#and everything i listed here wont ever change

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honey crisps (chapter 2)

calebmc college au (con) !! is caleb cool with just being her practice partner?

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8 part 9...

pairings: caleb/unnamed afab mc

tags: college alternate universe, FLUFF, calebmc are both freshmen, AU where they both have parents lol..., childhood friends to lovers, fake dating/practice dating/practice kissing/practice more...?, eventual smut but not in this chapter!! caleb third person pov, caleb yearns as usual, they make out here!!!! jealous caleb !!!! no sex yet! just some good kissing and attempted masturbation

word count: 2.7k

a/n: getting impatient.........i might start doing drabbles or one shots after this fic!! i'm going to try to keep this under 10 chapters for sure! anyways pls be nice and lmk if u like it :3

ping list!!: @mcdepressed290 @st4rlight707 @auroranavi @plzdonutpercieveme @ippilulu (it wont let me tag u TT)

CROSS POSTED TO AO3

chapter 2

Caleb wasn’t sure if he heard her right, or if he even heard her at all. He instantly grabbed the remote to mute the television and fully faced her. His hand rested besides her twiddling thumbs, slightly grazing her. “Huh?”

Her hands went up to her face, covering them. Her eyes peeked in between her fingers. “I know you heard me, Caleb.” She groaned. 

He could barely process the scenario laying out in front of him. Truthfully, he never thought she would ever ask him. There was a notion of guilt settling in him. A lot of thoughts started gathering in his mind, questions of morality. Was this wrong of him? To her, it would be practice. To him, it would have been everything. Was it wrong that he still wanted to do it? 

The way Caleb defended himself was that if she wanted to have the dating experience, he knew that no one would have appreciated her the way he would have. He wanted her first kiss to be with someone who really cared about her. He wanted all of her firsts.

Caleb fought back and forth with himself in his mind. What felt like hours of debate in his head, ended up being just a few seconds. Should he? Should he not? And then he felt a weight on his hand.

“I don’t know what I want…I don’t know who I want. I just know that…” Her hand gripped on his, her eyes were desperately searching for a read on his face. “You’re the closest person to me…maybe you SHOULD be my first kiss.” She snatched her hand back and covered her face, screaming. “I can’t believe I just admitted that, oh my god.” She stood up and paced in front of him.

He couldn’t do anything but watch her explain herself. Wallowing in his own shock. 

“Look. We trust each other. We know each other. Right?” She looked at him and waited for him to agree, and he just nodded. “So! It just makes sense that we kiss, right? You know what to do…do you…?” There was a hint of hesitance at her last question. 

“I never kissed anyone before…” Caleb admitted, shutting down any thoughts she had. 

“Really…? But you-” She stared at him, confused. Her head tilted.

“I did nothing but study, study and study. Just think about it, pipsqueak. Since when have I interacted with other girls?” He mirrored her head tilt, a smile playing on his lips. Amused at her mind. The idea that he would even have another woman in mind baffled him. It had always been her.

“Oh…well…now it’s even more perfect then. We can be each other’s first. Unless…” Her hands played with the hem of the shirt she was wearing. He noticed her knees shaking slightly. She was nervous, worried. 

“I wouldn’t have offered myself up to you if I didn’t want to.” He softly said to her, moving the pillow on his lap to his side. He grabbed her wrist and brought her closer to him, looking up at her. “But I really need to know, pips. Are you sure about this?” His thumb rubbed circles on her palm as he gently held her.

She pressed her lips into a thin line and nodded. “I want to do it. I want it to be you. Just promise this won’t really change anything…right? We’re just two friends who care about each other…kissing. Just practice.”

His heart fell to his stomach. He knew this was the whole point. Practice. Yet, he had higher hopes deep down. Caleb wanted to fight it, admit all his feelings. Apologize right then and there that he wanted to be more than just two friends who care about each other. Tell her that she was the only one he could ever imagine being with. 

Instead, he nodded. “Of course, pip. We’ll go back to normal. Just practice.”

The word ‘coward’ rang through his head. Many other curses to himself were tossed in there as well. 

She took her spot beside him again, moving his shoulders to guide him to face her. He was reminded of the popular movie cover from the 80s movie she was obsessed with, the only thing missing was the cake. 

“How do you want to do this…?” Caleb asked, suddenly feeling awkward. He was new to this, but he wasn’t new to imagining this. Yet, now that he was being faced with the actual real thing, he realized he had no idea what he was doing. Nothing on the internet could have really prepared him, nor were the middle school days of practicing on his hand. He wondered if he was supposed to kiss her with or without tongue. Or if he could hold her while he did it. He was at a complete loss. 

“Um, close your eyes.” She told him, covering his eyes with her hands. 

He didn’t want to, but he obeyed regardless. He wanted to see everything happening and see the way her face would close onto his. He reached up to bring her hands down from his face, his hold on her lingering.

He felt the weight of the couch shift in front of him, and the way that her breath was warm against her face. Caleb knew she was closing the distance, and his heart raced. He wanted to see the way she looked, but he kept them closed like she said. 

Suddenly her lips were on his. He didn’t know what to do or where to place his hands. Her hands were on his knees, steadying herself onto him as his hands remained on his lap. Her lips puckered into his. The room around them was silent, saved for their heavy breathing. He was sure she could hear how hard his heart was beating. The blood was rushing through his ears. 

The two of them stayed like that, their lips pressed against each other awkwardly yet with a sense of comfort for a few seconds before she pulled away from him. Caleb opened his eyes to find her still near him, her eyes half-lidded and staring at him. A fire was behind her eyes that was unfamiliar to him. “W-well, that wa-” Caleb tried to break the silence before she swooped in again.

Her hands moved from his knees to his face, pressing him closer to her face as she kissed him again with fervor. She put all her body weight into him, pushing him down on the couch and his hands gripped the sides of her waist to keep her steady on top. 

He gasped as he fell backwards, and she took the opportunity to dive her tongue into his mouth, exploring him. Caleb was in complete shock for a few moments before returning the same curiosity. His right hand trailed down from her waist to behind her knee to pull her up closer to him, making her straddle him. She was sitting right atop of his growing length, but he was too enamoured by her to even care.

She took full control of him and he let her. Her head turned to the side, their faces slotting perfectly together as they took each others’ breath away. His right hand went up to the base of her neck, pushing her even further into him as they kissed. His left pinky touched bare skin and he realized that her shirt had rode up to her waist as she climbed onto him, making him grow hotter and harder in his pants. 

She pulled away, breathless, and rested her forehead against his. The two were breathing heavily against each other. He couldn’t tell whose heartbeat was whose as it thumped loudly in the quiet room. 

Caleb was rock hard against her, all the blood that could help him think properly went straight to his dick. “Was that good for you?” He asked, barely above a whisper. Internally cursing himself as he realized he sounded desperate. 

She shifted on his lap, sitting up, and her hand slowly and agonizingly went from his face, down his neck, and sat in between their crotches. “You’re hard.” Her fingers grasped around his length through his pants, making him jump.

He looked away from her, nuzzling into her other hand. “How could I not…? If you’re kissing someone and they don’t get hard, you should just leave them.” And come back to me, he thought in his head. 

She brought her hand back up to his face and made him look at her again. “I think…we still need more practice.” Her demeanor was lustful, and it was making Caleb nervous and excited in more ways than one. And she dived in for another kiss.

-

Caleb tossed and turned that night. Replaying the scene over and over again. He felt giddy and guilty all at the same time. He wished it was real but started to accept whatever he could get. He wondered how the next morning would go, wondering how he would act normal like he promised. Caleb got the taste of her, and he didn’t know how to keep himself from wanting more. 

He just prayed she’d go to him first and take control the way she did that night. They ended up making out for what felt like hours. Every time he thought she was done with exploring, she would mutter something about wanting to practice more and how she wasn’t sure she learned anything yet. 

He wondered if there was any possibility that she wanted him just as much. Which he quickly shot down himself, afraid to get his hopes up. 

Caleb pressed his fingertips to his lips, still feeling the electricity from earlier. His cock stirred in his pants again as he remembered how she felt on top of him. At some point, she started grinding down on him and he could have cum on the spot if it wasn’t for him trying to hold himself back. The pressure almost killed him. 

He slipped his shirt off and tossed it aside, making a mental reminder to pick it back up in the morning. Then he shimmied his sweats down to his knees, the cold air prickling his thighs. The tent in his boxers grew as it was released from his pants.

Caleb began to palm himself, remembering the way her hand felt on him. Wishing it was still her hand. A twinge of guilt left him as a moan slipped through his lips. He instantly covered his mouth with his free hand as he continued to grind into his palm. 

“Fuck it…” He muttered under his breath as he fully took his pants off, propping himself up onto the pillows. He took his cock out through the opening of his boxers, his own thumb going down his leaking tip.

Suddenly, there was a knock on his door. “Caleb…are you asleep?”

Panicking, he shoved his dick back into his boxers and fumbled in the bed. He grabbed the blanket on his bed and wrapped it around him, attempting to cover himself and hide his boner. He rushed to the door, sweating and breathing heavily.

Opening it, he saw her, wide-eyed staring at him. “Oh, I didn’t think you’d be awake…” She muttered, looking at him up and down. She brought up a hand to her lips, failing to suppress a grin. “My bad…you’re busy.” A slight giggle came out of her before she said, “I’ll just bother you in the morning…uh, continue.” She winked at him before leaving.

He couldn’t even defend himself. He just closed the door and leaned his head on it. Cursing himself.

-

She was the one who acted like nothing happened first. He got into the kitchen to make the two of them breakfast and she came out like usual, complaining about her sleep. No words were exchanged about their night. He was both disappointed and relieved. He didn’t know how he would have talked about it, but he also didn’t want to fully sweep it under the rug.

He just went with the flow regardless. “What did you want to ask me last night?”

She choked on her latte, possibly remembering the state she found him in, making him red in return. “Oh, hehe.” A smirk plastered on her face. “I couldn’t sleep so I just wanted to bother you, but take me to the store. One of my classes posted the syllabus last minute, and it’s asking for stuff I don’t have.” She groaned.

And that was how they ended up at the mall. Caleb started to wonder if she really needed anything for her classes, because they ended up at the claw machines. “Does this syllabus of yours require apple and cactus plushies, pip?” 

Rolling her eyes at him before putting more coins into the machine, she held her phone up to his face. “It says ‘Enjoy the last day of summer!’ So this is me enjoying it. Now if you’re not going to help me win these, can you get us drinks from the store downstairs?”

