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[gamma-rae-bursts]

Ik Melissa x reader w reader’s ex showing up to work at Abbott only got second place in ur poll but I want that fic so so so so soooo so so bad would u consider writing it pleaseeee and if yes could u tag me? 😭😭😭 tyy

omg yes! i’m being a busy bee rn but keep an eye out and i’ll try to have it done as soon as I can! And i’ll definitely tag you <3

[illyrianbitch]

are we still friends ate tf down honestly let me pay your rent for the year? az needs a taste of his own medicine (and a bitch slap. on the lips.)

anyways- do you have any fic recos please! I trust anything you recommend xx

bae im so sry this got lost and this took me so long, lowk i was hoping i would have more time to read n write out all my fun recs but i've been getting railed by work and not reading at all so lemme send you to some of my fellow writers who always have such good fics (and not only one-shots, such amazing series too) <3 :

@utterlyazriel @itsswritten @writingcroissant @milswrites @prythianpages

@m4tthewmurd0ck @acoazlove @inkedinshadows @pellucid-constellations @tarotsoul

@florencemtrash @acourtofwhatthefuck @azrielhours @assriels @historiaxvanserra

there are so many other amazing writers and works but my brain is so dead so anyone feel free to add any recs or plug your own works <3 mwuah

[whimsyfullyloaded]

RAE....RAE.... SHADOW CARRIED SONIC :((((( HE CARRIED HIM BRIDAL STYLE ........ HE SAVED HIS LIFE....... :(((((((((((

I KNOWWWW :(((( HE SAVED HIMMMM...ALSO ALSO SONIC HELD SHADOW BRIDAL STYLE AS WELLL :((

LOOKKKKK :<

[tojisun]

ghost vibes

xxx

idk how it ended up on my algorithm i don’t

THAT IS SO GHOST IM ACTUALLY SCREAMING CRYING MY BACK IS ARCHI- IM TWIRLING MY HAIR HHHSHHHS

ive had this one post where i think ghost is the type to talk you through it and the video (which we both dont know how it could ever end up on ur algorithm!!!) kinda resembles that <33

him makin sure she understands how to communicate to him that she wants to stop or take a pause is making my stomach flip!! n the thing with seein her cry… dacryphilia is just quite hot i fear

no because

the way ghost wipes at your eyes, cooing, whispering to you how good you’re taking him. how good it feels to slide down your throat. tells you how to hollow your cheeks just right, how to drag your tongue on the underside of his cock. tells you how beautiful you look on your knees, looking like a beautiful mess. his beautiful mess. the way he slowly pulls out, groaning at the moisture and the wet drag of your tongue along the entirety of his length, his breath hitching when you take a last lick on his slit, your swollen lips glistening against his flushed tip. the way he has to hold the base of his cock when he sees the way you look at him, all dazed and satiated, your lips parted open like you want his cock back. and so he gives it to you again, murmured praises mixing with his hitched moans, because ghost always luvs to give you what you want :((

[sockeye-station]

Wait is your four the captain? How did that happen?

YES! YES!! I GOT SOMEONE TO ASK ABOUT IT! I WIN!!!!

CLEARS THROAT. OKAY OKAY OKAY IVE HAD THIS ROTATING IN MY HEAD FOR A HOT FUCKN MINUTE AND ILL TRY MY BEST TO EXPLAIN IT IN A WAY THAT MAKES SENSE

OKAY. LETS REWIND ALL THE WAY BACK TO OCTO EXPANSION!!!

so! octo expansion goes all normally, we have our agent 8 fighting through the entire structure to escape, agent 3 gets brainwashed, they have to fight, yadda yadda. you probably know how it goes by now. But here's the thing.

what if i went ahead and changed a tiny thing. just the teensiest detail.

what if instead of spamming splashdowns, tartar decides to use one big fuck off booyah bomb.

"but, didn't booyah bomb come out after octo expansion?"

yes. yes it did. and that's why i chose booyah bomb specifically.

tartar whipped out the idea to use a booyah bomb from some prototypes it found out about after abducting god-knows-who, and used it despite its unstable build. No one, at that moment, knew whatever that was, what it did, how dangerous it was, or anything of the sort. This was some sort of last hurrah, as it knew that this was its last shot at stopping this failure from escaping the facility. And so it exerted Agent 3 into giving it everything he's got. Quite literally, even! It pushed him so hard, he too became unstable while trying to mantain and boost the energy ball.

