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dtrghost · 2 years ago

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closeness and proximity

Side note: This is my first ever tumblr fic, so uh, be gentle!! moving on!

pairing: ghost x f!reader

synopsis: callsign is sunshine, because you're anything but. team 141 thought ghost was bad? at least they could crack a smile out of the guy from time to time, you? you were stone faced, all day, every day. until one day you're not, not with a certain someone anyway.

warnings: inaccurate military language and sequences, violence, angst, descriptions of interrogation and torture, INTENSE gore (imo), cursing, allusions to mental illness (reader has sociopathic tendencies) you get the gist. If you have a weak stomach or faint heart, please do not read this, like please.

I'd also like to start this off by saying that the mc is not a good person, and that is on purpose. I've seen a lot of the angel fics where ghost falls for his antithesis, so I decided to try something new. So here, please forgive any mistakes.

if this does become a series there will most likely be smut because,,, yes.

(update it's becoming a series so if someone wants to be tagged for that lmk cause i have so many ideas for this)

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Word count: 3.4k

"Sunshine how copy?" Ghost's gruff, static filled voice called through coms, scope checking the parameters of the building she found herself held up in. She didn't respond at first, busy fighting for her life in a basement underneath the building they weren't aware of.

The deeper she went the harder it was to understand what was being relayed to her, so she settled on doing it on her own. He listened to a man grunt, their body dropping to the floor under her boot as she took a deep breath.

"There's a basement underground, coms are cutting out. I'm taking charge on clearing the basement. I'll report when I get to the surface. Sunshine out." She loathed her callsign with a passion. To speak it caused a burning hatred to spark in the lowest depths of her heart and made her cringe horribly. However, she knew it was better than letting everyone know her real name, so she dealt with it.

Ghost sighed, knowing she couldn't be stopped once she started. She had been on a few missions together in the past few years, he knew she was uptight and lacked the emotional capacity to make friends with others. It made him wonder why, what could've been that bad to freeze her heart over and shrink it to the size of the pebble he was crushing under his foot as he shifted uncomfortably. People would try and try to thaw her out, yet always failed.

He waited, taking out strays that attempted to heed the possible rescue requests that came from that basement, and patiently waited.

"This is Sunshine, basement cleared. Might wanna come take a look at this." His eyebrows furrowed, affirming the request and making his way down quickly, not wanting to stay in the open for too long. He made his way to the basement, eyes widening at the various bodies that trailed to wherever she was down there.

Had she done this all by herself?

He followed the bodies all the way to her, lights flickering, casting a bland white light on the concrete walls. seeing her digging through an opened trunk in a room filled with them.

"Weapons. American." Sunshine reported, glancing at him as he took his place next to her, seeing the American flag painted onto the inside of the lid. She turned at the sound of a groan, a soldier she left alive rousing to consciousness.

"Fuckin' hell. This mission was to take out ultranationalists." Ghost sighed. She didn't respond, the task force member watching her turn on her heel and grab the soldier by vest, throwing him against the wall with impressive strength. Blood flowed out of the back of his head, smearing against the wall as he slowly slid to the floor. He had never seen her in interrogation, but he had heard from those who have.

Brutal, heartless, some had to exit the room.

He wouldn't. He's witnessed plenty of torture tactics, even had to rely on some himself to get information necessary for national security. But this is another reason why they called her 'Sunshine', because to others she didn't feel remorse for what she did, some said she enjoyed it even, that her eyes brightened like the sun peaking over the horizon. Whether that was true or not he'd figure out now, as eager as he was. He watched her take out her knife, flipping it in her hand as she crouched to the soldier's level.

"Where'd they come from." She asked simply, keeping an even tone that surprised Ghost. He expected something more fierce, intimidating, but it was as if she was starting a conversation with a normal person. The victim attempted to spit in her face, but with a quick turn on the head it landed on the floor behind her. Her knife dug itself into his foot, his cries of pain echoing in the basement as she twisted it. The sounds of his bones cracking made Ghost shiver.

"Where'd they come from. Who sold them to you." She persisted, her face void of all emotion as she ripped the blade out of his foot. She sighed, turning to ghost who stood in the back, surveying the action. His eyebrows furrowed as she pointed to the door with her knife.

"Wait outside. This might take awhile." At first he didn't move, but the hint of impatience in her eyes spooked him out, for reasons unknown to him, but instinct told him to listen. So he slowly retreated and stood watch outside for anyone either getting up or rushing down the stairs. Y/N turned back to her victim, seeing two loops with chains hanging off of them imbedded into the wall. She tied his arms up, leaving his body sagging down.

Ghost listened to her repeat her questions, and when she didn't get an answer, a shout would follow. But those shouts turned to ear-piercing screams very quickly. He listened to pleads and begs of mercy to understand him, that he couldn't say anything out fear to what they'd do to him.

"Imagine what I'll do next if I don't get the response I want." She'd respond.

The bones cracking, the retch of vomiting, blood splattering onto the cold concrete.

"If you think you can outlast me, that I'll get tired of this and stop for the night to let you regain some of your humanity, you're wrong. Because unfortunately for you sweetheart." The blade tore through his skin, another bellow of pain emerging from his throat as he squirmed in his place. They were both coated in blood, her eyes dull and her ears tuning out the noise. To her, it was as if he was silent, his screams didn't penetrate through to her, and talked and talked until it drove him mad.

