#and take the time to read the nonsense I write in tumblr tags

[canisalbus]

I want you to know that your art is very important to me, and I'm very invested in all of the characters I have seen from you. Also, the discussion about Finnish and other languages having gendered words or not has been the last little push to get me to start learning Finnish which I think is fun.

I'm making this a little compilation post of all the language asks I got. Thank you for sharing, this was genuinely really interesting!

[604to647]

✨Anniversary and Follower Milestone Celebration and Giveaway!✨

A little over a year ago, I returned to my old photography blog and repurposed it to what you see today - purging all my old followers (including the sex bots 🥹) and started from scratch and now... OMIGOD?! 😭😭😭 I've recently passed a follower milestone that seems unbelievable to 1 year ago Emily who screenshot when her post got 11 notes and sent it to Mr. 604 so excited (oblivious that one of those likes was me liking on accident 😂). I love you all so dearly for visiting me and reading my silly stories - every interaction and follow has been treasured. Sometimes I still can’t believe y’alls kindness towards me 🫣🥰

At this time last year, I also started writing my first fic, which has turned into my longest running series: Safest with You. Some of you have been with me and this series since the very beginning and I couldn’t be more grateful - the first one shot, Carnival Fright Night, was posted Oct. 13/2023 and Ch. 1 followed on Nov. 10/2023. Now one full year later, we've wrapped it up with the Epilogue😭😭😭

To celebrate, I would love to do two things:

1) A Giveaway! Everything in the first pic (full description below the cut) will be sent to one lucky winner! You don’t have to follow me or have read any of my fics - all you have to do to enter is say something nice about someone in our community. You can leave it in a comment or a reblog of this post, or send me an ask (with 🎁) - BAM! You’re entered 😁. No one needs to follow me - I just love it when people hype each other up and spread positivity 💕

2) Nonsense Outros. The first piece of writing I ever posted wasn’t actually a fic but song lyrics 😂🤭 specifically, Sabrina Carpenter Nonsense Outros inspired by Pedro characters 😂 They are silly and challenging to write and I want to do some more! If you want, please send me an Ask with 🎶 for a character or a link to a fic (it can be yours, someone else’s if they’re ok with it, or you can request one of mine even!) - I will read it (if I haven’t already!) and write you an Outro for the PBoi in the fic/character (or try, anyways! 😁)

You can do both if you want! And as many times as you want 🥰 until Monday, December 2, 2024.

Thank you thank you all again! 💋

It’s been a great year here with you all 🥹🥂🥂

Giveaway prize includes: Din Djarin magnet, postcard and washi tape, Barón Tovar Takes a Wife holographic keychain, Safest with You washi tape, one (1) copy of Pedro fan magazine, one (1) copy of Vanity Fair 30th Hollywood Issue, one (1) customized Pedro photocard holder (I will make you one based on your fave colours/themes and I also have a bunch of photocards for you to choose from or I can make you one from a photo you send!).

I am happy to pay for shipping and will ship internationally from Canada (when the strike is over), but yes it means you have to provide me an address. I am active in a collectibles trading community on IG and can provide references if it makes you feel more comfortable in doing so👍🏻.

Winner will be selected randomly via the Excel random number generator in the first week of December 2024. This giveaway isn't administered, sponsored, endorsed by, or associated with Tumblr.

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[melodymissworld]

Dreams lie, and reality consumes in a quiet, devastating manner. / RAFE C.

Summary: A divorce-esk AU.

Tags: a very short story, self-reflected struggles, ‘marriage gone wrong.’

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A thousand words could never weigh the heartbreak you’ve figured in your heart once he looked the other way.

For months, you’ve been suspecting if Rafe was cheating on you. He’s constantly absent from your house, in Tannyhill, and comes back with a whole bunch of excuses of why he was gone; you bicker, and his emotions were like a match awaiting to become aflame. Your arguments were explosive and no matter how much you try to bargain, try to understand what was wrong with either your external or internal self, it was never enough. He was all consuming - a void needlessly taking the bad things, the good ones, everything in the middle - and thus, destroying his bodily autonomy for nonsensical moments that means nothing. But to him, those tiny, little moments meant something, and it gave permission to escape from his own mind.

Although you wanted to use everything in your power to ruin his life, you came to a passive conclusion one night. You were sitting on your bed, anxiously staring at your messages for a reply back, until you realize that he isn’t present; he isn’t coming to bargain for you, or to beg on his knees for forgiveness - nothing. You were awaiting for the right moment, for the right time for him to self-destruct.

Therefore, it was a reasonable time to pack your bags and leave.

When you both finalize your divorce, you didn’t scream or cry for a resolution. Makeup was irrelevant in the picture as you thought that he didn’t deserve to witness the beauty and pleasure you withheld in your heart, and so, when moving out of the house, you left bare faced. You dragged your items to your car and left the property.

In the dark emptiness, he stares at the vacant room, and he’s finally confronting the silence - the one who broke his dreams.

A/N: helllooo! Whew! It’s been a short while because I’ve been busy. I originally wrote a wayyy longer version - Y/N’s perspective being explored, and then wrapping into Rafe’s - but I had no safety guards and exited out of the page, because 1. I was writing on Tumblr, 2. I was too deep into a ‘writer’s mindset’ to notice, and then 3. I accidentally clicked a Tumblr link! How ironic! Hehe, anyways, I hope this excerpt was enough to fulfill your needs. Thank you for reading!! As always, I appreciate it. Mwah!💋

[callofloony]

HIIII OMD I LOVE YOUR WRITING (it brings me a world of comfort). I hope your doing well and I'm here to ask if you are willing to do like a father figure price to reader bc the reader is like rlly young. Wait lemme explain. The reader wears a mask bc they know how young they look and on a mission the mask gets ripped off and they all see reader's face (Looks way younger than gaz). Then after that price does subconsciously starts being all fatherly to reader and they just full in melt bc of it. The rest of the 141 can oso join in with fatherly or brotherly love. NOT FORCING OR ANYTHING. Anwy can see I love yapping and if your uncomfy with this I'm not forcing just ignore it<3, that's all (ignore any spelling mistakes I suck ass in grammar) take care. Byeeee!!!<3333

Kid. (Price)

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Tags: MW Reboot Price, fatherly Price, no use of “you” or “y/n” but can be read as self-insert, gender neutral character, use of “they”, fluff, slight mentions of neglect, slight angst, definitely inaccurate military jargon, leg and face injury, slight medical inaccuracies, touch starved reader, reader and price are desperate for love in different ways, idk the word count but it’s long, not proof read forgive me

A/N: (i’m a minor, nsfw and 18+ blogs will be blocked) DUDE THIS IS SO FUCKING CUTTEEE WDYM 😭😭😭 YAH OFC I CAN DO THIS!! Sorry if im responding rlly late im a dummy who forgets?? People actually like my stuff???? and i don’t think tumblr dates when asks r sent LMFAOAOAO. I kinda did something different than what you said but i hope the premise is similar enough! Masked reader who has to remove said mask is always fun <33 I LOVE FATHERLY PRICE!!!

~Writing under the cut~

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They were well aware of what usually happened when their mask was off. “You look so young.” “Are you sure you’re old enough to be here?” And other sentences people had for them. It used to be patronizing, they worked hard to get this far… But now it was just second nature. “I know.” “I’m here for a reason.” Was usually what they responded with. Luckily, that seemed to let up a little once they joined TF141.

They were still teased, but it was for different things this time. Like how Ghost’s style had been copy pasted onto someone new, how the mask made them look like they were trying to be tougher than they were, their aim…

Now it just felt like mates being mates, it was very unserious. They actually enjoyed it since their team weren’t being deliberately mean-spirited or questioning their abilities. Because they deserved to be here, damn it!

Their life hadn’t been great up until their enlistment, it’s part of why they wore the mask. To shield their vulnerability. Partly because the vulnerability made them look even younger, and partly because the mask hid how dearly they craved affection.

Absent parents combined with not connecting well with people their age culminated in often being alone most of their life, and while it was easy to deal with then, it’s a little harder now because of the family they’d been accepted into. Their team.

3 brotherly figures, Ghost, Gaz, and Soap.

Ghost was often the no-nonsense type until he got the chance to crack jokes and take the piss, then it was free game. They didn’t know much about Ghost, but they were close enough with him to lay down each other’s lives for the other if need be, and that was enough.

Gaz was similar in that bullshit was off limits for him unless he had the chance to take the piss, teasing his captain and fellow sergeants frequently, and even finding moments to fuck with Ghost, but even then he was slightly more serious than Ghost was. He didn’t like to crack jokes in serious moments, which is understandable given his previous position. Though, the chaos he had at his side to be unsheathed when needed made up for it.

Then there was Soap, the man, the myth, the legend. He got off to pushing his superiors to their limits and questioning their orders into oblivion, yet being as loyal as a dog when it came to carrying out mission plans. He was the demolition expert with a knack for making bombs from nothing, a stereotypical love for his country, and probably the most obviously empathetic of the three.

They were an odd bunch, but they definitely carried a lot of love for the new addition of their team, giving guidance and advice and even accepting some advice of their own.

Then there was Price. The one who’d brought everyone together. He loved his team with a fierceness only a father could, and damn it, it definitely felt like it.

He always seemed to have an air about him that just told you he was a good protector (I mean… Quite obviously, he was in the military.), but a protector in a different way.