Despite being at a new mall, the routine between the two remained the same. He wasn’t very good at claw games, and although neither was she, she was a lot better than him. Caleb had gotten better throughout the years, though. In middle and high school, when her friends would whisk her away for the weekend, he would go to the mall by himself and spend all his allowance or paycheck attempting to get better. She used to gush over the couples at the arcade, and he wanted to provide that for her. Yet he could never reach their level.

He bought their usual drink orders and when he picked his cup up, he noticed a phone number written on the cup. He looked behind the counter to find one of the baristas staring at him, waiting. 

With an awkward style, he called over a different cashier. “Hi, sorry to be a bother but do you mind putting this into a new cup? My girlfriend may get upset, but I appreciate the sentiment regardless.” Caleb said loud enough for the girl to hear. He didn’t want to be too harsh, but he didn’t want her hopes to be up either. He was strictly for one person only, even if she didn’t know it. 

After a change of cups, he went back upstairs, looking for her in the rows of claw machines. And then he heard her laugh. It would have been an endearing encounter, but only when he was the cause of it. Instead, he tensed. 

And then he saw her, with a familiar figure beside her. Holding out the apple plushie she’s been trying to grab for ages. 

Gideon.

Caleb really liked Gideon. He just felt extremely envious of him at times. In the short time he’s known him, he’s seen how confident he was about people he was interested in. Casual crushes were quickly pursued after, even if it only lasted a few days. Yet Caleb had been in love for years, and he still couldn’t peep a word of it. Last night’s events showed just how much of a coward he was. 

“Caleb! Look!” She waved over at him, pointing at Gideon and the plushie. 

“Hey man!” Gideon called out, his eyes squinting with happiness at him. His smile radiated like ever. 

He cursed at how hard it was to be upset at him. He just gave off immense energy of pure goodness. Caleb was still going to try to be upset at him.

Feigning a smile, he walked over at them and gave her her drink. “Do you want mine, Gid? I can just share with her.” Caleb offered, earning a scrunched face from her. He wanted to mark territory somehow, even if it was only evident to him. 

Gideon declined, “No, it’s alright. It’s funny seeing you two here!”

Caleb explained how he got roped into being there in the first place. Then she shoved her drink and things to him, saying she needed to go to the bathroom. The two were left alone waiting, exchanging random gossip.

Suddenly, Gideon’s voice turned slightly serious. “Hey, I know this is sudden. But the two of you are just close friends…right?” 

Caleb knew exactly what was coming. And he smelled it from a mile away. And he had no excuse to be against it. Despite Gideon having been dating around, none of the failed relationships were his fault. He was a 100% genuine guy with tough luck at times. He wanted to lie to him but he couldn’t. “Uh…yeah, why?”

“You think it’d be cool if I asked her out?”

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10 Tips for New Stray Kids Fanfic Writers

Do you ever sit there staring at your Stray Kids draft and think:

“Is this even good?” “What if no one reads it?” “How the heck do I post fics on Tumblr anyway??”

But the truth is—everyone starts somewhere, and Tumblr’s full of people who do want to read what you’re writing (yes, even that fluff fic where Chan is your barista).

This guide is for you—the new fic writer, the quiet reader finally ready to post, the person overthinking everything.

Tip 1: Set up your space

You don’t need a fancy theme or 10k followers. But having a cozy blog setup helps people find and follow your work.

Pick a username you like (bonus if it hints at SKZ or writing).

In your bio, mention your fics, SKZ biases, and any ships or genres you focus on.

Pin a post!!! Link your intro, a masterlist, or a WIP schedule—your call. The most important thing is that this stays ORGANIZED. If people cannot find your fics , they wont be able to read them.

Tip 2: Use tags like your fic depends on it (because it does)

Tags = Tumblr SEO. The first 20 matter most.

Here’s how to tag smart:

Fandom: #stray kids, #skz, #stray kids fanfic

Member: #han jisung, #bang chan, etc.

Ship (if any): #hyunlix, #minchan, etc.

Genre/tropes: #fluff, #angst, #hurt comfort, #roommates au

Format: #oneshot, #smau, #drabble, #fic series

This helps the right readers find your stuff!

🛑 Important: Don’t tag members, ships, or tropes that aren’t in your fic just for reach. That’s called false tagging, and it breaks trust with readers. Someone clicking #seungmin isn’t expecting a Jeongin x reader fic with zero Seungmin content 😅

Keep your tags accurate and relevant—it builds a loyal reader base way faster than overtagging ever will.

Tip 3: Use the “Read More” feature

If your fic is more than a few paragraphs, add a Read More break (the little scissors ✂️ in the editor). It keeps dashboards clean and your post looking tidy.

Bonus: You can add a fun header, a quote, or tags before the cut to hook readers in!

Tip 4: Make a Masterlist (even if you only have 1 fic)

It’s your fic menu! This is where people will go to read your work. Be proud of it!! List your stories by member, ship, or type. Add emojis for ✨aesthetic✨. Update it as you go.

Even if you’ve only posted once—put it on there. You’re a writer now. 🫶

Tip 5: Engage with other SKZ fic writers

Tumblr isn’t a one-way street. You’ll build a reader base faster (and have more fun!) if you:

Reblog others’ fics and leave comments on their work.

Answer asks. Send asks.

Join writing events or tag games.

Hype up your mutuals!!

The stray kids community is super supportive—don’t be shy.

Tip 6: Use content warnings + proper tags

Keep your readers safe and informed by tagging:

Sensitive themes: #tw abuse, #death, #mental health

NSFW: Always tag it clearly, and don’t forget the 18+ warning

Major spoilers: if it’s plot heavy, give a heads up

It’s respectful and helps build trust.

Tip 7 : Reminder: Notes ≠ Worth

Got 7 notes on your fic? That’s seven whole people who took the time to read your words. That’s a small group reading circle. Intimate. Intentional. Beautiful.

20 notes? That’s a classroom full of people listening to the story you created.

100 notes? You just filled a conference room. Imagine standing at the front, reading your fic out loud to everyone in that space.

500+ notes? That’s a theater audience. All eyes on you. Applauding your imagination.

No matter the number, your story reached someone. That matters.

✨ Some fics blow up overnight. Some quietly change someone’s whole day. Both are real impact.

Write because you love it. Write because it’s in you. Write for the one person who needed that exact scene, line, or character—and found it in your words.

Tip 8 : Make your blog feel you

Tumblr loves writers who:

Share WIP snippets or headcanons

Post silly tag games

Talk about writing struggles (we all relate)

Make moodboards or fic memes

People connect with your words and your personality. Let that shine.

Tip 9: Start small—and keep it fun

You don’t need to drop a 10k word masterpiece your first time out. Write a drabble. A blurb. A tiny scene that makes you smile.

Low-pressure writing builds consistency and helps you find your voice. The best part? Those small fics often get the most love because they’re easy to read and reblog.

Tip 10: Reblog. Your. Own. Fic.

Tumblr moves fast. Your post can get buried in hours. So reblog it! More than once. With:

A different teaser line

A fun tag (like #if you like pain, read this)

A “thank you” or “I can’t believe I wrote this” moment

It’s not annoying. It’s smart. People are in different time zones and scroll at different hours. Let your fic breathe.

If you don’t hype yourself up, who will?

Did this help you?

Or maybe you have some tips that helped you as a new writer?

Feel free to leave them in the comments — we’d love to hear from you!

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BOOK OF BILL WEBSITE CHANGE

this contains MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE WEBSITE CHANGE. if you want to find shit urself, dont read this!!!

also this is part one of probably many bc i cant fit everything in here. curse you image limit

i wont be going over alot of the not as important stuff, but still go explore the website for it because i got alot of good laughs!

RIGHT OFF THE BAT. In the top right corner of the screen when the lightning flashes, there are words revealed carved in the wall. it reads: VALLIS CINERIS. when this is typed into the computer it gives this video:

haunting. really giving me analog horror vibes. wasnt sure what else to do with this though.

I also noticed that on the candle in the right side of the desk, there is a code

this is decoded used the rune code, and translates into CURSED. when put into the computer, this is what is given back:

interesting.

One of the first things me and my friends did was go through the main characters names. the most interesting one of these for me is definitely Stanley, but i want to go over Pacifica first because Stanleys is LONG.

When you type in Pacifica you get this:

I love her signature btw. BUT if you type in Platinum Paz, you get somethin very, very interesting.

This may not be in the right order so forgive me, but at the end of that code, if you use a shift decoder (im so smart sue me)

it says: "STAY AWAY FROM HER CIPHER. SHE HAS THE PROTECTION OF THE LUMBERFOLKS SPIRITS"

pacificas character development has always been special to me, and this was honestly chilling. in the book of bill we see that she has nightmares about the lumberjack, and this shows how much guilt she carries. her finally finding her peace with what happened made me smile :)

but as nice and heartwarming as this is, were moving on to STANLEY PINES! and oh BOY are the stanley lovers having a field day. so first of all, if you type in Stanley, it will take you to a few different links. including gold chains, brass knuckles, an 8 ball cane, a fez, and a colonel neck tie. funny right? if you keep entering his name, this pops up:

Below this is a bunch of things with the label of being shameful. one of them is very interesting but im gonna put some lighter stuff first for the sillies.

i need alex to show us the photos from the hunky drifters catalogue alex can you hear me please i mean WHO SAID THATTTT WHO SAID THATTTTTT

ALSO NO ONE COMING TO HIS FAKE FUNERAL EXCEPT HIS MOM :( she loved her little free spirit stanley

ALSO- him stripping for flour in Tijuana, again, i need photographic evidence.

his ex wives list also made me giggle. he was MARRIED TO OLD GOLDIE????? also Marilyn being Eda made me giggle, i love the fact that they got married at some point. get them back together please. also stan having smaller hands than ford and being self-conscious about it stan i love you mwah mwah mwah

ALSO FILBRICK TRYING TO SELL STAN FOR GETTIN AN F- PLEASE

anyways now onto the section at the bottom of the Wheel of Shame page!

Its titled : HOW HE BEAT ME. im not adding a photo bc ur guy is running out of room :(

you have to click on this repeatedly to get anything good out of it, so i took the liberty of milking it for all it had!!! i didnt take screenshots of everything because some of it was redundant, but here are the interesting and or funny bits:

just reiterating, this is not all thats in there, im just putting parts that stood out to me. please take the time to go through all this urself bc its a TREAT.

now into the crazier stuff

hes obviously having some sort of breakdown, just like we see at the end of the book of bill. the last page i decoded myself, and i got this using all the different decoders:

"THROUGH LQS SFSE CN EVERYONE IVE EVER"

for "LQS SFSE CN" i used the original bill cipher code, and im not sure why it gave me this. a smarter, better decoder probably has the answer.

i can theorize a few different things on what this could possibly mean even with it not being all decoded. the one that comes to mind is "I can still see through everyone ive ever met" maybe knowing too much? but without the middle part decoded i cant say much. if you have the solution for this please leave a comment as any help would be greatly appreciated. this all did drop a few hours ago so i doubt many people are working on decoding all this.

