nurse and mercutio/benvolio respectively

The nurse is the ship’s counselor and very reasonable so she kindly tells juliet to get over herself because she literally just met romeo and she shouldn’t worry about it, and then they proceed to have a tearful conversation about feelings

Mercutio and benvolio both have pretty much the exact same conversation with romeo, telling him he’s known juliet for all of 5 minutes and to find another lady because she’s underage and bajoran and please don’t take this personally but she’s never going to like a cardassian and also what happened to rosaline?? blah blah blah, and then romeo proceeds to cry and tell them about feelings too.

Friar Lawrence is the bartender because he’s Guinan, so he doesn’t hear what’s going on (too far away) but he sees everything and thinks Romeo’s a fool but it would be cute if Juliet weren’t getting married to Paris

It needs something that makes the story not exactly the same other than the setting, some kind of plot twist to take the story away from the original plot, so

The ship gets attacked in the middle of the party, interrupting the feelings conversation

The party is a pre-party thing for Juliet’s marriage to Paris and she doesn’t want to be married but lord capulet/quark made her do it before she met Romeo and so now she’s extra conflicted because she doesn’t like Paris but she wants to be respectful to her parents so she felt like she didn’t have a choice so she consented to the marriage but not really it’s just because she didn’t know how to stand up for herself so she’s going to get married to Paris in a few hours but she just met Romeo, who’s a cardassian, and she’s afraid that she’s fallen in love with him, but she can’t do that because of her obligation to her parents and to Paris, who doesn’t seem terrible but she doesn’t really know him very well (lord capulet’s managed to convince everyone otherwise), plus also the whole thing about cardassians.

So the party ends, everyone goes and does whatever for a few hours, then to their quarters to get changed for the actual wedding, and this time focuses on everybody’s thoughts, which is a ton of mostly everyone having internal conflict.

Juliet: more conflict about respect to parents (marry paris) vs feelings (romeo being a nice guy she talked to for a while but he’s cardassian and also not Paris)

Romeo: pre established conflict of his feelings for juliet vs mercutio and benvolio’s arguments against it (also he doesn’t know juliet is the person he met or that she’s getting married to paris because he was just showing up for the fun of the party and the food, so he doesn’t have that conflict yet)

Lord Capulet: excited about the bride-price he’s going to get from Paris after a lot of negotiating and lying to him about Ferengi customs

Paris: NOT having doubts about this whole marriage thing because he’s the antagonist and he wants to be married to Juliet because he’s evil and a creep who wants to take advantage of her and so far he’s just played nice around Juliet to keep the marriage on. 

Nurse: Sensing the malicious intentions from Paris, and becoming a little worried, but changes her mind and tells herself she was just being silly, he’s a fine young man and she’s just excited about the wedding

Lady Capulet: totally been manipulated and lied to by Lord Capulet, she feels like there’s something off about everything but doesn’t want to speak up because she’s been drawn into the Ferengi belief that women are useless and nothing and inferior to men, and that if she doesn’t let Lord Capulet marry off her daughter, he won’t protect her anymore, and she won’t be able to fend for herself because she’s just a woman, no way could she get a job or anything without his help, and of course it’s probably just fine for Juliet to get married… right? She’s only 13… but she’s almost 14, so… it’s still not okay but it’s not like they have a choice? Lord Capulet’s been gaslighting her and it’s all very wrong.

Friar Lawrence: Not really thinking much or being conflicted, just pleasantly humming to himself as he cleans up the room after the party and starts getting everything set up for the wedding. He’s not sure about the morality of what’s going on, but so far as he’s concerned, all those short-lived species can figure out their own problems and everything will turn out alright in the end. If one of them is worried or needs advice they can come ask, but so long as everyone seems relatively fine, it isn’t really his business is it?

Benvolio and Mercutio: laughing about Romeo and his lovesick heart in their quarters, playfully making bets on how long it’ll be before he sees another pretty lady and forgets “that bajoran girl” just generally making fun of Romeo and stuff.

Rosaline: She’s going to be Juliet’s hero. Vulcans are logical and they suppress emotion, she wasn’t “having fun” at the party, she was analyzing all the situations and talking to people in a “friendly” manner to gather some final tidbits of information. Because Rosaline has been noticing little wrong things everywhere for a while. Lord Capulet says that Juliet and Paris are totally in love, can’t wait to be married, best friends, but has she seen them hanging out together? Never. Why is Lady Capulet so reserved and nervous all the time around Lord Capulet? Also suspicious. Paris is in his 20s while Juliet’s 13 going on 14?  She read through databases on human versus bajoran maturing, traditions, customs, ages of consent, etc. and that most certainly isn’t right either. Rosaline has come to the conclusion that whatever this marriage is, it shouldn’t be happening, and she’s going to try to rescue Juliet because all her logic points to that being the right thing to do.

Rosaline goes to Juliet and convinces Juliet to go on a walk with her, “calm the nerves before the big moment,” but actually wants to talk about everything with Juliet so they can make a plan for how to avoid her getting married to Paris. They end up talking about Romeo, and Rosaline advises Juliet that “he was in love with me yesterday, if you like him then fine by me, but take it slow and make sure he won’t run off with the next pretty girl he sees before you set your heart on him, the young man’s a fool.”

So far, Rosaline’s plan for avoiding the marriage is to have Rosaline pretend to be Juliet (like Thor pretending to be Freya) because Rosaline can keep a clearer head in the moment and can explain all of what she believes to be going on to the audience, and make sure none of the blame goes on to Juliet or Lady Capulet. While Rosaline does that, Juliet can hide somewhere else on the ship with a com link to Rosaline so she can hear what’s going on, and if it somehow backfires horribly, well they’ll figure that out in the moment and Rosaline will protect Juliet. Juliet isn’t sure about this idea, but right now there’s not enough time to think up a whole new plan. (Later: right when the “I do-s” are supposed to happen and Rosaline throws back the veil to begin her monologue, Tybalt attacks the ship and everything is put on hold to address that issue, leaving everyone wondering what’s going on. After they defeat him diplomatically or whatever, they decide to restart the wedding, and this time, Juliet steps up and adresses Paris directly and then Lord Capulet and stands up for herself and it’s all very well and good, but then there’s the aftermath to deal with– she stood up for herself in front of everyone, but what about later, when she might be alone?) the captain of the ship (hmm… the captain is the Prince, and he’s human because eh) […unfinished…]

Meanwhile at the end of the original party, Romeo learns from Friar Lawrence that Juliet is the lady he’s fallen in love with, and that she’s the one getting married to Paris. He runs off to Mercutio and Benvolio (again) accidentally catches them kissing (this is an older ship, sometimes the door system is faulty and allows people into the quarters without verbal confirmation from those inside, you need to explain that BEFORE this scene though) but he’s really oblivious and ignores that/doesn’t realize and just brushes it off without a thought and goes on to complain about stuff to them. (this is a comedic use of the faulty doors, you need a plot-central use of faulty doors at some later point)

[seunmong-in]

🌅Sunsets in Sydney🌅

Genre: Fluff, childhood best friend to lovers, Idol! Felix x Reader, Humor, slight cursing, she fell first but he fell harder. 

Words: 2.1k 

Summary: After being on tour for a whole year, Felix is finally back in Sydney for a well-deserved break. While he is ecstatic to be with his family again, there’s one person who he wants to see most. His childhood best friend and crush, Y/N. 

A/n: Okay, can I start this off by saying, Holy crap… Thank you to all who like or reblogged my first fanfic with Han!! ( click his name if you wanna read it ! ) I honestly thought it wasn’t that good since I wrote it in a very sleep-deprived state, lol. But y’all proved me wrong🥹❤️‍🩹 That said, I hope you guys also like this story with Felix! Like always, if you have any feedback or want to make a special request just DM me!! Here’s also my latest one with Seungmin as well 🫶🏼

P.S Does anyone else have “that’s not very nice” stuck in their head too?

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365 days. 

That's how long Felix has been away from the place he calls home. And no, he doesn't mean his actual home back in Sydney. He means being away from his childhood best friend, Y/n. 

