#OR RATHER I WILL GO CHECK OUT THE TAG HERE.... 👀

[headdaze]

ok follow-up post to the one screaming about how I learned to cope with character death fear yada yada yada

[for context the character I just got attached too in the webtoon is called thaddeus][he is indeed very attractive]

when I went to type in the tags I typed in the webtoon name--Killer Peter--just to see if the tag would pop up automatically (I wasn't sure since it's a fairly??? new webtoon???? just a little over a year old 🥹) the tag popped up but 2 out of the 3 other tags that also automatically pop up besides, obviously, the words I literally typed in--which as I have found out are the ones that are most often associated with the words I've put in--are:

#killer peter thaddeus ... and.... #thaddeus x reader

I literally went "oh." out loud then started laughing so hard and continued with "DANGGGGG YALL ARE THIIIIRRRRSSSTYYYYYYY!!!! LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" 🤣🤣🤣

not faulting you (I am one of you, in fact) but I was just surprised because like I said in my previous post, as a webtoon reader, I sometimes forget it's not just "me" reading the series and feeling things for it, there are other readers who carry the same passion as I do 🥰 that's why I love this place and other places where fans can congregate, like reddit 🥹 it's nice to be reminded that I'm not alone as a fan, even though it feels like it sometimes 🥹💞

tldr; y'all thirsty, good for you, I may have gotten surprised and gotten a good laugh out of it but honestly me too ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

[nyxianwayfarer]

The Merchant Queen and The Hound AU

Hello, all! Major apologies for the lack of activity on my blog as of late! Work has been stupid hectic, and I've got to deal with a dumbass coworker on top of it all... 🙄

Anyway, if you checked on some of the last things I reblogged here, you'll probably remember these screenshots featuring Du Ruo. You all should already know that I'm a sucker for a pretty face, and Aisno definitely has those type of women in spades! 😂 Thus, I present you all with another new AU idea, starring one of my favorite Eastian women!

Ah, and I'm tagging @risilence specifically because you mentioned you might be interested in this. 👀

Disclaimer: This is NOT an actual fic yet. This is more of an outline that I'm presenting to gauge interest.

Pairing: Du Ruo x Fem!Reader (Fem!Chief)

Rating: M

Content Tags: Mostly angst and implied dubcon (although that's based more around Reader and previous clients rather than anything involving Du Ruo)

Setting: Since this is an AU, this fic is going to deviate heavily from canon. Sinners still exist, but they serve more as living accessories to the wealthy. Organizations like the MBCC act like... upscale boutiques when it comes to presenting their rich clientele with said accessories to either buy or rent.

The number of Sinners a person has can often be indicative of their affluence, but the rank of said Sinner can also be taken into account in that regard. For example, a person having a single S-rank Sinner would be seen as having more power than someone else with several A-rank Sinners in their entourage.

Hound Reader/Chief:

You are a S-rank Sinner.

Your code name at one point was The Hound due to the fact that you could locate and subdue enemies for the MBCC.

If you're paying attention to the pairing/tags, then you'll notice that I have Chief mentioned just because the power that Reader has is similar. They can be used interchangeably, but like all my fics, you're never specifically mentioned by name though. You can either imagine the Chief or yourself in the role.

Reader can "shackle" other Sinners in a sense with her power, but it's tied to her singing, which paralyzes her foes for the MBCC to either add to their "inventory" if they're Sinners or be imprisoned by the FAC.

Due to the nature of your abilities, you were seen as too valuable to the MBCC to ever sell.

Instead, they loaned you out to the clients that could afford your exceedingly high rental price. Your job was mainly for protection/security.

However, because these rich clientele were already paying so much for you, they felt entitled to more than just your power, and by the MBCC's decree, you weren't allowed to say no...

This type of treatment eventually led you into growing jaded with your purpose in life at least until you meet one particular client...

Du Ruo:

She is a high-ranking Ambassador from far Eastia, sent by her clan to negotiate a formal trade agreement between them and the West.

Du Ruo is also considered to be one of the people next in line to rule as the leader of a rich, mercantile city. It isn't strictly a hereditary role; rather it's a title given to someone who can best see to the needs of the people and help the city prosper.

The other candidates for this role see that goal in different ways though, which is mostly through violence. They're weapons merchants whereas Du Ruo specializes in Eastian medical goods and supplies.

Both your paths cross when Du Ruo rents you while she's in DisCity on business.

Truthfully, you didn't expect much from Du Ruo when the MBCC informed you of your latest contract. As far as you were concerned, a client was the same as any other, regardless of where they were from. Thus, you resigned yourself to your normal routine when it came to such contracts: protect the client but also make yourself as unobtrusive as possible so as to not to draw any unwanted attention from them.

However, despite your best efforts, Du Ruo seemed to always want your attention but not in any way you had ever expected.

While she was every bit as polite and diplomatic as one would believe any dignitary to be, she had a playful side as well. She'd lean down towards you to whisper an amusing comment or two regarding a fellow diplomat. The first time it happened was enough to startle a smile onto your face despite your best efforts, and she took it as a victory to repeat whenever she could.

She always seemed to want your opinion in everything as well, preferring it over that of someone more high-ranking than your position. Du Ruo cited she wanted an unbiased observation even though your opinions of certain establishments had only been gathered from the few clients who'd been willing to treat you there.

Du Ruo only smiled at you, remarking, "Then that allows me ample opportunity to gift you with new memories of those places."

For the weeks that Du Ruo was in the city, she would spoil you with anything that caught your eye for more than a second. Each time, you always expected that she would want something sexual in return for her generosity just as all your past clients had, but the most Du Ruo would do was gently tuck your hair beyond your ear or chastely press a kiss to the back of your hand.

She was a gentlewoman in every aspect when it came to you.

It left you all confused but incredibly touched, and after some time, you couldn't help yourself from daydreaming that you were just two ordinary people getting to know one another rather than a Sinner and her client.

Unfortunately, your daydream was shattered when one of Du Ruo's rivals attempted to assassinate her.

You were all taken by surprise at the group that had surrounded you all, and Du Ruo's regular bodyguards were quickly subdued. Faced with the idea that she was in danger, however, your instincts kicked in immediately, and all you had to do was sing a few notes to paralyze your attackers long enough for you to dispatch them with your weapons.

All the while, you could feel Du Ruo's gaze burning into the back of your skull. Although she had been aware of your power when you were first assigned to her, this was perhaps the first time you had ever demonstrated it to her.

You weren't a normal person like you wished to be.

You were a Sinner.

A living weapon.

And so far beneath Du Ruo to ever be a worthy suitor to her.

You don't bat an eye when squad cars full of MBCC personnel come to collect you in the aftermath—not even when you can hear Du Ruo calling for you over the chaos.

You don't say a word over the debriefing of the situation nor when you're later confined to your cell. Your latest mission was deemed a failure by the higher-ups over the fact that you allowed the enemy to get far too close to your client—nevermind the fact that Du Ruo's own team hadn't sensed the danger until it was far too late.

You're punished for your failure, but you feel nothing from the pain, save for the heartache over a woman who you'll likely never see again. You selfishly guard the memory of ivory hair and gentle, sage green eyes in the depths of your soul, allowing them to warm you during those lonely nights in your cold cell.

Life goes on like it always has.

Until it doesn't.

You get another contract, where you're specifically requested by Du Ruo.

It turns she's been in DisCity for months because it was far too volatile for her to return home due to her rivals plotting against her. She's been hiding out in the outskirts of WhiteSands in an attempt to throw them off her trail, but she's requesting a high-risk extraction from the region until she's able to get back to Eastia and ease the turmoil that's taken it over by storm.

Or at least that's what Du Ruo's plan was.

In reality, her ruse for remaining out in the WhiteSands was a simple ploy. She was trying to find a way to free you from the MBCC's endless abuse and manipulation. Du Ruo couldn't stand the thought of you being nothing than an accessory—and little more than a toy at worst—by those in power.

Of course, nothing is ever that easy.

Her rivals have allies in high places, and the entire situation nearly gets turned on its head when more assassins come out of the woodwork. Your activate your powers just like last time, but you're taken by surprise when some of them have earbuds to cancel out your ability, having learned from the last incident.

The assassins nearly make a successful attempt on Du Ruo's life, but you throw yourself into the line of fire instead and die to keep her safe.

Or at least you would have died were it not for Du Ruo's own Sinner ability of resurrection.

You wake with your head atop her lap in the middle of a private plane that's taking you both back to Eastia. She's relieved to see you awake. Even with her power, you were unconscious for so long...

Seeing how confused you are though, she reveals that the MBCC believes you to be dead, likely caught in the explosive battle that rocked WhiteSands. She was able to smuggle you out of the city thanks to her own connections within it.

"And... what do you wish to do with me now?" you can't help but ask.

Du Ruo smiles as she always does, but you can see the tinge of sadness within it. "That isn't for me to decide. You were denied choice long before I ever met you, so I want you to have it now. I will never keep anyone unwilling to be within my company, so wherever you choose to go, I will accept it."

Because Du Ruo loves you.

She fell for you in those quiet moments together with you, and you found that you cared for her long before you ever knew she was also a fellow Sinner.

And that begins the adventure of you and Du Ruo trying to navigate love and political duties amidst a lot of pushback by her rivals and the MBCC likely trying to get you back since they figured out you weren't dead. 😅

It should go without saying that this fic idea is meant to be a slow burn. There will be some spicy moments between you and Du Ruo as the romance starts to heat up, but for the most part? It's fluff.

If there's interest in this, I'll go ahead and add it onto the list of WIPs. If not, I'll go back to my usual smut I guess. 😂

[chestersbraincell]

Finally doing an Introduction post 👀

It’s quite long, so I’ll put it as a “Read more”

I don’t necessarily identify with any particular name, but I have adopted a few Proper Noun - ish names which are in the list below. I don’t particularly attach myself to them as I don’t think I have a true name that exists, but the below are some things which I’ve collected that somewhat tangentially relate to myself or that I just, well, like! Aside from those, I much prefer to be referred to by, well, descriptors, I guess? It’s like you would go- oh, look at that ________ over there!/That _________ is……… kinda like that!