UPDATE!! I TRANSLATED IT WRONG.

IT SAYS “THROUGH THE EYES OF EVERYONE IVE EVER”

this makes alot more sense. bill can see through others eyes so it most likely is refering too how he possesses people and sees through their eyes. In the book of bill he shows how angry he is having to watch the Pines family be happy.

It says that when he closes his eye, he can still see through the eyes of everyone hes ever…possesed? probably. So can Bill still see through Ford, or maybe Dipper, and he cant turn it off. Whenever he closes his eyes he is haunted by the happy life he failed to destroy. To see through their eyes.

This poem using gambling as a way to describe Stan's life choices really struck me. the more i thought on it the more it made sense. he gambled that Ford's project would probably still work, gambled with all of his sham products. His entire life has been a betting game. The most interesting thing about all this is the end of the poem. It reads

"IM STILL ON YOUR MIND"

this has been a theory for awhile in the gravity falls community that if stan got back all his memories, including ones about bill, wouldnt bill come back? for me this confirms the theory, and opens up a whole new can of worms which i will talk about later.

I have reached my image and video limit, but expect more posts!

stay weird yall :)

[patopq]

Hey so this is my list of Molly character traits i gathered through talks and various sources

Thought it could help anyone figuring out how to write molly, if you even care? Take this however you want, ill just leave this here

These are factual shit taliesin or others said about him, my personal opinions or notes are between the [ ] thingies

(in case someone wants the source of X thing, just ask me)

• contrary to percy de rolo (who is trying to find his place in the world) molly ALREADY found his place in the world, the world has to contourt around him and he's not changing anything about himself, fuck all

• he has a clear, strong moral code that he follows strictly, even if his actions seem random. [and thats why i dont consider him "chaotic" in the alignment chart, even if he SEEMS chaotic]

• talking about alignment, he also doesnt have any, he def doesnt fit into the "lawful" category, but also "neutral" doesnt sound like him, which makes sense because taliesin based molly (among other things) around the idea of a character NOT being able to fit into the alignment chart, as if if he ever picked a weapon that only worked for people of certain alignment, the weapon would never work with him. Everything explodes [this is all mentioned in the m9 wrap up, regarding mollys creation]

• molly doesnt want to be lonely / is lowk afraid of being so. He doesnt know what its like to be alone because he literally has no memory of ever being so; he has always been in company. And so he's NOT eager to find out.

• he likes complex group dynamics because he's used to them, so being with the nein feels comfortable. (Taliesin said, he literally just went from shifty group to another shifty-unhealthy-group) Still, he knows theres some shit they have to work out in terms of "you fuck everybody over, but THIS group of people you dont fuck with"

• to the previous point, molly is very serious about the little group he has, be it the circus or the nein, you DONT fuck this people over, you may start a war with the dynasty, but THIS group you dont fuck with, and i believe molly has explicitly said this himself (i think around ep12. not the dynasty part though, he doesnt know what a kingdom is in the first place)

• hes damn functionally illiterate, dont care about books, and hes not that bright [*looks at that 10 int*]

• hes a classisist (no explanation needed. I also am not going to rewatch 26 episodes rn to psychoanalyse this part of him. Give me 2 years)

• he doesnt care about anybody's backstory, he doesnt have one, "doesnt see the point in the mess" he will wait until you ACTUALLY do something fucked up and then we'll see [taliesin said that he doesnt think thats a good way of thinking,, but well. NEVER think that their dnd characters are right, ever]

• he didnt learn any name of any Town he went to "because WHY. BOTHER." [This is very conected to the whole illiterate deal, he really doesn't know anything about the world and doesnt care (take for example this moment)]

• he's his own moral compass. He's the center of his own moral reality. He's a deep believer of "I am smart enough to not do anything wrong UNLESS its entirely by accident. So anything i do on purpose cant possibly be wrong because i'm never a wrong person" [yes, thats fucked up LMAO, & im quoting this from taliesin]

• he has a "experience everything" mentality because of the fact that he lost an unknown number of years of his life, and suspects that his past will eventually come and bite his ass and.. he probably wont survive it. so he doesnt think he will be here for long

• theres a definite fear of mortality (?said taliesin) [which is weird since i thought he didnt care? aw man, now his death is even sadder -> this was written when i wasnt over molly's death, okay?]

• he thinks all tm9 is attractive "this is a very shaggable group" [-said taliesin in a panel-]

• he was a BAD roommate. Take this however you want, but for example, he would be casually naked, [at least often enough for taliesin to say this]

• he takes advantage in people making assumptions about him and hes comfortable with it

meaning, if you're a weirdo who enters a room, the way people react about you, tells YOU all you need to know about THEM

[In case its not clear, skip this if it is: if when people see you the first thing they do is side-eye you and make assumptions about you, then you easily learn you dont even need to engage with them, "why talk with someone who makes assumptions abt ppl like that? They've got problems"]

There are more things, if i didnt add them, i probably just didnt even think about adding because i thought of them as obvious, or i actually missed it.

[beemochi-art]

For the Character: twitch 8, thrash 2, nightshade 18, hashtag 20, jawbreaker 21 and slipstream 14.

For the Ship Forte-verse Jazz/prowl D and for the author 🌍

2) First time meeting their best friend

Thrash first time meeting his best friends is when the Malto adopted him. Robby and Mo aren’t just his siblings but his best friends.

HOWEVER! Thrash was ecstatic to meet JB. They are connected to each other through an emotional bond and became friends quickly.

8) First time they took a risk, or the biggest risk they've ever taken

Teaching herself how to fly. None of the autobots fly, Wheeljack tried his best to help her but unfortunately he wasn’t successful at teaching something he doesn’t know. She had to learn herself, and with a lot of practice (and being a bit of an extremist.) she got it.

14) First time facing their fears

Slipstream isn’t necessarily scared of concepts she is instead more scared of certain people. She is afraid of Megatron most of all. She most of the time stayed out of his way. But When Megatron was going to kill Starscream she couldn’t stand by. She shielded Starscream with her body, this decision could have killed her but instead Megatron spared Starscream. She still got hit but at least her dad is alive, though he probably wished he was dead during the beating. Though she faced Megatron she is still scared.

18) First example of real character growth along their journey

(SMALL RANT. I am very upset on the treatment of Nightshade by both the fandom and the writers, l wont start on my issues with the fandom cause those issues aren’t relevant here. I wanted so desperately for Nightshade to be an actual character, and for season one they were but after that it was just over, no more problems, no more contemplating issues. Unfortunately like most Lgbtq characters, they are turned into a place holder, just a box to check on the pandering list. It seems like now nightshade is just the person with the remote that fixes everything, part of the reason why I like Earthspark Expeditions is Nightshades dialogue when you screw up. Nightshade pull no punches on making you feel bad, which is something that happened to me a lot cause I was really bad at those side quests. But even though they weren’t a playable character they still felt like more then a place holder, that bot can be sassy. And I loved it. But alas, it’s probably too much to expect a company to make actual Lgbtq characters like normal character. Regardless I feel like it is important to include lgbtq characters in media)

ANYWAY!! Nightshade came online and was alone, they saw the decepticons destroying everything/ some decepticons seeing Nightshade as vermin and the Autobots fighting back in a brutal way. They recognized that they were a similar species to the cybertronians but renounce they’re ferocity and brutal ways. Nightshade also learn the hard way that humans aren’t that different either. Feeling alone and confused about the world around them, they decided they would just live solitary. Until that option wasn’t available anymore due to the decepticons. Nightshade left with no better option followed Twitch to the Autobot base. Nightshade was stand-offish and sometimes mean. Throughout they’re adventures they learn that the Autobots are here to protect them and may not be right all the time but are trying. Nightshade connected with Bumblebee, they have many similarities. Nightshade also come to sympathies with some cons as well. Nightshade wants gets inspired to want things to change in peaceful way… there has to be a way.

20) First time they felt accepted/welcomed by another character

Hashtag had to be rescued from a M.E.C.H base. Being forced to fight both autobots and decepticons, She was very confused, aggressive and didn’t really know anything. She did know the bots she had an emotional connection with were apart of her in some ways and could be trusted. She didn’t really like humans either, so when Thrash took all the Terrans back to the Malto home she stay around the woods near their home.

It took lots of time but the Terrans as a collective brought her out of her shell and made her feel safe. They told her that technically she was the reason they all were together now. They may have never met if she didn’t call to them.

21) First major change in their life, and how they dealt with it

Jawbreaker leaving the decepticons. He had too. He needed to go find what was calling to him. But that wasn’t the only reason. He knew Megatron is wrong, maybe he was right a long time ago but now it’s wrong. Jb barely understands anything about the War but he has seen people get hurt, he’s been hurt.

Jb took a risk and left without looking back. He mostly keeps to himself about his decision but sometimes struggles with it and wants to go back. He’s not dealing with it too good, but he’s got his siblings to lean on when he needs it. He just hopes those he left behind are doing ok.

D) First kiss

After a couple of dates and Jazz egging Prowl on. Prowl went to kiss him, unfortunately there was more then his nerves getting in the way.

🌍 - First attempt at worldbuilding, or a notable piece of worldbuilding you're proud of

A personal series I have which has OOTALS AND OOTALS of of world building that I am proud of. I love this story and I’ve had it for years, probably one of the early stories I’ve made. It’s called Wolfram.

Tf stuff has definitely helped my world building skill.

[cryptidghostgirl]

I would literally pay you to write a sequel to Humanity’s Most Favored Fantasy where the reader ends up in heaven but goes back cuz she needs everyone to know she's OK and alastor confesses cuz he won't miss the chance twice

A/N It was supposed to be a one off but I can totally make this happen bc I do feel like she would be redeemed. Sorry for so many posts today, I am really trying to get through these requests before the week of midterms I am going to deal with next week followed by a family vacation.

Humanity's Most Favored Fantasy pt. 2 (Alastor x Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Part One: Humanity's Most Favored Fantasy (Alastor x Reader)

Warnings: I don't think there are any but please correct me if I am wrong. A tiny little baby bit of angst?? Idk, man.

Word Count: 1,783

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"You have to send me back."

Sera watched Heaven's two newest angels with careful consideration. They were each the first of their kind as far as either she or Emily knew, sinners having been redeemed.