"I don't have all night, and I'm getting impatient. You won't die, I wouldn't allow that. I went through med school, graduated top of my class with a doctorate in Neuroscience. I know how to break." Which was evident as his leg was broken and facing different directions from the knee down to his toes.

"And I know how to fix. I'll keep you alive a lot longer than the night, and I'll do a lot worse. So if you want this to end, start talking, or you're in for a long week." Simon wondered what she was doing. His mind went over the possibilities until her victim finally cracked after the final scream he unleashed into the empty basement. He detailed a secret arms trade between an ally of the United States' and another country, which would lead to the likeliness of intentions for them.

War.

Y/N huffed, ripping off a piece of the soldiers shirt that wasn't soaked in sweat, blood, or vomit, which was a very small one, and wiping her hands clean as best as she could.

"Could've said that 10 minutes ago. Now, you'll bleed out within the next 5. Shame." Ghost listened to his anguished sobs as footsteps approached him, turning around from the entrance to see her, covered in blood. His eyes widened slightly, noticing a piece of...

Her eyes followed his to her vest, noticing a very small piece of flesh sitting between her shirt and gear before flicking it off to the side.

"Hopefully he didn't have HIV." She joked, but there was no humor in her voice, no sign of her finding it funny at all, as if she said it to just say it. Ghost didn't respond, he wasn't sure how. He slowly moved to look inside the room, the curiosity of what she did to the soldier eating him alive, until she grabbed his roughly.

"Don't." The word sent shivers down his spine, and he knew better than the disobey as she had operational command authority, and would likely court martial him if he had. So he took a step back and maintained eye contact, radioing in to Price.

"Captain, this is Ghost. How copy." He called, his gruff voice bringing a smile to her lips that he couldn't see due to her mask which was just a boring black one, decorated with blotches of drying blood that lightened up enough to see. "This is Price."

"We found weapons and gear, they're American." He went onto explain the situation, being weary of his mission leader walking around him in circles, waiting impatiently as he reported their findings.

"Copy that. I'll transfer this to Lanswell. Good work, report back to base for debrief."

"Copy, Ghost out." He connected his radio back to his vest. She took out her pistol, leading him to pull out his own. The behavior she exhibited was one he hadn't seen often, and it led to a deep mistrust he couldn't shake. She smirked, turning around, walking back in the room, and confirming her kill with a bullet between the eyes before reappearing in front of him.

He looked at her suspiciously as she gestured to the stairs, wondering who trained her, who made her into what she is now. She wasn't normal, not like the rest of them, she had no signs of remorse, care, or empathy for the people she killed, and she killed them with ease. Over 30 soldiers in one cramped basement and she came out unscathed, in tip top shape. He followed her out and made it to the landing zone where a helicopter came to pick them up.

She was silent the whole way back, Price being there to greet the two before they sat through debrief.

"Sunshine, we have orders from headquarters to have you join Task Force 141. Ghost is to watch over you. An official introduction will be made tomorrow." Price announced, not missing the tightened grip of Ghost's fist on the table.

"Copy that captain." She responded in her usual tone, only fueling Ghost's anger as he turned to glare at her, though she only ignored him, keeping her gaze unwavering on Price.

"Hit the showers soldier." Price dismissed, Y/N being the first to leave. But before she did, she turned to look down at her new partner.

"Happy to be on the team, Mr. Riley." It took his everything to not jump to his feet and knock her out, holding his breath to calm himself down as she walked away, the door shutting behind her. He hated that she had power over him, and worse that she rubbed it in his face.

"There's no chance in hell I'll stand for her being on my team." He immediately threw at him, standing up in his seat with his finger pressing firmly on the table in front of him.

"First, it's my team. Second, It's not my choice, orders are orders." Ghost growled lowly, clearly upset over the lack of fighting to keep her off, to keep her away to those he held near and dear to his heart, even if that wasn't too close to begin with. He saw her as a danger, an immediate threat, someone who belonged in an institution before they saw the battlefield.

"Then send an appeal. She's a war criminal. Tell em that!" He snapped.

"Bloody hell we're all war criminals. Then we'll be stuck in prison with her and you'll complain some more." Price groaned, rubbing his forehead, clearly irritated by his soldier's insistence.

"Not like that. Not how she is. She'll kill one of us before we get the next mission, hell she parade around our bodies like a joker and hail-" Price's hand slammed on the table, cutting his lieutenant off.

"Quiet." Ghost went silent, sighing deeply as he waited for Price to gather the right words, to somehow ease his mistrust in her, though he doubted she could do that. He watched as he shut the door and locked it, keeping his voice hushed, standing closer to his comrade.

"This is classified information, what I say stays in this room and is to never be discussed with anyone else. Is that understood lieutenant." Ghost's eyes widened for a moment before nodding in affirmation, waiting for his captain to continue.

"She- she wasn't brought up normally. As a great many soldiers weren't, hence why many of them join the ranks in the first place. She was a prodigy, she became a seal at 17, and on her second mission she was set up, deserted, and kidnapped. Nobody knows what happened to her in there, a search team was sent out, but she wasn't found til a few months later, and when she came out after she was different."

She was a child.

That's all Ghost could thing about. God knows what happened to her in there, and he didn't want to think about it.