Anytime he interacted with kids during missions, he was great at keeping them safe and calm. He knew how to distract them from the horrors warfare brought, and damn it… Part of them wished they could have that too.

There were moments, the occasional dad joke or a softness in his voice that was undetectable to a normal person. But it was noticeable to them, and every time it was a fight to keep themself from showing just how dearly they needed it.

Often times they just swept it under the rug. He spoke to everyone like that, it was just to keep things calm when everyone was tense and angry. It didn’t mean anything.

Then it all came ahead in this moment.

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“What’s your status?!” Price’s voice was shaky and slightly frantic over the radio, calling out to them after the accident. The mission had gone off the rails, leaving everyone scattered and at least slightly injured. Everyone had regrouped, apart from them.

They were lying against a crate, putting pressure against a wound on their cheek and leg after narrowly avoiding being knifed. Unfortunately, they didn’t dodge the bullet headed towards their leg. The knife had sliced their mask, causing blistering pain and ruining their cover. They huffed, collecting themselves before they responded, sounding angry and hesitant as they adjusted themself.

“Alive, but I can’t walk right. Bullet to the shin. I’m near the Northeastern portion of the warehouse, enemies are scattered everywhere, try to keep quiet.” Price’s heart ached a little at their clearly off tone, they sounded pained, and pissed, and even a little nervous. Who wouldn’t be in their position?

“…Copy, we’ll find you. Try to stop the bleeding.”

That was the last thing Price said before things went dark and they were alone, pulling out some gauze and cotton pads to stuff the wound and try to stop the bleeding for now. It was painful, but it kept them alive.

It’d been about an hour after they were found and 141 was able to complete their objective, hesitantly patching their wounds and assessing each other until they could get proper care. The brunt of the injuries had gone to our masked figure, stubbornly fixing themselves up in the evac. Price wasn’t having it though.

“Get over here, y’can’t stabilize that on yer own…” He moved to approach them, causing them to shoot a slightly stubborn and annoyed gaze before wincing slightly, biting their lip to keep from groaning in pain.

“…’M alright, Cap. I stopped the bleeding, and that’s all we need for now.” They shook their head as they leaned against the wall, causing Price to huff and cross his arms.

“It’s not gonna hold up for the 5 hour trip, gimmie yer leg.” Price spoke a bit more firmly this time, and they could feel the need to be cared for begin to rear it’s ugly head again, so to hide it they continued to argue.

“Captain—“ But they were cut off.

“Kid…” Price didn’t realize what he’d said until it slipped out, and he could immediately see the way their eyes flickered in response. Their breath hitched at the warning, like how a father would speak to his kid…

Finally, after freezing up for a moment they relented. The two were silent as Price worked, but both were freaking out for different reasons. Price had used “son” on Ghost, Soap, and Gaz before, but this felt different, more deliberate, and he didn’t understand why.

Meanwhile, they were still hung up on the fact that Price had called them that in the first place. They noticed it too, like this had been firmer and a little more hesitant then when Price called the others similar things. Like he meant it more, and it was frying their brain.

After about an hour, Price was a little more confident that the wraps would hold up. Now he’d decided to burry those previous feelings for later, up until he noticed the tear and the blood stain in their mask, and a surge of protection returned. He seemed just a little more nervous and worried as he gestured to that specific injury, he’d have to remove the mask to help, and they’d never been seen without it before.

Their eyes flickered up to Price again, still having conflicting emotions over being called kid in such a way, but for some reason… They felt more willing now, and they nodded softly. They just hoped no comments would be made at their complexion.

Price was surprised when they allowed him to reach for them, but he wasn’t going to complain at the trust given, simply nodded softly as he gently pulled away the mask. Oh… That’s why.

They definitely looked young, way too young to be here despite what their multiple legal documents stated. Large eyes, smallish lips, minimal skin blemishes, a small nose, full cheeks… They looked like a fucking teenager. No wonder why Price had been so desperate to protect them.

They noticed his look and averted their gaze, their breath hitching slightly, especially at how much more gently Price was handling them now. Normally they didn’t like being treated as fragile, they were strong and capable. But they’d let it slide this once, they were injured after all.

It took far less time to patch their cheek than their leg, but it probably would’ve taken even less if Price didn’t seem so hesitant. Like he was worried he’d break them more. Why did this feel good? They should be mad at him for treating them like glass! But, they weren’t… And that scared them.

Price eventually pulled back with a soft sigh, quietly moving to sit next to them as they averted their gaze again, looking slightly embarrassed at their behavior. But Price didn’t mind weirdly… And that scared him.

“…Y’Should rest.” His voice was soft, an air of protectiveness lacing his tone, making them want to shiver. This was their captain, they were capable and able to tale care of themselves, they shouldn’t want to be protected by him more.

“…Not tired.” They rushed out their words to keep from melting, and it only made Price huff again before wrapping an arm around them, causing them to jolt slightly before they were pulled against his shoulder.

“That’s an order.” He looked towards Nik with a sigh, trying to judge how much longer the trip would be. Not because he wanted it to be over soon, like he normally did… But because he wanted to relish in this moment for as long as possible. He didn’t understand it.

They hesitated for a moment before they finally leaned into his touch, allowing themselves this moment of peace and sanctuary despite how inappropriate it might look to anyone outside of 141. They justified it as Price just being physically close with his team, which he was. It didn’t mean anything.

Yeah, it meant nothing.

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It’d been a few days since that incident, and they were on bedrest recovering. Everyone’s presence and care was a comfort to them, but Price just being there made them want to melt all the damn time.

They’d felt a bit attached to Price before, but they figured it would fade with time and they’d fall into a pretty standard military relationship. Work, and work only. Now that attachment was growing, and they didn’t know what to do about it.

There was a growing tension between the two, an elephant in the room neither wanted to acknowledge in fear of disrupting the status quo, and it was causing distance. Price used to visit them more frequently than this, but now he was only there with someone else in the room, like he was frightened of himself when they were alone.

He couldn’t take the feeling that made his heart swell, this protective urge he felt every time they looked into their soft eyes. It reminded him of finding stray children who’d lost their parents amidst enemy bullets and bombs, the ones who’d sob and cling to him until they passed out in his arms.

That was probably the hardest part of his job, and now it was following him.

Eventually, he couldn’t avoid visiting on his own any longer after being forced to do so by the rest of his team. They’d known something was up between the two for a while, they just hadn’t said anything.

Their masked comrade sat up with a hesitant look as Price awkwardly approached them for the first time in a while, looking tense, like he was trying to keep himself from shaking. They both were

“…How’re you feelin’?” His voice was soft with that same sense of nervousness and protection he’d had before, quietly scanning them for discomfort. Great, now he wouldn’t be able to be ripped from their side, even if the others tried.

They looked at him with an almost small gaze, making them look even younger, and it made his instincts flare up again. This kid was gonna be the death of him…

“…Feelin’ better.” They didn’t say much else, their fingers twitching as they tried to hide their desire to he held like that again. It’d be inappropriate to initiate and inappropriate to ask for, they didn’t want to ruin this moment.

“…H-Haven’t seen you in a while.” Their voice was a little softer than before as they looked away, making Price’s heart ache again. He wanted to ask them not to look away, to come back to him, but that was unprofessional.

“I’m sorry, it’s been… Hard. We’re still tryin’ to fix that botch job. Been difficult without your help…” The subtle praise didn’t go unnoticed by them, and it caused them to tense up again, their breathing a little shakier than before as they tried not to melt.

“…I’ll be outta bed rest soon, then I can get back to diplomacy at least. Where are we at now?” They looked back, causing a flicker of relief and affection to flow through Price’s body.

“Found our targets next hiding spot, we’re off the moment we get clearance. They’re worried about our performance after how that last round went.” He sounded slightly frustrated even though it hadn’t been his fault, like he blamed himself for letting them be hurt.

“We’re the best of the best, why else would you have gotten funding in the first place?” They smiled softly at him, causing his heart to flutter a little. He smiled back, speaking without thinking.

“…Thank you, sweetheart.” He flinched immediately after, his lip quivering as his eyes widened. Damn it, this is exactly what he’d been afraid of. He watched as they also flinched, frozen in terror as he waited on their response.

But instead of being upset and kicking him out like he expected them to, he was taken aback when they melted instead, full on slumping down with a shaky sigh, looking like they’re about to cry from relief.

It caught him off guard, especially when they looked embarrassed after, covering their face and shaking their head. Their craving was so obvious now, and it made him melt as well.

“…Kid?” His words were soft and hesitant, a comforting gaze as he tested “kid” again, the thing that started this whole mess. He watched as they melted, shaking their head before they finally responded.

“Wish you’d stop sometimes…” They sounded on the verge of breaking down, which immediately made Price’s heart swell as he instinctively reached out again, just like last time.

“…Talk to me.” His gaze and voice were firm, no room for arguing or denying him in the face of this issue. He was tired of avoiding this now, they needed to be on the same page or their relationship would crumble.

They flinched a little as their gaze was pulled to him again, hesitating for a moment as they held back tears before they shook their head, attempting to pull away.

“…S’Embarrassing,” They uttered, the fear of judgement crawling up their skin at how clear their desperation now was. They felt exposed… They should’ve denied him the first time. They weren’t supposed to need love from anyone, let alone their captain.