"You have to at least let me talk to them!" Y/n pleaded, "Please, Charlie needs to know it worked. This... this place, that hotel, it's her dream. She's been dreaming for this all her life, working for it, giving it everything she has her whole life! She needs to know, she deserves to know."

"I mean, Sera, what harm could it do?" Emily tentatively asked her companion.

Y/n turned, looking back at Sir Pentious for help. Both had died in the battle for the hotel, only to be reborn as angels. They each had sacrificed themselves to Adam and his wrath for the sake of their friends, their newly found family.

The journey to Heaven had changed them. Sir Pentious was decked out in all white and gold, little hearts hidden everywhere over his body because it was his confession to Cheri that had been the final straw, that absolute show of humility in the face of sudden violent fear. Y/n on the other hand had found her angle form very similar to the statues she'd poured over as a human. A chiton hung lightly from her shoulders, her hair pulled up in an imperial Roman style and laurels winding their way around her head and through her hair. She looked positively monumental.

"Please." Y/n turned back to Sera, noting Pentious' hesitation, "You... you have to. Aren't we supposed to be all about fairness? About kindness? About caring for others?"

"She's got a point." Emily hummed, "I think we should give them a portal, at least so they can talk to their friends."

It was now Sir Pentious stepped forward, shaking slightly as he still tried to take in his new surroundings. Unlike Y/n who had disregarded them entirely in favor of the fight she was now picking with the seraphim, Pentious was overwhelmed and confused, completely loosing himself to the situation.

"Um... please, my ladies." he tentatively began before Y/n desperately cut him off.

"We wont ask for anything! Ever again! Right Pen?"

Sir Pentious nodded eagerly, his hands clasped before his chest. Emily turned to Sera, her eyes wide and pleading.

"Come on, Sera! Please!"

Sera sighed. This whole occasion was completely unheard of, totally uncharted territory.

"I suppose."

She would need to talk to God, need to get some form of guidance. For now, allowing the redeemed sinners to speak to their friends didn't seem to be too much of a risk. Emily clapped her hands in excitement, Y/n could have cried.

"Thank you."

Reluctantly, Sera nodded her head in welcome and with a flick of her wrist, a spinning disc of gold appeared in the air.

"Here are the rules." she carefully began, "One, you are not to speak to them where Emily and I cannot see both you and them through the portal. Two, there is a time limit. You get five minutes. Thre-"

"Oh come on, Sera!" Emily cut in, "Isn't that enough? This is their family, they might never get to see them again."

Sera let out another world weary sigh. She didn't have the energy to fight with Emily, it was all too much.

"Fine, fine." she waved the younger seraphim off, "Are you two ready?"

Y/n and Pentious met one another's gaze.

"Yes." Sir Pentious answered for them, "I believe so."

With a snap of Sera's fingers, the center of the glowing disc spread open like the aperture of a camera. The sight that met their eyes caused Y/n to gasp, her hands flying to her mouth.

The hotel looked completely different. Everything was nicer, shinier, bigger than either former sinner had ever seen it.

"The fuck is that?" they heard Cherri ask in her thick, Australian drawl.

"It's us!" Sir Pentious happily replied and in a flash, every member of the hotel was gathered on the other side of the portal.

"Charlie!" Y/n exclaimed, tears running down her cheeks, "Angie! Husker!"

"Y/n? Pen?" Charlie asked, her eyes wide.

"You did it!" Y/n happily replied.

"Where are you guys?" Nifty asked, looking in awe at Y/n and Pentious' stark white surroundings.

"We're in Heaven." Sir Pentious proudly replied.

"Say hi Sera, Emily!"

Emily ducked into view of the others, waving excitedly while Sera stayed put.

"Or... not Sera, I guess." Y/n mumbled, a bit disappointed.

Charlie turned to Vaggie, grabbing her girlfriend by the shoulders and shaking her intensly.

"Vaggie!" she screamed in excitment.

"You did it! I'm so proud of you." Vaggie smiled up at her girlfriend, caressing her cheek gently with one of her hands.

"We did it." Charlie corrected, turning back to Y/n and Sir Pentious, "Oh my gosh, you guys! I'm so..."

Charlie sniffled and Y/n laughed, her eyes soft with care.

"We love you too Charlie. We..."

She turned to Sera, catching the look the seraphim shot her that alerted them to their dwindling time.

"We don't have much time." Sir Pentious finished for Y/n, "We just wanted to let you all know. We had to let you all know. Cheri, my dear?"

Cheri's cheeks flushed pink as Angle elbowed her playfully.

"Uh, yeah?"

Pentious smiled.

"I hope to see you soon."

"Sure. Whatever." Cheri looked away and Husk laughed.

"We hope to see all of you soon." Y/n added and then her face fell.

She hadn't meant to sour the mood with the impossibility of her words. Vaggie put a comforting arm around Charlie and Y/n could have sworn she saw one of Alastor's ears twitch from where he stood at the back of the group.

Alastor had been the only one to say nothing to the pair so far. The portal was growing smaller and the only thing on Y/n's mind was letting everyone at the hotel who she knew she might never get the chance to see again know how grateful she was to have had the opportunity to know them.

Brow furrowed, eyes lightly panicked, she turned to Charlie.

"Charlie, I love you." she announced, tears beginning to pool in her eyes, "I am so grateful for you, for everything you've done. You're an incredible person and I... I'm going to miss you so much. Same with you Vaggie. You are the brightest pair of people of any sort I have ever met."

That was the last straw for Charlie. The demon Princess began to bawl and with Angel and Cheri's help, Vaggie lead her out of sight of the portal. Next, Y/n fixed her gaze on Husk.

"Husker, I don't know if... if you or Nifty even want... it doesn't matter." she took a deep breath, "You are both such incredible people, thank you for being my friends."

Husk smiled sadly at her as Nifty latched onto his leg, hugging it tightly as tears began to fall. Lastly, Y/n turned to look at Alastor.

Out of everyone at the hotel, she knew Alastor the least. They never spoke much and when they were in the same room together, he always seemed to be as far away from her as he could get. It was complicated and confusing, but Y/n still knew none of this would have been possible without his help. She took a deep breath.

"Alastor?"

His ears picked up at the sound of her voice saying his name. Warily, he turned to face her.

Ever since the portal had appeared, his brain had been a rushing mess of thought, his heart a caged bird, trapped in the confines of his chest. He had thought he had lost any hope, any chance. Things had suddenly become much more complicated.

"I know we were never close." Y/n began and his breath caught in his throat, "I just... none of this would have been possible without you. I know you have no interest in redemption and... I wish I had gotten to know you better. You're... even though I don't really know you all to well, I want you to know that I love you all the same."

It was the first time, the very first time, those words had ever been directed from her to him. It felt better than Alastor ever could have imagined.

"I love you too."

The words had left his mouth before he'd really been able to think them through. His cheeks flushed pink at the realization of what he had said, Y/n's eyes widened, her lips slightly parted.

It was strange. Maybe it was because he always avoided her, maybe it was because she thought he hated her. Maybe it was a billion different reasons why she had never considered the idea before but none of those things mattered because she heard his words now, considered them now. Y/n realized that maybe, just maybe, she wanted to love him back. Not platonically because maybe, just maybe, in this moment, all she wanted to do was reach through the portal and kiss him.

Those were thoughts to deal with later. She would have time later, she didn't now. The portal's closure became faster and Y/n sent a panicked look towards Sera and Emily. They were, however, unyielding in her silent plea and so she turned back to the quickly shrinking image of Alastor, Husk, and Nifty.

"I..." her voice trembled, "Fuck! Alastor, there's no time. I... fuck!"

There was so much she wanted to say, so many questions left unasked. Alastor, to her surprise, broke through her stressed mutterings, fueled by a sudden, wild courage. It was that human part of him, that one remaining spark of light.

"It's alright." he took a step closer, "You don't have to answer I just... I needed you to know. When Adam... when you died, the... nothing mattered anymore. I never thought I'd get the chance to say it, to tell you the truth. I had to, I had... I'm sorry."

"No! Alastor!" She yelled fiercely back at him, her eyes wild and determined as he loved them best, "Never apologize for loving someone. Never apologize for caring. I..."

The portal was almost shut now.

"Come find me!"

In a burst of golden light like phoenix fire, the portal vanished. Y/n was breathless, she turned to Pentious who was smiling brightly.

"He loves me."

He nodded and she giggled giddily.

"He loves me!"

As reality set in, the joy slipped from her face.

"And I'll probably never see him again."

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[itsmemuffy]

When I published my first post, wanted to keep the momentum going. It was my goal to post weekly and well.... it's been two weeks ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I abandoned all my little drabbles to focus on a full-length fic that is becoming waaay longer than I anticipated. Thought I'd post a little WIP Wednesday to make sure I don't go back into the ether. Can't wait to have this one finished, I've been having a lot of fun writing it.

Contents: Original Trilogy! Logan x fem reader, naive reader, obsessive Logan, suggestive content, Charles makes an appearance

Summary: You keep everything running as smooth as possible in the background while Professor Xavier keeps a very full plate of locating mutants, running the school, and leading the X-Men. A steady stream of mutants come and go through the mansion, but a certain one in particular makes it his mission to nestle his way into your life.

The past few days had been a whirlwind for Logan. He's the type of man that goes where he wants to go- and waking up in an infirmary on a small hospital cot after being round up like some sort of animal was not on his list of things to do that week, to say the least.

For all intents and purposes, his next plan of action was to get away from here as soon as he possibly could and get back to the life he lived on his own terms. His only home and form of transportation was totalled somewhere in the Alberta wilderness, sure, but he already had experience starting over from nothing.

When he first met you, a cute little thing diligently running errands to what was perhaps the one man who could have his answers, you immediately piqued Logan's interest. So sweet and so kind, and Charles put his trust in you?

He had barged in like he owned the place on you and the professor scheduling out the upcoming semester in his office. Charles appeared to have already gotten used to this type behavior from him. "This, my dear, is Logan. He will hopefully be joining us now."

Oh... so is he planning to stick around? You ponder as you bite the inside of your cheek, leaning onto Charles' desk with your hip. Logan immediately came off as brooding and dismissive, and he didn't seem like the type to settle into a place beaming with so much activity. Regardless, you extended your hand out to him as you told him your name.

It took him a second to register the gesture. He only now noticed how lost in thought he was, eyes caught below your neckline. With a clearing of his throat, Logan reached a hand back to you to shake it. The most formal of ways to greet someone, yet the feeling of your delicate fingers grasping his rough palm caused his mind to wander again. He forced himself back to reality.