"She exhibited sociopathic tendencies, she was closed off, didn't speak for a very long time. She failed psychological evaluation requirements, depression, ptsd, ecetera. Even then they sent her back out on missions a couple months later." Simon's eyes blew open, Price nodding glumly.

"Missions? Fuckin' hell, she needs help not special ops." He sneered, not at Price, but his anger was seeping through at rates he couldn't control. He was angry, how could they do that to someone? Did they not care, not even a little bit for her life? Her wellbeing?

"I know. But they're not taking her out any time soon, and now that she's on our team the least we can do is try to help her. I knew her before she became this. She was a kind soul." His voice dropped to a whisper, as if reminiscing, and he was. Her bright eyes, so full of potential when they met for her first mission, how she wheezed when she laughed. She was a kid, and it hurt his heart thinking about what she turned into over the last 6 years. Ghost nodded, silently agreeing to his motives before Price simply waved him off.

Simon hit the showers, scrubbing off the dirt and gunpowder that clung to his skin, watching the water turn black as the face paint drizzled down into it. The captain's words ran through his head over and over, the words going in one ear, through his brain, and out the other in a constant circle. He knew firsthand how corrupt his line of work could be, but that didn't make him any less angry when it revealed itself to him in the ways it did.

When he exited, fully dried and clothed with his mask back on, he passed by Y/N's room, noticing the light peaking out from underneath the door. He sighed quietly, his hand coming up and knocking on the door.

"It's open." Her cold voice responded, though it sounded more distant than before. He twisted the knob and let the door open, seeing her laying on her cot in deep thought. He went to question her, until he realized that she probably listened in on their conversation.

"You were listening." She nodded once, curtly and formally before sitting up and turning to look at him. Her eyes narrowed for a moment, analyzing every aspect about him. He felt like he was being stripped naked just by her look, his soul bare for her to look into.

Her eyes drifted over his exposed arms, the sleeveless tank he wore leaving them on display. He was a big guy, his arms were veined and muscled, tattoos filling up a majority of the space, combined with scars that passed through some of them. The top he wore was a bit tight, outline his chest in an attractive way, but she forced her eyes away, knowing he already caught onto what she was staring at.

"Price is right. I wasn't always like this. And I think he was the only one to notice, or at least point it out." She began, drawing attention away from the fact she just checked him out shamelessly.

"Wasn't right, what happened to you." He replied stiffly. She snickered, standing up. He watched her pace the room, twisting a knife in her hands, causing him to tense. She noticed.

"I'm not going to stab you lieutenant." She reassured, though it didn't help at all as she went on. She wasn't sure what she felt, confused for sure, as to why she was unable to emotionally process her emotions or evaluate the information she heard, as if her mind was barring her from contextualizing her state of mind. She knew she wasn't normal, but she couldn't bring herself to accept it and label herself.

"I was 17 when I was taken, you know that. Had a rough upbringing, I won't explain that to you now." She wasn't sure where she was going with this, and neither was he, but he'd listen for a bit to try and understand her more, maybe to trust her more now that she was his teammate. "I can feel emotion you know. Only to a certain degree, I can empathize. Fleeting, but it's there sometimes. I do feel some remorse, but you know how we are in this field. Weakness will get you killed, so you internalize it, you keep it buried underneath everything else, and because my everything else was stripped away with me, it just sits in here." She tapped her temple and shrugged. He understood what she meant, he did that too. He withheld his shame, his guilt, and his remorse, remaining a stone cold figure in the field. He saved the emotional crap for his time alone where he could deal with it in the way he knew how.

"You just let it sit there then?" He pressed, crossing his arms over his chest. She nodded.

"Don't know what to do with it. Lost my sense of self and all I know is this job. I do try though, I try to force some tears like I've seen others do, but the only time these.. feelings present themselves is on my missions, which is why everyone thinks I enjoy it. But I don't, for the record, I just can't control it like you guys do. And I envy you for that." His eyes widened slightly.

"Envy, huh."

"Mhm. You can talk to each other, find common ground and relate, make friends and connections. I can't because I don't feel like you guys do. And then you demonize me and outcast me more than I already am, so. Oops." He thought she was getting upset, but she wasn't, there was not a hint of anger or sadness or negative emotion in her person whatsoever, none that he could see anyway. Her arms were loose and carefree as she swung them around every time she turned her heel to pace back in the direction she just walked in.

"We can help you." Her first sign of feeling was an eye roll with a steady irritated gaze. But she didn't say anything. The idea of needing help repulsed her beyond anything else, made her want to punch a wall and scream, her eyes widened. Anger. There it is, outside of a mission too. She hummed, looking back at him.

"Alright Casper." He grunted, displeased by the new nickname which made her smile widen cheekily. She searched his eyes for a moment, finding entertainment in the small flames in his amber eyes, how they flickered and danced when he found something humorous, how they died out when he found something unamusing or boring, how they raged when he grew angry or determined to finish something with a newfound passion.

She liked to think he had that burn in his eyes when Price spoke to him about the notion of helping her, hoping that he'd care that much even if she didn't want the help, or perhaps she did, that would explain the want would it not? That was a thought for later. For now she'd do her job the way she knew how, she wouldn't change, not yet, not that she knew how anyway.

"We're going out for a drink tomorrow night, care to tag along." He offered, jousting his chin up at her in a heads up manner.