Price shook his head and gently grabbed them again, gently gesturing for them to come closer. He wanted to provide that love, and he’d be damned if they kept denying themself.

“I know embarrassing, love. Please, talk to me…” His voice was soft and gentle, like how a father would. It broke him that they were so insistent on being strong, even if it was clear they needed someone to put them back together sometimes.

They winced a little at his tone, melting into his touch again as they lost their resistance, shivering just a little. They’d never been so desperate for something before, and it was terrifying. But they couldn’t refuse an order…

“You’re… The closest thing to a father I’ve ever had before, and I don’t know what to do with that.” They spoke with a slight bitterness on their tongue, but not towards Price, towards themself. This shouldn’t feel as good as it does.

Price’s face softened, his concern making them wince again before they continued, shaking their head and keeping their gaze averted.

“…It’s completely unprofessional, and I don’t want to disrupt anything, I just…” They couldn’t continue as Price shook his head, his gaze pained as he pulled them close, making them flinch.

He was hugging them, but it wasn’t like before. This was a real, tight, protective, fatherly hold, like he wanted to cradle them and pull a wool blanket over their eyes, to keep them from the horrors the world had. He’d always been protective of his team, but this was different. This was intense.

“Oh, baby…” This was too much. They were very desperate not to get attached, but now Price was absolutely destroying them. They didn’t realize how badly they’d needed fatherly comfort until now, and it was making the tears in their eyes spill.

“…Y’Mean so much to me, luv. Don’t even realize how much I needed ta’ hear you say that.” In the spirit of making sure they didn’t deny themself the affection they needed, he wasn’t gonna deny himself the ability to provide it. He’d been so scared of losing them if he exposed just how deeply he cared, but now he knew they felt the same, and it was ruining his resolve.

They went limp in his grip as he trembled, their breathing shaky as they hugged back desperately, the craving for love was intense at this point, and they refused to make him let go just yet.

No wonder they’d felt so intensely towards each other, it’d been a combined need for familial connection on top of the nerves of losing one another, and that was devastating to them.

Both of their masks were off now, leaving them vulnerable and susceptible to tears… But they didn’t care, they just needed to indulge in the affection they both feared they wouldn’t get to provide.

“Y-You…” They were cut off as Price shook his head, tightening his grip. He wanted them to rest, to recover in his arms. He needed to know they’d be okay and protected. He would accept nothing less.

“No, baby, no…” He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of their head. Maybe that was crossing the line between professional military relationship and fraternizing, but what the hell, lines had been crossed already. No one was there to judge.

They melted again in his arms as they nodded, their breathing beginning to slow as their body finally relaxed. They hadn’t been held like this in so long…

“…Don’ worry, you’re the closest thing I’ve had to a kid of my own.” Price had always wanted kids, but now that he was up in age and still in the military, there was a slim chance of him ever getting the chance to do so. They melted again at that statement and melted again, sniffling to try and keep their tears at bay, but they were failing miserably.

Price loved this kid as his own, and he wanted to protect them no matter what.

Slowly in his grip, their eyes begin to flutter shut at the coddling, their breathing beginning to soften as they rested their head on his chest, feeling his hand run through their hair as they shuttered softly, falling into the deepest sleep they ever had before.

Price huffed softly in a laugh, his smile wide but his eyes soft and loving. He sat down and pull them into his lap, closing his eyes and leaning over them to keep them as close as possible.

“…A’ve got ya, kid. Yer mine, ‘n ‘m not lettin’ anyone hurt you again.”

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A/N: I LOST A LITTLE MOTIVATION NEAR THE END BC I DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO END IT :(( I HOPE IT’S GOOD FOOD THO! THANKS AGAIN FOR THE ASK AND FOR THE LOVE <33333 wrote this between classes so forgive me for grammar mistakes

[marlynnofmany]

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Hello there! Are you looking for the Token Human series, featuring a spacefaring veterinarian during her time working on a courier ship? I post weekly short stories with this tag, and there’s a masterpost that’s up to date as of April 7th, 2025.

Also! I post early on Patreon if you’d like to spend a few bucks a month reading sci-fi shenanigans before the general public. (There’s a free tier too, if you want the stories emailed to you every Monday with no strings attched.)

Also-also, I write novels! Like this one that takes place after the courier era, when Robin is working as a vet on an alien planet (dealing with a crisis of escaped rabbits and troublemaking space poachers). And other books about completely different main characters. Sometimes I put together anthologies with friends.

And then there’s the rest of my blog, which is full of writing-related things, sci-fi, fantasy, Fun Facts and interesting nonsense, and general Tumblr tomfoolery.

I’m having a great time, and I plan to bring everyone else with me.

EDIT: Also on BlueSky!

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I’m back again with another rec list!! This time, I’ll be focusing on ostensibly lesser-known long fic—for my own organizational purposes, this means a word count of (approximately) 20k+. I will be including WIPs this time around, but they’ll be clearly indicated at such. Recs are divided into two categories—canonverse (including slight adjustments to it) and alternate universe. All fics are Hannigram unless otherwise noted. 

Please be sure to heed all archive tags and warnings! Hope you enjoy, and don’t forget to give the authors some love!!

Dolce Far Niente by @avegetariancannibal​ [E, 20k]

Hannibal and Will have many, many sweet things to say and do to each other.

Technically this is part of a series, but I found it reads perfectly well on its own! 20k of Will and Hannibal being soft, sappy, and incredibly in love post-fall. A little domestic fluff, a little vacationing, and a little smut—the holy trinity tbh.

The Fall, The Flood, The Flight - Hannigram by write_starlight_riots [T,  24k]

Hello! :]

This is mainly the manifestation of a very indulgent inspiration/daydream/thought experiment that seeks to explore what immediately-post-fall Hannigram would be like. And I mean /immediately/.

Also inspired by @/threadsoflacee on tumblr!

I’m a sucker for hurt/comfort, sickfic, and vulnerability, and oh man does this fic deliver! The boys are hanging on for dear life as they fight to take care of each other’s wounds while struggling through their own. Both of them are absolutely hamstrung by their injuries in the most delicious ways, and we also get some wonderful ~feelings~ drama and realizations mixed in with it all. Very visceral and desperate in the best of ways.

Io by cuspid [M, 24k]  * WIP

"You look tired, Will. Why don't you rest? I promise I'll wake you if anything should happen." "It's already happening," Will said, and Hannibal's smile widened.

On the way to the cliff house, Will begins to feel unwell.

SUCH an amazing A/B/O AU! Will presents as omega and goes into his first heat while he and Hannibal are driving to the cliff house. cuspid’s writing is STUNNING, and I’m particularly enjoying the way they weave omegaverse into the universe, including the cultural and language differences they include when we get Chiyoh’s POV. It really feels like an intrinsic (and very NBC Hannibal) part of the universe, and they fit it flawlessly into canon. Speaking of, they include some fantastic Chiyoh POV as well as POV from an original character who I fell in love with instantly. Amazingly hot, fantastic characterization, sexual tension... 1000/10 highly recommend. Last updated June 29, 2023.

The Rules of Disorder by @lestatdelioncourte​ [E, 53k]  * WIP

He is falling...

Will Graham falls off a cliff in the arms of Hannibal Lecter, finally accepting the darkest parts of himself. He wakes up, uninjured and in Hannibal's bed in his old Baltimore house. Confused, Will quickly realises something is wrong and has to navigate a new reality: one where Hannibal Lecter is not a killer, where they have made a life together without any of the familiar horrors. It is his ideal world...isn't it?

I’m definitely a sucker for parallel universe/time travel nonsense, and this fic doesn’t disappoint!! It’s so heartbreaking and hopeful and bittersweet—Will finally gets everything he could have had, only to realize it’s not the same as what he wanted at all. Very investing, emotionally rewarding fic! Definitely feeds my hankering for angst while not being one-note painful—it’s got that delicious balance of comfort and pain that I can’t get enough of. Last update was June 2023.

Honzen Ryōri by @terminalfids​ [E, 54k] * WIP

"I have never felt as alive as I did when I was killing him," Will admitted in a whisper, and it was true. His skin ached with it, felt like he might simply burst from it. It wasn't enough to contain him.

"Then you owe Randall Tier a debt," Dr. Lecter mused softly, still holding on to Will's hand as he cast a glance over the corpse before them. "How will you repay him?"

"I want to skin him," he said after a long moment, dragged out until he could feel Dr. Lecter's emotions swallow his own with anticipation. The man's feelings were bombastic. Loud and inescapable when he let them fly free on his face. It was easy to submerge himself in it, mirror it, until Will felt more of Dr. Lecter in his head than himself. Dr. Lecter wasn't a psychopath. He was more emotionally alive than anyone Will had ever met. He just also happened to be able to act as cruelly as though he felt nothing at all but cold curiosity at the simple flip of a switch. "I need the- the parts. I want to build him a monument. Do you know a place where I might do that?"

For the second time since his release from the BSHCI he thought that Dr. Lecter might kiss him. He told himself that he was relieved when he did not.

Canon-divergent from Naka-Choko. Picked this fic up soon after it was first published my god did I enjoy it!! The very first scene had me head over heels—it’s beautifully written, delightfully intimate, and has just the combo of hurt/comfort, inner conflict, and turmoil that makes me drool. I’ve loved the little changes terminalfids has made to canon so far, and the way they’ve echoed or adapted canon scenes and lines in new, appropriately divergent contexts. Really fantastic characterization and POVs from both characters—I love the insights we get from each of them and am SO excited to see how it all turns out! Last updated on February 2024.