"I guess I'll be seeing you around" Logan remained aloof in speech, hoping you didn't notice the way he devoured you with his gaze. He decided to promptly remove himself from the room, searching for the privacy to be alone with his thoughts.

A few interactions after your initial introduction, Logan started to feel something beyond sexual curiosity. You made his heart race, you made him nervous.

Not a single detail went unnoticed by Logan. The way your hips would sway, how you parted your hair, the lipstick you wore, the softness in your voice whenever you greeted him, your scent.

Life kept throwing change in Logan's way, morphing his way of living into something unrecognizable to him. For the last however many years (boy, is he ever bad at keeping track of time) he had filled them with isolation and taking whatever cheap pleasures he could find. Now he finds himself surrendering the space in his mind to a woman he barely knew. You brought warmth and light into a cold, dark place.

No, this wont fly, he thought to himself. The fact that he was losing control over the dynamic between you made him very uncomfortable. Logan made it his mission to learn more about you. If he could just figure you out, he could take the reins over again.

The two of you would always acknowledge eachother in a group setting. The tiny smile Logan would throw your way whenever you caught eyes made you weak. You couldn't help but to want to know more about him too. A rugged man who was a stranger not too long ago was showing you consideration? A man who nobody knows where he's been, what he's done, how old he is? It kind of racked your brain, but you tried not to let it trip you up.

Oh, but he would catch you trip up. It wasn't lost on Logan the times you entered a space with him in it, seemingly to forget what you came in there for. Maybe you were a little ditzy- your mind often racing too fast that you couldn't catch up with yourself, but it had happened too many times for it to be a coincidence. At least, that's what he told himself.

He replicated your behavior, scouting you out amongst the mansion. It wasn't hard for him to find you. Your trail had become so much bolder to his senses, overshadowing anybody else that could be in vicinity.

Logan always found what he was looking for. Excuse after excuse slipped easily from his lips. Obvious to everyone else what he was doing, you earnestly took the bait every time without fail. He marked the first time he had a conversation with you alone as a significant victory.

"Hey, didn't see you there. Have you seen Charles around? I need to talk to him." He had cornered you in the library, watching you read for a minute or two before making his presence known.

You flinched up in your chair, "Jesus Logan, don't sneak up on me like that!" The yelp that initially left your lips was definitely a sound he would remember next time he's alone.

"Sorry, doll. Didn't mean to scare ya," he chuckled.

The upset you felt towards him for breaking your flow state lasted but half a second. You couldn't be mad. After all, whatever he needed Charles for must of been important.

"No, Jean and him are off chaperoning a field trip in the city. He should be back sometime this evening."

Logan let out a little "hmph", trying his best sound to sound disappointed. Inside he was estatic he finally caught up to you again. Now with no one else around, his mind flooded with possibilities on how this could go. The odds of you immediately throwing yourself at him weren't zero, were they? If he were to take you and bend you over the table right this very second, there was a possiblility you'd let him... right? God, am I really this desperate? he thought.

After letting a moment hang in the air, he sat down next to you in the ajacet seat. "So, what are you doing here all by yourself? Got nothing better to do on a Saturday afternoon, huh?" Good idea, Logan, change the subject.

"You're one to talk," your focus was now one hundred percent on him. Thighs spread as he lazily leaned back in the chair, rolling his head ro the side. To say he wasn't beautiful like this would be a lie. You've rarely seen him this relaxed. "Aren't you here too?"

"Huh." Logan did not anticipate you to call him out like that, "I guess you've got a point."

An awkward silence sat between the two of you. You pretended to divert your attention back to your book, not letting him escape the corner of your eye. Logan lit up a cigar he fished from his pocket. He desperately needed something to do with his hands.

"This is a library, you know that right?" You chide him after an annoyed sigh.

"Oh, is it now? I thought all these books were just for decoration." His lips sucked in another drag.

"Very expensive books, Logan. There's plenty of perfecly fine places to smoke around here if you just look."

He got up from his seat, "Then why don't you show me around, darlin'? Open my eyes a little." You couldn't quite tell if the pet name was to belittle you or to be affectionate. A hand reached out to bring you to stand. "I'll let you lead the way."

[garbinge]

Maybe One Day

Chibs Telford x F!Teller!Reader

Summary: You go back to Charming 10 years after… everything.

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Angsty. Mentions of death, murder, emotional distress, emotionally heavy.

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A/N: I wrote this on my phone so don’t mind any odd formatting or editing mistakes!

Part 2

The moment you crossed into the town line you felt the heaviness overcome you. It was like there was this smog that only existed within the miles of town, one foot outside that sign that held the town founding year and population and it was like fresh air. But currently you were being suffocated as the odometer added mile after mile as you drove deeper into Charming.

It was like looking at an old photograph, not much had changed in most parts. There was still the main street strip, some of the stores definitely were new, but the street felt the same. You noticed the lack of loud, rumbling motors, lack of two wheeled engines parked along the curb. But early on that had been how it was before Scoops turned into the new head quarters for the Sons of Anarchy. It had been 10 years since you’d been back here, so it was likely the original club stomping grounds were back in commission.

You had told yourself you weren’t going to find out if that were true but you currently were parked just outside the automotive shop to see a new black warehouse like space where the old blue one used to be. The paint didn’t look too fresh where SOA was stencilled on but it looked new enough to you as you leaned against the black cutlass.

One thing and one thing only. It was the sentence you repeated in your head over and over as you drove hours back home. Back home, that felt like a heavy statement. Charming might have been where you grew up, but it wasn’t home. Despite it being where you’ve lived most in your life, it wasn’t home. One thing and one thing only. You knew that wasn’t true every time the thought ran in your head. It was inevitable that you’d come here, that you’d stop at the rocky mounted highway where JT’s memorial was. Where the helmet and sunglasses of the other Teller still lay abandoned.

You were just supposed to grab the last few things at the house before the closing date. The realtor handled everything else, the listing pictures, the calls with interested buyers, you had hired people to straighten up and you had put mostly everything else in storage 10 years ago, but there was one thing that was still in that house that no one else could get but you.

You didn’t put the house on the market until a month ago. It was an assumption but you figured the club was going to use the house for whatever shady business or reasons, it’s why you were happy you had a confirmed buyer that first week of putting the blue house on the market. All it took was one day and one tour by your realtor before the offer came in. But that sped up your timeline. It was likely that was why you pushed this out so far, dreading the thought of coming out here and going to the kitchen drawer and grabbing that pocket notebook that you hid in the false bottom of it.

Now that notebook was weighing heavy in your back pocket but it was fitting considering the weight of the air. You saw people in TM work shirts moving around, the weight of the word Teller staring down at you even from the street. That was all Charming ever did, weigh heavy on you.

You thought of the words you repeated over and over again. One thing and one thing only. What a lie. You scoffed slightly as if the conversation you were having in your head was actually happening outloud.

A few more thoughts popped into your head, each from someone this town had an effect on. Both statements weighing heavy on you because what else would thoughts about Charming be.

The one Hale spoke to Jax when you were younger. “It wont be long before SAMCRO is just an ugly memory in the history of charming.” Something felt unsettling there, unfortunately Hale died before he could see that come to light and as you stared at the new SAMCRO compound you had to think you probably would too.

Then Wendy’s voice came to your head, “The MC, this town, it kills all the shit you love.” She was right before shit even hit the fan. Although, shit was always hitting the fan so she was just on the pulse of Charming before any one else even bothered to look. You had lost everyone to Charming—to the club. Yes, you had Abel and Thomas still, but it was different, everyone you had in your family during your young life was gone. Tara, Jax, Gemma, Opie. The list went on.

But before you could continue the list you heard a familiar voice. The voice of the one person you hadn’t technically lost to the reaper but you most certainly lost to Charming and SAMCRO.

You hated how the voice made your heart happy. You hated how it managed to make every ounce of heaviness disappear and flee to the deep depths of the town and would only surface when you were left alone. But as you heard his voice again it made you wish you never would be alone again. It made you think for the briefest of seconds that maybe you could back out of the offer, move into the house that was now in your name and create a life here. Charming was home after all.

No. No. Charming was not home. The quick rational part of your brain quickly jolted you back to reality. That weight quickly rising from the ground and pulling at your ankles as a reminder that the town’s grip would suffocate you. But there it was again, the interruption that pulled the weight off your ankles and had you feeling as light as a feather.

“Love?”

The name he called you for years, whether it was in public or when you were tangled up in the sheets felt like a breath of fresh air in this smothering town. It wasn’t a nickname solely for you, you heard him say it to many women in your years of knowing him, and he probably had a fair share of women now he used the name on.

But that didn’t stop your knees from wanting to buckle. You turned and saw him, it was ironic that in your years of hanging in this club house, at TM, you had never seen Chibs on the street in front of the club HQ. Most guys parked inside, the street parking was reserved for excess cars who were there for service and for on lookers like yourself, although they usually tended to be wearing badges.

“Mother of Christ.” His accent was thick as he lifted his sunglasses up and off his face. His feet were moving towards you.

He didn’t think twice before engulfing you in a hug. You had thought about this moment a lot, going over all the different ways it could go. In one of the scenarios you thought he’d pause immediately front of you, stare at you like a stranger. There was something so relieving that he was hugging you like the past 10 years hadn’t existed, that no matter what happened he still cared about you, was happy to see you.

“Chibs!” A voice interrupted your embrace and you wanted to murder them. Funny how being in Charming made homicide an instant thought.

Chibs pulled away and that’s when the Scottish cologne hit you, a smile filling your face as he looked back to the person in the TM lot.

“Church in 10!”

You looked at the patch on his kutte immediately at those words and saw the president patch. It sent bile to your throat, it was the patch Jax wore for years. Not figuratively, but literally. It was the exact patch he wore, some of the stains on it were likely from his time wearing it. You didn’t stay here long enough to see it sit on Chibbs’ kutte but seeing it now was transporting you back 10 years.

“Why don’t y’come int’the clubhouse darlin’, have a drink, we can talk.” He looked older, the bags under his eyes were dark and puffy. You could tell the club life was affecting him, his hair was graying way more and it made him even more attractive.

“I shouldn’t.” You shook your head and doubled down, “I can’t.”

The second two worded statement you spoke is what made Chibs understand, a nod escaping from his head.

“It’s good t’see ye’.” He was trying to keep it light, he knew how hard this was.

“I’m selling the house.” You said it so business like, it was a way to give him the heads up to let the club know. You saw some traces of them being there, not frequently but enough. Cigarette buds in the ashtrays around the furniture that was left, empty beer bottles in the recycling bin. You knew Chibs made sure whoever came by knew to clean up after.

Chibs just nodded and looked down. “Y’happy?”