Felix and Y/n have been best friends since grade school. They have always been there for each other, from performing in talent shows to caring for each other when one falls ill. They are like two peas in a pod; wherever one goes, the other is sure to follow.

On the day Felix had to tell Y/n that he was leaving Sydney to become an idol in Korea, he broke down crying. He was worried that being thousands of miles away from his closest friend would strain their relationship. As he was about to board the plane, he turned around to see Y/n waving goodbye to him with tears streaming down her face, and he couldn't help but cry, too.

Surprisingly, Felix and Y/n's friendship didn't end after that day. Instead, their bond grew even stronger. Y/N would constantly update Felix through text or calls, sharing the details of her day and making sure he didn't miss out on anything important. While Felix enjoyed receiving these updates, what he loved most was the pictures his mom would send him of Y/n with his family on small family trips. Seeing her smile and taking selfies with his sisters always warmed his heart.

He had already surpassed the stage of simply developing feelings for Y/n. Felix adored her. He loved her. Whenever he watched a video of a couple on TikTok or Instagram, he imagined how to recreate the same videos with Y/n by his side. His heart skipped when Y/n surprised him at one of his earlier concerts with Olivia and Hannah, Chan's sister. The memory of her dancing his part of God's Menu while Hannah danced Chan's part on the big screen was something he would never forget. Since that night, Felix had been planning to confess his love to Y/n, and he decided to do it under the sunset in Sydney.

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Under the hot summer sun, Felix's freckled face is lit up with a big smile as his family rushes to greet him. Olivia is the first to embrace him, screaming, "Oh my God, do you even know how I miss you, Lix?!"

Felix laughed, embracing his youngest sister and repeating, "I miss you more." He noticed that Olivia had grown a bit since the last time he saw her and that her hair was now dyed at the ends. Noticing her brother staring at her hair, Olivia mentioned that Y/N did it a few days ago at one of their usual girls' nights. His mom and dad were the next two to hug him tightly, with his mom shedding a few happy tears.

"I say this every time, but I am so happy to have my baby back home."

Felix wraps his arms around his mom, hugging her as he says, "I am happy to be back home to Mom."

Felix was sitting in the back of a car, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of Y/n. He was waiting for her message, asking if he had reached home safely, but he had yet to receive any message from her. Although this was unusual, he assumed she might be busy.

Suddenly, Olivia abruptly interrupts Felix's train of thought, "So, are you finally going to ask Y/n to be your girlfriend while you're here, or are we still sticking to the whole 'she's just my best friend' excuse?" The unexpected question catches Felix off guard. His face turns red with embarrassment as his mother turns her head around from the passenger seat, waiting for a response.

Avoiding eye contact with his mother and sister, Felix clears his throat, allowing himself to find the right words.

"Um.. what makes you think I even have feelings for her?"

Olivia stares at her older brother, scolding him with his earlier response, "Felix be so fucking for real right now. It's obvious you have feelings for Y/n. You look at her as if she is your whole world, your face lights up with a smile whenever she texts you, and you always seem to find a way to talk about her when we talk on the phone. If that doesn't scream, "I am in love with my best friend," then I don't know what does. Oh, and before you go and argue with me about this, even the boys agree that you are completely strung up on her. So do us all a favor and tell her how you feel, will you?"

Felix sighs as he looks up to see his sister's gaze. He knew he had to come clean now before his plans got ruined. 

"Have I mentioned how much I dislike you sometimes, Liv?"

"Yeah, but I'm your favorite sister, so start spilling before I call Hyunjin and have him tell Y/n to you." 

During the last five minutes of their car ride, Felix confided in his family about his plan to ask Y/n out when they reached the house. He made them promise not to say anything to Y/n about his plan since he wanted to create a memorable and private moment between them.

As Felix's father pulled into the driveway, Felix noticed Y/n's car parked across the street. His heart raced as he jumped out of the car, ignoring his mother's yelling about not going inside yet. 

Felix barges through the main door and stops when he sees the handmade "Welcome Home Lixie" banner that Y/n was struggling to put up. He chuckles softly and leans by the living room doorway, watching as she gets on her tiptoes to hook the string onto the nail.

"You know, I could've helped you put up the banner, sunshine if you would've waited a little longer."

Y/n turns around to find Felix smirking. Blushing, she runs to him and hugs him. He hugs her back, lifting her up and spinning her around.

Trying not to cry on his shoulders, Y/n ever so softly whispers, "You have no idea how much I missed your hugs, Lix."

"Me too, sunshine, it's been way too long."

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After returning home and having dinner early, Felix went upstairs to his room. There, he discovered a welcome-home basket in the center of his bed. The basket contained his favorite candies, face masks, a small chicken plushie, and gift cards to his preferred places. Felix smiled, realizing that it was a gift from Y/n. She was always the type to spoil others with gifts, even if it was a small occasion. Looking through the gifts in the basket, he heard a soft knock on the door, and Y/n walked in. When Felix looked up at her, they locked eyes for the second time that day. Time seemed to come to a standstill, and after a while, Y/n was the first to break the silence.

"I hope you like it; I saw it on Tiktok late last night and thought I should make you one."

"I love it a lot; thank you, sunshine." 

He gives her a soft smile and motions for her to sit with him on the bed. She walks over and sits beside him, watching him unwrap more gifts. Y/n can't help but laugh as Felix brings the chicken plushie up to his face, jokingly asking, "Do you think it looks like me?"

"As much as I want to say yes, I feel like I am going betray BbokAri, so I must lie and say no."

Felix and Y/n laugh as Felix places the plushie back on the shelf behind him. The room lights up in a golden hue, indicating the sun is about to set. Without wasting more time, Felix takes Y/n's hand and leads her out of his room and towards his car.

"Lix, what are you doing? Where are we going?"

"I was hoping we could watch the sunset together again, just like we did as kids. It's been quite some time since the last time we did, and let's face it, we're not getting any younger. Before we know it, we'll be as old as old man Chan."

""I'm going to tell him you said that," she says, laughing as she follows him to his car. They both jump in and drive to the nearby beach.

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As the car pulled onto the sandy shore, Felix practically flew out of his side to open the door for Y/n. She beamed with delight as she stepped out, feeling the warm sand under her toes. Felix swiftly closed the car door and took her hand, leading her towards the beach. The sky was ablaze with a breathtaking display of pink and orange hues as the sun descended below the horizon.

"I forgot how pretty the sunset could be when you can see the reflection on the water."

"I know, but it's even prettier with you beside me," Felix responds. 

Y/n stands before Felix, unsure if he is joking or serious. He chuckles as she becomes flustered.

"You know that's not very nice."

"What isn't sunshine?"

"You saying that to me and not explaining what you mean," Y/n states as she turns away from him. 

Felix grabs Y/n by her waist and spins her, holding her close. Y/n's face flushes a deep shade of pink as she catches her breath. They've been close for years, but something feels different about this moment. There's a palpable tension in the air, a feeling of unspoken love that's hard to ignore. Felix looks deep into Y/n's eyes, examining how the sun's warm glow illuminates them. The sound of waves crashing against the shore adds to the moment's magic. Fighting the urge to kiss her immediately, Felix takes a deep breath as he stares into her eyes. 

"Do you remember why I decided to return home for a break instead of staying in the dorms with the boys?" Puzzled by his random question, Y/n nods her head, looking back into his dark brown eyes. 

"Of course I do. It was because you wanted to be with your family since you were homesick, Lix."

"You're right. But there's something important that I need to tell you, something that should've been said from the very beginning. Y/n, I like you. I'm in love with you. I love you so much that it hurts not to have you by my side most days or even to call you mine. The night before I left Sydney, I intended to confess my feelings to you, but I knew it was bad timing since I was leaving, and I didn't want to end our friendship. So, I kept it to myself for years. However, seeing you with Liv and Hannah at our concert earlier this year, dancing and singing to our songs, made me realize that what I felt for you was more than just a simple grade school crush. Y/n, I'd be lying if I said you weren't the person I want to spend the rest of my life with because I do. I want you to be mine, my only sunshine. And if you don't feel the same way, I understand..."