A place you can never go by @det395​​ [E, 84k]

When things don’t go according to plan, Hannibal makes a wish. He finds himself a year-and-a-half in the past and seemingly given another chance with Will.

His feelings about the situation only get more complicated when he realizes he may not have completely lost access to his old timeline after all.

A Digestivo canon divergence.

I have never ever felt so emotionally conflicted (/positive) while reading a time travel/parallel universe fic! Jen writes these characters beautifully and captures their pain so well. I love the way she uses the memory palace throughout this, and I was hanging on every word. Absolutely stunning fic that has become one of my all-time favorites. She also has written two DELICIOUS timestamps/accompanying one shots, which are part of the same Ao3 series as this fic.

The Storyteller by @gzdacz-writes-fic​ [E, 188k]

Hannibal has little choice: to eliminate the threat he presents, he must stand by and let illness consume Will Graham. But the brighter Will burns, the more the delusions of his inflamed brain begin to spill onto Hannibal's world, until the boundaries between the real and imagined become faint - and something Other slips through.

Canon divergent from partway through season 1. I will rec this fic until I’m blue in the face. It starts out /painful/—Hannibal lets Will’s encephalitis continue on unhindered with some truly devastating results—and continues on a slow, emotional, bittersweet train that incorporates some truly lovely character moments, some great catharsis, and an incredibly engaging surreal/magical realism–style mystery. Fantastic writing and characterization, incredibly engaging through and through. HIGHLY recommend but be prepared for the road to be bumpy! There’s a lot of caretaking and recovery both mental and physical, in addition to some emotional turmoil 🥰

Callin’ Anybody, Can You Hear Me? by nobetterlove [E, 19k] 

Daring to take an Introduction to Visual Arts class, a completely blind Will Graham ventures into The Walters Art Museum for an assignment. While taking the narrated tour, Will isn't prepared for the heavily accented voice flowing through his speakers, flawlessly describing the art that brought each piece to life. Though it was hard to believe, love at first listen sat at the back of his mind.

Two years later, Will visits the museum every other Friday, fixated on both the voice and the beauty and knowledge his favorite museum had to offer. With the right connections and a true talent, Will scores a gig playing for the museum's latest exhibit reveal. When a recognizable voice makes the opening presentation, Will is overwhelmed with feelings and dreamed up possibilities. What happens when the voice becomes a real person, who finds Will just as interesting?

Or - the one where Will falls in love with Hannibal's voice before ever meeting him.

A really lovely piece! The characterizations ring so true to me and I love this portrayal of blind Will Graham. The author does a wonderful job with Will’s inner monologue and really beautifully portrays his perspective and interaction with the world as influenced by both his blindness and his Classic Will Graham character that we’ve all grown to love! The first meeting between Will and Hannibal is so heartwarming, sweet, and charmingly fluffy, and their relationship blossoms quickly—we’re treated to some really lovely dates that beautifully capture that honeymoon-stage flutter and fondness, and there’s a lovely navigation of their mutual loneliness that definitely hit home for me. Though this fic itself is technically complete, it does end on a cliffhanger meant to be picked up by a second installment of the series. If you end at the penultimate scene, though, it can be read as a complete work!

Songs for the End of the World by th_esaurus [M, 20k] Will Graham/Abigail Hobbs/Hannibal Lecter,  Will Graham/Abigail Hobbs

When the infection hits, swift and relentless, turning men into monsters and the world into a wilderness, Will Graham is one of the few who doesn't run. He's lost his wife, he has no colleagues, and Abigail Hobbs has been a ghost for such a long time; the only person he has left in the world is sitting in the dank cells of Baltimore Hospital for the Criminally Insane.

Waiting for him.

A TLOU-inspired post-canon AU written before s2 aired. Really beautifully written, fantastically emotional and heart-wrenching piece that kept me engaged all the way through to the bittersweet end. The characterizations are so good and the prose is amazing—highly recommend! For those who don’t normally read Will/Abigail or Hannibal/Abigail, it is present, but I think even those who don’t normally find that to be their cup of tea could enjoy this piece! There are a few very brief sex scenes between Will and Abigail (really no more than a few lines) but it’s the intimacy and distance and horror and love between the three of them that really shines through!

oh, give no faith to show by videcormeum [M, 25k]  * WIP

“Try to relax your shoulders. Be one with your body, do not fight it.”

Atoms separated them. Will swallowed. With a deep, steadying breath, he allowed his shoulders to drop. It felt better, the pull at his muscles easier. His chin lifted naturally. Projecting to the balcony.

Hannibal smiled. “That’s good, Will.”

Dancers are dying at a local ballet company. With local law enforcement convinced it's an inside job, promising FBI agent and ex-dancer Will Graham is sent undercover to investigate. When he meets renowned ballet dancer Hannibal Lecter, it becomes clear that the investigation will be anything but straightforward.

Yes, you need to read a Ballet AU. Trust me. The whole cast is repurposed here as part of the ballet company (except for Jack Crawford, who remains with Will in the FBI camp), from dancers Zeller and Bev to ballet master Hannibal, choreographer Chilton, and Madame Du Maurier. The piece is really delightful and full of emotion, old trauma, and sexual tension while also delivering some really fun company bonding and banter. Really lovely piece, especially for anyone with any interest or experience in dance or performance! Last updated May 2021.

A Trip for Biscuits by anothersummerday (M_hys_a) [E, 26k]

In late summer 1936, Bedelia du Maurier's traveling circus is plagued by a series of murders, and Will Graham begins a brief but passionate affair with a man named Roman Fell.

Wow, a delightful read all the way through! The circus aspect itself doesn’t play too big—we don’t see any performances, so it mostly serves as a backdrop that provides a really lovely traveling outcast feeling. We get an encephalitis-era Will analog here, grappling with having killed Hobbs and facing his canon-typical nightmares and sleepwalking, and then Hannibal, using the alias Roman Fell, shows up smack in the middle of all of it. Delicious repurposing of canon dialogue, lovely cameos and supporting roles from characters like Margot, Reba, Dolarhyde, and Peter, and just really smooth, engaging writing.

climb into your shell of grief by skellytons [T, 37k]  * WIP

"There is... a distinctiveness to the way that you carry yourself, Will. It is familiar in people like me and unfamiliar in people like them." Hannibal looks up at the sky, reading the stars. "And people cannot trust what they find unfamiliar."

"Well, what can I do about that?" Will scoffs, feeling quite lost indeed.

"You say you have this man's address."

"Yes."

Hannibal holds out his hand, palm toward the calm sky, "May I have it?"

Will has never been one for support groups. He hadn't planned to stay for long. And then he heard Dr. Lecter speak.

Retired FBI agent Will Graham finally gives in to pressure and attends a grief support group, and one of the members there immediately catches his attention (three guesses who that is). This is definitely a heavy one, so check the tags—lots of angst and hurt/comfort, and the focus really is on Will’s grief and trauma, the background and details of which are fed to us just a little at a time, enough to whet the palate but not give you the whole picture right from the start. It’s also got a fun mixture of canon characters, who poke in from the sides, and unfamiliar ones, who serve as a pleasant, not-at-all distracting backdrop for Will and Hannibal’s interactions. Last updated May 2024.

give it to the dirt by @ropertplant​ [E, 132k]  * WIP

Hannibal gets called in to consult on his second FBI case after The Minnesota Shrike; a string of murders connected to New Orleans. While he’s there, he meets a very interesting tour guide for the city.

They talk. They argue.

And they have much more in common than they may realize.

This is the Hannibal we know from canon—Chesapeake Ripper, psychiatrist, consultant for Jack et al back at the FBI—put up against the Will we know in spirit, if not in exact circumstance. Will has remained in New Orleans and works as a tour guide, living in isolation on the swamp with his seven-plus dogs. There is so much to love about this one!! The characterizations, dialogue, and banter, for one, are delightful and so striking. We get a delicious helping of smitten Hannibal, bitchy/abrasive Dark!Will, delightful inner conflicts, sexual and romantic tension, some hilarious peeks at Team Sassy Science, and more. There are some INCREDIBLY fun and incredibly hot scenes, and there’s great humor throughout along with some really well-done sweet moments. This one absolutely consumed me—once I picked it up I couldn’t put it down! Last updated July 2024.

Symbasis by @bloodripelives​ [E, 126k]

Anabasis: a journey up away from the coast, cf. Xenophon, Alexander. Katabasis: a journey towards the coast, or, descent to the underworld, cf. Persephone, Orpheus.

The world is being torn apart and remade. The ripper of Carthage thinks to help with the tearing; a desert prophet is ready to be remade.

REALLY fantastic Historical AU that starts out at the end of Alexander the Great’s siege of Tyre, where Carthaginian Hannibal son of Lectis happens to have been stuck along with the rest of his envoy for the past seven months. Meanwhile, this version of Will (Weldjebauend, or Wel for short) is an Egyptian priest of Ammon-Re; he’d been found in the desert when he was a child by Joh (Jack), another priest of Ammon-Re, who’d taken him under his wing and brought him into the priesthood. Will’s encephalitis-induced hallucinations and empathy are repurposed into visions and knowledge sent by the gods, Hannibal is a hoplite soldier as well as a murderer who’s got a blood feud to avenge, and some of our favorite minor characters are woven in throughout, including Beverly (Bacaxa), Jimmy (Jason), and Brian (Briarios). There’s A LOT of history in this, and Alexander the Great and the historical happenings that go along with him definitely do not take a backseat. It’s a bit of a slow burn leading up to Will and Hannibal meeting and getting to know each other in any capacity, and it’s an enthralling ride—tei’s writing is fantastic and the characters are absolutely engaging from the very start!