Well anyway, listed in somewhat of an order of preference(THEY’RE NOT PRONOUNS BTW):

•[REDACTED]

•Chester/Jester

•creature or any other variants of such descriptor

•Void/Voidling/shadow

•Shifting Void

•Nix/Asher

•Weeping Willow

(More may be added in the future)

I go by any pronouns, including any neos you think might suit my vibe! (that is, only with neo’s that are respectful, ie no slurs/otherwise offensive terms). I much prefer gender-neutral terms along with they/them, but I don’t get dysphoric with masc-leaning stuff. The only slightly touchy terms/pronouns for me are the feminine ones, I mean, they’re fine to use I would just rather they were used on rare occasions/as sayings(stuff like girl).

With that out of the way, it’s pretty important to say what I post, right? I partake in MANY fandoms, so never expect a singular theme. That being said, you can largely expect many reblogs/posts about:

•Undertale/Deltarune(rarely utmv stuff, I’m just not really a fan)

•Hermitcraft/Life series(Mainly Grian, Mumbo, GoodtimeswithScar, Smallishbeans and Geminitay), as well as sometimes generally just Minecraft related things

•Our Wonderland(VERY underrated psychological horror visual novel that you should check out NOW!!! 🫵🫵)

•My experiences as Alterhuman/Otherkin(more on this later)

That’s the main bulk of my stuff, however, I also pretty frequently post and reblog about:

•Mouthwashing

•Slay the Princess

•Dress to Impress(I often like to post my own outfits that I make!!)

•my experiences with Dermatillomania/Skin Picking Disorder

•generally rants/rambles/storytimes/whatever comes into my mind really. I use this blog a lot like a public diary, so also expect a fair share of venting/trauma dumping. I try my best to trigger warning these but yeah.

Now!! That’s!!! A lot of stuff wouldn’t you say? How does one navigate said stuff if you’re browsing my blog? Well!! The featured tags have been edited to feature my most commonly posted about things, and they’re a great way to filter through my blog. I reblog ALOT(especially using the queue, which I choose to not tag), so if you’re interested solely in my original posts I have just the tag for you: Asher’s Ramblings . With one small problem unfortunately. Annoying part being you have to manually type asher’s ramblings into my blog’s search bar WITH a space at the end for most posts to show(I think it’s because at a point I just started to copy and paste the tag instead of manually typing it). Otherwise the featured tags should work fine.

I have additionally created side blogs to reblog my writing ( @jestersrambles ) , dress to impress outfits ( @sillyjesterplaysroblox ) and otherkin posts/reblogs ( @shiftingvoid ) if you’re here from seeing posts related to those and don’t want your dash cluttered with the other stuff I reblog/post about. Keep in mind these sideblogs are updated irregularly/later than this blog so they are a lesser option to the main blog. Alas the choice is up to you. I will not be making fandom-specific blogs as I mostly reblog about those anyway and the purpose of the sideblogs was to allow people to more easily follow for content created BY me. So yea

Sometimes when you interact with someone, you have an image of them in your head. For a lot of people, that is influenced by their profile picture. And if you wish to see me as a Garfield dressed up in yellow and red clown attire that is completely fine! But!!! If you were curious as to what my internet sona looked like, then the closest I think I could get would be my Roblox avatar:

But alas, that is, as well as my current mortal human body, a mere suit, a shell, that contains my true self. Yupp here is where you get an exact description of my Alterhuman/Otherkin identity yippie!!!

The main “kin” identities I identify with are “Voidkin” and “Shapeshifterkin”. I am like the physical/metaphysical embodiment of, well, space, I guess? That is my “home”, anyway. The void is my home. Where I come from. But sometimes I’m also part of it. Not to get too spiritual with it but I do believe in reincarnation in my own way, and I believe that being part of the “void”, or just general “energy” floating around there is the in-between in which my soul resides in between lifetimes.

I think I’ve lived many a lifetimes which have shaped the main forms I take when I’m more, well, shaped. Most of the time the shape I take is mostly humanoid, with various animal/otherwise features at different times, such is the way of being a shapeshifter. I’m vanta-black in colour, except for the two glowing circles that are my eyes. They’re not always visible/open, but a lot of the time are. Also occasionally my teeth/fangs will highlight in a similar way. Oftentimes as of recent I’ve been covered in fur/my silhouette is “fuzzy” on the edges, but there are times when I feel more cool, smooth. The best way I could describe it is the texture of phone/computer screen. That and I’m semi-corporeal. So. Not entirely tangible. I take a liking to forests and dark spooky hallways/general areas, I think at some points I might’ve been something similar to a cryptid. Generally just like to become one with the darkness I occupy, too. Malleable is my shape is all I want to say.

Rarely, but it does happen, I experience more animalistic shifts(in the shapeshifter way, btw, since I know “shifts” is something used by otherkin identities in a different context). The forms I take, then, are most often either feline or canidae in nature. I’ve considered moth and squirrel before but I’m not sure whether I just share some traits/behaviours or whether I have had moments where I was completely shaped like that.

Well, I guess coming to an end, it would be worth to do a somewhat “DNI” list or whatever people do in that vein, if we’re speaking of interaction. A good rule of thumb would be that, if you don’t fw the things I am or the things I enjoy, probably move along. You’ll probably get a block from me if you’re Homophobic, Transphobic, Racist, Nazi, just generally if you’re a shitty human being and if I don’t block you because I don’t know of these views you hold, I would appreciate if you stay away from me thanks. I don’t enjoy partaking in discourse most of the time, especially if I’m not in a place to speak on the matter(ie not affected by it personally).

Though, I guess since this is tumblr, I guess I should specify my attitude towards shipping. I personally don’t like the terms pro/anti because they’re very reductive and people define them in different ways anyway. I’d say I have like 3 tiers of attitude towards ships:

Tier 1(A-okay with it, no problems here)-basically any ships considered completely unproblematic and healthy. I guess the only one some may disagree with being healthy that I put in this category is (STRICTLY) romantic minor x minor pairings. Because don’t act like minors don’t get into relationships/have crushes. If you make it weird/sexual then that’s on you and you’re weird.

Tier 2-ships where the relationship between the two characters may be seen as toxic or unhealthy. This includes stuff like Yanderes, bully x victim, codependency, non-age related power imbalances, stuff like that. With these, I do ship them, but in the way that I like to see these dynamics explored and written about/depicted. If you romanticise/endorse these then I am not okay with you and if I find out you do this I will likely block you at my own discretion. I just like to see them purely for the angst+the representation.

Tier 3- what you’re likely thinking of. Incest, anything involving minors x adult, SA victim x abuser, sexualisation of minor x minor pairings(yes, even if you age them up). I don’t want to see it. I will likely view you with disgust if I see you endorsing/posting it. I want to clarify I am against witch-hunting and harassing individuals who do this, and that I know some do this as a trauma response. I am not in a place to tell someone how to process their trauma. But I don’t want to see it.

Oh yeah, also, I’m currently 17 and soon 18, so I guess I should set out some boundaries there. Of course, I have no way of verifying your age and quite frankly I’m not responsible for your unrestricted internet access, so everything is up to your discretion. However. If I may lay down some personal preferences I would say my page is okay for anyone aged 13 and up; just make sure to have the tag “nsfw” blocked since I tag some of my more suggestive posts/jokes that way. As for more personal interaction like DMs or being something akin to “friends”(I don’t particularly like getting close to anyone let alone calling them a friend because of my trust issues, calling someone a friend makes it official and that scares me) I would personally prefer if you were at-least 16, 15 if we’re really pushing it but then again it really depends on how emotionally mature you are on whether we would be able to find common ground.

[rougepancake]

May i've NSFW request for mitsuri kanroji , kanae,Shinobu , and lady tamayo . sugarcube ~~.

With strong husband male leader who really love to suck breasts while Mitsuri Kanroji , Shinobu kochou,kochou kanae,and lady tamayo is breastfeeding their baby.

you don't need to write this request if you don't like it , i really like your blog .and also can you make it like a story .i hope it's not too much

You Are my only hope 😭🥹❤️

👀👀👀

The Good Stuff

Ft. Mitsuri Kanroji, Shinobu Kocho, Kanae Kocho, and Lady Tamayo

Warnings: Lactation, breast sucking???, I deadass have no idea how to tag this. I really hope you guys get the point lmaooo- MDNI!!! Not proofread like at all.

MITSURI KANROJI

She’s often complaining about how heavy her breasts are since she had your child, saying that she gets mad back pains now and that it’s your fault

You don’t mind though (not when she’s got bazingas like that-)

She’ll just be finished breastfeeding the baby when she crawls into bed, her nipples still leaking milk

She doesn’t say anything though and just puts on a bra, hoping that it won’t stain her shirt or something

But you stop her, pulling her back to the bed and taking her shirt off. You look into her eyes as you attach yourself to her breast, suckling away

She can’t help the gasp of surprise that escapes her as you go to town, drinking that shit up like it’s water

To your surprise, it’s sweet. Much like the dango she was eating earlier.

It’s so… good. You just can’t stop. She might beg you, but there’s no turning back now. She’s flustered and you’re having the time of your life.

When it’s all said and done though, she’ll come back and shyly ask you to help her out. It’s embarrassing for her, but you don’t mind.

SHINOBU KOCHO

Shinobu is an incredibly confident woman, so when she comes to bed and asks you to help her out, don’t be surprised

She’s bold with her requests too, like “Be careful” “Softer” “Don’t use your teeth”

She definitely has no problem telling you how she likes it, and you don’t mind

However, the first time you tried her milk was something else. Shinobu was squirming underneath you as you lapped up the milk, relishing in its sweetness.

You’ve never had anything quite like it, and you just can’t get enough of it either. Occasionally, you’d look back up at her to check and see if you’re doing a good job

Oh yes you are

She definitely says “good boy” when you’re done helping her I’m sure of it.