"I don't drink." She replied, monotone as she laid down on her cot, shutting her eyes with a sigh. He watched her body sink into the bed, all stress and tension releasing, and he took that as his dismissal. He shut the door behind him, releasing a breath and walking back to his room, confused and tired where he slept on the day's events.

Though he was curious on how tomorrow would turn out.

And that's it! If you want a series out of this let me know!! It's my first fic and I'll probably binge a bunch because I feel like writing. I'm still trying to figure out the whole border thing I wanna make everything aesthetic or whatever but yeah.

See you guys next time!!

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allilcat · 10 months ago

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Ive been noticing an increase amount of Dreamtwt refugees, and let me preface with saying: Welcome!!! Genuinely, we lovingly welcome you to this happy lil community.

That being said, Tumblr is confusing, between the big etiquette book and the interface that hasn’t changed since 2008 there is a lot to learn. So this is my little attempt to a welcome guide tailored to our lil dream community! Feel free to add your own recommendations and stuff.

Tumblr is a Blogging site, a goog ol relic from ye olden days, your ‘profile’ is your blog, and you can put anything you like on there! However, please do change your avatar and background, we have a massive bot issue here and we tend to auto block someone with a standard avatar.

The main tags for the dream team are as follows: - just their entire usernames, but, those do get hooped up in controversy from time to time. -Dreamblr for the content creator dream

-Dreblr, for C!Dream

-404blr for CC George

-pandasblr for CC Sapnap

-Dtblr for the Dream team

PLEASE REFRAIN FROM USING: #Dream, that’s for people actually posting about their dreams, and #myct as it is mostly used for general MYCT stuff, we prefer to stick to our own spaces.

‘how do I find people?’ you go to any of these tags, find someone you vibe with and click ‘follow’. The algorithm here sucks, and we don’t advice the ‘for you’ page.

On that note, the ‘like’ button is useless, use reblog instead! If you like someone’s hot take, art or stupid shit post, REBLOG. Its how we keep our fandom alive and active here :D

When you reblog you usually keep your comments in the tags, one only really uses the comment section when they DON’T want to reblog. (usually because of le discourse).

Send people asks! People love to chit chat, you can do it anonymously! Tell that one artist youd love to have their brain for lunch! Engage with everyone! We love discussion and open communication here. (prob since there is no real word limit to posts)

Tumblr has developed a nice ‘block liberally, no need to make a fus’ culture. You can block someone for any reason, and it really isn’t a big deal.

On the Tumblr is more relaxed note, we tend to be more relaxed on CC boundaries, since most CC’s do not use twitter. If you don’t like people breaking CC boundaries, even in places where they cant see it, follow the advice above and blockkkkk!!!

Please spell out words! Don’t censor triggering words at it can fuck with people’s filter settings, by censoring these words you put people in more risk.

Now for some technical advice: Most tumblrina’s turn on ‘hide likes and follower count’ . Any blog can have 4 people following it or 4000, we like to keep it mysterious.

Also turn of ‘best content first’- once again, the algorithm is not to be trusted.

Furthermore, you can really personalize your Tumblr experience and please do! Under ‘account’ you can find many options to filter the content you see, make use of it, for your mental health sake.

#Dreamblr #404blr #pandasblr #dreamwastaken #sapnap #georgenotfound #dtblr

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toyaslove · 3 months ago

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HIII!!

I’m glad I can FINALLY request anything😭

Many writers have closed requests and there was no hurt -> comfort content of PJSK chars. Soooo… I’ll ask something

May I request for Toya and Akito (separate) with a depressed!gn!reader? Like the reader tries to commit suicide but Akito/Toya stops them?

Pretty pls~

A/N: HIIII SO OMG I LOVE UR REQ mainly cuz i already tried that 4 times lol... btw, there IS hurt to comfort pjsk fics, u just gotta search ^^ (I read all Toya fics around tumblr and there are some hurt to comfort :P) SOOO tysm for ur req I love it

Tw!!!!: Suicide, self-harm, cursing, ANGST

Pls look at the tw... (double checking)

Toya Aoyagi & Akito Shinonome (separately) x GN!Reader

Tags: Come get your summer pancake ginger:~ @mccnstruck , @maxident-xx , @miya-akane , @sentientsoil , @akitosheart

Come get your winter coffee addicted~ @sentientsoil , @miya-akane , @akitosheart

S-icide attempt

Writing style: story

(Again, check the tw's)

秋–くん🔥

It was late at night. Everything was spinning. You couldn't feel nothing, but despair, angst, sadness. Actually, did you feel anything? Was there anything in your heart right now? You couldn't cry, you couldn't feel anything. You were doped of medications, such as antidepressants, to not have these stupid thoughts, but whatever they were trying to do, they weren't working. Maybe if you went to a psychiatrist they would double your dose, wouldn't they? You thought of this. But... what if you don't need to spend more money on these? What if... you disappeared. Just. Did it. Why feel more pain? Why make your friends suffer while you're alive? It will be quick... Of course, everyone would be sad with your absence, but it would be less than a life-time, such as you bothering all of them daily... it will be less painful for both sides, won't it?

With this thought, your wrists dripping a red tone liquid, you look down your feet. You're on the 12th floor of a building, you look down with fear, cars and vehicles are passing in the road, but it won't stop you. You're shaking...