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[fuckyourchampionship]

I've been an F1 fan since about 07, I joined Tumblr and have had an f1 account since 2012. I say this as someone who was posting Seb support in 12 & 13 and Rosberg support in 12 - 16. Until I would say the DTS premier, any hate was the usual sports hate. I can point out examples of the same comments in many other sporting fans. Since DTS, i feel people no longer view F1 as a sport but rather as nothing but a form of entertainment. The extreme sexulation of the drivers, the stalking of their families, the threats. All of these have taken off.

The behaviors that have come up in the Fandom recently are ridiculous. If you made RPF before DTS, you made it read others' works and shut your mouth. People were not asking the drivers in their insta comments to read a certain fanfiction or tagging them in mature fanart on Instagram.

The bullying of other fans was nowhere as relevant as it is now. Again, I received lots of hate for supporting Rosberg in probably 15 & 16 the most. But you know what, it was a few random people! They were shamed in the community when they became extreme. People were treated like they were insane for threatening harm over a driver. Now ? That shit is ok!

All this is to say, please don't do what I did in 2015. Take a break if you find yourself starting to worry about what's in your inbox. And truly as fun as it is to argue with them something, it's not worth the attention. It's not worth the time. People spouting this kind of nonsense thrive off of your attention because in real life, no one else will give them the attention they want.

If whoever is stalking your blog reads this, I hope they take a minute to walk away from the device and take a break. Your favorite driver does not appreciate your hate. They do not want it.

These are really beautiful words, and you're touching on a lot of important things that are happening in the fandom right now. It's no longer just a sport; for people, it's like a TV series. On Instagram and X, people write normally about RPF in the comments, about RPF or things that shouldn't even be on those pages. It's really gotten worse.

and this post is really amazing

[howlinchickhowl]

It's been a minute since I played tag! (And also apparently since I've made a tumblr post from scratch because I could not for the life of me find the make a new post button 😑) I'm getting in on this one early before too many people tag me in it and I get overwhelmed, but thanks to @gardenerian and @gallawitchxx for waving me over.

Under a cut because I am a talkative little so-and-so today

name: howl 🐺 (aroo)

age you are mentally: I am a thousand years old I'm a newborn baby i'm ready to retire I'm not ready for senior year to be over I've seen too much the world is brand new i hate not being in control i cannot be put in charge i'm only small! you understand.

top 3 fics that came out last year (that you can remember at this point lol): being the most predictable bitch alive and second and thirding mel and bee when I say OLD HABITTTTTTSSSSSS by @whatthebodygraspsnot , guaranteed to satisfy by @catgrassplantdad and this one didn't come out last year but it was UPDATED last year to my great and incredible joy and I may have been so excited I forgot to comment on the new chapter which I will be doing immediately after I re-read it but Selfless Acts of the Illegal Variety my beloved, by @abundanceofnots

add in any authors who you read all of their things: I have not been able to do a lot of reading the last couple of years but certainly folks whose works get me real excited are those above, ray, jessie, and ellie, then of course @gallawitchxx @gardenerian @iansfreckles @whatwouldmickeydo @suzy-queued @the-rat-wins @captainjowl @sam-loves-seb @biblionerd07 (and if @gallavichy ever decided to start writing again I would legit leave my job in the middle of the work day to go somewhere private and scream and then read whatever it was)

fave artist/band/singer/group your discovered last year (has to be new to you, not new): Last year for the first time in maybe a decade I bought a ticket to a concert that no one had asked me to accompany them to, so I think I'm gonna have to say Remember Monday, petty queens.

one thing you learnt last year that you’re taking into 2025: sometimes asking for help is the only way to get to the finish line.

was it a good year or bad year? indescribably bad.

is there anything superstitious you do to try and continue that vibe or absolutely change it? i'm not really a superstitious guy? I feel like the only way you change the vibe is just by straight up changing it.

fave WIPs you're following into this year: I am not up to date on what is being updated, but I am always praying for updates on a few things - Elevator Music, Selfless Acts (again! I'm greedy!), Let The Bodies Do the Talkin', Things Beyond Mistake, Tender Hearts and Other Maladies - can you believe before this fandom I literally would never read a fic unless it was finished? and now I'm surrounded by all these amazing works I never would have known the joy of if I had kept that nonsense up! Read WIPs folks! It's joyful!

are you doing any January ‘get healthy’ things? I wouldn't call it a 'get healthy' thing, but after several years of living on everyone else's schedule I am choosing this January to try and 'be healthy' by listening to my body and not do anything it doesn't want to do.

more random questions ~~ did you consider yourself an avid reader before you found fanfic? for sure, I am the bookish girl to fic monster pipeline. She is me.

do you read books as well as fanfic? yes (but not as many as I used to!) or no: fanfic or die -- I struggle to read books when I am struggling, so I end up reading fic instead, but I am always reaching for a book, even if I don't end up reading it. So far this year though I'm on my third book so far!

what are you doing to survive this january so far? Sleeping, eating, saying yes when I want and no when I want, sleeping some more, taking my dog for a walk, ignoring my bank balance, reading, writing.

woo tag game! We did it! I am tagging everyone who I have tagged in the body of the post, as well as @heymrspatel @callivich, @sleepyfacetoughguy @mickeyheartian and @gallavichsuperfan , and everyone who has tagged me in a game this last year, I see you keeping me in your hearts and minds and I appreciate you!

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hello my dear friends welcome to the horseimagebarn weekly recap where every week i respond to all the cool tags asks comments and such things i received in the past week

i shall begin our recap with a request as i am planning to rework my tagging system for the horse emotions and i need your help to think of good ones here are the tags i have so far

joy - for happiness

whimsy - for the positive oddities and love of life

cursed - this is cursed

lament - for sadness

anger - self explanatory

sloth - laziness and comfort

love - horses that are in love

friendship - horse and some other being or beings displaying friendship

indulgence - indulging in food water alcohol drugs etc

intelligence - doing tasks that display intelligence such as human tasks

small - small or young horses

NEW! evil - evilness and villainy

NEW! unusual - this is unusual

NEW! vehemence - upset or disgust

NEW! styling - for all the well dressed horses

NEW! nonhorse - there is a nonhorse entity in the image

NEW! cute - i think this horse is cute

NEW! aquatics - the horse is in the water

NEW! regular - a regular and uncontroversial image of a horse

NEW! silly - the horse is acting in a rambunctious or goofy manner

NEW! greatest hits - my favorite horse images or the most successful ones on the tumblr platform

please let me know your feedback on this matter as these tags exist to aid you in your navigation of my blogs archive

anyway let us move onto our recap

this is the truest damn thing ive ever heard

i appreciate this compliment greatly my friend i am a massive fan of the beat poets ginsberg especially though he may be a basic choice is one of my biggest inspirations when it comes to shorter form writing i am deeply touched by your comparison

welcome to tumblr my friend i hope you have a wonderful time here i am touched to have had such an effect on you as to motivate you to make an account

hello friends i do not and never will accept ai generated images for this account i do my best to give every image i find a decent sized gander in an attempt to prevent ai images from being posted this account is dedicated to enjoying the true and real nature of horses and i feel that appreciation does not extend to fake horses that are an amalgamation of pictures of real life horses it feels unnatural and wrong to me to post fake horses

i quite like draft breeds i think they are beautiful and i love horses with thicker builds however i truly believe all horses are majestic and impressive creatures deserving of love and i do enjoy all of them

i would watch it i love horse media its so funny i myself think often of writing an adult animated television show about horses

i search pretty much everywhere you could think of and i type nonsensical phrases with horses in them until something of value is revealed to me it is a valiant hunt

im afraid i have never read any of his work do you recommend it

this is very good i love when people draw the horses you have much skill

thank you my friend i am always pleased to see your tags on my posts my girlfriend and i are indeed happily frolicking every day with joy and excitement in our hearts i showed her this and she said that was indeed us so your image choosing was accurate take heart in that for you have horse posted the horse poster

red dead redemption 2 is a very good horse game i enjoy it greatly my horses were named isabella and trophy and felt and wet blanket and i loved them very much

shoutout skippy

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WIP Word Game

Got tags from @mythals-whore and @mscreativity. Thanks, lovelies!

Honestly what this game teaches me is that I need to vary how I start my sentences. (Tumblr nonsense as writing improvement!)

Rules: You get a word and share a sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word.

My word is BELOVED, and I struggled to choose which WIP to take them from, so you get lines from a couple:

B "But Volkarin had saved her life, and then he’d cleaned her up, at the cost of what had looked like gallons of blood on his expensive and neatly tailored clothes."

E "Emmrich was there, sitting up against the headboard on top of the blankets reading a book bound in fraying cloth."

L "Like a teenage girl spotting a celebrity."

O "Out of the question. Except that Miss Aldwir was still bleeding."

V "Voices had whispered it to her in echoes and repetitions while she’d hunted desperately for a way out of the city the first time, the only survivor."