The Booyah Bomb is thrown with as much power as Tartar could muster out of that creature, pretty much covering most of the arena. Once the ink settles, and Agent 8 gathers his senses, he looks around. Agent 3 is nowhere to be seen.

at no point in canon is sanitized agent 3 properly splatted throughout the fight — you only break their shield, they superjump back to their platform, and you eventually knock them out. you never splat them. so who's to say that, just like agent 8 during the ascent, they don't have a respawn anchor?

That's what I decided to play with here. Agent 3 is splatted with no respawn anchor. Agent 3 is dead.

The rest of octo expansion plays as normal, only that there's no passed out Agent 3 waiting at the helicopter.

Starting from here, Agent 8 becomes affiliated with the NSS through Cuttlefish after breaking the news, feeling like he needs to make it up for the loss they suffered as he feels responsible for it. He grows closer with Agent 4, and eventually they become closer friends, even staying at her place after she invited him once their friendship was more developed. This paragraph is mostly to explain how they know each other and how their friendship started, also explaining why my Agent 8 gives OtH Agent 4's number instead of Cuttlefish.

Okay! Now, back to the point of this ask. I actually had a bit of this typed out in a server I'm in!

[Agent 4] didn't really have a choice when it came to becoming Captain, being the fifth longest-standing member of the NSS after craig, the squisters and agent 3. craig was retiring, the squid sisters were still busy with their inkopolis celebrity scene, and [Agent 3] was dead. so she was the next best option.

she didnt really ask for this in the first place, and yet she accepted out of hopes of being acknowledged. When she was just an agent, the rest of the team didn't keep in touch with her much (except for Agent 8) after the events of OE, and at one point even stopped being called for whenever Callie got the shades on again. Whenever she patrolled, she did it without any previous call, and was rarely acknowledged by the others. She still kept visiting the canyon whenever she could after everyone else had moved on.

even after becoming the "captain", the others didnt usually reach out to her for assistance, and instead tended to act on their own. they never really took her as captain, rarely listening to her. so obviously this whole mess made her feel like absolute dogshit, questioning why she even decided to go through with this.

that title was meant for [Agent 3]. not for her. he was the one that came before her, and was better than her in so many ways. at least that's what the others kept repeating around her.

as much of a punch in the gut being constantly compared to someone else was, she kept pushing to try and make herself known, separate from the other's achievements. which is why she ended up accepting marina's request.

[stellariders]

Valentines day is coming up soon. Any fanfic ideas?

as in prompts or fanfic stories that i’ve read? i can’t think of any stellaride fanfics ive read so i’m just going to guess you meant prompts. also im just going to assume you meant for stellaride specifically but if not these might still apply to any couple really

1. stella’s gift to kelly for valentine’s day is a box of unused pregnancy tests. she believes she’s pregnant but she wants to take the tests with kelly so they find out together

2. stellarides first valentine’s day as a couple. stella is surprised when kelly has the day planned out for them because grant never did anything special for her because he always forgot. so she wasn’t expecting anything from kelly

3. stellaride plan to spend valentine’s day going to the fanciest restaurant in chicago, but when they sit down for dinner they realize they’re not the type of people who enjoy fancy and expensive things. so they instead ditch their reservations by going to get milkshakes at the harlo diner and spend the rest of night cuddling up on the couch with a deep dish pizza

4. a valentine’s day gone wrong when stellaride end up in a car accident on the way to dinner and end up having to celebrate in the hospital which feels on brand for them

5. stellaride have to spend valentine’s day on shift but the moment they get off, kelly takes stella to the harlo diner for milkshakes

6. stellaride first valentine’s day as a married couple and stella and kelly both want it to be special

7. the cfd hosts a valentine’s day gala for the paramedics and firefighters of chicago. stellaride go but get antsy and end up making out in a random closet at the gala

if anyone’s writes 2, 3, or 4 i’ll be forever grateful!!!

i’ve got so many ideas for fanfics but no motivation to write so if y’all want more ideas so you can write im here

[artificialroux]

can u go more into depth about quinn’s home life and maybe how she felt once portia lowkey (totally) ghosted her after they were rescued!?

OFC!!

major tw for neglect, alcoholism, abuse, & heavy depictions of self harm

quinn never knew her father, he was out of the picture before she was born, a drunk one night stand, and her mother raised her alone. she grew up in a house that never felt like home. it was just walls, just a place to exist in, not to belong. her mother, a barely functioning alcoholic, was unpredictable at best and cruel at worst—the kind of person who could switch between being affectionate and dismissive in the span of an hour.

some days, her mom would sleep all afternoon, the tv blaring static in the background, an empty bottle rolling on the floor. other days, she’d be in a strangely good mood, telling quinn stories from when she was young—stories that didn’t always add up. those were the days quinn hated the most because they made her want to believe her mom could change.