Then, the only thing you see is darkness. You close your eyes and you're ready to give a step forward, putting one foot on the air. You flinch when you hear a voice coming from behind you, a despaired and panting voice.

"What the actual fuck are you doing?!" – A familiar voice screams, a ginger figure appears in the rooftop, making you fall behind and gasp. The person was holding a messy piece of paper, the sight is familiar, your suicide letter.

"Are you crazy?! You know you could have died there!!!" – Akito speaks in despair and anger. He looks at you with a painful and worried expression, with a bit of rage. He sits in front of you, taking both of your hands in his.

"I... I just didn't want to... bother you anymore. All of you. I'm sorry" You speak in pain, you break down in tears. Akito, as he sees you in that state, frowns more, but his rage disappears. The only thing he does is wrapping his arms around you, as tight as he can, as if you were about to vanish (well somewhat you were (IM SORRY)

He's not really good at words, so he demonstrates his affection that way. But... maybe today he'll open an exception...

"Dang it... never do that anymore... never again. I don't want to lose you, please... I love you way too much for that to happen."

Akito speaks in the most caring tone he could. You have never seen him this affectionate, around anyone. Never ever. You can hear muffled and quiet whines coming from Akito while you hug him.

"If... if it will make you that way, I won't try it again..."

In the end, Akito didn't leave you for the whole night, focing you to accept him at your place... he can't handle you wanting to do this.

冬弥♥︎ (俺の彼氏) ❄️

You couldn't handle it. Everything was so tough. Everything. You couldn't breathe, it was hard. How are you going to do it with so much pressure? So much stress? You feel unlovable, you feel empty. Who would care if you died? I mean... they would cry for a while, but... later they would forget you. They always do, don't they? Your friends, family, people you care for... they all have a first place, and it was not you. You're just alive to bother, you're just letting people down, your presence was a nuisance, everyone only invited you to go out out of pure obligation. They didn't care at all. So, why would you keep being a weight to them? A pain on the ass? You feel so stupid, so helpless, so miserable. Everything is going wrong to you in your life, you see no future... so, why move forward to suffer more when you could just end it all? The pain would go away, your friends and known people would be happy after a while in the end... it would be less weight to you and to everyone else.

You keep thinking and thinking, all of this. Everything. Everything was so awful. You look at the train rail, waiting for it to come. You see a soft light at the end of the tunnel, it was arriving... you position yourself in the rail, close your eyes and wait. It will be quick, you thought to yourself.

It was arriving... it was closer and closer... your heart was beating fast out of fear and anxiety, but you knew it's going to be ok. Everything... Everything...

Seconds before the train passed in the rail where you were sitting, you felt a strong grip on your wrist, pulling you out of the rails. You could feel the drift from the train passing behind you. You open your eyes, to find a sight of a split-haired boy, looking at you with tears in his eyes, panting.

"W-what were you trying to do..." he speaks with his voice shaking and stuttering. The known sight of Toya, but different... you have never seen him this sad, this despaired, this scared... His eyes were watery, and his cheeks were also wet. He grips onto you and hugs you as tight as he can. You can feel his body shaking. Tears start to form in your eyes when you realise what's going on around you... Toya... what you tried to do... everything... he was holding your suicide letter tightly.

"What... what did you mean by... 'I won't be a bother anymore. It will be one less weight to your life'... What... what made you think that? You were never a weight, never. Did I do something for you to think that way?" – Toya speaks pulling away slightly from the hug, tears roll down his cheeks, he holds both of your hands tightly.

You shake your head, you speak quietly and painfully "I couldn't handle life anymore... I'm sorry... you haven't done anything wrong. It's just me... I think the meds weren't making effect, or my depression just got worse-"

Toya puts a finger in your mouth, he looks at you with empathy and pure care

"You don't have to apologise or explain yourself... just, promise you won't try this again... or this..." – Toya speaks, he takes your wrist in his hand, showing your scars, some of them fresh and some of them old.

"I care about you deeply... I don't want to lose you. I don't... I love you way too much to let you go"

He holds both of your hands tightly, as if you were to vanish within seconds. He wraps his arms around your waist and strokes your backs back and forth, a soothing and gentle motion.

"If... if that's the case... I'll try my best to also show you how much I care about you"

Toya, after that, will try his best to take smiles from you. Whatever if it's giving you gifts, hugging you, using words of affirmation, or making silly jokes, he will try his best. He also bakes a lot for you, your favourite things (and they're really, really good. Toya always think so much about you, he does his best to bake the best desserts and cook the best food for you ♥︎)

Later on that night, Toya brought you to your place and you two stayed in, playing games or doing anything that would make you happy and enjoy yourself. He will ask you if you two can cuddle, he would always ask if he could touch you in any situation~

Always remember... Akito and Toya will always be there to love you and care about you <3

They would never let something like this happen to you, you're too precious to them

Always have this in mind <3 stay safe

A/N: HELP ME I'm sorry if this got a bit too... uhhh... personal... cuz like I started adding some reasons to the reader's attempt of suicide, I had to think of smt and i ended up putting some of my feelings 😭 i hope u like it, stay safe guys <3 ty for sending me reqs and for the last 121 notes :P

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haguenauisforlovers · 29 days ago

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HAGUENAU IS FOR LOVERS

A Webgott Valentine’s Week Fan Event Feb. 12 - Feb 19, 2025

“Bastogne is for the battered bastards, Haguenau is for lovers. Haguenau is for Webgott.” - Tom Hanks, allegedly

We’re celebrating romance, workplace power trips, and Webgott. Ditch the dating apps, put on your unwashed, bloodstained ODs because you’re spending Valentine’s week in a mortar-pilled billet with Joe Liebgott and David Webster (cuck chair not included). The rest of Easy Company’s there too.