E "Even so, there was a gap in her memory where something had happened between her and Emmrich that he knew and she didn’t."

D "Disarm yourself, my darling.”

And because I'm mischievous and I sometimes remember the things people say, I'm tagging @emmg with the word MAUDLIN. And, heck, let's get @crimsen-khalessi, @lavenderprose, @andthekitchensinkao3, plus anyone else who wants to take a shot.

[cbrownjc]

Oh! You reblogged my reblog of your reblog and added 'wonderful addition' in your tags! Thank you so much! You're one of my very iwtv and dm blogs, so I'm very excited that you thought so. You always have such great meta (and made me feel unalone in the 'Daniel was dying of AIDS when Armand turned him; I don't care what Anne says' camp.. Overdose deaths... don't go that slowly and nobody who was overdosing could be that coherent. Even the most high-functioning addict couldn't have told such cohesive story re: the twins. Not even with their minds. If you have taken that much, you are either passed out or the words coming out your mouth are incoherent *or* your delusions are literally delusional and they tend to be really on a few things. Daniel would not have able to collect his like that. He just wouldn't have been. I didn't pick any of this up when I first read it because I was about 14 and didn't anything about anything. I have since grown-up and gained life experience I wish I did not have. I hope I don't sound like I'm being flippant about this. Or that I'm oversharing. Because I'm not trying to be. As I said, I take this from my own life experience as someone watching what this kind of drug use looks like and how it usually concludes. It's also just something that *really* stood out to me when I reread the Devil's Minion chapter very recently. I sat there and said holy shit, this is AIDS, right? I mean, it doesn't specify anything except Daniel destroying his body and I'm like, okay, well long-term drug use does destroy your body, but it's not all at once like this. This is a metaphor, especially with all the sexual encounters Daniel was having especially in that specific time period. Obviously, the first thing I did was hunt down posts on tumblr to confirm my suspicions only to find that, according to Anne, it was not meant to be a metaphor for AIDS. It was drugs? So, I sat there and went nope, not really how long-term drug use go, definitely not how overdoses on hard drugs go. Anne, I do not think you have been in the presence of a serious addict while they are scary high or even around one for any length of time if you think this is how it goes. I also thought that if it was supposed to be an overdose, then 500ish years-old or not, it should have still affected Armand. A longterm hard drug user like Daniel would have to have taken a lot of something very strong, particularly if we're talking about the drugs readily available to addicts in the 80s. This is one of those things in the books that I reject their canon and insert my own when I think about it. There are a bunch of outstanding arguments for why Daniel was dying of AIDS and then there's Anne's own words that she meant for it to drugs and I just feel like this is one of those occasions where death of the author must be applied. At least for it to make sense in *my* brain.

I am so sorry I just filled your inbox with a wall of text only very tangentially related to the original topic, which was to say 'thank you' and 'yay, one my favorite blogs said this was nice and now I feel less like all my commentary is unhinged nonsense! :D' But a wall text that no one asked for came out. I'm so sorry.

Hi!

First of all, don't worry about the wall of text, it's fine. It's nice getting message from people who just enjoy what I have to say and just want to say thank you! I will never have a problem with that. 🙂

I don't know if you've checked out my tag on the subject of AIDS on my blog, but I have some older posts there that discuss my thoughts when I first read Queen of the Damned and how Daniel was dying in that book. And, to be fair, Daniel wasn't really dying of drugs there, it was cirrhosis of the liver from drinking too much. Which I'm sure Anne chose it because she'd had a history of alcoholism and so could write from experience about it.

But yeah, it's still an addiction he was dying of. Which, by the time I read the book in 1995 was rather jarring that it actually wasn't AIDS, as I said in this post here. I can understand why it wasn't (given when Rice was originally writing that book), but it just can't help but be jarring now, when you read that book after the 1980s I feel.

Given that the showrunner and writers are playwrights, however, I think they well know they can't do Daniel's story in this day and age now without mentioning the AIDS crisis and tying his character into it in some way. It would just ring hollow not to, IMO. And I think they know that given that AIDS-related issues were some of the very first images we see in the first episode of the show, as well as the book we know in-universe he wrote about it.

Anyway, yes I really liked your post, and again, no apologies needed for the length or anything, really! The fact that you see me as a favorite blog to read is so nice to hear! 🤗

[bitchlessdino]

Get to Know Me!

technically tagged by @gyubakeries <3 (tiya ily you're so sweet always)

what's the origin of your blog title? 💘I was originally known as underratedlovedone and wanted a brand change so i did a whole fuckass poll on google forms (pre-tumblr polls btw) and that was so fun. I believe a mutual suggested this name and im sorry but rn their name escapes me. I was almost dildodino....

favorite fandoms: 💘I ult seventeen, that's obvious, got7, and recently yall have seen i've been getting into l0ve and d3ep spac3 (its a fucking problem and I’m not ready to be found yet), but otherwise what else hmmm, I'm a pretty causal listener to most of the rest kpop/krnb. smosh is fun, i love a good laugh, i think half my humor is svt other half from them or smth like that. i get so addicted to things and move on so quicky i'm trying hard to remember rn.

OTP(s)/shipname: 💘These are ship dynamics i absolutely love. Not romantic for obvious reasons. Wonchan, Boochan, Boogyu. it's hard bc i really love group dynamics, like 2+. SVT is so perfect for that actually. and really my ships are usually whatever is my current obsession at the time

favorite color: 💘light blue but specifically, #8AA7CC. it's called polo blue for some reason idk. but this was actually very close to the blue i had for my wedding and its so pretty.

favorite game: 💘I played persona 3:overload for MONTHS, my husband would literally see my gremlin ass at the tv with my controller grinding tf in those dungeons. I'm also a sims enjoyer, l0ve and d3epspac3 again lol, gta6 when it finally fucking comes out gdi rockstar

song stuck in your head: 💘the love and deepspace intro.....its hauntingly beautiful it actually scares me a little. And "if you leave me" by svt is my comfort song rn

weirdest habit/trait? 💘uhhhhh. I pick up on people's speech patterns all the time. Its how i was able to semi-learn some languages or accents. One time i was on a work call with a client that was from Alabama and maybe bc i'm from the south but i started to actually mimic her subconsciously. to this day i hope i didnt offend her or anything. you'll also learn that i'll yap alot reading this. and 'lol' or 'like' and unhealthy amount and i hate that.

hobbies: 💘I write a lot on my own time, i just sometimes don't post it bc its often incomplete or not fully-fledged. I also read, which i need to get back into bc my tbr is long asf. I sing but not as much as i used to. I also cook. sometimes game. Kdramas, anime whatever it’s ongoing at that moment anyways. I enjoy my free time.

if you work, what's your profession? 💘bro when i was working, it was at a bank as a business analyst, sounds impressive, it wasn't. but i miss the steady income

if you could have any job you wish, what would it be? 💘 honest to god, i'd love to go back at tell my younger self to seriously try to get into acting. or film and its production/writing. It wasn't until adulthood that i realized i wanted to work in a creative environment but forgoed for 'realistic careers.' this may be your 4th, 5th, 36th life guys take a chance. there's an AU me out there there that pursued everything I wished for and I wish I was them.

something you're good at: 💘I would also love to know. but i think I'm funny sometimes and a little witty. sometimes i have to stop myself before i say some dumb shit tho, so i spit all that nonsense into my writing.

something you're bad at: 💘most things, especially pushing myself to my full potential. i know i hold myself back a lot. like i keep saying i'll write a book and publish will always have an excuse not to. not deep answer: i cant ride a bike and i refuse to. i just have no balance and i can barely stand straight ngl. and most physical games bc i am feeble i would not survive a zombie apocalypse

something you love: 💘food god i love food. and milk tea or boba tea drinks in general, call me a basic asian idc 💘human interactions but not including me but like people watching, i enjoy seeing a relationship grow and flourish overtime idk such a cute human things. i like to see the humanity in people. 💘the cats in my parents' neighborhood that have made ours and the neighbors across from us lawns pretty much their territory. a whole kitty gang. 💘and days that give me a good reason to put on a cute outfit, and do my hair and makeup. i'm at home a lot so those days are kinda special to me. I'm bare face 98% of the time.

something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: 💘seventeen or in general the 2nd-3rd gen kpop lore, that was my shit. I loved those days with the exception of some things. Oh, and the plots i have going on in my head and the characters i have in mind, building them is so fun to me.

something you hate: 💘 things that don't make sense. ok, i hate on a lot of things and a lot of things don't make sense or they are just an entity they cant help it, but how people let history repeat themselves or events occur knowing fully what's going on. it's just insane. things that don't make sense, i cant help but be frustrated. Also like all of twitter/x and its existence and what it’s brought out in people

something you collect: 💘svt albums but not sm recently, stuffed animals from a couple claw machine places in my area's chinatown, my old peoples meds bc im deteriorating at an accelerated pace, things on my tbr or to watchlist

something you forget: 💘most things like errands, which is why i gotta write in my little iphone notes. where i place my phone bc i don't look where i throw and im screaming for siri in my room to find it. sometimes things i enjoy until i rediscover it one day and that's kinda the best feeling ever like "wow i remember i loved you welcome back"

what's your love language?: 💘word of affirmation and good banter, but not just straight up teasing that gets so old, i want real tension that's just like. "yeah, I thought about you. is that a problem?" OR "So you think I'm hot? "Yeah, but you're still annoying."