then there were the nights when her mom would get angry over nothing—a mess in the kitchen, a misplaced bottle of vodka, quinn “looking at her the wrong way.” yelling, slurred insults, things thrown across the room. quinn learned early on not to cry, not to react. it only made things worse.

there were no family dinners, no bedtime stories, no soft moments. quinn took care of herself—cooked her own meals, did her own laundry, learned how to blend into the background. she stopped asking for things because asking led to disappointment.

by the time she was old enough to realize how wrong it all was, she had already trained herself to feel nothing. she stopped thinking her mom could change.

she stopped bringing people over. no one needed to see the stained carpets, the half-empty bottles, the way her mother barely acknowledged her.

instead, she became quiet, guarded, cold—the kind of person who never let anyone get close enough to leave. she threw herself into soccer her first year of highschool, needing an outlet for her anger that she felt so intensely. but soccer wasn't enough, and sometimes, sometimes she'd need another outlet.

quinn never thought of herself as the kind of person who self-harmed. she wasn’t weak. she wasn’t looking for attention. she wasn’t crying out for help. for a long time, she didn’t even realize that’s what she was doing.

it began with small things. clenching her fists so tightly her nails dug into her palms. biting the inside of her cheek until she tasted blood. holding her breath when she was angry until her head ached.

then, one night, after another screaming match with her mother, she found herself in the bathroom, staring at her reflection, furious and shaking. she needed to feel something else—anything else.

she pressed her fingernails into the skin of her forearm, dragging them down, leaving behind angry red marks. it burned. it made her focus. it gave her control.

burning. she started pressing her lighter against the inside of her wrist, just long enough to leave a mark. the pain was sharp, real. it pulled her back when her mind felt too loud.

scratching & carving. when she got angry, she’d drag her nails down her skin or use the edge of a safety pin, leaving raw lines behind. if she was really spiraling, she’d carve small, shallow words into her thigh—things like "STOP" or "ENOUGH."

bruising. she’d punch walls, slam her hands into her desk, hit her thighs hard enough to leave bruises. if she told herself it wasn’t real self-harm, it didn’t count.

it was never about wanting to die. she just didn’t know how else to deal with the rage.

quinn didn’t cry when she was upset. she didn’t scream, didn’t throw tantrums. she turned it inward.

the anger she felt toward her mother—the resentment, the disappointment, the bone-deep ache of being unwanted—had nowhere to go. and if she let herself really feel it, it would consume her.

so she hurt herself instead. it was like flipping a switch—the sharp pain grounded her, forced the storm inside her to quiet. and afterward, she could pretend she was fine.

she hid it well. no one got close enough to notice. she made sure any marks were where no one would see—her thighs, her stomach, the inside of her arms. and she played soccer anyways, aggressively, so bumps and bruises were normal.

she didn’t see it as a problem. it was just something she did. a habit. a release.

how quinn felt after portia ghosted her;

when quinn and portia were rescued, quinn thought they had something real.

in the wilderness, portia was the one person who made her feel like she wasn’t completely alone. even when they fought, even when quinn tried to push her away, portia always came back. they relied on each other, survived together, held each other up when things got unbearable.

and then, after everything—after all they’d been through—portia disappeared.

she didn’t call. she didn’t visit. she just… left.

at first, quinn tried to rationalize it. maybe portia was just dealing with things in her own way. maybe she needed space.

but as time dragged on, the silence felt less like an accident and more like a choice.

it reminded quinn of her mother—all those nights she sat alone in that house, waiting for something that would never come.

she told herself she didn’t care. portia was just like everyone else. people leave. that’s what they do. but she knew she was lying to herself.

i got a bit too carried away with this ask sorry 😭 actually thinking abt copy and pasting this for her intro post prob! but here you go :33

[alrightbuckaroo]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers! Spread the self-love 💞

Hi Rae! I always think "Rae of Sunshine" when I hear your name ☀️ I hope you've been doing well and taking care of yourself <3 I'm going to tag @bonheur-cafe as she was kind enough to send an ask too <3

love can pull you out of yesterday

The day TK falls through the ice is a day that Carlos doesn't want to remember, but it's one he can't forget. It's the day he's currently stuck living over and over and over again.

summer slipped us underneath her tongue

TK Strand is a freshly heartbroken art history student who's been given the opportunity of a lifetime; studying art in the heart of it all, Paris, France. However, he thinks it's a cruel taunt from the universe. He's studying what he loves so much in the city of love but is stuck thinking there's no one out there who loves him. Carlos Reyes is a career driven culinary student studying at Le Cordon Bleu. He has hard time maintaining relationships, an even harder time of detaching himself from his work and and has an awful habit of doubting everything about himself. After a night out that they end up sharing with each other; they agree to keep any and all things casual. Well, like most things, that's easier said than done.