What is it?

A week-long Valentine’s Webgott fan event where you can create beautiful and sick things for every tiny interaction between the two in the land of lovers, depression facial hair, and night patrols: WWII Haguenau. ‘Haguenau is for Lovers 2025’ starts and ends on a Webgott Wednesday and will run from Feb. 12 - Feb 19, 2025. This fan event would like to thank this post by @randlemartin for being iconic, and for literally providing the title of it all.

Sound good, babe? Click ‘Keep Reading’ for rules, FAQs, and The Good Stuff.

EVENT DATES TO REMEMBER

Prompts poll open: Dec. 18, 2024

Prompts poll close: December 26, 2024

Prompts reveal: Dec. 28, 2025

Fan event start: Feb 12, 2025

Fan event end: Feb 19, 2025

FIC SUBMISSION DATES TO REMEMBER

AO3 Collection open for Submissions: Feb 12, 2024

Fic collection reveal: Feb 14, 2024

Fic collection close: Feb. 18, 2024

*This page will begin reblogging posts with @haguenauisforlovers mentioned, and/or posts tagged with #haguenauisforlovers or #webgottvday on Feb. 12, 2025.

FAQs

Who can join and what can they contribute?

All those who are part of Webgott nation near and far. This event will be hosted primarily on Tumblr so to participate, you must have a Tumblr account. AO3 accounts are optional but highly encouraged, especially if participating authors prefer to lock their fics for AO3 users only. This fan event is open to: - Fics - AMVs and edits - Fan Art - Webweaves and Moodboards - GIFs - Playlists - Meme nonsense - Historical research, baby

RULES AND GUIDELINES

1. Main Relationship: Joe Liebgott/David Webster This is a Webgott event. That’s what it’s all about, baby. 2. Inclusion of other Ships: Ships apart from Webgott are welcome as background/implied (OC/Canon, Big Ships, Rare pairs). examples: Fic: Baberoe sharing an excruciatingly tender moment in the background while Joe and Web glare at each other in a gay way. Text post/GIF sets: Other ships sharing Tender/Cute moments in Haguenau vs. Joe and Web at each other’s neck at Haguenau 3. Tracking and Reblogging: This page will reblog posts with @haguenauisforlovers mentioned, and/or posts with tagged with #haguenauisforlovers or #webgottvday 4. AI-generated content is not allowed. Romance is created not generated. All Webgott works found here will be organic and free-range. RPF is honest work for real, beautiful, flesh-and-blood sickos. 5. [Fic Specific] Can we do AUs? AUs can be incorporated in, but fics should be set primarily in Haguenau. example: Post-war is allowed but they have to be reminiscing about Haguenau. Modern AU but they’re thrown into a time machine and land right smack behind enemy lines. You get what we mean. 6. Zero-tolerance Policy: Don’t be a dick actually. :) Please be civil and respectful toward one another. There is a zero tolerance policy for posts and/or comments that contain personal attacks or attempts at doxxing. Comments/posts promoting homophobia/racism/ableism or Nazi glorification will be removed. Similarly, there is also a zero tolerance policy for disrespecting characters, pairings, or kinks. This is a YKINMK (Your Kink Is Not My Kink) zone.

*Unironic Webster haters, please sit this one out. That's First and Second Platoon’s job. Cobb, Martin, and IRL Malarkey signed up twice.

Will there be prompts?

Yes! You can find the prompt list here.

What is a prompt?

A thought starter, brain lube if you will. Prompts are there to 1) spark any ideas for your works, whether they’re edits, gif sets, text posts, or fics; 2) keep you on theme. You don’t have to use them as is, but they’re there to help you jumpstart an idea. e.g. Prompt: Spit Fic: Web finally spits out what he’s been wanting to tell Joe since day GIF Set: Side by side: Web open mouthed, Lieb spit compilation

Do I have to use every prompt for each day?

No, you don’t! You can choose one (1) of the prompts, or incorporate all four prompts if you’re a beautiful overachiever like that.

Do I have to participate/create something for every day of the fan event?

Not at all! This is a: No Pressure Zone. Create and post for the event as much or as little as you want. On the same note, just engaging with the posts created by others or the page is already active participation with the fan event. Haguenau is for Lovers just wants a fun week where we all hyperfixate on Webgott in love together (more than usual). Don’t feel the need to put something out everyday single day.

Do I have to participate/create something for every day of the fan event?

Not at all! This is a: No Pressure Zone. Create and post for the event as much or as little as you want. On the same note, just engaging with the posts created by others or the page is already active participation with the fan event. 'Haguenau is for Lovers' just wants a fun week where we all hyperfixate on Webgott in love together (more than usual). Don’t feel the need to put something out everyday single day. <3

Why Haguenau?

Because it’s for LOVERS. Caress Band of Brothers episode 8 “The Last Patrol” in your hands and say a prayer to RPF. Anything can happen at the tailend of war, but especially falling in love. Get as snug as a bug, and let your Webgott imagination roam wild and free in war-torn Haguenau. But on a more serious note, Easy Company was stationed there during Valentine’s Day 1945. Historical accuracy, our collective beloved.