favorite movie/show: 💘 I dont know if i have a favorite movie i am always changing my mind about what's good out there, but my favorite show ever is this Kdrama called "Moving" It's beautiful and i loved every side story even the adults like it was so beautifully curated. i still think about it a lot and am waiting for a second season.

favorite food: 💘banh mi, korean fried chicken, and sashimiiiii omg i could just go ham on either one right about now.

favorite animal: 💘cats and dogs <3, basic ass answer but i havent felt super drawn to a specific animal. Maybe a panda bc they're such a mood. ykw a panda they are something else everytime i hear about a report of them

are you musical? 💘I've sang since i could breathe. i vividly remember my younger self getting my parents to call the viet radio so i could sing on there live (this theatric bitch). I was in choir in my teens, and i for a moment learned viola but not so much anymore.

what were you like as a child? 💘annoying no doubt, and so much more carefree than adult me. like she did not give a single fuck and people liked that about her. i miss her.

favorite subject at school? 💘debate! it got me into public speaking and interpretive performance. I really enjoyed growing a voice from learning how to not only build and refute arguments, but it got me to practice my acting chops a little like i wanted to when i was little

least favorite subject? 💘math, unfortunately i was awful and did not pay attention so i kept messing up formulas. that was my fault tho

what's your best character trait? 💘i don't like saying it but my empathy? I've been told that that's how often i respond to most situations and often give people benefit of the doubt. i just never want to assume whatever is going in someone's life bc we really have no fucking clue.

what's your worst character trait? 💘honestly too much of a people pleaser or rule follower sometimes. i let my moral compass rule over most of my decisions and that's not particularly bad but that's how i'm often holding myself back i fear

if you could change any detail of your day right now what would it be? 💘 i should have not eaten that pack of buldak ramen bc that was not good for my stomach. i need a real balanced meal especially after what i was told at my doctor's apt.

if you could travel in time who would you like to meet? 💘idk if i want to change any big part of history, that is not something i could leave on my conscious if it blows up the world, but i'd like to visit my younger self that its okay to mess up and really go for things bc she can be so much more if she tried.

recommend one of your favorite fanfics (spread the love): 💘i reallu want to read more but this one is and always one my mind: between you and me by my bb @haologram. it's just so good like shut up and and put this my man in my mo-

Anyways tagging anyone that wants to play!

[peach-and-bugs]

I'm so glad someone's taking requests for YJ! But I'd like to ask for adult Misty x reader with dialogue 3 please!

💗Confessional - Misty Quigley (2021) x fem!Reader💗

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disclaimer: don't repost my work. I only post on Tumblr and on Ao3. anything else is stolen and should be removed immediately

Summary: Misty doesn't know the difference between a crush and a squish (the want to be close to someone in a friend way) and is quite surprised when she realizes the difference!

Warnings: mention of cannon death and body disposal (Adam) and alcohol consumption

Word Count: 2,385

A/N: Hello Loves! It's Misty's turn! I absolutely love Misty and she's definitely in my top three favorite characters. But honestly, she's kind of hard to write for, so I don't know how much I like this one. Fortunately, I do have more requests for her, so she isn't going away anywhere and I've got time to work more with her. This was another Yellowjackets dialogue request, so feel free to send in anything you'd like with Misty or another one of the girls with one of the prompts! but as always, feel free to leave questions or comments in my comments or ask box, and happy reading 💗

Misty Quigley Tag List:

General Tag List: @summergeezburr

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Misty entered her house with a rather loud sigh and a crash from the slamming of her backdoor. She practically threw her groceries on the counter, mumbling under her breath as she left them be to get something to drink from her fridge. She said fuck it and cracked open a coke, taking one long swig before setting it back on the counter and returning to the grocery bags. However, she was interrupted once again by a knock at her front door that had Caligula squawking. He must have been frustrated by all the interruptions as well. She grumbled again and maneuvered through her house to the door, opening it with far more vigor than she’d intended to. She was startled to find you at her door at this hour and she seemed to have startled you as well.

“y/n! I wasn’t expecting you,” she forced with a shiny smile. You chuckled, relaxed, and smiled as well. Misty had known you for quite some time now, however, most of that time had been spent over online citizen detective forums and eventually texting and phone calls before you finally met up in a local coffee shop a month or so ago. After that, you’d kept in pretty regular contact. Shed decided recently that she liked you. And considering that Caligila had gotten comfortable with you holding and petting him quite quickly you must be a good pick after all. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to drop in so suddenly but you'd been so quiet lately and I dunno, I got worried,” you grew shy as you gave her your reasoning, absently brushing loose hair behind your ear. “Oh! And I brought cookies,” you added, wrinkling your nose as you smiles. Misty grinned, enjoying the concern, and shrugged.

“It’s alright, I’ve been helping my friends with something is all. Do you want to come in? I was just putting groceries away before prepping dinner,”

“I wouldn’t want to be a bother-”

“Nonsense!” she chirped, reaching out her hand to take yours and tug you inside. She managed to take your purse from your shoulder and hang it on one of the free hooks by her door. “I’ll cook for us and we can catch up. What have the forums been talking about? I haven't had the time to read any of them,” she fibbed as she made her way into the kitchen with you trailing behind. She flicked on the small radio on her kitchen windowsill to whatever random radio station she'd been listening to previously. 

“Oh! Did you hear about that Adam guy on the news? Some people online have been looking into that. It looks like someone could have been behind him going missing,” Misty had to refrain from physically cringing at that comment, seeing as how she’d just come home from the dead man’s apartment and the funeral in which she eliminated the crucial parts of his identification. 

“Pfft, that case? That’s going nowhere. He probably just hopped on a boat and is across the world by now. I bet something will come out about money laundering or something eventually,” she flat-out fibbed as she pulled carrots and celery out of her grocery bags to put them into her fridge while you stood awkwardly holding your plate of cookies in hand.

“Um ok,” you mumbled “Well, is there anything I can do to help you? I wouldn’t want to just stand in the way,” you chuckled nervously. Why you found so nervous Misty couldn’t tell, but there seemed to be a strange feeling in the kitchen's air, one she couldn’t quite put her finger on. But she smiled again and looked down at her grocery bags, holding her hands in the air and wiggling her fingers as she contemplated what she could have you do. 

“Ah! Why don’t you give those to me and start boiling some water while I finish unpacking this, hm,” she suggested as she began digging through one of the paper bags, to pull out a newly bought bag of spaghetti noodles which she offered to you in exchange for the plate in your hands. After a second you initiated the exchange and made your way to the stove as Misty pulled out a pot for you to boil. 

You scooted around each other in the small space as you filled the pot and she continued organizing her groceries. Every few seconds your hand would brush against the small of her back so naturally that she might not have noticed, so when she needed to move past you she’d gently cup your hip, though it was more like her hand hovering over you. Even so, she still thought she could feel the prickling of your skin under her touch. It was endearing, she realized, to have that sort of effect on someone, though that's how friends were supposed to make each other feel. So, you were her friend now. That was nice. 

“How much of this do you want me to make?” you asked her as you opened the bag. 

“Just dump it all in there. I can eat the rest over the week for my lunches at work,” she decided as she pulled the ingredients she wanted to use for her sauce and meatballs. She had leftover sauce from when she’d made it before at a far larger portion size than she had intended to that was still good and she pulled out some of the new ground beef she’d bought along with bread crumbs, eggs, garlic, and an assortment of other spices. 

She began organizing her ingredients before rolling out her meatballs, but before any of that, she got her sauce back on the stove to warm up next to you in a large saucepan. She casually checked on the noodled, which you were salting and they seemed to be coming along quite nicely. She moved back to her meatballs as her sauce was going by you with a lid on, but as she made the last part of the meal she couldn’t notice that strange feeling again. 

She wasn’t sure who it could be coming from, if not from the both of you, but something other than the smell of dinner was in the air. The strangest part was how it was such a comforting feeling to Misty. There was something so natural about having you in her kitchen with her. Maybe it was because she hadn’t seemed to make many friends into her adulthood, besides her high school friends, of course, though they didn’t seem to talk much anymore. Could it just be that you were here and interested in being with her? You had come to check on her when she’d been quiet after all. That had to be it then. 

She tossed the meatballs into the now boiling sauce to cook. She stood next to you awkwardly for a moment before reaching over you for a ladle to scoop some of your pasta water to add to her sauce, which she stirred around. You unexpectedly moved to take the ladle from her, accidentally taking hold of her hand in the process. She noticed the way your eyes widened eyes dilating for a moment or so, which she found quite curious. She tuned in long enough to realize what song was now playing. It was one her mother used to play when she was a child. 

But if you feel like I feel

Please let me know that it's real

You're just too good to be true

Can't take my eyes off you

Her eyes scanned over your face. You bit your bottom lip, taking it into your mouth

I love you, baby, and if it's quite alright

I need you, baby, to warm the lonely night

I love you, baby, trust in me when I say:

She let go of the ladle and smiled. 

“I need to go feed Caligula and get the table ready,” she said quickly, taking a step back from you. She turned on her heels and rushed far faster than she had intended out of the kitchen and into her lounge and to her bird’s cage. He squealed quietly and Misty smiled, opening the door to the cage and petting the bird’s head. He cooed, shitting his eyes as he nuzzled into the palm of her hand. 