Felix was toward the end of his sentence when Y/n suddenly cut him off by pressing her lips against his. It was a bold move, but she had been crushing on Felix for what felt like an eternity and couldn't hold back any longer. When they finally pulled away, Felix looked at Y/n with a knowing smile, pressing his forehead on hers. In a very soft voice, Felix finally finishes his sentence. 

"I cannot imagine spending a single day without you by my side anymore. Will you do me the greatest honor of all and be mine forever?

""Until forever stops existing, my love."

[coolshadowtwins]

SVSSS fanfic premise that I think about sometimes, without every gaining an actual plot to it-

SQQ(SY), post canon, gets sad that YQY doesn’t know that SJ is dead. He really really wants to tell him, even if it’s against the rules, and so asks the system if he can tell two people the truth. Only two! (Two because there is no way that he would be telling YQY his secrets and not LBH)

He is then told by the system that he could bring SJ’s soul back, if he wanted. Like… what? Why didn’t you tell him sooner? Like years sooner?!

System: ….you didn’t ask.

So he gets permission to tell LBH and YQY. He has a nice emotional moment with LBH, like you do, and then goes to tell the sect leader. I wrote part of that here, but that’s all I’m probably going to write lol

I don’t have much else to this, except the part that makes me laugh the most- to get SJ’s soul back, SQQ has to do a complicated ritual with the system or something IDK. It’s completely doable, but it’s incredibly difficult, and SQH has to be apart of it. The system never wanted SQH to be apart of it- this was always supposed to be a SQQ thing, but SQQ wanted his bro’s help here!

Because SQH is there, however. The ritual is to bring back the OG goods, and SQQ is now not the only one that fits that bill. When the lights die down, who’s standing there except both SJ and the OG!Shang Qinghua?!

(YQY wasn’t told that SQH was also a transmigrater, and is just standing there, really confused and really betrayed and really wanting to go run over to SJ)

But OGSQH doesn’t have a life in this world, technically, so he’s technically from PIDW. He’s from after his death, and is incredibly jumpy in a way that a feral rodent is. Which is different that a feral cat! Because that’s what SJ is being right now, having both his memories up until his death in SVSSS as well as his death in PIDW.

YQY is the only one that can get even a little close with getting stabbed, but it’s still not enough. LBH had to leave the room immediately. SQQ and SQH are yelling at the system while OGSQH is trying to get out of the locked room with any means necessary.

I don’t have anything further than this. What do they tell everyone else? Does Mobei Jun get two rodent peak lords for the price of one, after a nice arc of OGSQH calming down about the whole ‘your alternative self killed me after I might have sorta kinda betrayed him!’ Thing? Does YQY ever tell SJ about their past, or will SQQ blurt it out to just get it over with? (Oh, maybe SJ admits that he swallows YQY’s sword shards to kill himself and that’s what causes YQY to break down and tell him. Or maybe that just causes YQY to avoid him out of grief for days, and ultimately makes SJ feel like he’s been abandoned?)

Mall these questions and more will never be answered! Sorry lol

[ineffable-xenanigans]

In secret

My contribution to week 15 of the Ineffable Prompt-A-Thon by @ineffablyruined is actually a call for help: what secrets lie within Aziraphale’s trousers? In other words: what kind of undergarments does our angel usually wear? Please let me know your thoughts!

The illustration I’m working on is for my upcoming smutty fanfic, A Mouthful of Blessings (I posted this teaser yesterday hehe). In the fic, I described his underwear as:

Old-fashioned

Loose-fitting

…that’s it

Well, I suppose I also wrote that he’s nude from the waist up in this situation, so something like a onesie or a union suit wouldn’t work lol

I’ve been looking at all sorts of historical underwear and I really can’t decide! So I thought I’d try to crowdsource this hehe.

Oh, and I guess I’m looking for something masc, but please do feel free to ✨tempt✨ me with some fem vintage underpinnings, I can always file those away for future reference 👀

Tag list (let me know if you wanna be added!)

@snognes @naturallyteal @eybefioro @ineffablyruined @ineffably-queer-book-lover

🎨 only: @good-omens-gallery

🌶 only: @goodomensafterdark

[muniimyg]

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ bbydaddy!jk (16) ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ debrief ! + kimi's note

hi !

i've gotten a few asks in my inbox regarding part 16 that (i feel) lean towards negativity @ babydaddy!oc.

as much as i appreciate interactions,, it surprised me with how it (my work) was received. i understand that everyone has their own opinions, but some of the asks come off more as a vent/hateful pov,,

and listen,,, i get that this is a fanfic LOL

but the reason i'm making this a post is that, truthfully, i don't want to (individually) answer these asks. i've spent the past few days reflecting on the feedback i was given and the chapter itself... i've concluded that i’m all abt conversation (!!!) but don’t think these asks lead the ones i want to have on my blog. i also don't want to share them because i feel that these opinions undermine the experience of other readers who enjoyed and resonate with the chapter.

at the same time, i also don’t want them to go unaddressed because these are real ppl who spent time and sent thoughts in. one way or another, i believe my work resonated with u and the most i could ever really ask for as a writer is to write something that makes people feel.

so to those anons that sent in these asks, i want u to know i that i’ve let your thoughts sit with me and i think you made good points. in that same sense, i want to defend my work and explain a few things..

context:

full bbydaddy timeline (as of 16)

bbydaddy was originally meant to be a one time scenario

upon request, i extended the series multiple times

since the series extended,, in terms of plot,, i took as an opportunity to dig deeper into their dynamic (as a family, as lovers, and as individuals)

one: bbydaddy!jk and bbydaddy!oc's lore

first and foremost,,, there are no sides.

there are layers to their relationship. both characters go through and process differently. oc's experiences should not be invalidated just because her emotions are voiced 'wrong.' the career and the depth of it can and should be looked from different point of views. though i didn't write it in, i personally pictured oc to be the eldest daughter in her household. the constant need to be the best is a natural feeling for her and isn't necessarily seen as a flaw through jk's eyes. if anything, she believes in him more than he believes in himself. in her pov,, that's how she loves him. she wants more for him because she believes he deserves more and that he's worth more. it wasn't meant to be a 'greedy' attribute but i understand where it initially comes off as that.

all in all, i think this is one of my very few fics where i picked her flaws on purpose and wrote some in by accident. as a writer, i thought this brought more authenticity in her character as well as sparked the ongoing questions of; what does it really mean to love someone and how much of yourself can you give until there's nothing left? and when there's nothing left; what then? do you pick the pieces together? do you learn and move forward or do you stay where you are and feel it. feel everything and drown in it so you don't miss a thing?

i think oc's character dives into those concepts really well. initially, as i read the asks and 'reviews' on oc,, i felt bad for her (LOL) because truly... she's so misunderstood.

as for jk... i think that man is delusional to the core. but !!! that's my error. i think in the beginning,, bbydaddy jk has this... douche-ness in him that really captures and captivates their dynamic. over time, as the story goes on, you see how fragile he actually is and how pathetic he can get. him proposing to oc was 1) bad timing 2) inconsiderate since he was definitely in his own headspace for thinking and putting his feelings first 3) jus for the drama. LOL !

all in all, i don't think jk did anything wrong (neither did oc) i jus think their relationship is the sole definition of timeless but untimely.

two: asks and anons

please don’t send in asks that bring negative vibes. if u don’t like a character (it’s ok to feel frustrated and all) u can jus move on. no need to send in 'fuck her' if its not in an ironic way 😭 be mindful and remember ur manners. jus cos u’re on anon doesn’t mean u’re held any less accountable !

if u have nothing nice to say,, don’t say it at all. i may not be ur fave writer and this may not be ur fave character or fic ….

and that’s ok.