Any more questions?

The inbox is open! All questions will be answered as promptly as possible. If you’re submitting through anon, you can track your answered questions through the ASK TAG.

CREDITS: Huge thank you to previous HBO War events for providing templates and guidelines for this event. The logistics, rules, and etc. took notes and were guided by hbowar fandom giants hbowarkinkmeme -> kingcleven on dreamwidth, @sledgefuweek @luztoyeweek @heavyartillery @hbowardaily @hboww2rewatch (this is not pressure to reblog, just genuinely thankful for being guided by the events you’ve all already created!!)

#byocc: bring your own cuck chairs #reblog to signal boost only if you please (please please <3)#webgottvday #haguenauisforlovers #band of brothers #joe liebgott #david webster #webgott #about

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ruthplaysthesims · 3 months ago

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Sims 4 Life and Death Expansion Pack: Story Prompt List

Hey y'all. I hope y'all didn't miss me too much but I am back with another prompt list for those of you who want to start writing stories on Tumblr and those who wish to find inspiration to play the sims 4 with the life and death EP

- Prompt One: Your sim is a funeral director. After a well deserved break recovering from a messy break up, your sim gets hired to plan a funeral for a family. Upon research, your sim is shocked to find out the funeral is for none other than their ex's mother, who just so happens to be one of the reasons your sim and their ex broke up.

- Prompt Two: After laying the family matriarch to rest, your sim's family seem really eager to read the will. When the lawyer shows up, something feels off. The lawyer pulls out a torn piece of paper, gives it to your sim to read and walks out. Your sim seems to be the only one who understands what is written while the family starts fighting and arguing about the will.

- Prompt Three: Your sim's sibling passes away and everyone is gathered around their corpse as the grim reaper does his thing. Your sim attempts to plead for their life but is met with a scythe a few inches away from their neck. The reaper gets the job done and goes on his way. Determined to bring them back, your sim decided to join the Undertaker career. Be the best intern and get your sibling's soul back to their body.

- Prompt Four: Your sim has been murdered. They are fortunate enough to be reincarnated into whomever they please, so they reincarnate as someone close to their murderer...

- Prompt Five: Your sim has been in the same toxic relationship for the past five years. Your sim begins to lose hope in love... That is until their toxic partner kicks the bucket. They are crying and getting ready to plead for their lover's life... But an encounter with a charming grimtern changes their mind...

- Prompt Six: After living a long, fulfilling life, your sim now wanders around as a ghost. Scaring the sh*t out of the living, messing around with objects, it's the same thing. One day, your sim finds out about the newest resident in Ravenwood. Your sim is rather intrigued, ready to cause some chaos when they realize this new resident can see and speak to ghosts...

- Prompt Seven: Your sim is a mortician. The job is as mundane as mundane can be. One day, your sim is embalming a corpse that has a rose tattoo with a nice short poem on it. As the days go by, your sim notices a recurring pattern with the corpses they tend to: all have a rose tattoo with what seems to be the continuation of a poem that eventually sums up into a story... about a cult.

Please note that these are based on what we know so far. The list will be updated the more info comes out about the EP.

Shout out to my girl @authorspirit for discussing this with me!! If you do happen to use any of these prompts, please do tag me @ruthplaysthesims so I can see your wonderful stories and characters!! Can't wait for this pack to be released.

#ruth's prompts #sims 4 gameplay #gameplay ideas #story ideas #ts4 simblr #simblr #the sims 4 #your girl is exhausted!!#periods are no joke 😭😭

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tthevoic3s · 5 months ago

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MR VOICES’ MASTERPOST

hi! my name is [redacted] and this is my super secret sideblog dedicated to my g/t themed oc’s and stories.

i am here sent by the gods to bring whimsy and silliness (and a fair amount of trauma) to the community.

I draw and I write. I’m not good at either of those.

I’m 17. I’m autistic. G/t has been my special interest since I was 4.

IF YOU KNOW ME OR MY MAIN WELL NO YOU DO NOT.

Current works

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From Blood Births Life and Death

‘ In the desperate attempt to save a mystical island from human colonisation, a young, brave girl leaves the boundary of her colony and breaks its first rule - never, ever interact with a native. A shy boy gets violently tugged out from the quiet comfort his ordinary life and a young soldier has to question her life-long beliefs, while the shadow of war creeps closer and closer. ’

Disclaimer: I’d like to underline that this story isn’t the classical g/t fluff/romance fiction. It will include darker themes, such as racism, dehumanisation, abuse, stalking, violence. Some depictions of said violence might be slightly explicit, but the whole work is completely SFW. Simply, it might not be for everyone. Thought it was my responsibility to say this !

Index

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Extras

On the other side of the sea

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tag guide and info

my works are tagged with their title!

ex: #from blood births life and death

my art: #mr voices doodles

my writing: #mr voices writes

all my ocs are tagged with #oc: [name]

responses to asks are tagged with #ask ; specific asks about oc’s or world-building are tagged with #oc ask

Important Note : sometimes tumblr is an asshole and doesn’t let me see / reply to asks despite the notif is showing. If you notice your ask seems forgotten, it’s 90% because of that bug. So, dm me and I’ll reply :)

dms are open!