KANAE KOCHO

Out of all of these lovely ladies, she’s the most embarrassed about it

She’ll walk into the bedroom with a sigh, allowing her tits to hang out as she frowns at the sigh. She doesn’t like that they’re bigger than usual, and she doesn’t like the pain they cause her

You offered politely as a joke, but when you saw her eyes light up at the idea, you knew you couldn’t deny her

She’ll be pretty quiet the whole time, letting out squeaks here and there as your teeth graze across her nipple

However, when she asks you to stop, fearing that she might pass away from embarrassment, you don’t stop. You can’t. She’s just so… sweet. You’d be one hell of a fool to stop now.

She’s still embarrassed to ask you, but is a little more confident the more you assist her like this

(She’ll tell you otherwise but she FUCKING LOVES IT when you look up at her, suckling on her breast like a child. It makes her feel things frrrr)

LADY TAMAYO

The boldest of them all. Girlie didn’t even ask before just shoving your lips onto her sensitive nipples

It was growing to be unbearable, and she wasn’t about to put up with it longer than she had to

So here you are, her hand on the back of your head as you lap away at the sweet sweet milk she’s made. Quiet moans fill the room as your other hand massages her other breast, making sure she’s fully content before pulling away

She is discreet about it, and makes hints here and there when she needs you to help. However, she doesn’t like to make a big fuss about it. Tamayo would just rather get it over with to spare herself the embarrassment

Girl has just stopped wearing a top around the house entirely just in case her breasts begin to leak. But we all know you don’t mind

Honestly, I think she’s a very private and intimate person, so I could really see her cherishing these moments

They definitely replay in her mind daily

She once made you beg for it like you were a child, relishing in the sound of your pleas. She totally gets off to the idea of you begging for her milk

Yeah she’ll never tell you that

[writing-whump]

Hey Sol! 💫

It's the dessert question anon. I know this prompt doesn't really fit in the current situation but, later on, can we please get something with Arnie and Matt? We got all the other interesting or rather unconventional pairings like Hector and Matthew, Seline and Hector, Arnie and Seline, but we have yet to see those two truly interact 👀

Btw I don't think I have seen this emoji around, but if there is another anon who signs with this, please let me know and I'll change it asap!!

- 🍰

Haha that's a nickname with fun context. Dessert is all yours!!✨️ Thank you for the prompt💙

This is also the 💫100th💫 fic and the official start of the vacation arc🏖

100. Airport troubles

"Remind me why I have to tag along with you guys again?" Arnie said for like the third time as they made their way through the airport.

Matthew was walking behind him, so he rolled his eyes openly. God, the kid was a handful.

"You wouldn't want to get dragged into pup training, would you?" Seline said quickly. "This way, Isaiah can train Rip on the way, Dylan can learn some tricks and since Hector graciously offered to help-"

Oh yeah, Hector was oh so gracious. Maybe he just wanted to avoid the fucking airport.

Honestly, Matthew didn't know why he wasn't in the car either. He could help with training Rip? At least with the sparring part? And who was going to look out for Isaiah during the 4 day drive it took to Bulgaria?

And he could have skipped the crowd in the hall.

Though Seline picked the earliest flight as possible—they were already at the airport at 4 am—it was still crawling with people. Happy families, crabby teenagers, loud babies.

Matthew's skin was itching. He couldn't help rolling his shoulders back repeatedly and it took all his strength to not jump everytime someone bumped into him or walked too close on accident.

The only way to avoid people completely at Vienna Airport would be by climbing the ceiling.

Another elderly man bumped into him, nose almost touching his phone screen, eliciting a shudder from Matthew. Why didn't he ask Isaiah to roll his shadow for the flight? This was torture.

Seline's hand suddenly hooked around his elbow and she leaned her weight against him. "Look, that's our control check that way. We'll be out of here in no time."

Arnie also wore a constant pout, grumbling about not getting first class and being left out when his brothers were having fun.

Matthew suppressed a sigh as they got into the queue. Trying to be nonchalant, he leaned over to take a deep breath of Seline's ozonic grapefruit scent, the air brushing against her silver blond hair. An ancherpoint of familiarity in the sea of chaos.

"You'll get your cabin bag up on the stripe yourself. They will only touch it when they move it forward. Once it goes through the box, it's all yours," Seline said, side of her face brushing against his shoulder.

Matthew glanced towards Arnie, flushing a little. "I know." He had seen movies with airports before.

Arnie snorted. "What? You have never been to an airport before?"

Matthew flushed a little more. So he never had a reason to fly, big deal. Airports and stations and everything crowded was a challange for wolves. He preferred to drive, bike or take empty night trains over flights any day.

"Shouldn't you have gone with the pups after all?" Arnie teased as he expertly unpacked his laptop and tablet and ereader out the bag. Why did he need so many devices was beyond Matthew's understanding.

Seline had a delicate frown on. "Don't be mean now. Matthew didn't have proper wolf training in his pack."

Which didn't make Matthew feel any better. Arnie gave him another ridiculous look as he moved forward to get through the security check.

Matthew quietly fumed his way through the procedure, partly comforted and partly emebrassed by Seline waiting for him and hanging herself on his arm again.

"I have saffron drops for nerves," Seline whispered in his ear.

Matthew nodded tightly and looked away. He wanted to be able to do this on his own, no meds needed. Though Seline was their local medical expert, she also liked using lots of herbs and drops and natural remedies like teas and leaves whenever she could.

It would probably help. He could try taking it when Arnie was out of earshot.

They finally made their way to a row of chairs near the right gate that wasn't open yet. Since Bulgaria was Seline's family favourite destination she moved around the airport with practiced ease. Her parents even offered them to borrow three apartments they rented over the summer next to each other for free.

Matthew promptly collapsed on the chair nearest to the window, taking deep measured breaths.

Seline sat beside him, watching like a hawk. Her hand was firmly planted on his forearm.

Arnie eyed them critically. "You gonna be buzzkillers the whole time? We have at least a whole hour left. Let's get some breakfast."

Seline bit her lip in consideration. "We can get food and eat it here together. I'll bring you a croissant, Matt?"

Matthew grumbled, wishing Isaiah was here. Or anyone who would offer to get the food so that Seline could stay sitting like this next to him, shielding him from the masses of people.

Arnie's eyes glittered knowingly, but the snide twist to his mouth betrayed he wasn't up to feeling any sympathy.

Arnie wasn't a person to offer anything, even if he caught the hint. He was observant, Matt would give him that, but for all his insight and knowledge about wolves, he still opted to be provocative and mouthy instead. He knew how hard it made things and he still did it. What was up with that?

Was Arnie really that mad for not being able to go with his brothers, taking his anger out on them?

At least Hector was blunt and predictable in his remarks and challenges. Matthew could get behind that. Isaiah was a generous caretaker from his soul. None of them seemed as petty and jealous as Arnie.

"Meet you here in 20 minutes?" Seline suggested.

Arnie scoffed. "Not much time is that? I wanna check the boutiques and get a good coffee."

"It's half five in the morning," Seline said.

"All the more. We had to get here at this crapy hour for Mr Second here. I don't wake up before 10, thank you. If I am to function I need a frappe."

Fortunately it didn't take long for Seline to return with a plain croissant and some tea. She didn't mention Matthew stayed at the seats, sitting on his arms to keep his jumpy reaction and shadow in check.

Matt felt guilty for the service, but immensely thankful to have something in his stomach.

Arnie took way more than 30 minutes to get there, sporting a large transuclant plastic cup inside another one with the frappe and melting ice.

Seline wrinkled her nose. "You had two?"

Arnie shrugged. "How else do I survive? Maybe they will have coffee on the flight too."

"Did you at least eat anything?"

"No hungry. And what's that to you anyway? I'm 18, you know?" Arnie said in a tone like that really made him an adult.

Spoiled little brat. How did someone rough like Hector even manage that? Matt was definitely throwing that in his face when they saw each other.

"The gate just opened." Seline was squinting on the far away timetable screen, one of her hand resting on Matthew's knee. "We have priority seats, so we can go sooner if we want...but maybe you better enjoy the view a bit longer?"

"I'm gonna be fine. Closed up spaces aren't a big deal."

"Yeah, but there will be lots of people. Though the priority seats also mean we have more leg space and you can sit by the window-"

Matthew smiled, his hand coming to rest on top of hers. "Sel. It's fine. Thank you."

She nodded, reaching out to ruffle his hair. "You are doing great for your first time. I'm proud of you."

Matthew rolled his eyes, feeling his cheeks turn red as his hair again. "Don't-don't say nonsense, there is nothing to be proud of."

"If he was half his age, maybe," Arnie added. He sat a few seats away from them, fidgeting with the empty cups with jittery fingers.

Seline rolled her eyes and stood up. "Last bathroom break. I'll be right back."

Matthew had to chuckle at how she couldn't look at either of them as she said it, trailing away. Still so easily flustered about such things.

A loud rumbling gurgle caught his attention then. Since people lined up to the gate, it was just him and Arnie left in the row by the windows.

Arnie sat hunched over himself, staring at the ground like he was trying to burn it. He kept licking his lips, rocking back and forth a little.

It was Matthew's turn to snort. "Bathroom break for you too? So much coffee on empty stomach was so adult of you." Not that Matt never made that mistake.

"Shut up," the blond said. His earlier pouty high attitude burst like a balloon and he got pale as a sheet in just a couple of minutes.

The kid rocked back and forth again, shaking the backpack off his shoulders and hugging his stomach with both hands. "Ow, okay, that hurtsss."

"Stupid," Matthew said, leaning back in his seat. "You better hurry up before you shit your pants. Plane's leaving soon."

"Asshole," Arnie said. His blond curls were sticking to his forehead with sweat. He shot up to his feet, leaving his bag behind and sprinted towards the bathrooms.

Matthew grinned to himself, pleased with how fate got back at the kid for him.

...it wasn't that funny half an hour later, when the last call for passengers appeared. Matt and Sel stood at the gate, looking around themselves in hopes of spotting Arnie.

"Damn this timing," Matthew complained, Arnie's backpack now thrown over his shoulder beside his own. "Think you can talk with the attendant to wait a bit more?"

"Can't hurt to ask. But we better not split up anyway. We can always take the next flight."