How were you supposed to be happy after Charming took every last thing that you loved. You thought for a minute and the faces of your nephews flashed in your mind and you smiled.

“The boys are teenagers. I don’t know if you can be happy with teenagers.” You joked.

Chibs grinned at the mention of Thomas and Abel.

You wanted to ask him if he was happy but you were afraid of the answer. You saw what the club presidency did to the person in the role before him. You saw what it had done to the other Teller in the same position just a decade before. It made you think about JT and his legacy for a moment. You always wondered if JT was just exemplified as this great person because he wasnt alive to be rememebered for his flaws. But then you remembered Gemma and Clay and how they only remembered JT for his flaws. Your mind instantly went to Jax who had killed both Clay and Gemma, and what his legacy was. If he’d be exemplified just because he was gone and his flaws would be forgotten. Your eyes moved to the newer clubhouse and saw the small memorial that was on the roof. There was white air forces perched on the edge where Jax would very often sit and reflect. That solidified it for you, he’d be seen as Jax Teller, son of JT, president of SOA, an honor to have known and loved him for the guys who were in the club when he reigned as VP and president. But then your eyes fell back on Chibs, the hope that since he knew the flaws that essentially led to the death of your brother, he’d lead differently while still respecting his legacy in the eyes of the club.

“You rebuilt.” You pointed to the building trying to erase that long heavy thought from your mind.

“Ice cream and hookers were too distracting for the guys.” He teased in reference to Scoops and Red Woody. “You sure you don’t want to come in, love? Church won’t take long, I’ll give y’my dorm while y’wait.”

It was a convincing offer. You wanted to see what Chibs’ dorm looked like, what life was like for him. But deep down you knew you already knew what it looked like because you lived it. You lived it and you hated it. You loved him but hated the life.

“No just came to get this.” You pulled the pocket notebook out and flapped it in the air.

Chibs knew exactly what that was and nodded in understanding.

“Chibs!” The same voice called out again.

“He’ll be in in a second!” You called out, eyes still glued on the Scot in front of you.

The prospect shut up quickly and moved back inside. You wondered how he’d describe you to the members inside, there was only a handful that could potentially recognize you from description, and an even smaller handful that would come out to see for themselves.

“I wanted to give it to Abel. I think he deserves to know Jax the way Jax wanted him to.” You explained the notebook that Chibbs knew all about between the time when Jax was writing it and when you had told him where you’d put it.

“It was really good ta see y’love.”

Despite everything shitty about being back, it was true for you too. It was great seeing him. You wished you could ask him to leave, come stay with you on your humble farm, sell fresh eggs with you at the farmers market and ride dirt bikes with the boys. But it was the same reason he never asked you to stay here. Sure he might’ve asked you to come in for a drink but the words “stay in Charming” would never come from his mouth. He knew it was too painful.

He pulled you in for another hug and you didn’t want to let go. The drink wasn’t sounding half bad, you wanted to catch up, hear about what he’s up to, how he’s been, but the answers you’d want to hear would never come and the one’s you dreaded to hear would be the only one’s that filled your ears.

As you pulled out of the embrace you squeezed his arm in a way to tell him the same about seeing him without actually saying it and then you quickly turned back to your car. Chibs was walking away now, his hand reaching up to wipe the couple stray tears he’d never admit to shedding and dropping his sunglasses back down.

You called out one last time to him, an impulsive decision and impulsive thought meeting together at the tip of your tongue.

“If Abel comes here, push him out. Don’t welcome him in.”

Chibs was frozen at the request and then he nodded in understanding.

“I’ll send ‘em right back to th’farm so his auntie can talk some sense into ‘em.” It was a humorous statement but it gave you relief because Chibs wouldn’t lie to you.

“You can tell him about Jax. The Jax you knew. The Jax we wanted him to be.”

It was just like you to have the most mundane small talk conversation at close range where whispers could be exchanged and this important one where voices carried.

“I won’t.” At first you thought he misheard you and you were going to correct him when he spoke up. “If he’s anything like his ol’ man, he’ll want to become the man we wanted him to be, and we’ve already seen how that plays out.”

You thought it was impossible to feel seen in Charming. To feel heard. You thought it was impossible for someone in the club to speak this way about it. About past members. It was probably one of the many things about Chibs that made you love him, his honesty, his care for the Teller family. It gave you a little hope.

“There’s always room for you at the farm.” You said as Chibs was walking backwards. Getting closer to the club but still staring in your direction. You saw the curly haired man appear from the clubhouse building, about to call Chibs’ name when he spotted you. You knew he’d hear the prospect talk and be outside to see for himself, using Chibs as the excuse.

Your hand raised and waved at Tig like you had just seen him yesterday. He immediately raised his hand waved and you heard his laugh crystal clear from where you were and stared back at Chibs for a response to your invitation.

“Maybe one day, love. Maybe one day.”

Part 2

[ii-strange-confessions]

Atychiphobia Part 1 - Lily of the Valley

[NOTE: Minor blood warning!]

7 YEARS AGO

Upon a dark sunrise, Lily stood on top of a concrete bridge across a giant, lifeless crater. This was the Strange and Alternative Matter research facility. Their home. Granted, it wasn’t a very nice home. They didn’t have many friends here. But that didn’t matter, as they had a purpose. Here they could help everyone. In the world. As the proton entered the building, an electron approached.

“Ah, hey Lily,” the electron said. “You’re going to, uh, project mindbreaker, right?” “Nobody has ever used that name except for you, Delta.”

“Well, I’m not gonna call it some boring ‘brain-modification-of-long-term-memory’ or something like that.” “Short-term memory.” Delta wasn’t the most professional, but they were nice to be around. Beneath the surface, they worked hard.

“Hm, how strange. I could have sworn there were 3 scientists here.” Ah. Rho. They were probably the smartest out of everyone here, but they berated Delta on everything they did.

“Rho, I will-” Lily blocked Delta with their arm.

“Rho,” Lily said, “we’re trying to get to work. Please do yours.” “Hm. Hypocritical, but whatever.” The neutron walked away.

“my GOD i hate that guy.” Delta said under their breath as they walked away.

The day passed relatively quickly. They were out of test subjects for their project, so they mostly just ran calculations, getting barely anything done. As she left, Rho appeared again.

“Well, look how your project went. The only person that did less than you was Delta.” 

“Cmon, Rho. You’re a genius. You’re better than this.” “I’m a genius who cares about other people. Maybe you should start caring for yourself.” Rho paused. “Look at Lambda. She almost died for science.”

“Don’t bring her up. It’s... dedicated.”

“More dedicated than YOU.” Lily’s PDA rang. “Ah, speaking of. Have fun with your meeting.”

Speaking of? What could that mean? Lily checked their PDA. As he said, it was a meeting, and as always, it was with the vice president, a proton who knew nothing about science but acted like he did.

She sat at the vice president’s desk. “So, Lily,” The proton said. “We’ve been noticing some changes in your efficiency-” “What do you mean? Nothing has changed, it’s just been a slow day.”

“I’m going to be blunt here, we’re running out of test subjects and the government won’t allow us to get more.”

“I’m pretty sure the government is too weak to do anything.”

“Don’t be rude, we’re owned by them. But what I’m saying is maybe, in this situation... we need dedicated test subjects. Like Lambda.”

There was a moment of silence. “You don't mean-”

“We’ll need you to be part of the charm project.”

“You’re joking,” Lily said, stuttering. “Charm quarks are much more unstable than strange ones. Theres no way I’d survive.”

“Which is why it’s a test. Anyways, you’ll have the night here to create something so you wont, as you said, die. If you do deserve to be here, then you’d survive.”

Lily was shook. “The night? Alone?” 

“Yes, thats what I just said. Either way, this conversation is over. Goodbye.”

“Wait, but-” But the door was closed.

“The door will unlock in a minute,” he said, his voice muffled through the window. “I’m sure you can do this. Probably.”

They were left alone in the night. Even when the door unlocked they could barely move. But after a minute or ten, she snapped out of it. She had worked on a blueprint a year back, they just had to find it, somewhere on the servers.

[USER: “lily_s_admin”]

[PASS: “⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤”]

[INCORRECT PASSWORD]

[USER: “_”]

Oh right. They changed the passwords. Lily hadn’t touched the computers for a long time, she hated using them, but now she had to find the password. They paced around, unable to find anything, until they saw a post-it behind the computer. The password was admin.

[USER: “lily_s_admin”]

[PASS: “⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤”]

[USER ACCEPTED]

[“programOpen fileManager”]

[COMMAND “programOpen” NOT FOUND]

[“help”]

[COMMAND “help” NOT FOUND]

There had to be a list of commands somewhere. They wandered the facility, and they found one. In the CEO’s room. Which was locked. Ugh, if only Delta was here. They were good at picking locks. Now that they thought about it, that was strange... but it didn’t matter. Lily grabbed a paperclip, luckily straightened for them, and attempted to open the lock. Somehow, it worked. Thankfully, there were no security cameras due to budget cuts, which was a thought Lily never expected to think. With the guide, she walked back down to the computers.

[USER: “lily_d_admin”]

[PASS: “⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤”]

[INCORRECT PASSWORD]

[USER: “lily_s_admin”]

[PASS: “⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤”]

[USER ACCEPTED]

[“execute_file: filemanager.exe”]

[PLEASE SELECT A FILE OR FOLDER]

[computer]

[trashbin]

[trackmaniaunitedf.exe]

[7zip.exe]

[misc info] <

[firefox.exe]

[finances.txt]

[backups]

[projects]

[FOLDER “misc_info” OPENED]

[PLEASE SELECT A FILE OR FOLDER]

[how to be really cool.txt]

[Strange matter psychological effects]

[why inanimate insanity is the best object show.txt]

[LambdaBaryons]

[why ii is the worst object show.txt]

[how to stop white screen glitch tmnf.txt]

[strange matter energy waveforms.wav]

[every one of delta’s rule infractions]

[disappearances related to group of neutrons]

[possible ways we could get more funding.txt]

[Rho’s Achievements.doc]

[electron blood samples]

[really cool hockolicious run.gbx]

[delta what the hell is this trackmania thing youre talking about nobody cares]

[I CARE.gbx]

[energy stored in electrons graph.jpeg]

[particle anti-decay machine (HYPOTHETICAL).png] <

[how to properly remove energy from electrons.txt]

[electron blood immunity to strange matter]

[using photons as energy sources (note: do not).doc]

[using unstable matter as energy sources.txt]

[the release date for obs 7b.txt]

[employee list.doc]

[easy creation of fuuitleba (possible way of getting money?).txt]

[FILE “particle anti-decay machine (HYPOTHETICAL).png” OPENED]

Finally. They had the blueprint. Now they just had to start building it. It was only now that Lily saw the flaws in the design but they wouldn’t have enough time to revise it. It was enough to keep them from dying. Now, to make the machine- first off, the shell. She entered the basement of the facility- more specifically the third basement, where there were some abandoned servers here with a shell that could work. When they found one they somewhat carefully took the servers out and took the shell upstairs- it was surprisingly lightweight, but bringing it up the stairs nullified that. Next up, electron blood. She was scared for half a second before they realized that the facility had a storage room for this. For science, of course. A quick in and out, she grabbed 2 blood bags and some tubes and managed to stuff them in the server. The next ingredient was strange matter; all of the plastic in SaAM was imbued with electron blood to stop strange matter from spreading. They grabbed a packet from a strange matter testing room and plugged it into the wires, also bringing a battery from the room. All they had to do now was connect the blood and strange matter to a gallon of water, easily takable from a water fountain. The bottles went missing every month, nobody would mind. Except that one employee that died of dehydration. She missed him.