u are probably not my fave reader anyway 😝

i am not the only smau writer on this app or fic writer at that. i'd encourage u to branch out and find new writers if my characters frusterate u so much (ToT)"

i love receiving silly asks and heartfelt ones even more so when they’re abt my plot and are positive notes regarding my writing! i look forward to those because they remind me of my growth and make me feel appreciated. these fics and smau i make take time btw. like... lots! unfortunately, i'm not talented enough to wake up and write a fic all the way through the end in 1-3 sittings. i need like 5 business days to figure out which jk pic i'm using bro

anon will be turned off for my peace of mind (for now). ikkk it's annoying bc most of u guys are so kind and sweet ,, but it feels like every time i turn it back on,, ppl get ballsy and like srsly???

i am scared of balls

three: kimi's note

at the end of the day, i’m jus a girl writing a silly little story in her free time!

did u catch that? in my free time. the time i put into sitting down, writing, fixing and pacing plots, etc; are all unpaid. i do this because i want to share my creativity and delusions. with that, as a fic writer, i understand and have accepted that there are times when i should feed into the audience/readers' expectations and needs...

and that’s exactly it.

i get to pick and choose what to feed into, what i give out, and what i keep.

with being on tumblr for 4yrs, i've seen so many fic writers leave bitter notes because of how nasty their asks inbox gets. (thankfully, mine is nothing like that) i will not let my inbox become that. i refuse to let my blog and fics burn me out.

i’ve grown so much as a writer over the years. i'm so proud of myself too. yet, i am aware and understand that i am still continuing to learn abt what boundaries i need/have when it comes to my work. i am learning what that means with my social media presence. i am learning how to not let passive/negative asks bother me. i am learning.

if u've been following me long enough, u know how often i take breaks to take care of my mental health, school/work schedule, and maintain/improve my quality of fics.

to be honest, i was really hurt and discouraged when anons gave their 2 cents with my break idea. i posted that to communicate where my headspace was and to have received entitled and inconsiderate responses really threw me off. although, i understand it may not be that serious to the ones that sent it in and i (probably am) overreacting,, i would still like to put it out in the universe that i am not okay with receiving responses like those. please think before you send in. some things are better left unsaid and often unnecessary as it makes me feel like i'm jus a content machine or smt.

and in case u forgot— 

i am a real human with feelings (sometimes with too many).

i'm thankful to have realized and accepted my (known) boundaries. i'm grateful for the confidence and security i have with my wonderful readers and work, knowing that i'm worth the wait.

i know i can and will be taking all the breaks i want. i will binge/content dump all i want. i will take 2 weeks if i want.

through all of this,, i promise to do my best and be better in the future !

if u read everything,, thank u. i wanted to say everything from a place of love and reflection,, so i appreciate u taking the time to understand me. i hope i continue to be a writer u look forward to.

promise ! i'll make u proud ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა

all the love,

kimi ♡

[trashywritestrash]

On the Subject of Love

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x Reader

Word Count: 584

Warnings: None, just a short lil thing for Valentine's!

A/N: The card and response poems are from Thomas Richardson’s “Gentleman’s Valentine Writer” which wasn’t actually published until 1828, but I needed ideas okay? Also, I wrote this while Bridgerton was still in the lead in the poll lol

gif by fifty5hades

For as long as you could remember, Anthony Bridgerton had always sworn that he was not in want of a wife. Therefore, you were not expecting to receive anything from him as Valentine's Day approached. This is where you were proven wrong.

The day came, and with it came a bouquet of flowers and a card from the Viscount himself. In your sitting room was a breathtaking bunch of burgundy musk roses. The color was meant to represent simplicity and beauty, meanwhile the rose variety stated that Anthony found you to be charming. You picked up the card, but before you could read it, your mother entered the room.

Spotting the obvious floral arrangement, your mother spoke up, "Those are lovely, dear! Which gentleman sent them?"

"Viscount Bridgerton sent them," A small smile graced your features as you gazed upon the flowers. "I must admit, I did not think him to be interested in me. Father only introduced us at the start of the season."

"That is plenty of time for him to grow attached. Don't fret, my love. He only sent flowers, as any good suitor should. It is not as if he is proposing marriage." Your mother chuckled lightly before she noticed the card in your hand, "Oh, he sent a valentine as well? Now that is bold. What does it say?"

The card itself did not feature the same hand drawn images as other cards may, but it was embellished with an elegant gold overlay and floral embossing. The writing was clearly done by hand, but carefully in order to remain legible.

As I wander'd about 'tother day full of thought, With the subject of love I was very much caught: Whether best to live single, or best with a wife; I assure you within me was terrible strife. Thinks I to myself, one is stupid alone, And I'm sure I have read, "two is better than one;" So a wife I have fixed on, that wife shall be you, If it please you, and I will be constant and true.

You felt a heat rush to your cheeks as you read the card. Unable to voice the words aloud, you gave the card to your mother so she could read it herself. Her eyes widened as she took in the meaning of the words. "Alright, he implies marriage! However, this is not a proper proposal. He may be a viscount, but Mr. Bridgerton must ask for your hand officially."

With that, your mother left the room, most likely on a mission to inform your father about the viscount's card. Her absence gave you a moment to stare at the message and ponder your emotions. Truly, you could not say that you were in love with Anthony Bridgerton. You did not know him well enough for that yet. But, it was not as if you felt nothing toward him. His words caused your heart to flutter within your chest, filled with glee at the thought of the viscount having an interest in you.

In little time, you had gathered the materials required to make a valentine of your own. Surely, it would be rude to send no response to his lovely prose. And surely you could send it without your parents reading it first.

"To be constant and true"--your promise is fair, And I with your lines am quite smit I declare; So I, at your word, take you, and send you this line, To say I rejoice to be your Valentine.

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[anarchy-and-piglins]

Hey so uh how does one actually go about watching dsmp lore??? I tried watching it in full once from a big ass yt playlist that was meant to have all the important stuff but it was loads of giant long vods that I don't have the attention span for with tiny amounts of relevent lore and I didn't make it very far. I'm assuming ur not supposed to watch it like a show, right??? Like you don't have to watch literally everything that happened???? I could probably just cherrypick some important+interesting plot points and watch them in a vague order????? How do you people do this

Ah yes, DSMP lore, the forever discussion. I'll be honest, it's not easy to get into the DSMP lore because you have a bunch of different POVs that cover a bunch of different plot lines and events, and at least some of this is lost media (streams were not always archived so there are big chunks of people's POVs missing).

I agree that trying to watch ALL of it (all POVs, all storylines) is not a good approach. What is a good approach might be subjective, but here's my personal advice for the best way to experience the DSMP canon as a latecomer:

1 - Pick a specific POV and start with that

A lot easier than trying to watch all in one go or even cherry-picking 'important events' is to pick one specific person's POV and try to watch all of that. You can use a CC whose style you mash with. Personally, I would highly recommend Techno's POV not because I'm biased (though I am) but because he's one of the few CC who has a convenient playlist with all his streams, so you get a complete experience. He also was reasonably involved in a lot of 'bigger' events without streaming daily to the point it gets overwhelming to backwatch his POV. The downside of his POV is you'll miss the pre-Pogtopia stuff, but you can use his POV as a starting point to decide what other CC you'd want to see their POVs of, or watch more POVs of a specific event AFTER you've experienced it within the canon timeline. I do not recommend watching them in a vague order to start out though, I do feel you'd significantly lose the impact of the story.

2 - Yes, you have to watch the giant long vods (kinda)

Yes, the dsmp has a lot of random long 'filler' vods in between big events, but that filler often does build characters and makes you attached to them, so I don't really think skipping them completely and only watching compilations of big events is really going to give you a good experience. People also drop surprise background info in the vods sometimes, there's roleplay beyond just the Big Events (tm). At the very least, you should skim the large vods or maybe play them in the background while doing something else. If you pick a CC you really like, their long vods won't feel like a chore (again, Techno is great for this since he's so entertaining imo).