"And let the tickets go to waste?" Matt grimaced. "No way. I'm gonna drag that kid over. Just don't fly without me."

He left the bags at her feet and made his way to the bathroom, glad he knew which one Arnie went to.

When he entered the surprisingly large white room with rows and rows of stalls, he was greeted with the horrible retching sound and a liquid splash.

"Arnie? You in here?" Matt headed to the stall with the noise, knocking on it.

"G'way," Arnie groaned.

Matthew sighed. "No can do. Come on, kid, we're gonna be late."

Another loud belch and more liquid splattered inside the bowl. Matt pushed against the door experimentally, finding it open.

Arnie was hunched over the toilet, a large sweaty stain in the middle of his back. The foul smell had Matthew's hair standing up.

He crouched down behind the boy, trying to get a glimpse of his face. "Still bad?"

"My stomach's fucking killing me," Arnie whined in the most undignifed manner, spitting into the toilet. His nose and eyes were running, his face a mix of liquids.

"You can sit at the plane and heave over an airsickness bag too. You can't have anything left there, it was just the coffee-"

Arnie's back heaved violently at the word and he gagged over and over the bowl like crazy. A meager but chunkier gush came out. He suddenly pitched to the side.

"Fuck, no you don't-" Matt was glad for his reflexes as he caught Arnie from behind.

"...dizzy."

"That's some serious sugar low," Matthew grumbled. It felt awkward to touch Arnie. He felt very strange to Matt's shadow and he wasn't exactly thrilled to be sitting in that small space with him.

Matthew gathered some toilet paper and handed it over, steadying Arnie with a hand on his shoulder.

Arnie blinked at him in confusion, accepting the papers and blowing his nose loudly. He was very noisy for his small stature.

The big green familiar eyes in the foreign face felt even weirder to Matthew.

Arnie moaned pathetically, letting the crumbled paper fall on the floor and curling around his middle again. By the loud growls it was making, even on empty it was still plenty upset.

"Want some water?" Matthew tried.

Arnie gagged at the mention, pressing his chin against his chest. He shut his eyes again, face drained for colour even more.

"Shit," Matt muttered. He flushed the toilet then brought the larger towels for hands, cold with wet water and pressed them against Arnie's forehead.

"J-just go ahead. I'll catch up. Next flight's in six hours and I have-" he burped, eyes still shut, "I have the money, it's fine."

Matthew rolled his eyes. "That's what you would deserve, you little prick. Whatever. Not gonna leave you like this. You absolutely sure you can't go yet? It'll probably let up in a bit."

Arnie shook his head. "C-can't. My insides feel like they are about to fall out."

Matthew grimaced and nodded. "Okay. It's fine. I'm gonna text Sel about, ehmm, the situation. She probably has some herb drops to help, if you want."

Arnie opened his bleary red-rimmed eyes. "You really don't have to stay."

"Shut up. Who do you think I am? Ain't gonna leave Isaiah's little brother behind when sick."

Arnie snorted, face relaxing a little. "Not cause Hector would have your head?"

Matthew scoffed. "I'm not afraid of that idiot, stupid."

[driverlando]

✧.* Driverlando’s 2k followers celebration

omg? I can’t believe there’s over 2k of you all on here following little old me lmao, I’m so so grateful and happy you’ve decided to come join my little corner of the internet. it’s only been about three weeks since my 1k celebration ended so Ik another celebration seems too soon but I feel like I owed it to you all. my little gift to you all for following me. thank you and I love you all muah!! 💘💘

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[satanstruemistress]

I don't go here (aew) but I am so intrigued as to what's going on bc I've been seeing posts about it all day where I almost never have before 👀 👀 👀

That’s probably because of me lol. I’d apologize but honestly it’s so good.

Honestly, AEW is my favorite wrestling promotion right now, but people don’t seem to want to give it a chance, because they’re ride-or-die for WWE. And WWE is good! But it’s geared more toward kids, where AEW is geared more toward adults. Idk how much you know about wrestling in general, so I’ll explain the whole thing as thoroughly as possible :)

My favorite storylines right now are: Deranged Blond Cowboy and Afro-goth Vampire wannabe (Hangman Adam Page and Swerve Strickland, respectively) hate each other but are inexplicably unable to free themselves from each other. There’s been stabbings, breaking and entering, blood drinking, body stapling, hanging the cowboy with a chain, and the cowboy stabbing a needle into Swerve’s face.

They’re the fandom’s OTP somehow. (They deserve it). We want them to be tag team champions. They’re wrestling soulmates. (They work together super well, no matter if they’re feuding or a team.) There’s a whole playlist I’ve watched a few times on YouTube, that goes through the whole storyline so far. It’s fantastic.

And: “Blackpool Combat Club gets Poly Divorced, violently.”

There’s a lot of history there, but what it boils down to now is: Bryan Danielson, one of the best wrestlers in the world, ever, needs to retire. He’s got a neck issue that needs to be addressed sooner rather than later, but the owner of AEW wanted him to have one last hurrah, so he basically dragged him kicking and screaming into the storyline where he won the World Title from Swerve (my beloved Afro goth vampire). Danielson said he’s not going to just give up the title, he’s gonna fight until he physically couldn’t anymore, and THEN he’d retire from full-time action.

Danielson has a group he’s in, Blackpool Combat Club (BCC for short) with dudes he’s been friends with for a long time, that was started by their mentor, William Regal who is no longer with AEW. (His irl son is in WWE’s “developmental territory - the proving grounds before they actually go in front of approximately half a zillion people).

Danielson’s BCC buddy Jon Moxley came back from some time off and was like “Hey this isn’t your company anymore” and confused the shit out of fans and coworkers alike.

But anyway, the night Danielson successfully defended the AEW World Title for the first time, his BCC team mates Moxley, Claudio (they’re hard to tell apart at first, both tall bald white dudes) and their protégée Wheeler Yuta, along with “new recruits” The Bastard Pac, and scary lady Marina Shafir. They were celebrating. Smiles, kisses, and hugs all around. Pac even hugged Wheeler.

Which is when we knew something was going down. Pac is, in fact, a Bastard. He’s not a lovey/huggy man. He was holding Wheeler back while Claudio uppercutted Danielson which shook fans EVERYONE. And then Mox grabbed a plastic bag and tried to suffocate Danielson while Wheeler sobbed and cried out for Bryan whilst being held back by Pac and ineffectively comforted by Claudio.

Danielson was escorted out on a stretcher that night.

Blah blah blah, a week or so passes, and we see Wheeler…not doing well. At all. He’s dead-eyed, almost catatonic, but he’s using Danielson’s finisher to win matches.

BCC tries to get through to him, but he’s not interested. He’s sided with Bryan.

OR SO WE THOUGHT.

Last night, Mox won the title but wasn’t actually all that interested in the Big Prize. He shoved it into a bag. He and the rest of the BCC started beating the shit out of Danielson. But here comes Wheeler Yuta and another man named Darby Allin, to the rescue.

Darby and Wheeler chase them off, but Darby’s back is turned, and when he turns to check on Bryan, who was sitting in the corner behind Yuta, Yuta hit Darby with one of Bryan’s finishing moves called the Busaiku Knee.

I’m a little fuzzy on the direct actions, because I was busy staring open-mouthed at the screen, processing, but Darby ended up taped to the ring ropes, and Wheeler suffocated Danielson this time.

As he’s suffocating his mentor, his childhood hero, Wheeler is BEGGING him to stop fighting it. Just let go. Then a bunch of faces (good guys) run from the back, and finally help get them off him. Namely three dudes named Orange Cassidy, Hook, and Daniel Garcia.

Danielson was taken out on a stretcher. AGAIN.

Here’s fan theory: Mox, Claudio, Wheeler, and the rest of them still love Bryan Danielson. They’re doing this to protect him from himself so he doesn’t end up seriously hurting himself or worse. That’s how they got Wheeler to do what he did. None of them are happy about it, they’re not enjoying it. They just think it’s their only option.

But this is a story, it’s not real, so obviously we’re thinking that this is all Bryan’s doing. He’s KNOWN to be a devil who thrives on his fan’s horror. (Which is a positive thing in this business). We think that this, not the title, was his last big hurrah. THIS is how he wants to go out, setting his irl besties up for a MASSIVE heel (bad guy) run, while simultaneously setting up the guys that came running out to help him, to be the next big faces of the company.

…Anyway, yeah. AEW is fantastic. I highly recommend it. There’s also a lot of silly and fun storylines that won’t leave you traumatized lol.

ALSO TEN YEARS A MUTUAL HOLY SHIT.

[finz-art]

Hi just a question I had about art on Tumblr because I'm fairly new and you seem like you know what your doing. I know that the art on here is very fandom oriented and people usually stick to a theme with their blog or art (ex. DC, Scarecrow ect) but I don't really have one main fandom that I want to draw all the time, I like a lot of different things. basically what I'm asking is how do I balance drawing on a theme and drawing other things that I enjoy while still hoping that people want to see it. sorry this is so long and probably doesn't make sense. thanks for supporting my art.

Hi there! Omg, no need to apologize, it totally makes sense! First off, it's an honour to have you in my inbox: Your art is stunning and your AK Scarecrow piece is drop-dead gorgeous! Big fan of your style! 👀👀👀

That being said, Tumblr is a wonderful place for fandom content, yeah, but it’s also super flexible and supportive of artists exploring different things (multi-fandom blogs)!

First of all:

Don’t stress about themes too much. While some people focus heavily on one fandom or topic, plenty of artists thrive by sharing a mix of content!! If you’re passionate about what you’re creating, that will resonate with people more than sticking rigidly to one thing. Take me for example: I love multi-fandom blogs! They've introduced me to so many new interests and inspirational art because people I followed for one fandom started sharing content from others as their hyperfixations and interests shifted.

Use tags to your advantage! When you post art, tag it thoroughly so it reaches the right audiences. For example, if you draw DC one day and a totally different fandom the next, make sure both are properly tagged (#DC, #Batman, #Arkhamverse, #Arkham Knight, #Scarecrow, #GoodOmens, #Aziraphale etc, and some generals like #drawing #art #artists on tumblr). The more specific the better; that way, people who follow those interests can find your work!