There was just one last thing that she needed to add. The wires connecting herself to the machine. They had been so focused on building it that they forgot what it was. These were really just hyped up tubes, but they had needles at the end, which needed to go in their skull. She grabbed them in terror. One in her back. They paused for a moment but they knew it was worth nothing. She stabbed it, not really aiming for anything. For a second, she felt nothing- until it hit her. It was so much worse than they thought it would be, and they could barely think. After almost throwing up, they had 2 more wires to go through. Second one, through the arm. Blood seeped down from their torso. But they could at least think this time. But the wires had to go to her skull, and the easiest way to it? The eye.

After that rollercoaster of one singular emotion, the sun was rising again. Blood was still dripping, but it was at least slower. She didn’t worry about the blood on the floor, things like that were surprisingly common at the facility. The government sure as hell didn’t care. But Lily forgot one thing; to turn on the machine. Well, it couldn’t have been worse than what she had been through, right? Just a simple button pre-E-E-E-E------

They woke up in a barren room, on some sort of medical bed.

“Lily. Lilllly. Lily!”

“whu- huh..?”

“Ah, yes, great that you’re here!” A ray was pointed at her head. This was the vice president. “I don’t know what that weird thing connected to you is, but your body does not seem to want to get rid of it,” He said joyfully.

“You... you told me to build it.” They looked around. There was one other scientist in the room, a neutron she’d barely seen before.

“Well, that’s called a joke. This’ll go perfectly fine! Emerald, turn it on.”

The ray started lighting up. “Wait, wait please no! Can’t you just- give the-” It was no use talking. she was going to die.

A plastic barrier started surrounding Lily, but even without it she could barely move. “Shoot it now.”

“Wait, PLEAS-” Lily dropped on the floor, unconscious, their body turning blue.

“Hm. Disappointing.”

[noforkingclue]

Oh im so happy request is open. Pls, pls do something with dark!reader wanting revenge on the doctor (which doc is up to u). Despite the other companion wanting to punish u or cant forgive u, the doc wont give up on u n try to rehabilitate u but u dont make it easy.

So I made this more ambiguous about whether or not it's the Doctor, the reader of both that are dark.

I also chose the 13th Doctor for this

Hope you like it!

Title: The Truth?

Warnings: dark (?) fic, unreliable narrator, dubious morals

Doctor Who tag list: @v4n1r, @queerconfusionthings, @yourneighbourhoodclown, @love-of-fandoms, @emilythezeldafan, @fabulous-jj-style, @theseeker945, @pleadingeyes, @kjaneway1, @truthbehindthemysteries, @im-a-muggleborn, @startrekkingaroundasgard, @mythandmagik, @geocookie21, @zerocanonlywriteshit, @thewinterpoet2, @anteroom-of-death, @night467, @clarasoswaldd, @sessa23, @mxacegrey

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @byebyebreezywrites, @spngingerbread21, @layazul, @lov3vivian, @simonsbluee

“Ah,” you smirked slightly as you saw who has entered your room, “Yaz. Pleasure as always.”

Yaz remained by the door, a tray of food in her hands. You held your hands up and walked further away, giving Yaz space to venture into your cushy cell. You watched her intently as she dumped the tray down on the table and swiftly march toward the door.

“You don’t like me, do you?” you asked

Yaz, who had just reached the door, gripped the handle tightly. You were almost certain that she would walk away but to your surprise she said,

“Can you blame us? Any of us?”

“Well,” you shrugged and sat down, poking at the food with the fork, “you do only know one side of the story. The Doctor didn’t make this did she?”

“No, Graham wouldn’t allow us to give you any of her cooking.”

“Make sure to thank him for me will you?”

“What do you mean, one side of the story?”

You grinned at her and pointed to the seat opposite you. After a seconds hesitation she walked over and sat down opposite you.

“Do you know why I asked to be located here?” you asked, “Near the heart of the TARDIS?”

“So you’re near the centre of it,” said Yaz, “can could possibly take control.”

“So cynical.”

“Am I wrong?”

“Yes,” you jabbed your fork at her, “tell me- how are you feeling?”

“Pissed off.”

“Besides from that.”

“Annoyed. Irritated. Frustrated.”

“Those basically mean the same thing.”

“Well that’s how I’m feeling.”

“Don’t you see how clear your mind is? What did the Doctor say before she allowed you to see me?”

“She didn’t-“

“What did she say?”

“She said…” Yaz frowned, “she said… she said to be careful.”

“And?”

“Just be careful.”

You leant back in your seat and took a bite of your food. You chewed slowly as you observed Yaz. You swallowed and said,

“Don’t you feel how freeing it is down here? Here clear your mind is?”

“I don’t feel any different.”

“I’ll admit,” you said with a soft smile, “I didn’t feel anything at first. Then, ever so slowly, you do. It’s like a fog has been lifted from your brain. You’re finally able to think for yourself.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“You haven’t noticed your opinions changing? How one moment you think one thing and the next,” you clicked your fingers and smirked when Yaz jumped, “you don’t?”

“No.”

“You’re lying,” you said bluntly, “I know when people are lying Yaz and you’re terrible at it.”

“She warned me this might happen.”

“Hmm?”

“The Doctor,” Yaz tapped the side of her head, “that you’d try and get inside.”

“I’m not telepathic. I can’t read your mind or change what you think. The Doctor can though.”

“No,” Yaz stood up and shook her head, “No. I don’t believe this. This is over.”

She walked towards the door but just before she left you called,

“I’ll see you around.”

You laughed as she slammed the door behind her. Oh yes, they always acted like this at first but in the end they always saw the truth. Even if you had to manipulate it.

[cassyapper]

i am so curious about your pucci thoughts...

I AM SO FUCKING SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO GET TO THIS ASK OH MY FUCKING GOD my life has been crazy lately but still i am So Sorry

okay so basically i love pucci we have to kill him. here is a list of my thoughts in no particular order

he makes me so ill like genuinely he is one of the most well written jojo characters ever and DEFINITELY the most well written villain. like holy shit. i think a lot about how weather said the evilest of people are those who think they are good and how that relates to pucci oh my GOD it makes me sick. pucci like many villains are a "ends justify the means" kinda guy like while he was cruel at many points i truly think he was jsut like, yes this is a moment of weakness but it wont matter because im going to fix it. i think aobut how he really thought he was going to save everyone. he was going to save perla. he was going to save dio. he was going to save himself. and thinking baout things from his side, like, oh my god. dio was his only friend. we the audience know that dio groomed him (not necessarily sexually but still grooming) and even though dio did seem to grow to truly care for pucci, he didnt care enough to not use him for his plan to restart the world -- but PUCCI didnt know that. im sure he had inklings and feelings like he's not NAIVE, im sure he KNEW dio was using him at SOME point, but it wouldnt change the fact dio still eventually saw him and was his friend either way. it wouldnt change the fact that he would do this one thing for his only friend, even if his only friend BECAME his friend in the first place just to make him fulfill this task. god dio and pucci's relationship is so insane i hate hate hate that people boil it down to just shipping LIKE THERE WAS RESENTMENT THERE WAS ANGER THERE WAS SO MUCH LOVE AND HALF OF IT WAS LOVE FOR WHAT THE OTHER COULD DO FOR HIM INSTEAD OF JUST HIM HIMSELF . LIKE FUCK'S SAKE im sick of ppl putting a romantic spin on everything and YES this is half me being aromatnic but also COME ON. and that's not even getting into the fact dio and pucci's relationship is supposed to parallel jolyne and jotaro's/jolyne and jonathan's. but anyway

god he loved his sister so much man it makes me sick he jsut wanted her safe man. after everything....i choose to believe his final thoughts were of perla. it's why he was begging for everything he did to have meant SOMETHING -- please let if have meant perla got a good life in whatever universe the world will end up in. i like to believe she did. he won't be there to see it. oh god he wont be there ot see it. fuck. maybe that was for the best in his mind anyway

his drama and tragedy aside he's also the funniest guy in the entire world. why the hell is a catholic priest wearing gucci. well i guess that answers the question but still. he is so fucking funny he is not even subtle about it he is LITERALLY like EOUGH DONT TOUCH MY EXPENSIVE DESIGNER PANTS and then he kicks a cop to his death for it. he's so fucking funny i love him so much. i love that whitesnake is independent enough to have its own personality and he and pucci get into spats sometimes OS FUCKING FUNNY. MFW I ARGUE WITH MY OWN SOUL.

also my disdain for shipping culture aside i cannot deny that pucci is a homophobic homosexual. he and jotaro totally banged a couple times and awkwardly called it off when pucci first sees jotaro's birthmark and he's like oh no. SO FUCKING FUNNY

ugh sorry i jsut want to go back to this point he's so smart he's so Aware of how people work and connect he's always had a fine sense for it (do you believe in gravity...) OUGH like there's no WAY HE DIDN'T KNOW DIO WAS USING HIM BUT HE STILL LOVED DIO AND I THINK BEYOND THAT. I THINK HE TRUY BELIEVED WHAT DIO WAS SAYING. I THINK HE TRULY BELIEVED OKAY EVEN IF DIO HAS HIS OWN MOTIVES HERE, THIS END IS JSUT. SO I WILL KEEP FOLLWOING ALONG. LIKE. I. i truly think he thought this would save everyone, especially perla. ohuogh my god PUCCIIIIIIIIIIIII

in short, he makes me sick we have to kill him. i like him a lot

[sorrowlikefalling]

not my usual post, but i care enough to speak.

tw: mention of rape.