3 - But also you don't HAVE to watch the long vods (or anything)

On the other hand, the upside of the multiple POV thing is that you don't really like, have to experience everybody's POV. It's okay (and part of the true dsmp experience) to miss out on stuff. I never got into Kinoko Kingdom, I never got into Karl's whole time travel thing, I know very little about Puffy or Ponk or even Eret. You can just stick to your chosen POV and even if that's all you ever invest in, you got yourself a lovely little story to follow. Do not feel the pressure of needing to partake in EVERY plot line or character because I don't think there are many dsmp fans wo have done that and had a good time lol.

4 - You can get your lore from other sources

If you do want to know more about specific events, characters, dynamics, etc and don't want to watch a million POVs, there's really no shame in getting your lore from other sources. Fanart, fanfic, animatics, the wiki, transcripts or lore analysis fans wrote, etc. My only advice is to stay mindful that fans are biased and in the dsmp fandom specifically some people get really fanon-y with their interpretations, so keep that in the back of your mind. Try to take everything with a grain of salt or not just listen to the stans of one character, because they might be misrepresenting canon lol.

I'm not a big fan of a lot of the compilation videos that try to condense the entire dsmp because they often seem super biased to one character and you lose all the charm of the multi-pov approach, hence why I don't advise them as, like, the 'main' or 'first' way to get into dsmp. BUT if you already watched your chosen blorbo's POV and you just want to get some more bite-sized content on one specific event or character, some compilation videos can be nice. Just, again, be aware that you're losing at least SOME context and seeing a very condensed version.

If you want to partake in any kind of lore analysis or discussion for the love of god make sure you got your canon facts straight bc I'm so sick of people bringing fanon/heacanons into actual lore posts- -gets shot-

5 - Just find somebody who is mentally ill /j

In the same vein as 'it's okay to get your lore from other sources', other sources can be 'a random dude on tumblr'. There's a ton of people who are still very passionate about specific characters/lore from the dsmp or the dsmp as a whole, and who probably are more than willing to talk about their favs and lay out the lore for you. I know I certainly need only minimal encouragement to yap about c!Techno and his lore and his relationships for HOURS, and I'm knowledgeable about canon dsmp lore in general, so even if it's not about c!Techno I don't mind answering questions. Curious about a specific character/event/lore thing? Just ask somebody. It's free, it's quick, it's going to make a mentally ill person's day /hj

Again with this one I do advise keeping in mind that some people are biased and might confuse fanon with canon (I'm reasonably good at not doing that, I'd say, but I am a little biased towards c!Techno to some degree probably), and I'd only advise doing it after you've already watched your chosen POV at least for a little while and only use it to get extra info or other perspectives. Unless you wanna ask somebody to lay out like, THE ENTIRE LORE of the server which seems kinda silly. But I bet you'd still find somebody who is willing to do that (sombody is me).

Sorry for yapping so much lol

[nerdee-blondee]

*i ramble about solavelyan again*

i'm currently going through my 19388 playthrough of DAI and listening to THAT ONE YouTube video of all the party banter in the game (thanks DanaDuchy) and i made the realization that solas (and i suppose a lot of the dalish elves) have a real certain contempt for the human race (and understandably so but let me ramble):

towards dwarves, solas seems curious and regards them with a certain pity. he doesn't know much of anything when it comes to them so a lot of his banter with varric is him asking questions of dwarven history. and he is sorry that the dwarves seemingly "lost their way" and feels for them (much to varric's confusion LOL)

towards qunari, he seems to have more vitriol towards the actual qun than to the people. his conversations with bull show that he despises the idea of the religion. "freedom is preferable to mindless obedience to the qun". also, if bull becomes tal-vashoth, solas talks with him warmly and comforts him in a time of great change in his life.

now with humans? it seems that anytime solas has the opportunity to disparage at humanity, he'll take it (what an ass LOL). my favorite bit of any party banter is when varric and solas are making wise cracks about "cleaning up another human mess". solas responds "what would the inquisition do without our stabilizing influence" and varric jokes "i'd assume they'd just start burning things" and he replies, "that does sound like most humans i know".

NOW people might take this as "OH SOLAS IS A RACIST ASSHOLE BLAH BLAH BLAH" but I personally don't see it as malicious per say, just highly critical of humanity. also, he's NEVER rude or mean to a human inquisitor (and I also like to differentiate between real life and fiction and not treat stories with my same morality in a real world setting because it's fiction)

THIS particular point is why i really like to ship solavelyan! solas falling in love with a human, a race he perceived as "brutish" and "short sighted", a human inquisitor can make him realize how he is the one being short sighted. a human inquisitor who is curious about all the knowledge he has, whether it from the fade or from elven history, would endear him to this human whose race has often left A LOT to be desired. and also, having such adoration for a human inquisitor would reflect his own ideas back on to him. he would need to unpack that perhaps not all of humanity are as terrible as the few who have been reprehensible in all of history.

*sigh* if i wrote fanfic i would be keeping the solavelyan tag alive and fed but alas i am not a writer, so i will keep my love for them to random ramble posts here on tumblr <3

[melrosing]

is there evidence other than the Weirwood dream that Jaime will wield Widow's Wail?

the weirwood dream is a very strong hint but in this particular instance I think the most conspicuous evidence comes from outside the text itself lmao..... in fact two really stupid ass sources that I would never usually credit for anything but in THIS case....

gurm's livejournal suvudu cage matches for Jaime

yes im serious. for the uninitiated, grrm wrote a series of fanfic in which Jaime fights a variety of fantasy characters for a pan fandom bracket suvudu cage match series, u may have heard of the one in which Jaime slaughters Hermione Granger bc i for one will never stop talking about it. anyway it's not mentioned in that one, but in this journal entry (where Jaime fights a trial of seven), grrm equips Jaime with widow's wail.

now literally why would he do that if Jaime won't one day wield WW. there are plenty of other swords he could have given him. why not Oathkeeper, the blade that has actually passed through his hand?? but grrm didn't even have to mention what sword it was in the first place, he doesn't when Jaime attacks Hermione lol. so it seems to me that grrm is treating Jaime wielding WW as a foregone conclusion.

the fuckin show

Jaime wields widow's wail in the show. like in grrm's blog, his suddenly taking up the sword goes entirely unremarked upon (like does anyone mention this at any point whatsoever), so functionally there was no need to give Jaime the sword. it is nothing more than a visual easter egg, and the writers don't even seem to know what they want you to think when you notice it.

however they did understand at some point in the making of the series that the two swords were meant to represent something big. the first episode of S4 literally opens to an extended sequence of Tywin overseeing the making of oathkeeper and widow's wail, with music playing in the background etc etc.... like the episode is literally CALLED Two Swords. I could juuust about say ok sure write off the opening scene as a symbolic moment in which the Lannisters melt down the Stark legacy, but that doesn't explain why they'd also name the episode Two Swords. I think like everything else the writers knew this meant something once but didn't know how to follow through and didn't care to. there's a weirdly similar example in their using the (abridged) Maggy the Frog prophecy as the prologue to their opening episode of S5, where once again you are given the impression that something of great import is being conveyed that will have huge implications for the rest of the story.... but no when it comes to Tommen's death, Dany's arrival, Cersei's demise etc, it isn't even mentioned.

so, needless to say. they do this. the show is a really bad source for most asoiaf analysis, but you can induce the odd detail even despite poor execution, and sometimes (as in this case) because of poor execution. there was no need to charge these swords with import if you're only going to stick one of them in the character's hand as an unremarked upon easter egg.

so in summary yeah if the actual symbolism within the text isn't enough, I think grrm's blog and that show are bizarrely effective sources

[oldiesstationlover11607]

hii!! i have a fanfic req for uuu

reader is a bandito who is not very fond of Clancy; she always points out the holes in his plans purely out of spite. The two of them bicker a lot; she hates when he comes around and tends to mock him; he does the same back. One day in particular, however, the reader goes too far in their argument, and Clancy tells her to meet in his tent and that they’ll sort it out later. When the reader goes to meet him later that night, they argue back and forth for a bit…you’ll never guess how they sort things out. (smut!!!)

i hope you like it!! feel free to change things up if you’d like to 🫶

—🐇

Button Pushing - Clancy x Reader - Smut

Warnings: kind of softer less graphic smut bc i just wrote something crazy lol

Word Count: 3938

A/N: 😏

The campfire crackled and popped, its warmth a small comfort against the chill of the night air. Shadows danced across the rugged landscape of Trench, the flickering light casting eerie shapes on the tents and barrels scattered around the clearing. The aroma of smoke mixed with the scent of leather and gunpowder, filling my lungs with a familiar sense of danger and excitement. My fellow outlaws lounged around the fire, trading stories and laughter, but I remained on the outskirts, nursing a bottle of whiskey and brooding.