Create for yourself first! Draw what makes you happy! You’re more likely to stay inspired and grow as an artist if you’re enjoying the process tbh.

Build a personal connection. Engage with others! Share a bit about yourself and your interests on your blog, or reblog some fun ask games if that's your cup of tea, and people will be more likely to stick around for you as much as for your art ^-^.

And experiment with themes in small ways. If you feel like exploring a theme while still branching out, consider connecting your interests. For example, if you like drawing Scarecrow, maybe experiment with a crossover, or imagine characters from different fandoms in a shared universe? I mean why the heck not, Tumblr is a great platform for the creative mind and encourages individualism - so go ham, be crazy and weird, and it’ll all be good! 😊💖💖

Note: Some pieces might not receive that much attention but don't let that discourage you! It can have plenty of different reasons like: Tumblr isn't showing your post (which often happens to new blogs), the morning or evening crowd hasn't seen it yet (in which case don't be afraid to reblog your own post for them <3), bigger artists' art gets more traction because they're well known and often times have collected many followers from different fandoms over the years which stick around for the amazing art rather than the topic - so if you see their art getting, like, 500 impressions and yours has only 5, than that's the reason. Or: the fandom is just not very big and/or active on Tumblr, it could also be that it's holiday season and a lot of folks are simply too busy to check their phones! ^-^

[ladyriot]

Rolling up to ask questions and I’m gonna ask multiple because who’s gonna stop me? I want to know the answer to both 1 and 2 for Transference.

I also LOVE knowing author’s favourite lines. I want to ask 3 and 4 for Let Our Hands Tell the Story.

Well, I'm certainly not gonna stop you. Truly, talking about fic turns me into this emoji: 🥰

Okay, so for Transference...

What inspired you to write the fic this way?

I love to cling onto little tiny moments of canon that have absolutely no resonance and live in them, essentially. There are a couple of times early on where Maura uses her interest in and knowledge of pyschology to tag along wherever Jane was going (...👀, but we'll ignore that, moving on). I knew I wanted to do an AU involving psychology. I checked up and I'd written down six ideas for different ones. Transference happened to be the one I got most excited about, so it got written. And, I really wanted it to linger in the recovery post-trauma rather than using the whole Hoyt thing as a climax because 1) those characters deserve healing so fucking much 2) angsty romance, duh and 3) I really wanted it where their connection was immediate and deep but fear kept them apart a while anyway because that's what the show teased but never offered.

What scene did you first put down?

I wrote this in order (although I revised it very much out of order), starting with an absolutely illegible zero draft that roughly sketched out the scenes.

And for Let Our Hands Tell the Story, my favourite line of narration is...

Jane rolls her eyes, knowing at once she's being called a hypocrite in all uppercase and probably an underline to really punctuate the thing.

I don't often write in Jane's voice because I find it slightly harder, but when I do I always want it voice-y and casual with a heaping ton of free indirect discourse. I felt this bit carried voice pretty well.

And my favourite bit of dialogue is "Let me come over. Let me sleep in your bed tonight." Love (pleading puppy-ish) demands. Love the implications. Love queer bed sharing. What can I say? I'm a simple woman.

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[jahayla-parker]

Premiere Pride : Freddy Carter x Reader SMAU

Descr: Social media AU of Freddy’s girlfriend attending the S&B Season 2 Premiere. Fluff

Warnings: flirting, and Freddy’s gorgeousness might melt your phones, otherwise it’s all just fluff. 💜

Freddy’s Story

Y/N’s Story

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yourusername: Freddy, I’m so insanely proud of you! You more than deserve everything you are getting to experience tonight ❤️ #sabseason2premiere

Photo credit: @/benbarnes

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freddycarter1: truly honored to have you on my arm tonight darling 😘 thank you for always supporting me xxx

kittheyounger: wonder what could cause that smoulder 🤔 x

freddycarter1: the sight in front of me was too beautiful 🤷‍♂️

yourusername: 🥹❤️

lbardugo: thank you Freddy for being our Kazzle Dazzle 🖤

shadowandbone: he’s a star 🤩

benbarnes: you know I took this photo cause he was checking you out, right? 😂😉

yourusername: I didn’t until I saw Kit and Freddy’s comments 🥹 but he’s so pretty, I love that smile ❤️

freddycarter1: it’s all yours darling xxx

Freddy’s Story

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yourusername: I’ll never get enough of these two! In case you hadn’t noticed, tonight I’m tagging along with my beautiful best friend and my beautiful boyfriend while they walk the red carpet for the S&B season 2 premiere! I’m so v proud; love you both sm!😘

p.s. full disclosure, the carpet is actually black 🤫

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freddycarter1: another great photo taken by my beautiful girlfriend 😘

daniellegalligan_: babe, ilysm! ❤️

yourusername: I love you more D🥰

daniellegalligan_: more than Freddy? 👀

yourusername: Danniiii, let’s not do this, hmm?😂

freddycarter1: that’s a no 😏

yourusername: Freddyyy, that was not a no🙄

daniellegalligan_: so it’s a yes? 😏

yourusername: I didn’t say that either 🙄

freddycarter1: it was a yes or no question sweetheart x 🤔

daniellegalligan_: yeah, so, what’s the answer?👀❤️

yourusername: I changed my mind, I hate you both 😒

sabcrows: i think your friendship with Dani while dating Freddy really helped them form that on screen sibling-like rivalry bond their characters have 🙂

yourusername: As much as I’d like up take the credit for such an amazing thing, they’re both phenomenal at their jobs; what you’re seeing in Nina and Kaz’s dynamic is all due to raw talent from these two 🤗

shadowandbone: classy 😊

Y/N’s Story

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yourusername: eternally proud of everyone on that stage, you all look great and this season is unreal 🤩❤️ honored to be here to witness this!

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freddycarter1: no one else I’d rather have as my guest tonight 😘

daniellegalligan_: so glad you could make it xxx

kittheyounger: Season 2, let’s go! 🙌

amitasuman_: ❤️ thank you for helping me with my wardrobe snafu

yourusername: I’ve got you girl, always 🥰

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freddycarter1: cheesing the night away 🖤

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yourusername: that smile 😍 (also, KANEJ!)

freddycarter1: 🥹 xx

netflix: the crows and their creator ✨

lbardugo: my little family ❤️

benbarnes: looking good everyone! 🖤

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shadowandbone: Freddy answers some questions on the carpet of the season 2 premiere!

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yourusername: My brunch boy x 🧇

freddycarter1: ❤️

benbarnes: how long did it take you to actually hear his answers? I could hear you playing the clip like 8 times 😂

yourusername: I was a bit distracted..😍 can you really blame me? 🤷‍♀️

freddycarter1: 😂 you’re insane, ily xxx

kittheyounger: Freddy is the King of brunch

jacktwolfe: 🥰

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[therealdaydreamstark]

10 years old at those stores oh no i don’t like it one bit.

There are many factors at play for something like that. But I like to think it’s because of parents and limited access kids have to bring a kid nowadays! Parents have grown up in this culture where if put a kid in front of a TV or electronic devices of any kind they will fine and you can go do what you need to get done that moment. Where they aren’t always checking out what is it that they’re kid is watching, because they are busy doing something else.

As well as mother’s bringing their children everywhere they go, like the malls to go shopping for make up and clothes, so at some point the kids will be influenced by it from a young age. I get it, nothing wrong with mothers doing that but watch out for your little girls because all they wanna do is copy you all freaking day! So of course they want to go places that like and act rude to staff.

But the other factor I’ll like to point out here is the very fact that kids nowadays don’t have that much freedom to do stuff! I sorta fall victim here to that issue because we have been conditioned to stay home and watch TV (or nowadays IPads) that we don’t know how to socialize that well for that matter. 👀

Kids aren’t allowed to socialize with kids their ages in parks, at school and or parties like one normally would because parents become so protective of their children (which is a good thing 10000%) but in result you limit the kids into things they can and cannot do!! And I get it, your the parent so you make the decision at the end of the day but like I said, you don’t allow your child that liberty to experience things the way they should.

Going back to my point, kids nowadays don’t have the freedom to do much and be creative, but it is NOT just the parents here but the media. Nowadays media like cartoons and sitcoms for children aren’t even the same, they aren’t as favorable for children where they will get creative, be inspired and learn some kind of communication skills!

Cartoons back then used to have clever jokes, create memorable/ likable characters for everyone, learn a lesson across the episode and have a freaking catchy theme song. Just heart out behind it and now it’s just bleh 👎

In result kids will just move onto to videos on YouTube, scroll on Social Media like their friends and family members and just be rather bored because nothing it grab their attention long enough 🤷‍♀️

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[percreates]

Here's my intro post thingy-

My name is Percival, but I'm cool with Percy or whatever nickname, they/he, 21

Fandoms and things I draw/plan to draw

Random things from my life and little sketches

The Doomsday Heroes (working title) - a NaNoWriMo story I did when I was 13 that I'm entirely reworking to make a comic (I might make a post with some early concept art soon!)

Star Wars (I like the prequels/clone wars era best, but am not opposed to some original trilogy love)

Original Leverage (I only watched a lil redemption and didn't care for it all that much, but og Leverage has been my favorite show for over half my life now, expect ot3 art)

Spider-Man and Spiderverse, I have a spidersona that I'll be posting eventually

X-Files (I've taken a truly unhinged number of reference screenshots)

Star Trek TNG (a hyperfixation I'd like to return to, I'm obsessed with Data and Geordi)

Minecraft (funny/neat moments and adventures of my oc and others on an smp I'm part of)

X-Men (once I've read more of the comics)

Potentially other marvel superheroes (but again, not until I've read more of their comics, it's a Thing with me, but I did love the goofy found family avengers tower fandom stuff before the mcu got so dark and depressing)

MCR

Doctor Who (I'm not caught up on the latest few seasons and it's been a long time since I watched past the 10th doctor cause he and 9 are my faves, but I'm sure I'll draw early new who art sometime)

Jackass (MAYBE.)

