#James Marriot

[riotinyellow]

I'd hate to make two posts about tweets in the same month, but you lot need to see this.

Tommy commented on a video where logan promotes prime during him addressing gaza

Logan responsed

Tommy responded

Tubbo, Ranboo, Rosanna Pansino, James Marriot, and Jack Manifold came to Tommy's defence

Logan responded

I think it's important to note that logan closed his replies and purposefully only left these replies

Tommy responded

The entire mcyt community came to his defence like it's 2020/21 or some shit + jacksfilms and rosanna pansino

Logan ended up misunderstanding tubbo's tweet and liked it, thinking it was in support of him. As shown by tubbo on stream

Logan responded

Logan only left this reply in his closed comment section

Tommy sent the final blow so far

It should be noted that at some point, logan posted these and deleted them right after. No one actually knows what he meant. Whether he meant tommy is fruity or sour

Logan privately reached out to tommy

Jacksfilms compares logan to sssniperwolf and rosanna pansino mentions her experience

[despairat6oclock]

Espresso Hearts

Synopsis: an artist and musician who finds comfort in a stranger's silence.

fem! Reader x James Marriott

Word Count: 890~

Contains: Fluff

Warnings: none really

[m.list]

The soft settle glow of the sun painted a perfect picturesque scene as it fluttered through the coffee shop windows.

The golden light casting perfectly across the wooden floors of the shop. The shop was less crowded than usual at this hour, giving the chance to actually acquire a seat and get some work done.

On his daily coffee run, James took his time walking down the path to his favorite coffee shop. The sky had just the perfect amount of clouds that painted the perfect backdrop without it being too chilly.

A soft hum of amusement evaporated against James’ vocal cords at the sight of a not so clustered shop at this hour.

With his laptop, and small pocket book, James was now grateful he had packed the two mediums; maybe he could find some inspiration.

And maybe that inspiration was perched inside a corner also searching for the same.

Ordering his usual, fingers tapping against the counter top as he waits for his drink, James takes a look around.

Majority of the shop's tiny booths were filled, with a few empty scattered around James would have to settle with. Unless.

Lounging beside the window, the sun perfectly highlighting her like she was a beacon he was always meant to find.

Mindlessly sketching inside a leather bound notebook, hair pulled back into a loose ponytail with a few strands hanging out and a sweater the color of green leafs in springs.

With his iced coffee in hand, James makes his way over to the enticing women in the far corner.

“Excuse me... I was wondering if I could sit here? Just for a few minutes.” James pips up, nerves igniting within him.

“Go ahead” was just a soft mutter from between her lips, nothing more and nothing less. Not even a glance at him.

The chair screeching against the floor it's dragged upon, James sat directly across from her. Eyes not so secretly appearing down onto the pages of abstract lines and void of color. Besides her was a half drinking plastic cup of matcha and a barely touched espresso glass that had a perfect peachy lipstick stain.

Pulling out his own notebook and laptop, James took this opportunity to revise some lyrics that had been racking his brain.

Minutes tick by so quickly, that half an hour had gone and both barely moved a muscle or breathed a word. The music of a pencil rough against parchment led James' eyes to the women's notebook once again.

The lines that had seemed to lead nowhere was now a perfect contracted top-half of a person. With an oddly familiar pair of glasses and disheveled hair, and the same tuff on the collar of the jacket as James wore.

She must have felt James staring, as her eyes worked their way up to his as they gazed down at her work.

Her hand spreads out across the paper, each digit attempting to hide what was already seen.

“I'm James”

His smile held a charismatic charm he was unaware he had.

“Y/N”

She answered with a simple nod, her voice the same soft pitch as before.

James' smile never flatters as he presses save on his document and focuses back onto her.

“You come here often?”

“Some mornings after a run,” Chewing her bottom lip as her eyes don't know where to land. “And you?”

“Most days, it's a part of my little morning routine.”

Gesturing towards the scene of the notebook and laptop laid before him with her chin, “What are you working on?”

“A song”

“You're a musician?”

“Mhm.”

Seeming to take it in with a nod, “Can I hear something of yours?”

Trying to play off the heat that rises onto his cheeks, pulling out some earbuds before offering one to her.

“Here uh…”

Palms clammy as he pulls up an audio file that starts playing a bit too loud. Causing both to wince as James hurried to lower the volume.

“Sorry sorry!”

Awkwardly chuckling while he intensely observed her. Each small head movement and quite hum a criticism he mentally wrote down.

“You're really good”

“Really?” Stumbling over his syllables as he quickly takes back the earbuds she was gesturing over.

A nod as she folds over a ribbon onto her sketch and closes its cover, “Do you release it on anything?”

“Just the normal platforms” he coughed, fingers tracing the lines and indents of his cup’s lid.

Looking out the window, the sun intensified the shine of her eyes as she watched the traffic go by.

“Would you like to do this again?” With a tilt of her head as she glanced over James’ face.

With a gulp of nerves and a flutter in his chest, “Y-yeah, love to.”

Tearing off a piece of napkin her now empty espresso sat upon, scribbling down an array of numbers.

“Call me” she smiled, her tone an octave louder with a dose of confidence.