And there was Clancy, strutting around like he owned the place, all swagger and charm. I could barely stand to watch him. He was the so-called mastermind of our little bandit crew, and it irked me to no end. I hated how he thought he was so clever, always playing the part of the fearless leader, with his dark hair falling into his eyes and that infuriating smirk plastered on his face. But what I hated most was how he seemed to thrive on my criticisms.

“Seriously, Clancy?” I called out, forcing my voice over the crackling flames. I leaned against a weathered barrel, arms crossed defiantly over my chest. “That’s the best you could come up with? You’re asking us to charge into a well-armed city with nothing but your brilliant ideas?”

He turned to me, that smug grin spreading wider. “Oh, come on! Don’t be such a buzzkill. My plan is flawless—if you’d just stop nitpicking every single detail, maybe we could actually get something done.”

I rolled my eyes, unable to suppress a snicker. “Flawless? You mean like the time you thought it’d be smart to leave camp for a night and we nearly got caught by vultures?”

“That was a minor setback!” he shot back, his voice rising slightly as the tension between us escalated. “You act like I’m the only one who ever makes mistakes!”

“Your mistakes get people killed!” I spat, feeling my anger flare. “You think you’re some kind of genius, but all you are is a lucky fool.”

A hush fell over the group, and I could feel the eyes of the others on us, waiting for Clancy’s response. I could see the frustration boiling beneath his calm facade, and it almost made me feel a twinge of guilt. Almost.

“Fine,” he said, his tone suddenly icy. “Why don’t we settle this later? Meet me in my tent when the moon is high. We’ll sort it out then.”

I narrowed my eyes, crossing my arms tighter. “What makes you think I’d want to have a conversation with you?”

“Because you’re the one who’s too stubborn to back down.” His smirk returned, a glimmer of challenge in his eyes. “Unless you’re scared?”

I scoffed, flipping my hair back defiantly. “Scared? Please. I’ll be there.”

As the night wore on, the embers of the fire faded into darkness, and I felt a flutter of anticipation mixed with irritation in my stomach. What was the point of meeting him? This was just another chance to bicker, to prove my superiority in the face of his foolishness. And yet, part of me couldn’t shake the thrill of confrontation.

When the moon finally hung high in the sky, casting its silvery light across the camp, I made my way to Clancy’s tent. The fabric fluttered softly in the evening breeze, and I hesitated for a moment, my heart racing. I took a deep breath and pushed through the flap, stepping into the dimly lit space.

Clancy stood with his back to me, his silhouette outlined by the lantern light. For a brief moment, I was struck by the way the shadows danced across his broad shoulders. “You came,” he said, turning to face me, his voice low and steady.

“Of course I did. I’m not the one who needs to explain himself,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady despite the sudden tension in the air.

“Then let’s talk.” He stepped closer, his expression serious, but I could still see the mischief lurking in his eyes. “You think you’re so clever, pointing out my flaws, but maybe you’re just avoiding your own.”

I opened my mouth to retort, but the words caught in my throat as he closed the distance between us, invading my personal space. The heat radiating from him was palpable, and for a moment, the bickering seemed to fade into the background.

“Admit it,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You enjoy this. You enjoy pushing my buttons.”

“Maybe I do,” I shot back defiantly, even as my heart raced. “But it’s not my fault you make it so easy.”

His lips curled into a wicked grin. “Is that so? Then why don’t we push each other’s buttons a little harder?”

Before I could respond, he grabbed my wrist, pulling me closer, and my breath hitched. There was a sudden spark of electricity between us, a tension that simmered just beneath the surface of our constant bickering.

“Clancy, wait—” I began, but the words were lost as he crashed his lips against mine, his kiss fierce and demanding. My mind went blank, and I melted against him, the fight slipping away as desire took over.

He pulled back slightly, his breath warm against my cheek. “See? Not so bad, is it?”

I laughed breathlessly, both annoyed and exhilarated. “This isn’t fair! You can’t just kiss me to win an argument!”

“Maybe not, but I think it’s working,” he said, smirking again, that infuriatingly charming smile playing on his lips. “Let’s sort out the rest of this tension, shall we?”

My heart raced as I leaned back into him, the previous anger replaced by something much more intense. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, ready to explore this new dynamic between us.

“Fine,” I murmured against his lips, my breath hitching again as his hands roamed my waist. “But don’t think this means I’m going to stop calling you out on your stupid plans.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he whispered, crashing his lips against mine again, deeper this time. The kiss ignited a fire within me, and I pressed my body against his, feeling the hard planes of his chest and the warmth radiating off him.

The tent felt smaller, the air thick with unspoken words and heated glances. I fisted my hands in the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, our mouths moving together in a rhythm that felt as natural as breathing. Every argument we had ever shared faded into the background, replaced by the intense heat of the moment.

“God, you drive me crazy,” I gasped, breaking the kiss for a moment, my cheeks flushed. “Why do you have to be so infuriating?”

“Maybe I like it,” he said, his voice low and teasing, brushing a stray hair behind my ear. “Maybe I like pushing your buttons just as much as you enjoy pushing mine.”

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help the smile that crept onto my face. “You’re impossible!”

“Impossible to resist, maybe.” His eyes darkened with mischief, and I could feel my pulse quickening as he stepped closer, our bodies barely an inch apart.

He leaned in again, kissing me deeply, and my heart raced as I melted into him. I forgot about our arguments, our differences, and the constant push and pull of our rivalry. All that mattered was the way his hands gripped my waist, the way his mouth moved against mine, igniting a hunger I hadn’t known I possessed.

“Clancy,” I murmured against his lips, breathless. “What are we doing?”

“Something we should’ve done a long time ago,” he replied, his voice thick with desire. He leaned in closer, capturing my lips again, and I surrendered to the heat, my body pressing against his as the world outside the tent faded away.

He lifted me effortlessly, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling the solid strength of him beneath me. I could barely catch my breath as he backed me against the tent wall, his hands exploring the curve of my back, igniting every nerve in my body.

I gasped as he trailed kisses down my neck, each brush of his lips sending shivers through me. “You’re always so tense,” he murmured, his breath warm against my skin. “Let me help you relax.”

“Relaxing isn’t exactly my strong suit,” I replied breathlessly, even as I leaned into him, wanting more of his touch.

“Maybe I can change that,” he said, his hands sliding down to the hem of my shirt, tugging it up. I hesitated, my heart racing with anticipation and uncertainty.

“Clancy, are you sure about this?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “What if it changes everything?”

“It won’t,” he promised, his eyes locking onto mine, sincere and intense. “It’ll just make things more... interesting.”

With that, he lifted my shirt over my head, his fingers dancing along my skin, igniting fire in every place he touched. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensation, losing myself in the moment. I could feel the tension between us shifting, morphing into something raw and passionate, and I wanted nothing more than to explore this new territory.

“God, you feel incredible,” he murmured, his hands skimming over the bare skin of my waist, sending shivers down my spine. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, his eyes dark with desire as they roamed over me.

“Clancy,” I breathed, my voice catching in my throat as I lost myself in the way he touched me. “We’re really doing this, aren’t we?”

His response was to capture my mouth with his again, plunging us deeper into the moment. It was intoxicating. The way his lips moved against mine, the way his hands explored every inch of my body, set me ablaze. I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as I pressed my body against his, feeling the hard lines of his muscles against me.

“Damn, you’re driving me wild,” he growled, his hands gripping my hips as he pressed me harder against the wall of the tent. I could feel his heart racing, matching my own frantic pulse.