“Caligula, do you have any idea what’s going on with me?” she murmured as the bird climbed on her hand, up her arm, and onto her shoulder as she went to throw away the uneaten food in his dish and refill it for dinner. He began messing with her hair, preening her as he always did at dinnertime. Misty craned her neck to peek into the kitchen, quietly watching as you walked across the room to find plates and utensils and a strainer for the noodles. 

Misty finished refreshing Caligula’s dinner, coaxing the bird back into his cage to eat and she shut the door behind him. She moved on into the dining room, still keeping an eye on you. As she did, she opened a drawer and found an old candle setting along with a lighter she’d never gotten around to using. She figured out why not and arranged the setting, as well as two table placements on the table, dimming the overhead lighting as you walked in with two full plates. 

You paused at the dining room’s entryway, staring at the candles and the table settings placed one at the head of the table and the other directly diagonal to it on the long end of the table. When you didn’t move Misty took the plaits from you and set them both down before trotting off into the kitchen. 

“Now, I have a pinot noir, but I’ve also got a cabernet sauvignon that is just divine!” she allied from the kitchen. You didn’t reply as she rummaged through her cabinets for two glasses. You hadn’t moved from where you stood just yet and noticed after looking back. “y/n, you alright?” she asked, tilting her head with curiosity. You perked up at the sound of your name and skirted to take your seat at the table. 

“Oh! Um, you made the cabernet sauvignon sound very good,” you answered in a rushed attempt at sounding normal that Misty didn’t quite pick up on. She grabbed what she was told, along with a wine opener, and made her way back to the table. She stood as she opened the bottle with a satisfying pop and poured each a glass, which you tentatively grabbed, and took a few confident sips as Misty took her seat and her fork to dig in. You paused for a moment, messing with your hands in your lap before eating. 

“Misty, I have a confession,” you started, not looking up from your hands. 

“Well, it better not be to a murder because I can’t deal with that right now,” she answered back without the skip of a beat. You looked up, quite puzzled, and scrunched your brow.

“Um, I’m sorry, what?” you asked, nose wrinkling. Misty fully looked up and finished what she was chewing, covering her mouth with her hand as she realized your reaction. 

“Oh! No, I just mean I’ve been a little stressed lately is all, but I'm only joking, I promise!” she could tell she hadn’t recovered well at all as she could practically feel the way you cringed and clenched your teeth, pulling back from her, eyes refusing to meet hers. Had you always been this shy with her? You sighed, pulling her from her thoughts.

“You know what, this was a bad idea. I need to go,” you said rather rushed as she had moments prior. Before she had time to react you'd left your seat and headed back to the front door. Misty heard the jingle of your keys and the click of her front door before she got up, frantically wiping her mouth with her napkin. 

“y/n?” she called, watching you slip out the door before she began to sprint in its direction. By the time she made it to the door, you’d made your way down her front steps and were headed to her car. “y/n!” she yelled fully now, a strained crack in her voice. You stopped in your tracks, fearing the attention she might bring but it gave her enough time to grab onto your hand tight and stop you. Adrenaline had started pumping in a way that felt like fear, but of what she couldn’t pinpoint. 

“y/n, did I do something,” she asked quickly, her eyes frantically searching her face. You seemed startled by the sudden desperation in her grasp and her voice and you bit your lip, your brown scrunching as you frowned but shook your head. 

“No, it’s just stupid,” Misty squeezed your hand and reached up to turn your cheek to look at her. 

“No it’s not, tell me. I promise whatever it is it's not stupid. I’d never find anything you say stupid,” she insisted. You met her eyes finally and sighed with defeat. 

“I was going to ask you on a date,” you said in what could only be described as a whisper. Misty perked up, confused. 

“A date?” she questioned. She felt your cheek burn under her fingertips. 

“Yes! A date! I know it's silly, and I’m acting like a child but,” Misty grinned, vibrating with excitement. 

“I’d love a date with you!” she exclaimed. 

“What?” you were the confused one now.

“I didn’t know you liked me,” Misty mused, practically purring.

“Well, yes I’ve always liked you-” you started. 

“But I mean I didn’t know you liked me,” she reiterated, accentuating what she meant. You grew shy again. 

“Well, I didn’t know either but I got so nervous with the cooking and the candles,” 

“Then this can be our date!” Misty decided. 

“Really?” you chuckled under your breath. She’d gotten you to laugh and that was even more exciting than getting asked on a date. 

“Yes! I’d love to take you back in and on our date,” you chuckled again (she got you to laugh again!) and nodded. Misty eagerly led you back inside and realized just what she must have been feeling before after all. 

[baejax-the-great]

ao3 exists, plus it doesnt even matter what terms i search for on tumblr 100% of the time theres fanfiction. literally you can search any words on this website and some kpop guy/ reader fanfics flood the results every single fucking time. plus some of us are not here for fandoms??? your circus/clown analogy is stupid

So I'm incredibly allergic to shrimp-- to the point where if I ate a single shrimp I would die, to the point where I don't really consider shrimp food anymore--and it's the weirdest thing, yesterday i went to Target to buy hair conditioner, and they were selling shrimp. Don't they know it wasn't what I was looking for and I can't eat it anyway? Why would they do this? Totally fucked up of those shrimp catchers to try to poison me like that.

But analogies clearly aren't your thing, so let me break this down for you.

AO3 does indeed exist, but your suggestion that fanfic live there and ONLY there is akin to saying that imgur exists, so nobody should be posting images, whether they be photos or art, on any other website. Twitter exists (sort of), so really nobody should be posting shit posts or hot takes that are fewer than 140 characters or whatever.

Not everyone uses AO3. There is no law saying that if you write fanfic, you must post it on AO3 and nowhere else. There will never be a law that says that, because that's not how the internet works. Tumblr, one of the few social media sites that allows longform blogging, is in fact a great alternative to AO3 for one-shots. It's a little trickier for multi-chapter posts, but I've seen people make it work.

AO3 is not social media. People can't DM there, send asks, make friends, bump their post to the top of the feed (unless they are an asshole who is about to get blocked by half of fandom for pulling that move). Do you like social media? I mean you're here, on tumblr, bothering a total stranger, so you must see some value to it. Guess what--fanfic authors also enjoy being on social media and sharing what they've been up to, including their WIPs.

Things you aren't looking for being part of your searches is literally just life on the internet at all times forever. Earlier this month I was looking for a reference of draped fabric for drawing purposes. I googled 'chiton drawing' (chitons like the ancient Greeks used to wear), and all I got were drawings of molluscs of the genus 'chiton.' Alright, I did a google search for "toga drawing" and learned that there is an anime girl named Toga and people very much enjoy drawing her. Were the artists of the molluscs or the anime girl to blame for me having to slog through a bunch of irrelevant pictures to find one that could help me with my drawing? No. They correctly labeled what they were doing. That's just life.

Seeing fanfic in the tag doesn't harm you. At all. It doesn't matter if you find it cringe, or it's a ship you don't like, or it's xReader. For like ten seconds you looked at words you didn't particularly like, and then you moved on. How is that different from literally any other post on tumblr? I see bad takes and essays I don't care about on this site all the time. It's called scrolling. Again, this will be the case for every website on the internet forever. Are you telling me you read every tweet in your feed? Every reddit post? Sometimes you see irrelevant stuff. I guarantee some of my mutuals have already deemed this long ass post irrelevant and are scrolling on by. What makes fiction that much more abhorrent to you than the rest of the nonsense?

If you really hate seeing fanfic, tumblr has content blocking and tag blocking. You can block the phrase "x Reader." You can block the tag "fanfic." You can block all sorts of things, and if that doesn't work, you can just block the writers whose existence annoys you.

Sorry man, you personally not liking fandom and not using tumblr for it has really no bearing on what everyone else is doing. Like it or not, tumblr is a hub of fandom, and fanfic authors are going to be a part of every fandom on this green earth. Just because you came to the circus in order to admire the pretty fabric used on the tents doesn't mean the performers are in the wrong for doing their thing.

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Bugthing’s brand-new Pinned Intro Post!!!!!!

Hi! I’m Bug, I’m a mentally ill emo artist and fic author. This is where I put my nonsense for you internet ppl to look at.

I’m transmasc, currently identifying as altersex & xenogender, and I use he/xey/it/they pronouns. Mutuals, and only mutuals, can use my other neos, blood/bleed and gore/gory. I’m lunian/mspec lesbian, fictoromantic, and fictosexual. Please respect that!!

Currently, I’m into Hollow Knight, the Kirby series, A Hat in Time, Bug Fables, Cult of the Lamb, Rain World, and Fate/Zero. Do be warned, though, I can fall out of these fandoms at any time — my interests are almost always fluctuating.

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#besties rambles — Ramblings from my mutuals

#other’s art (it’s awesome) — Other people’s awesome art

#other’s rambles (sick af) — Other people’s sick af rambles (I tend to forget to use this one…)

#bbg tag — Posts both by me and by other people about my F/Os

#images that describe my gender — My gender envy tag. Don’t question the stuff that’s in there.

I tag triggers with #cw (trigger).

I tag OCs with #oc: (oc).

If I make any new tags (or remember any ones I forgot), this section will be updated!

Also, please keep in mind that tumblr is a bit fucky and sometimes doesn’t show posts under tags for some reason! Some posts might have my old tags on them.

And I believe that’s it! Enjoy your time here :)