tender eyes that shine

“No llores, nieto,” Carlos’ abuelo tells him during the wake of his abuela's funeral. His abuelo crouches down, his joints cracking and popping as he stoops to Carlos’ eye level. He raises a calloused thumb and wipes away the tears that are still falling from Carlos’ wide brown eyes. “Men like us,” His abuelo continues, his words casting a wide net. “We don’t let the world pity us, we can’t let them see us as soft.” Carlos nods, wiping away any new tears that are starting to fall. The right sleeve of his charcoal gray suit now comes away colored a staunch black where Carlos’ tears have dampened it. For some reason, the way his abuelo says ‘soft’ ricochets off of Carlos, as if it were stone and Carlos is a thin sheet of glass nestled into a window pane. It’s left a dent, an imprint, an impression, but hasn’t done enough damage to cause a crack. Carlos’ bloodshot eyes shine with hesitation as he asks, voice small and insecure, “Reyes men don’t cry? “Reyes men don’t cry,” His abuelo confirms.

29 Going on 30

During a trip to New York City to celebrate TK turning 30, TK and Carlos stumble upon a list of things TK always wanted to do before he turned 30, all of them being references to romantic comedies he loved so much growing up. While TK is fine with leaving the past in the past, Carlos thinks there's no better time than the present. He thinks that TK deserves to feel the same type of love he loved watching on the silver screen, so he devotes the rest of their trip to just that. Told through a tale filled with everlasting love, a never-ending trek across New York City and the occasional painful reminder of the past, Carlos learns a little more about the city TK once called home and TK learns a little more about himself.

a little taste of love

TK Strand, a florist working for the renowned flower shop, Bloom With a View, can't take his eyes off of Carlos Reyes, a baker working at Cake My Day, the bakery across the street.

I say it all the time now, but if I were to ever just randomly stop writing one day and never published anything again, I'm glad I got the Time Loop AU up. Definitely a new personal favorite (summer slipped us, you still have a special place in my heart) <3

[emilems-a-cat]

scritches you behind the ears :3

jgsgjsj :33333

pets youuu

haiiii :D

hruuu

[gamma-rae-bursts]

who's your favorite singer/song? :)

[silly-fox-and-its-stuffies]

boops noses with you

BOOP

HAIIIIIIII hru?

[bug383]

can we see a pic of your animatronic related stuff collection

Oh yes, yes! Here is my collection! I actually have many collections. The collection you, Anon, asked about is mostly in my art room! Yes, I have two rooms also :) The three bbwl prints are in my bedroom.

The Chuck e cheese car was just bought today, I got it for $8. Adding to that, the Rock-afire organ front was given to me by Harris(one of the techs, i think game tech- me, and him are besties frfr). He gave it to me when I was at bbwl while I was there being one of the extras for the movie scene being filmed there.

[whimsyfullyloaded]

when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers!

1. ROMANCE IS BORING - LOS CAMPESINOS!!!!

2. PARTNER IN CRIME - MADILYN MEI

3. MICHEAL IM THE BATHROOM - BMC

4. NIGHTS LIKE THESE - PIGEON PIT

5. SONG FOR A GUILTY SADIST - CRYWANK

I CANT BE BOTHERED SENDING THE ASK SO IM TURNING THIS INTO A TAGGING THING

@schnitzelsemmerl @doodle-bug-nightmares @ardenity @sizzlingenemysoul @unicornsaures @worldsbiggestnerd101

I cant think of 10 followers help

[illyrianbitch]

I always check your blog when I open the app cus I love your writing but also I’m thoroughly invested in whatever dumb shit (affectionate) comes sliding through your ask box

my inbox has the exact energy of a family reunion if only the weird uncles showed up and everyone pre-gamed in the parking lot

[iz0p0dz]

ngh~

get this FREAK out of my inbox!!!!!!!!!!!

a-ah!~ I MEAN WHAAAAAT

[stonedstargazer666]

Ooooohhh you want to play subnautica below zero soooo bad you wanna see the fishies and make a sick ass base with a jukebox and posters and scan all the plants and get all the lore and collect Al-An's juicy voicelines and body parts and mayhaps enjoy bangers such as these :)

Hahah I’m dying 😂😂 Jesus Will. But also yes.

And your absolutely correct about Al-An, heheh 😈

Thank you for the songs!!! I keep forgetting that Spotify has like soundtracks for other stuff. Time to make a subnautica playlist heheh 😈

Love yous Will!!!!! 💜