The thrill of it all was electric. We had spent so much time arguing and butting heads, but now, there was no room for anything but this undeniable chemistry. Each kiss felt like a challenge, a claim, a promise of what was to come. I wanted to push him, to test this new dynamic, but as his lips found my neck again, trailing kisses down to my collarbone, I lost the ability to think straight.

“Clancy,” I gasped, my fingers gripping his shoulders tightly. “What if we get caught?”

“Let them watch,” he muttered, a playful glint in his eye. “We’re banditos. We take what we want, and right now, I want you.” His words sent a wave of desire coursing through me, and I surrendered to the heat of the moment.

With a swift movement, Clancy turned, lifting me effortlessly as he carried me to his makeshift bed at the back of the tent. I couldn’t help but giggle, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. “You’re stronger than you look,” I teased, my heart racing as he laid me down gently.

“Don’t underestimate me,” he shot back, leaning over me with that wicked grin. The playful banter between us felt refreshing in this new light. I could see the hunger in his eyes, and it mirrored the desire building inside me.

His hands explored my body, tracing every curve, every line. He took his time, savoring the moment, kissing me deeply as if he wanted to memorize the feel of my lips against his. My skin tingled with every touch, every brush of his fingers, igniting fires within me that I hadn’t known existed.

“Clancy, please,” I breathed, needing him closer, craving more than just his kisses. I tugged at his shirt, desperate to feel the warmth of his skin against mine. He complied, lifting it over his head and tossing it aside, revealing his toned chest and the way his muscles flexed under the lantern light.

“Damn,” I murmured, unable to hide my appreciation. “You really are a sight to behold.”

“Only for you,” he replied, his voice low and teasing. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “And now, I think it’s time I really show you how much I want you.”

With that, he kissed his way down my body, his lips trailing fiery kisses along my collarbone, down to the soft swell of my breasts, causing me to gasp at the sensation. Every kiss felt like a promise, a spark igniting a fire deep within me.

“Clancy,” I moaned, arching my back, urging him to continue. I could feel the tension building, the need becoming more intense, and I was more than ready to surrender to it.

He looked up at me, his eyes dark and filled with a desire that made my heart race. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, and those words made my insides flutter. It was rare for him to drop the bravado, but in that moment, I could see the genuine admiration in his eyes, and it made everything feel even more intense.

As he continued his descent, trailing kisses lower, I felt a mixture of vulnerability and excitement. This was a side of Clancy I had never seen, and it drew me in even more. The playful banter, the arguments—all of it had led to this moment, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

“Clancy, please,” I urged, my voice thick with longing. I needed him to know how much I wanted him.

He met my gaze, the heat between us palpable as he hovered just above me. “You sure you want this? I don’t want to rush you.”

I nodded, my breath shaky with desire. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

With that, he captured my lips again, the kiss hungry and demanding, as if he was trying to pour all his feelings into me. I could feel the heat radiating between us, building like a wildfire. The world outside the tent faded away, leaving only the two of us in this intimate bubble, bound together by shared desire and unspoken words.

He positioned himself between my legs, his hands gripping my hips as he pressed himself against me. The friction sent waves of pleasure coursing through me, and I could hardly contain the sounds escaping my lips.

“God, you’re intoxicating,” he murmured against my ear, his breath hot and heavy. “I’ve wanted this for so long.” He leaned in closer, capturing my mouth with his again, as if sealing our unspoken promises with every kiss.

Time seemed to stretch as we lost ourselves in each other. The tent felt like our own little universe, a sanctuary where we could finally explore the feelings that had simmered beneath the surface for so long. I didn’t care about the outside world or what would happen when we returned to reality; all that mattered was the way he made me feel, the way he touched me, the way we were finally letting go of the roles we had played for so long.

His hands roamed my body, igniting every nerve ending, and I could feel the heat pooling low in my belly, building with every kiss, every touch. I pulled him closer, urging him on, wanting to feel more of him, to lose myself completely in this moment.

“Clancy,” I gasped, my heart racing. “I need you. Now.”

His eyes darkened, filled with a mix of mischief and hunger. “You got it, sweetheart,” he replied, and with that, he positioned himself above me, his body pressing into mine.

I felt a rush of anticipation mixed with uncertainty. This was uncharted territory for us both, but the way he looked at me—intense and raw—made my heart race with excitement. I surrendered to the moment, my body responding to his every move.

With a slow, deliberate motion, he filled the space between us, and I gasped as he entered me, my body arching beneath his. The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect blend of pleasure and intensity that made me forget everything else.

“Damn, you feel amazing,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire as he thrust deeper, causing ripples of pleasure to wash over me. The way he moved, the way he filled me, was everything I had ever wanted and more.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer as I met his thrusts with my own, our bodies moving together in a rhythm that felt both primal and electric. The world outside the tent faded away, and all that mattered was the connection between us—the heat, the passion, the way we were finally letting go of all the arguments and bickering that had kept us at odds for so long.

“Clancy,” I gasped, feeling the pressure building deep within me, the tension coiling tighter and tighter. “I’m so close.”

“Me too,” he replied, his breath hot against my ear, his voice low and filled with longing. “Just let go, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

With those words, I felt the final thread of tension snap, and pleasure surged through me like a tidal wave. I cried out, my body arching as I fell over the edge, the world spinning away as waves of ecstasy washed over me.

“God, you’re perfect,” Clancy groaned, his body tensing as he followed me into bliss, the intensity of our connection leaving us both breathless.

As we lay there, intertwined beneath the dim light of the lantern, the reality of what had just happened began to settle in. The playful banter, the arguments—it had all led to this moment, and I couldn’t help but smile.

“Guess we really sorted things out, huh?” I teased, looking up at him, my heart still racing.

He chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “I suppose we did. But you know this doesn’t mean I’m going to stop trying to come up with the best plans

possible, right?”

I rolled my eyes playfully, still feeling the warmth of his body against mine. “You’re insufferable. I’ll always call you out on your ridiculous ideas, you know that.”

Clancy grinned, that cocky glint back in his eyes. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. It keeps things interesting.”

As I lay there, basking in the afterglow of our encounter, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. The bickering, the insults, the constant push and pull—suddenly, it all felt different. It was as if the fire of our arguments had morphed into something more profound, something that would deepen our bond in ways I had never imagined.

“I can’t believe we actually did that,” I said, half-laughing, half-incredulous. “You, of all people.”

He raised an eyebrow, feigning offense. “What? You think I’m all talk? I can be quite persuasive, you know.”

I smirked, leaning up on one elbow to look at him. “Persuasive? More like relentless. You just wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

“Relentless is my middle name.” He winked, stretching his arms above his head, showcasing his toned physique. “But don’t think I’ll let you off easy just because we had a little fun. I expect you to keep pushing back. It’s what makes you… you.”

I couldn’t help but smile at that. There was a strange comfort in the chaos of our dynamic. Clancy’s words rang true; I had always relished the challenge of our banter. “Guess I can’t change who I am, can I?”

“Not a chance,” he said, leaning in to steal another kiss. This one was softer, more intimate, and it sent butterflies fluttering in my stomach. I could feel a new layer of connection forming between us, a bond that transcended our playful rivalry.

Just then, the sound of footsteps echoed outside the tent, pulling me from the moment. My heart raced as I glanced toward the entrance, a sudden wave of panic flooding through me. “What if someone hears us?”

“Relax,” Clancy whispered, his finger lightly brushing my lips. “We’re in the middle of nowhere, and besides, the others are too busy with their own business to care about what’s happening in here.”

“Still,” I murmured, biting my lip as I tried to ignore the worry gnawing at me. “What if they come in?”

“Let them,” he said, an amused smirk on his face. “If they do, we’ll just tell them we were sorting out some… differences.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at that, shaking my head in disbelief. “You really are something, you know that?”

“And you love it,” he shot back playfully. “Now, let’s just enjoy the peace while we can.”

I settled back against him, my head resting against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. I felt safe and cherished, and it was a feeling I hadn’t expected to find in this chaotic life. For once, there were no plans to critique, no strategies to argue over—just us, wrapped up in this blissful moment.