Apothecaria (if I get back to it, which would be fun! I kinda forgot it existed until rereading this but I did have some cool ideas planned 👀)

Potentially other fandoms I'm forgetting I'm in, or didn't add to the list, just whatever I'm into lately

Random non-fandom related references, I've drawn a reasonable number of random people on pinterest afsgsgsg

(my references and tips board has 27 nicely organized sections and a total of over 1600 pins, feel free to dm me if you want the link!) (Probably more, I haven't checked in a while tbh)

Pretty much any scene/shot from a movie or show I watch that makes me go "ooh I wanna draw that" and take a screenshot, it's a problem (I got a lovely one earlier though of Eliot Spencer with a bunny)

I'm learning to draw cause I want to start creating comics! I drew a lot in middle school and am finally getting back into it. I was never that good back then, but I'm super happy with the progress I'm making since coming back to it >:D

I think entirely in words rather than pictures (I believe that's called aphantasia?), so until I've got A Lot more experience and have built up a better mental library and muscle memory, most things I draw will be with reference, but I'm slowly getting better at drawing from imagination!!

Tagging system-

#my art (self explanatory, I'll also have #my comics sometime down the line and #my me for self portraits), #perc rambles (anything I post that's not art, I've potentially missed a few of these), #cool art (any art I reblog that's not mine), #comics (as in comics people have made, not like, comics fandom stuff), #spidersona (other people's sonas, I'll be tagging my own separately, probably as #spiderskate but I haven't decided), #tips and tricks, #pose reference, #resources, and if I draw for a fandom I'll tag said fandom. I'll have tags for various ocs I post, currently my only one is #benni enderman.

I think that's everything! Thanks for checking out my blog, enjoy your time here :D

[d8tl55c]

oo! neat. i like "last x" rather than "favorite x" for most of these bc that shifts so often- ;;;; (hopefully im interpreting wht that means correctly)

last song: mm. Sweetness and Light by Lush. this is one of my fav fav favs my dad used to play on the road.

fav color: International Orange. this changes frequently but i think this one is so funny (violently Color) and cool conceptually (it's designed to be the most visible in the ocean).

last book: The Martian, b y Andy Weir. super awesome. i saw the movie first, and the book was all that plus loads and loads of engineer candy.

last movie: Interstellar. i showed it to some friends the other day who hadn't seen it yet!!!!!!! thrilling. my favorite movie. TARS and CASE easily top 5 robots i think about. watched like >20 times now edit: but then i waited 3 days to finish this post so im adding another one- The Wild Robot. e veryone must see it . ASAP . this is like im recommending wall-e to you. maximum seriousness please don't get spoiled. please observe it if you can. poke me about it after. <3

last show: been catching up on Gravity Falls. i can't believe i haven't watched this sooner . . . . . on the second season now and it's awesome awesome awesome stellar great fun goody good good.

sweet/spicy/sour: yes yes yes yes yes yes. i love a good sweet, i looove some spicy things (but i don't like it on Everything like my fam =v=' like chill) (ramen, wings, chili, a few others idr rn), and sour is great. i wish there was an option for salty here??? i love black licorice and pretzels and stuff. salt and vinegar chips are my fav flavor and hilarious (can't eat too many bc it's literally rubbing acid and salt into your mouth wounds 😽).

relationship status: yaa i love my buddiesss. palssss. (not a single clue)

last goog: uuuh let's find out. *checking* well it's "international orange hex" bc im currently writing this lol but before that it was "sky cotl moomin" because i play Sky and i wanted to read up on the current season.

looking forward to: going out in the sunshine today owo probably after a nap. edit: i did go out. i climbed lighthouse rocks. it was good. now im looking forward to ... gym tomorrow, and the pumpkin pie slice in the fridge. uwu

and more alan becker vids in the near future 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

poking all of youuu @rigatoniiiiiiii @celestiachan @piconoodle @roseverdict @compressedrage @azebantheraccoon @thevalleyoftriumph @i3utterflyeffect np tag! 'scuse if you've already received this one, im a bit late.

ten people i'd like to get to know better

tagged by: @megkuna thanks <333

last song: the phantom of the opera

favorite color: muted green

last book: uhhhhhh oh man i really need to start reading books

last movie: phantom of the opera which i watched with a friend

last tv show: the original star trek which i also watched with a friend

sweet/spicy/savory: sweet, i love sugar too much

relationship status: single and not looking, i'd rather just have more friends

last thing i googled: "how to know if skincare routine is too harsh" my pimples hurt in a Different way now :(

current obsession: probably still mob psycho 100 but it's not what it used to be. yay depression

looking forward to: when my family finally moves into the new house

tagging: @scarecloud69 @disorganised-thoughtss @daneonrainbow @lawful-goof @officialkarinuzumaki @leo-probably @vychodocech @umkayonninay @mocha-blossom @spageddy29 no pressure though <3

[peterthepark]

okok let me request smt for real:: what if peter found out that you read (and write!) smut about spider-man?!!!!!!!!!! uuuh, that would be so awkardly awesome!

ong ive thought about this before and LORD he would be so mfing cocky i would slap that boy silly!!!! welp here u go enjoy 👀

-

stroker ace

pairing: tasm!peter parker x f!reader

tags: nfsw and more nsfw, graphic sex, sexual tension, best friends trope, 18+ smut, kinda graphic, p in v, some foreplay, thigh riding, peter invading your privacy, mentions of bondage

note: i based this off of the song “stroker ace” by lovage so like u know what to do…

Peter Parker had been your best friend since freshman year of highschool. He had been there for everything - he’d seen you grow out of all your hair color phases, seen you experiment with makeup and your style, had taken you to homecoming for the first time when you were stood up by an upperclassman, had done edibles with you and never did it again, had taken your graduation photos and dropped you off on your first day of college with the proudest smile ever.

Peter could recite every inside joke of yours by heart and memorized all your favorite songs. He liked to think that he knew everything about you - it made him feel special and he prided himself in being the greatest friend any person could have. But Peter didn’t know exactly everything.

He didn’t know you had the biggest long term crush on Spider-Man, and he didn’t know your crush had led you to develop such a dedicated blog to the hero. On the nights that you didn’t pick up your phone after Peter had finished patrol, he had always thought you were sleeping.

No, you were up to something entirely different.

To be fair, Peter had never told you he was Spider-Man. But, he had mentioned some time ago that him and the hero knew one another - he enjoyed how the blood rushed to your cheeks and how you squealed excitedly at him, bombarding him with questions that he couldn’t answer truthfully.

You’d openly tell him about your interest of the New York hero, swooning over his slender fingers and the way that spandex suit hugged his thighs. It wouldn’t make Peter uncomfortable, rather, it would make him blush. He would never tell a soul, but the way you talked about his secret identity made him feel things - because he had been crushing on you, too, for the longest time. You’d jokingly ramble to him over the phone sometimes, saying things like ‘Do you think Spider-Man would be into bondage?’ or ‘I think I have a mask kink.’ as a flustered Peter swung from building to building. He crashed into a pole once when you sent him a picture of you in Spider-Man panties.

Peter is laying in your bed when you leave your room to shower, telling him that you’ll be back in an instant and that he cannot snoop around at all.

He decides to ignore you, and shakes his head as he sifts through several failed college chemistry exams on your study table. He would offer to tutor you from time to time, but you’d type away at that laptop of yours and shoo him off.

“Hm, now where is that…” Peter remembers he had left his skateboard here not too long ago, and rummages under piles of clothing for it. Nowhere in sight, he takes to your closet. He finds the board deep in the corner, standing upright against the wall, but his eyes are suddenly drawn to the blue light beneath a haphazardly-thrown blanket on the floor.

Was this an invasion of privacy? Well, he was your best friend. You’d forgive him, but with a little pizza and a movie marathon. Peter tosses the blanket to the side, revealing your open laptop. He glances out your bedroom door for a split second before he quietly shuts it and takes that damned laptop into his hands. You were always on it, he suddenly realizes. Peter knows this is pretty bad, and he’s breaking best friend code by completely going against your wishes. He plops onto the bed with an amused hum, and checks your Google search history. Nothing embarrassing of the sorts stood out to him, except for your recent tab that presented the question, ‘Is math real?’

Peter sighs in disappointment. There was nothing remotely interesting for him to tease you about. Until he hears a notification go off and a message pops up on screen.

spidey69: when are you gonna write again?!!

His brows furrow, “What is this?”

He notices the hidden browser. You were on incognito mode - that was his first warning sign. He shouldn’t be looking at whatever he was looking at.

Peter knows he should stop, but he doesn’t, not when it dawns over him what he’s been staring at this whole time.

It was a fucking Spider-Man blog. Your username stares back at him blankly, and he blushes at the familiar sight of his suit as your profile picture. The screen is a dark blue, and there’s red accents all over - did you design this yourself? Since when were you so techy?

His eyes widen at a sudden influx of notifications, and he hurriedly drags his fingers over the mousepad to click on a different part of your blog.

Smut.

Spider-Man smut.

“What the fuck does smut mean?” He searches up the term on his phone. Urban Dictionary is the first link he clicks.

‘Erotic writing that contains explicit, sexual content.’

He coughs loudly, covering it with his elbow as he leans forward into your laptop and scrolls through the page. Holy fucking shit.

You were writing about having sex with Spider-Man and it had been under his nose this whole time. All the times you had asked him about Spider-Man kinks, the times you’d thirsted over his physique and his suit, the way you’d perk up at the hero’s name and the way your voice would grow higher in pitch.

You didn’t just have a crush on Spider-Man, Peter thought.

You wanted Spider-Man to fuck you.

“Peter, what are you doing?”

There’s daggers in your monotone voice, and the brunette leaps from his spot in the bed. He quickly shuts the laptop, pushing it away from him as possible. He looks at you breathlessly - your hair still damp from the shower, and you wore nothing but a sports bra and old gym sweatpants.

“Nothing!” He squeaks, tossing his hands in the air to emphasize.