was never so disappointed in the world ever. the fact that felonies, misogyny, rape, and other things arent deal breakers for the so many of us is insane. you would rather a felon lead you than a woman. a woman who wouldve stuck up for women. a woman who wouldve supported this country. america, you are truly disappointing. the world was in your hands and you let that man win. the only people who dont care are the ones privileged enough not to. women and people of color have to fear for our lives now. what about the girls younger than me?. how are they gonna make it. 2028 is gonna be long from now. day one and im scared for the rest of the world. fuck everyone who is privileged enough to where your vote doesnt affect you. you changed lives. ruined some. youre disgusting. you would much rather a man like him run, because to this world masculinity equals qualified. to the men, what would your mother think? what about your daughter? your sister? your niece? why would you only preach to your benefit. donald j. trump is going to fuck a lot of people over. thats what you want? he gave police immunity. they can shoot and kill if they want. he is taking away rights from minorities. the women. the lgbtq community. your votes are rooted in the patriarchy. he is a violent man. the most important election of our lives. ruined. god bless america right? liberty and justice for all? ive always said it was bullshit. they want you to pledge to idolatry and fuck you over. the united states is under a disgusting rule. were under control. we arent being worked with. we are controlled. congratulations to the people happy. all it means is that youre privileged. enjoy your silver spoon before it rusts. some of us needed kamala as president. this is what so many people fought against. you wouldnt be here without a woman. think of that before you vote. i wish i could change minds. hes going to deport the immigrants who moved here for their kids or future generations to have a better life. you took that from them. you took our choice from us. another shot for america, but throw it to the ground. they can afford for glass to break. we are in debt in unity. not just by finances. i wish we were more of the united nations than the united states. we are united by state but not by nation. good job americana. you won. you conditioned the world to bow to you and now you got your reign. words arent meant to be on a watch list. i wish we could fight more. die for what you believe in people. they wont get it until you do. im a woman of my own. not a woman of america. you guys wont do us right anyway. woke up in fear for myself and the rest of the world. what about the children. you selfish things. your mother would never be proud of you. speak up and speak loud. if you didnt vote, youre the problem. kamala deserved that. you let her run like water through our hands. you lost her. let her slip. now our fate is in cardboard boxes. houses are paper. you know how easy it is to break that? good job. racism, fascism, transphobia, homophobia, xenophobia, idolatry, right wing, white supremacists. men upheld by the social hierarchy. you win. give yourself a pat on the back. i hope you throw up and choke. you can call me a liberal, a snowflake, whatever makes you happy. i know based off of that you run most of society. capitalist fucks. bourgeoisie losers. we fought and you took it away. im gonna keep editing this and i will keep saying every word that comes to mind. do it big and do it loud. fight and scream and dont let them forget. brains on pavement mean nothing to those so high they cant see it. god america you disappoint me. fuck you and your eagles. you and your everything. selfishness. trump hates the rest of the world and the minorities in it. hes the majority. dont let him fool you. thank you.

[onlyjaeyun]

heyy I just saw someone here saying they have been refreshing the masterlist like crazy and I couldn’t relate more cause that’s what I have been doing every hour since the last chapter dropped😭😭

But please do take your time cause honestly your writing is so worth the wait

and also can I be added to the tag list too🥹( I thought it was closed😭)

thank you so much for your sweet words and the things i'm about to say are not a direct attack on you yet your ask is a very, very good bade to work with for things ive been meaning to say so i hope you dont take this personal!

i love and appreciate every single one of you from the bottom of my heart, this will never change and i wont ever be able to put my gratitude into words.

there's the thing about ghostblogs like yours (no age, mo bio at all, no pfp, no likes, no following, no post – ghostly empty) that just triggers me because the first thing yoj see when you want to send me an ask is my pinned post which says that you will get blocked if you don't have your age in your bio and/or no pfp.

please read people's pinned posts before interacting with them or the content bc ive kept receiving messages and mentions about how people can't access my blog etc. and there is a reason for it and its bc you guys refuse to read what's right there 😭

the same goes for my taglists and everything else. i'm someone who tries to put things in the most obvious and easily accessible places ever to make people's lives and mine easier and i KNOW a lot of other writers don't really care about this and i might seem like im overreacting but it's important to me to see that there are actual people following and interacting with me and my content. PLUS tumblr actually subtly shadowbans people who have too much interaction with blogs like yours bc it makes the OG blog look like a bot or whatever.

DEEP SIGH – this is so much and probably quite unnecessary but i really want you guys to understand my POV.

read. people's. bios. pinned posts. infos. rules. PLEASE.

there's a reason freators spend so much time on them i promise it's okay to give it a shot!

also, yes i actually do blog every single ghostblog who interacts with my content bc i get irritated and annoyed and bc this is my blog and my notifs!

thank you for listening!!!!🩷

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

Hi i hope it is fine that i ask this here. I am not sure if thats a trauma thing. Mild tw for abuse.

How can i stop seeing everything as a extemporary (hope thats the right word). I moved into my own apartment two years ago and i am dissatisfied with a lot of it still. But by now i wonder if thats just the imperfections of a normal life. Those are mundane things, when i see that i dont have any shirt clean, it think "yeah, i still need to work out a washing-routine, so that this will never happen ". Or if i decide to cook an easy comfort meal instead of something healthier "yeah, i am still learning how to cook healthy everyday". The room is messy "i still learn how to keep it squeaky clean 24/7". I feel dissatisfied all the time because of that. And i dont know if it comes from some kind of perfectionism or because of my upbringing. Because in my parents house i was always required to clean the whole house and do the chores daily. So it was always squeaky clean. I try to be more reasonable and for everything find the just-perfect routine and timeframe. But i start to suspect i wont ever find it. So how can i find a middle way, that i still strive to improve but also feel more satisfied with my efforts?

Thank you.

Hello, Anon.

It does sound pretty aligned with conditioning habits from past living circumstances. The good news is that it’s definitely something you can work on.

It’ll take some time but you’ll eventually get to a point where you can look around your apartment and remind yourself subconsciously that nobody is there to enforce their standards on you. Think about the standards you’d like to apply for yourself. Create a priority list, break tasks down into short lists each day of the week, and provide time slots for doing literally nothing but leisure or hobby activities. Change the routine you were used to by making your own. The possibilities are endless.

Sending you love and light.

-Amun

[jungkookfanfictionhappy]

🎀HELLO EVERYONE ! 🎀

I already made a post explaining why I switched to this account, on my old blog. You can find that post here. I will also briefly explain things here and introduce myself.

I am moving my old account into this new one but with new and improved features.

(here is my old blog which i won't be updating anymore. this is where i swiched from)

I'm a 23 y/o, cis female. Also am a med student who has been an ARMY since 2014. Due to my busy schedule ever since starting uni, I haven't been as active in the fandom as I used to be for the past couple of years. I want to change that and become more active again.

I will be organizing posts so it is easy to navigate and find what you are looking for.

I would also like to be more interactive with other tumblr accounts this time around. So feel free to ask me questions.

Also you can send me your fanfiction recommendations

🟪Some brief info about me:

My bias has been Jungkook since 2016 january

I'm a fan of OT7, i love every member. Had everyone as my bias at some point before 2016.

I do read fanfics about the other members as well but I wanted to only stick to posting Jungkook fics because I read them the most.

English is not my native language so sorry for all the future mistakes XD

💟 I exclusively reblog posts with the following characteristics:

JungkookXReader (no OC)

Happy ending

English

Clear and understandable language

Completed (unless i state otherwise in very rare occasions where an ongoing serie is too good not to post)

AFAB or Gender Neutral reader

Overall, I either read JK fanfics that are either a ship fic (like YoonKook) which i dont post in my blog OR JKxReader so I can imagine myself as the love interest in the latter case. That also explains why I try to avoid "noona reader" (since im younger than him); I read afab or gender non specific fics because I am afab. There are some other stuff that I try to avoid but dont mind too much. I might get into them later.

-➡️- You can expect all sorts of genres of literature. If you want any recommendations in a specific type of genre/theme/storyline, feel free to ask. I have read my fair share of Jungkook fanfictions. Hopefully I will be able to recommend you guys a fanfic that is specific to your request

*Some clarifications to what I read and post and why:

Do I post EVERYTHING I read? NO.

Overall, I reblog things that I have read and liked but they also have to fit the themes and rules I have set for my blog (you can see listed above).

There are so many FFs that I have read and loved but have not reblogged because I didn't think they suited the theme. Such as:

non-English ffs (i sometimes read FFs in my native tongue but not as many compared to English).

some OCxJK ffs. though I try to avoid them, I have read some OC FFs that had very unique and interesting storylines and were super popular amongst the JK FF community.

some stories that have a lot of grammar mistakes and overall a very awkward language that makes it hard to enjoy the fiction. I might finish reading those if their storyline is very interesting. But I wont reblog them.

There are also FFs I read and didn't enjoy much due to certain things that occur throughout the FF. So I dont post them even if I finish reading the whole thing out of curiosity of the ending.

I will underline this though. Just because I don't enjoy something, DOES NOT mean It's a bad ff or it's not worth reading. Not at all. Simply not my vibes. Sending love and respect to all the authors of FFs out there. Please don't be discouraged from writing.

Cheers to new beginnings 🥂

[gayboyasher]

Master list 😱

A little about me! I’m Asher, I’m just kinda starting to write out fan-fiction shit instead of actual writing. Kinda using this to practice my writing skills tbh. Honestly I don’t understand why I’m starting a master list now, maybe because I want requests, but it’s what ever!!! I am autistic, but I wont specify my age. My current special interest is JJBA, and my favorite character is Ghiaccio; I obsess over him a lot. I’m not gonna really say any “[blank] DNI”, but if you’re uncomfortable with my stuff please skip it. I don’t wanna make anyone uncomfortable. I most likely won’t block someone unless if I’m really uncomfortable! Idrc WHO follows me as long as they’re a good person. Also, Moots who want any of my socials or just wanna talk, my DMS are open!

What I write for:

JJBA (so far only 1-6 atm):

The outsiders:

MCU universe:

ROTTMNT

Cod:

Literally I would add EVERYTHING I’m into but I can’t write for certain things and that’s like, so much LMFAOO. Anyway, here’s things I will NOT write:

Incest

Non-con/rape

Pedophillia

Any considerably gross kinks

Basic ‘no’ criteria

Here’s some things I will write for:

Platonic! Child reader

Platonic x Reader

Romantic x Reader

Fluff

Angst

Smut (though I’m not the best at writing it)

Poly relationship’s (Depending on who; like a good example would be billy x Stu x Reader)

Prompts

Head cannons

Fics/one shots

This should be all, if anything, I’ll edit it if something changes!!