But of course, the calm didn’t last long. Just as I began to relax, the flap of the tent suddenly burst open, and in walked Josh, a smirk plastered across his face.

“Uh-oh, what do we have here?” he teased, taking in the sight of us tangled together. “Looks like Clancy finally found a way to shut you up, huh?”

I shot up, my face burning with embarrassment, while Clancy simply laughed, unfazed. “Josh! What are you doing barging in here like that?”

“I came to see if you’d finally come up with a decent plan for tomorrow’s raid, but I can see you’re a little too… preoccupied.” He leaned against the tent pole, crossing his arms, clearly enjoying the scene.

“Very funny,” I muttered, trying to pull the blanket up over myself, feeling exposed. “You could’ve knocked, you know.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Josh said, his grin widening. “Besides, it’s nice to see you two getting along for once. Maybe you’ll finally stop bickering like a couple of children.”

“Yeah, maybe,” Clancy replied, his tone casual. “But don’t hold your breath. We still have our differences to sort out.” He shot me a wink, and I felt my cheeks heat up again.

“Good luck with that,” Josh said, chuckling as he backed out of the tent. “But seriously, if you two are going to keep this up, try to keep it down. We don’t need the whole camp knowing what’s happening in here.”

As the flap fell shut behind him, I turned to Clancy, my heart racing with embarrassment. “I can’t believe he just walked in on us like that!”

He chuckled, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “Welcome to camp. It’s not exactly known for its privacy.”

“Clearly.” I sighed, shaking my head, but the tension had already dissipated. I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all.

“Besides,” he said, leaning in closer, “we’re not done yet.”

I raised an eyebrow, a smile creeping onto my lips. “You think we can just pick up where we left off?”

“Absolutely,” he said, his voice dropping to that sultry tone that sent shivers down my spine. “But this time, let’s make sure we keep it quieter.”

“Deal,” I said, feeling a thrill of excitement course through me. I was ready to embrace this new side of our relationship, ready to see where it would lead us.

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[canonicallyobserving911]

100% agree with not wanting buck to talk to temu about The Will! 📢📢📢

It would give temu and bommy relationship a significance and focus that is unearned and undeserved and I simply don't want him to have! Same reason i wouldn't want temu to get killed off, and i don't want them to break up over the issue of wanting/not wanting to have kids 🙄 i don't want bommy to be anywhere near having that kind of conversation

Ajfjgkdksk i swear, if they confirmed in canon that temu was trying to date eddie and just settled for buck 😂😂😂 i would never ask for anything more in life lol so unfortunately it's not going to happen. But OH it would be so satisfying!

As it seems they're not going to address temu's past, I'd be happy if they broke up for some really superficial shallow reason, which would just underscore how insignificant and tenuous the relationship actually is.

Good day @blutterlie and thank you for the ask.

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You're correct and I agree with your assessment because Buck and Temu talking about Eddie's will and it being a reason for them breaking up would give the "Bummy" relationship too much of everything. It would be like you said, both undeserved and unearned and IMO, T*mmy isn't a significant enough side character to be included in that intimate part of Eddie's and Buck's relationship.

Case and point, Eddie's NEVER told anyone on screen other than Buck that he added him to his will as Chris' legal guardian but he didn't tell either of his two on screen love interests. He never told Ana and he never told Marisol. Also, Buck never told Taylor or Natalia so why would he tell T-Rex? He shouldn't because he doesn't deserve to know. T*mmy's a plot device just like all the others which makes him that much more insignificant.

Furthermore, Buck hasn't told Maddie, his own sister and he hasn't told Bobby either. I know a lot of fanfic writers indulge and include Eddie telling Bobby in their fics for emergency purposes but that's not CANON, it's FANON. Do I suspect the 118 knows how important Chris is to Buck? YES! The shooting is evident of that since no one, not even Bobby questioned Buck being the one to tell Chris what happened even though Eddie was dating Ana at the time. But I don't think they know Buck's in Eddie's will and I don't think the Diaz parents know either. Isabel might know and I believe that's because Eddie's close to his abuela but I don't think anyone else does. Also, KR stating Chris knows about "the will" doesn't make narrative sense because if he did, he would have called Buck when he was upset with Eddie instead of his grandparents like he did in season 4. Actually, he ordered an Uber with Eddie's phone and ran away to Buck's loft and that was before Eddie was shot.

As far as the breakup of Buck and Tonsilitis is concerned, I WANT T*MMY TO ADMIT HE TRIED TO DATE EDDIE FIRST TOO! It's my villain origin story because it would highlight how ridiculous the writing was handled last season. I know it won't happen either but it would be so fantastic. I wrote a fanfic about it, it felt great and I also let Eddie tell Buck he deserved better than a dismissive asshat who doesn't listen to him and who only wants him for his body.

I'm sure the writers won't go there because they don't want to defame Tonka Toy's character but they sure didn't have a problem letting him be complicit when Gerrard's 100-year-old ass was saying racist and bigoted comments to Hen and Chimney.

At this point, I don't care how and why they break up, I just want T.K. 2.0 GONE ASAP and I don't want Buck getting advice from someone telling him to stick it out🙄. It's time for Buck to be single so he can figure out he was trying to get Eddie's attention this whole time and not T-Rex's. There's no more time for doubling down on the ridiculousness of these one dimensional and lackluster relationships for Buck or Eddie.

As always, thank you for the ask and have a great day.

[heterosexualomegaverse]

Personal top favorite fics on ao3 of all time

- living's just a waste of death by author tothendoftheline

Best Political Animals fanfic out there. I consider it the canon ending. I think all my longest comments ever I posted on ao3 were on this fic. It's a mostly canon compliant detailed exploration of what TJ's life would actually be like. How his (childhood) trauma effected him. His time as a white house kid, his sexuality, his addictions. It starts pre-canon and goes on long after canon has ended. TJ starts working on himself, his relationships with his family change, he gets new friends (kinda). Idk if I'm selling it well but I love it so much.

- Known Associates by author Thingswithwings

Fic that made me ship Steve and Rhodey lol. Though Steve calls him Jim. Was rereading it yesterday and damn its so good. an (I think) realistic depiction of queer life in the 1930's and 1940's then the movie plot happens and Steve is in 2012 and now has to figure out what/ who he is in this century. Also got a plot about kinda being experimented on and turned into super soldiers.

- The Barnes Files by author PaintedDoe

Bucky Barnes' therapy sessions in transcript format. (can you tell I love character studies)

- Flawed Perfection by author Squiggles13

Also part of a series but I haven't read the other parts yet. This one also mostly starts as Bucky going to therapy but then the tfatws plot happens but changed to be way better.

- Teach Me by author stucktogether

Steve/Bucky college au. Steve things he's straight but can't seem to keep his eyes off of Bucky. It's isn't until they've fooled around a half dozen times or so that he things he may just be bisexual. This Bucky's also got some deep lore.

- Treading water by author sparkagrace

SteveBucky olympic swimmers au where they were childhood friends that got separated at 12 but reunited at the olympics, except Bucky's presence brings back a lot of feelings that Steve can't deal with. This one gets real angsty. It has a sequel that is even more angsty.

- (A series) 'Til the End of the Line by author ohstars

SteveBucky with marvel canon except what if they were gay. Until endgame where shit is changed a lot cuz you know the time-travel staying in the past obviously doesn't happen. It does go on after that. They finally come out to the team (cuz they were closeted to whole time with Sam being the only one who knows) They have kids together, get married and then there is some time travel shenanigans and a lot of stuff until they both die of old age.

- The Island Man by author Amber_Skye

What if Steve Rogers was never found in the ice and got rescued by shield, but instead got out himself, but still only in 2012? And no one believes he is actually Steve Rogers Captain America? He ends up homeless doubting his own mind. Maybe he really isn't Steve Rogers? Maybe he really is crazy

anyway idk why I wrote this. I just wanted to list some of my faves. didn't really put a lot of thought into this, it's late and I'm tired.