“Why were you on my laptop?” You approach him with long strides, leaning over his lap to take the device away. You open it, praying that he didn’t find what you trying so hard to hide. Your face fills with shock, then embarrassment, and suddenly there’s angry tears pricking at your eyes. “I told you to stay out of my stuff!” You nearly throw the laptop at him, but Peter stands to his feet and takes it away from you.

“Why are you crying?” He wants to reach out and comfort you. He shouldn’t have snooped.

“Because it’s embarrassing.”

You struggle to meet his concerned gaze, and Peter’s thoughts cut back to the things you wrote in that blog. There’s mascara on your lashes that hadn’t fully washed off in the shower, his eyes follow the blackened tears on your cheeks. It makes him hot.

Your declarations to the Internet were so bold, so unapologetic, and so fucking erotic that it was such a shocking contrast to the crying, nervous girl in front of him. Your posts were public, meaning that anyone and everyone could see how you thought about the noble Spider-Man tying you up and fucking you till your legs gave out. You shared fantasies of him coming and saving you, just for it to end with you thanking him by sucking his dick behind an alleyway. You openly pondered to thousands of followers about how his fingers would feel in your mouth, if he’d get off on eating pussy, if he’d enjoy you riding his thigh.

You continue to silently cry in front of him, arms cradling your front as you point your feet away from him. Peter knew the meanings of your body language like the back of his hand, and knew that you wanted to be left alone.

But he can’t leave you alone when your crying nearly makes his dick hard.

“Y/N, you know how I told you that I know Spider-Man?” He starts, hands outstretched.

“Oh, God. Are you gonna tell him?” You sniffle, refusing to even acknowledge how his steps were closing the distance between you two.

“I’m not.” He raises his hand, placing it on the back of your head so that you’d look at him. “Because he already knows.”

You blink at him with confusion, eyes puffy with redness. “What?”

Peter’s free hand tugs on the collar of his sweatshirt. And you see it. The neck of the Spider-Man suit peeks out from beneath, and Peter’s throat bobs as he gulps at your reaction. Your mouth parts, and your fingers mindlessly reach to touch the red material. Your eyes flicker up at him now, and he sees a tear fall down. He wipes it away, watching as your breaths grew uneven again.

“I’m sorry. Peter, oh my god. I…” You try to step away, but he grabs you by your wrists and halts you in your tracks. You look up at him with uncertainty, and you don’t miss the way his eyes darken as he gazes down at you.

Peter starts to lean in, craning his neck ever so slightly. The tip of his nose brushes against yours, and you gasp into his mouth. You let yourself fall into him, meeting his hooded stare through tearful lashes.

Peter’s lips mash against yours harshly, and you kiss him back through a jungle of clashing teeth and wet tongues. You don’t hold back your moans, opening your eyes to pull away and breathe for air.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Peter tries to kiss you again, but you don’t meet him halfway.

“I was going to…” He presses you up against the door of your bedroom, placing his hand beside your head. He kisses up your neck, nibbling on your ear. “I was going to tonight… and then I saw your blog.” You squeal softly, jumping at the slap against your ass. “Your nasty fucking blog about having sex with Spider-Man.”

His words come out as a hiss, and you find yourself fiddling with the hem of his sweatshirt. He takes it as a sign to get rid of it, and you shamelessly whine as he uncovers the chest of his suit. He takes you by the mouth again, breathing through his nose like he couldn’t get enough of you.

“I had a feeling…” You sigh into him, as he rolls your head to the side to get better access to your neck. “… that it was you, Peter.”

“Can we talk about this later?” The confession doesn’t shake him. All he can think about is your smutty writing and the things that you promised you’d do to Spider-Man if you ever got to touch him.

“You don’t think I’ve looked at you, Peter?” You whisper as he towers over you. He holds your chin gently, tilting your jaw up. “I’ve seen your wounds. You don’t think I’ve thought about how similar my best friend and Spider-Man looked?” He kisses the left side of your face. “You don’t think I’ve noticed your mannerisms mimicked his so perfectly?” Then, he kisses the right. “You don’t think I’ve thought about my best friend fucking me… the same way I have about Spider-Man?”

Peter moans, slowly guiding your hand to the tent in his grey sweatpants. “When have you learned to talk like this, Y/N?” You suck on his neck, biting the collar of his Spider-Man suit with newfound neediness. “I bet you learned from writing about me, yeah? I’m sure you’d imagined those words coming true… what, like I didn’t savor every paragraph you wrote? What was it again?” He brings his middle and ring finger to your face, tapping the digits against your watering mouth. “My long, slender fingers down your throat? Christ, you’re a whore, Y/N.”

You rut your hips against Peter’s, whispering his name in a breathy cry as you pull his sweatpants down his long legs. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this, Peter.” He sits at the foot of your bed, pulling you between his toned thighs. You watch as they ripple under his suit, and you swear you’re drooling at the thought of what you’d do to them.

“You don’t get to call me Peter.” He looks up at you, gauging your facial expression as he runs his hands down the sides of your stomach. You’re too consumed in pleasure to reply, staring at him with nothing but bliss. He leaves a wet kiss, spit trailing over your belly button. A smirk breaks out on his face. “You can only call me Spider-Man, tonight.”

He grabs you by your hips, sitting you down forcefully on his left thigh. Peter moans embarrassingly once you don’t hesitate to grind your hips down on him.

“Fuck, Pe- Spidey…” You whine while Peter supports you by the nape of your neck and the flesh of your ass, reveling in how he could feel your pussy clenching through the material of his suit.

“God, I haven’t even touched your cunt and you’re almost cumming just by riding my thigh.” He tilts his head at you, dominance looming over his boyish features. His tongue peeks out through his smile, before he shifts to free your tits from your bra. The movement from his leg sets off a different friction beneath you, and you find yourself chasing a high that doesn’t come. You let out a noise of utter disbelief as Peter pulls you off of him, tsking at you.

“What? Spider-Man, please…” You innocently bat your lashes at him, making Peter wish he could fuck your face right then and there.

“You had your fill of riding Spider-Man’s thigh…” He takes off your pants, admiring your lack of panties beneath. He notices the wet patch in the cloth as you step out of them, and his cock twitches at the slick between your inner thighs.

He moves to stand behind you, guiding your quivering body down onto the sheets below you. He pins your wrists above your head, kissing down your arms as he leaves marks all over your breasts. You hum in pleasure, watching Peter carefully as he massaged the flesh. He’s so fucking excited, you see it in his rushed movements, the way he fights to buck his hips into you. And of course, you see it in the way his cock strains against the tightness of his Spider-Man suit. He’s aching, and you almost feel bad.

Peter notices your focused gaze, and buries his face in your neck. “Don’t worry about me, Y/N. Just wanna make you feel good tonight.” He nips at your earlobe. “You can suck Spider-Man’s dick next time.”

Next time.

So he wanted this again.

“Please… please, just… fuck me.” You admit with hot cheeks. You lightly push your heel against his crotch. “I wanna know how it feels to have you inside me.”

“Oh, I know you do, baby.” He croons, reaching behind him to unzip the suit. Your fingers toy with your clit as Peter peels it off of himself, revealing the lean of his stomach and the muscles in his abdomen. “Soon enough, you’ll get to tell your dear followers about how Spider-Man fucked you so hard that you saw stars.”

He pulls you by the legs, moving your body closer to his as he gently pushed your thighs apart. Peter’s cock is angrily hard, and you see the struggle in his eyes as your soft skin brushes against his hard-on. You bit your lip as he strokes himself into his hand, groaning at the sensation.

You writhe impatiently in the sheets, growing wetter at the sight of Spider-Man jerking off. Peter looks at you, searching for approval in your eyes. You nod quickly, parting yourself further so that he can kneel between your thighs.

You moan loudly in unison as Peter starts to penetrate your pussy. His thumb finds your bundle of nerves, praising your name as he leans over you. His hand finds your ass, and he folds you into yourself even more to get the right angle for the both of you. Your juices spill around his cock, and the room fills with a combination of skin slapping and needy moans.

“You tell everyone, Y/N…” Peter starts between breaths, “… on that fucking smut blog… that I love how your pussy feels, how it wraps around my cock…” He kisses you, studying the wrinkles of pleasure on your forehead as he paces his thrusts. They’re slower, but his hips snap deeper into you and he doesn’t hesitate to wait a few seconds before moving again. “You tell them that this pussy is like… fuck, it’s like heaven. God, you take me so well, don’t you?”

“Your cock fills me up so good, Peter.” He doesn’t correct the slip-up, marveling in how his name rolled off your tongue. “I’m… holy, fuck. I’m gonna cum soon.”

Peter pulls you onto his cock further, grunting as you wrap your legs around his backside. You limit his thrusts, and he too can start to feel the heightened sense of an orgasm approaching. His jaw hangs slightly ajar, eyes watching how you wrap around his dick so well and how he disappears so far into you.

“Jesus, Y/N.” He cries into the crook of your neck, before capturing your lips with his. “Everything feels so good. You feel amazing.” His voice is hushed, and your best friend finds himself gasping at the way your pussy flutters around him.

You cum, writhing and trembling over his cock. Peter rests his forehead against yours, muttering. “I fucking love you, Y/N.”

You laugh in disbelief, before his dick hits the right spot and you gasp out. “I fucking love you, too.”

Peter cums at the sound of your voice, the way the remark flowed past your lips sent him tumbling into you. His body nearly crushes you as he topples over, and you steady him by his shoulders before he pulls out to cum on the fullness of your stomach.

You lie there, in a heap of messy sheets and you rest your head on Peter’s bicep. He lets out a laugh, running his hands over his face.

“What?” You ask, rolling onto your side to wipe away the spit from the corner of his lip.

Peter turns to look at you. His eyes are tired, but bright with adrenaline. His fingers prod at your back, and you subconsciously lean into the curve of his body.

“I can’t believe you knew already.”

“And I can’t believe I told you not to snoop around my things. Yet, you did.” You poke at his sternum, and he softly pushes your hand away.

“But look where that got us.”

“Snoop.” You scoff, moving to get up. But Peter is quick to grab you, and you wiggle in his tight loving grasp.