Sliding the corner of paper to the man across from her, before settling her belongings into a small drawstring bag.

“See you.” James forced out as she moved out of her seat.

Walking by, hand delicately ghosting against his shoulder as she walked past towards the door. Nothing more than a fantom of a touch, one that closely mimics the growing feeling within his chest.

[the-mcyt-crackships-brackets]

[sardonic-the-writer]

𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐒𝐌𝐏 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ warnings: none

↳ song: the afternoon—lemon demon

masterlist!

• You hadn't been in the neighborhood for long. In fact, you hadn't originally planned to be in the neighborhood at all, instead following a route that surpassed it completely. But all of that quickly changed once a floating hat with the voice of an invisible man greeted you excitedly, apparently very pleaded and surprised to meet someone new on a supply run

• From them on, you had been dragged by the arm onto a strange village; the invisible stranger you'd met turning out to be a rather handsome and good spirited phantom named Wilbur—whom of which wasted no time showing you around

• "Sorry about er basically abducting you by the way. We uh, don't get a lot of visitors, and I wanted to make sure I introduced you to the Pube—I mean Pub before my little brother found you." The hybrid laughed a little, face now visible with the passing of daytime. It was a soft purplish blue color that reminded you of stargazing on a hill

• You just shrugged and adjusted the bag full of belongings of your back uncomfortably before choosing your next words

• "It's not that big of a deal. You're nice enough and it's not like I really had a set destination, so honestly this is better than whatever tree I was gonna spend tonight setting up camp under." You said, being honest with him

• Wilbur seemed to like that answer, once again wrapping an arm around your shoulder and practically dragging you alongside him

• "Come on stranger." He grinned, looking down at your face. "You have lots of new faces to meet!"

• He certantly wasn't lying. You were quickly taken from a dusty forest path to a homey looking village. Which, you noted, had a building floating high up in the air with two elevators leading to it. You barely had time to read the 'Wet' and 'Dry' signs on them before being shoved in the one without water

• You were given a thorough tour of the Pub and all its wonderfully inclusive details. At least, you had been until a blur of yellow and red divebombed your vision

• The air was quickly knocked out of your lungs as you were tackled to the ground, barely able to hear as Wilbur called out in distress at someone

• "Rescued you Wilbah!" A voice grinned from above you. "Big man Tommy to save the day, hah!"

• The weight on your chest was lifted moments after as Wilbur scurried over, lifting whoever had decided to attack you into the air with a glare

• As soon as you were able to stand again, you got a better look at the person who had so violently knocked you to the ground. It was no mistaking that he was Wilburs younger brother that he had mentioned earlier—even if the youngers' golden locks differed from Wilburs' deep chestnut ones

• Safe to say Tommy, as you learned his name to be, got a kick in the shin for his behavior before apologizing and going to shake your hand with such vigor the motion became but a blur

• You liked him immediately

• "You know—" Wilbur said your name with a crooked smile, talking over Tommy's rambling in the background as he quizzed you over everything and anything, "—if you'd like, we have a nice spot right by a friend of mines hut that'd be perfect for a house. I know you said you were traveling, but it couldn't hurt to kick up your feet for a while."

• Maybe it was the charismatic nature of the phantom that had found you, the way Tommy was currently rustling through your bag with a mischievous grin, or the prospect of meeting even more people like them that had you not even hesitating to respond

• "I think I'm gonna like it here, Wilbur." Was all you said, kicking off a new chapter of your life that you couldn't help but want to unearth

[georgeclarkeyistheloveofmylife]

I NEED MORE CHRISMD FANFICS PLEASE I'M DYING OUT HERE

[celestialorcas]

ok so new james marriot album fully dropped, lets see how this is going

[sweet-pineapple]

Introduction

Hello Everyone! I am sweet-pineapple and I do tickle fics!

The fanfictions are not to be seen as sexual. Anybody who does, will be blocked!

Why do I make these blogs?

Ans. I make these blogs and specifically with tckling because I enjoy seeing smiles on peoples faces and hearing their genuine laughs!

Some people I will write about

James Marriott (and his band mates)

Orr Pinely

Jack Manifold

Willne

tubbo

ranboo

Philza

Heartstopper

red,white and royal blue

Etc!!!

THING I WILL NOT TOLERATE

sexualizing anyone I write about or talk about

homophobia

racism

bullying ( as long you and the other party are both okay with it)

hating on this page! If you don't like a certain blog, then don't read/look

[mollsketches]

[slurping-up-grass]

spreading the goodnews✞

[rookloveslyrics]

Did nobody ever tell you grapes are better in September? - Grapes by James Marriott

[riotinyellow]

OWEN and FREDDIE - fighting for tubbo's love

[lankypole]

When james Marriott said “I hate what you're doing, I hate that it feels so right,You sure we're out of their sight? They're staring, through the car lights”

Now that that hits hard also the fact it would work so perfectly in heartstopper for nick and Charlie

[thishumanformislimiting]

There he go

gummy lamas

[sardonic-the-writer]

Spot the difference

[a-bowl-of-grapes]

You better all go and sub to a bit more willne right now

I need some more james marriott music to get me through winter 🙏