“So, what’s with this whole smut-writer thing?”

-

[elvensorceress]

fucking friday? 

promised @shortsighted-owl and @astronaut-karenwilson a snippet so 👀

 tagged by @spaceprincessem @putijeansdiaz-ronordmann @ebdaydreamer @hippolotamus @buddierights @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy @messyhairdiaz @comaboybuck @alyxmastershipper @cowboy-buddie @prettyboybuckley @spotsandsocks @swiftiediaz @rewritetheending @thekristen999 @eddiesbleps

tagging @eddiediaaz @wh0re-behavi0r @evan-buckleydiaz @eddiediazisascorpio @gayhoediaz @loveyourownsmiilee

from chapter 17 (three ish scenes left to write??? it’s almost there!)

In the morning, Buck is quieter than usual but mostly seems like himself. He does stare at Chris like he’s terrified Chris might collapse any moment. Eddie makes a point to stay close and wrap around him and shower him with extra affection. It makes Buck melt a little more and more each time with every tiny kiss and every hug and all the ways Eddie rubs his back and his neck and seeks out his hand until their fingers are threaded together. 

Buck almost puts off his dinner with Maddie because he seems reluctant to stop being plastered to Eddie’s side. But Eddie pulls up the recent pictures Maddie sent to Buck and reminds him of the little girl who misses her uncle, and Buck changes his mind. 

Eddie kisses his cheek at the door and Buck promises to text when he’s at Maddie and Chimney’s house. 

When Eddie closes the door behind him and turns around, Chris is in the middle of the living room with that suspicious, calculating look on his face. 

“Dad,” he says in his most serious but also concerned tone. The one he sometimes uses when Eddie teases him about vibe checks and #Moods and yeeting things, and Chris tells him he’s so embarrassing. 

But that’s part of the whole fun of it. 

Eddie raises an eyebrow at him. “Christopher.”

It earns him an eye roll and a rather whiny, very teenage rendition of, “Daaaad.”

“Yes, mijo, mi vida, mi cielo,” he says and can only think of Pepa when he does. She loves to do the same. Edmundo, mi amor, mi conejito being her most recent and most favorite. Eddie goes over to the TV and digs out controllers and a selection of video games instead of waiting for an answer. “You want to play something with me?”

Chris holds onto the arm of the couch with one hand and puts the other on his side near his hip. “No. You’re trying to distract me. We need to talk.”

Eddie sets down the games but puts the controllers on the coffee table not far out of reach, and then takes a seat on the sofa. He pats the spot beside him and waits for Chris to join him before he asks, “What do we need to talk about?” 

He receives a look like Eddie should know exactly what, but Chris answers anyway. “You and Buck.”

Eddie’s stomach tenses but he tries not to let anything show. “What about us?”

“You like him.”

Eddie bites his tongue and purses his lips. “Of course I like him. He’s our Buck. He’s our best friend.”

“No, Dad. I mean you like him like him. Like you want to date him because you like him.”

Yeah, Eddie was well aware what he meant. 

“Or you’re already dating him? Are you dating Buck? Is that why he’s living here? Because you’re all flirty and kissy and you call him cute. And you share a bedroom. Like parents do. Like ones who are married. Is that what’s going on?”

God, how can he even begin to explain all of it. Especially when he’s stuck on the fact that his son knows the definition of the word flirty because he’s supposed to be seven and he’s not supposed to know things like that. 

Except he’s not seven, he’s nearly thirteen and he’s always been far, far too smart for Eddie. “No. We’re not technically dating.”

Chris’ eyes narrow and he turns even more suspicious. “Are you just— are you doing it? Is that what it is?” 

Okay. Okay, no. No, Eddie is not prepared for that. Questions about his sex life or lack thereof are bad enough coming from anyone else he knows. But from his son? His not even teenage son? Jesus Christ. 

“No, Chris. We’re not.” He gets up off the couch and doesn’t know what to do or where to go, just that he wants to run and this is not a conversation they should have. He takes a few steps back and forth in front of the coffee table and puts his hands on his hips. “Why are you asking about this?”

“Because, Dad.” Chris makes frustrated gestures with both hands. “You don’t tell me these things. And I should know. I am old enough to know. If you are dating someone, they could be my stepparent. It’s part of my life, too. So, I need to know. You said you weren’t going to date anymore because Miss Flores had to leave and Raúl did, too. But now Raúl is around again? And you and Buck act like you’re married. And I don’t know what is going on but I don’t like losing people and I don’t know what we would do without Buck but I should get to know what is going on.”

[a-smol-cosplayer]

Okay here is my master list of Wyler fic recs cause literally two people asked and I cannot control myself.

Psa I have probably read at least 70% of the fics on this tag in ao3 however these are my bestest/favourite ones. most of them are ongoing bc this fandom is hella new but still :) pls check ratings and tags before u read obvi. Also none of these fics are out to hurt u (as far as I’m aware) some of the longer ones might have angst but I’m here for relationship, plot and fluff rather than angst and pain (we go enough of that in the show). Some of the ongoing ones have updates every two/three days? Some haven’t updated since I have read them but most of them are under a week and a half old so I still have hope. There are ordered in shortest to longest in each category 

alright enough chitter chatter, buckle ur seatbelts people here we go!!

Finished 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43546942

Ocean Blue Eyes, Looking In Mine (I Feel Like I Might, Sink And Drown And Die) - cute Wyler one shot where they are dating at nevermore, after season 1, {1,876 words}

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43494253#main

Grocery shopping in c minor - alternate au grocery store, Tyler works there, love the fact that he’s still super sweet but slightly unhinged, characterisation on point, {3,759 words}

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43386558/chapters/109065348

A Half Life - Tylers pov of the first ep or so, kinda angsty bc its Tyler and he’s struggling, but still nice, not sure if its technically Wyler but its got the vibes {4 chaters but only 4,272 words}

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43332840 

Yeah, all you did was smile (‘cause I’m a mastermind) - canon divergent but still similar story line, Tylers pov, love how they have chemistry, no hyde Tyler but still really good, {8,536 words}

In progress - y’all don’t understand, I religiously check these for updates every single day

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43333995/chapters/108929727

What if… you helped me change? Basically what could have happened after the kiss in ep 7, minor kidnapping but we forgive him bc he was freaking out, no real ‘hyde Tyler’ more like ‘idk how this happened but I want to make it better Tyler’ {3 chapters, 3,592 words so far}

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43353318/chapters/108979656

I never fell again - only really the set up so far, Wednesday comes back to school and finds that Tyler has come back and is enrolled in nevermore, she hates (misses) him so much, na they love each other {4 chapters 5,505 words so far}

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43278591/chapters/108783186#workskin

On Wednesdays we dance - wednesday buys a laptop and enters a horror writing group, and yet, one prompt is about a date, and Tyler offers so that he can have real life experience, another wednesday style date which is so cute, I really love this fic its super fluffy and nice {2/3 chapters 5,733 words so far}

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43470636/chapters/109282542#workskin

Perfect Match - READ THE TAGS (is rated T but really should be M/E) not much plot just wyler smut, and unholy use of the gates mansion, set after season 1 ends, also slightly off topic, but I like the hc that wednesday eats dried strawberries, idk why but I love it, anyways, read at ur own warning, {3/4 chapters finished 7,387 words so far}

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43286737/chapters/108804511

Frump Family Curse - from ep 8 into post season 1, we get some obsessed wyler at the start, and then, build on each of the characters for upcoming chapters, shaping up to be a really good fic. Also surprise Gomez and Donovan friendship over there cute murder children, 100% support {4 chapters 9,111 words so far}

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43354401/chapters/108982119

Woe to do with two soulmates - Wednesday has 2 soulmate marks (writing of their first words to her, I think we know where this is going👀) and doesn’t know which one she wants yet, deals with Wednesday and feelings and well and our adorable barista, some angst cause ew laurel but still really good, sort of plot twist?/something I didn’t expect but I’m glad it happened in chap 8 {9 chapters and 11,498 words and counting}

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43284108/chapters/108797994

My unconquerable soul - wyler, mostly after season 1 in the break, tags!! And ratings!! Please!! They are psycho but psycho for each other, some light kidnapping, the hyde side of Tyler appears a little, some angst but mostly dark fluff {10 chapters, 12,749 words so far}

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43482336/chapters/109313109

A Girl and her Monster Of Woe - post season 1, wednesday realising that she actually liked and missed him, in her own dark way obvi, setting up for them to meet again, sort of adresses how Tyler can stay and not be charged, yet again pls read rating and tags {7 chapters, 13,266 words so far}

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43424209/chapters/109164106

Woeful - wednesday comes in wondering about Hydes and the cute barista seems to know an awful lot about them👀 basically, Tyler knows he’s a hyde, but!! He isn’t the one murdering people, developing some alternate plot line which seems really good so far, plus wednesday and Tyler being cute in the weathervane {7 chapters, 13,906 words so far}

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43328175/chapters/108913881 

She’s mine - I know I keep telling y’all to check ratings but I don’t want any ‘I didn’t realise’ complains, basically Tyler realised that he fucked up and wednesday is actually his mate (I dislike that word but oh well) and basically fixes his mistakes in ep 8 ect ect, goes slightly further, loving the surprise Tyler/ajax friendship that comes with dating enid/wednesday, also good Adams adopting Tyler vibes {10 chapters 20,203 words and counting}

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43466823/chapters/109273329 

Just the Two (Three) of Us - wednesday if she’s known about the hyde from the beginning, I really love this fic, lots of wyler connection and chemistry and stuff, trust me, its good, the characterisation and writing is excellent {7 chapters 22,728 words so far}

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43329579/chapters/108917643

You can occupy my every sigh - wyler!! Literally my fav fic rn, Tyler already goes to nevermore, has its own plot line sorta, pls check the tags and rating before reading, Wednesdays characterisation is so good, got some Tyler/enid friend vibes as well, soulmates? Bonded? Something? idk its really good and super long - {11 chapters, 123,607 words and counting}

okay thats it!! let me know what u think in the comments, also if u have good fics that I haven't put on here I'm always open to more recs :)