G/T themed discord servers im in:

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Please, if you’re a NSFW/v*re account do not reblog my art or stories, you can still interact but please I don’t want my works to be on NSFW spaces :)

#gt community #g/t #g/t art #gt #sfw g/t #g/t ocs #g/t artist #masterpost #g/t community #from blood births life and death

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crossfandomskylines · 1 month ago

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In the Space Between Us: Chapter 12

OTHER CHAPTERS:

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5

Chapter 6 I Chapter 7 I Chapter 8 I Chapter 9 I Chapter 10

Chapter 11 I Chapter 12 I Chapter 13 I Chapter 14 I Chapter 15

Chapter 16 I Chapter 17 I Chapter 18 I Chapter 19 I Chapter 20

Pairing: Glen Powell x OC

Summary: Glen and Gabby have an unexpected breakfast with Glen's mom after she shows up unexpectedly at Glen's home.

Word Count: 5.7k

Warnings: Mentions of Parental Loss. Mentions of Grief.

A/N: Please continue to let me know what you think with Hearts, Comments, and Reblogs! Also if you'd like to be tagged please let me know, and I will get you added to the tag list!

Tag List: In Comments - Tumblr for some reason doesn't like linking more than 5 usernames so I'm just going to use the tags in the comments to make sure you get the notification!

As he stepped outside, the crisp morning air greeted him, carrying the faint sound of tires crunching over gravel. He stood on the porch, hands resting on his hips, watching as the vehicle came to a stop a few feet away.

The door opened, and a figure stepped out, their movement deliberate and unhurried.

Glen let out a long breath, tilting his head slightly. “Mom,” he said, his voice tinged with both exasperation and curiosity. “What are you doing here?”

The SUV door clicked shut, and Cyndy strode confidently up the driveway with a radiant smile. Glen didn’t move from his spot, but his arms crossed over his chest, a knowing sigh escaping as he prepared for whatever excuse she had conjured to justify this early morning intrusion.

“Mom,” he said again as she reached where he was standing, his tone sharper this time. “What are you doing here?”

Cyndy ignored the question entirely, her eyes sparkling with affection as she wrapped her arms around him. “It’s good to see you, sweetheart,” she said squeezing him tightly.

Glen sighed but hugged her back. “Good to see you too,” he muttered, though his tone was laced with suspicion. As soon as she loosened her grip, he stepped back and gave her a pointed look. “But seriously, what are you doing here? You know we’re supposed to come to your house soon, right?”

Cyndy waved her hand dismissively, as if their plans were a minor inconvenience. “I know, I know,” she said breezily. “But I didn’t want to wait. You’ve been gushing about this girl nonstop, Glen, and I had to see her for myself.”

Glen’s jaw clenched slightly as she looked past him, her gaze darting toward the front door as if expecting Gabby to appear at any second.

“Where is she?” she asked, craning her neck for a better view.

Glen groaned softly, dragging a hand through his hair. “Mom…”

She arched a brow at him, her expression equal parts amused and determined. “Don’t ‘Mom’ me. You’ve been talking about her nonstop, Glen. I couldn’t wait any longer.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to find the right words to convince her to leave without offending her. “Look, I get it, but she’s...she’s nervous enough about meeting you as it is. She just got out of the shower, and is getting ready now.” Glen said, his voice firm as he stepped forward, attempting to block her line of sight. He placed a gentle but insistent hand on her shoulder and gave her a pointed look. “Which is why you should head back to your car. We’ll be at your place in less than an hour, like we planned.”

Cyndy gasped, her hand flying to her chest in mock indignation. “What? You’re kicking me out already? I drove all this way, Glen!”

“It’s a fifteen-minute drive,” Glen deadpanned, his tone dry. “And I didn’t ask you to make it.”

She ignored him entirely, brushing past him and heading up the steps. “Nonsense,” she declared, her heels clicking lightly on the wooden porch. “I’m already here, so I might as well come inside.”

“Mom,” Glen said, exasperated, turning to follow her as she pushed the front door open and stepped inside without so much as a second thought. “This isn’t a good time—”

“Nonsense,” she said again, her tone cheerful. “I’ll just have a quick cup of coffee and say hello to Gabby when she’s out of the shower. No big deal!”

Glen pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering something under his breath as he trailed after her. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“Oh, stop pouting,” she teased, waving him off. “Now, remind me where you keep the mugs.”

Glen could feel the headache forming already. He took a steadying breath, knowing there was no winning this battle.

He followed her inside, sighing heavily as he watched her start inspecting the kitchen like she was conducting an inventory. It wasn’t that he didn’t want his mom to meet Gabby—he did—but this was not the introduction he’d envisioned.

His mom turned to him with a cheerful smile, completely oblivious to the inner turmoil brewing in his head. “So, where’s the coffee? I could use a cup while we wait for her.”

Glen let out another groan, leaning back against the counter. “You couldn’t wait an hour?” he muttered, more to himself than to her.

The truth was, as much as he wanted to put his foot down and send her back home, he knew he couldn’t. His mom had always had a way of getting her way, and he’d long since learned that arguing with her was a losing battle.

He glanced toward the hallway that led to the bedroom and made a quick decision. “I’m gonna go let her know you’re here,” he said, pushing off the counter.

His mom gave him a knowing smile. “Tell her not to rush. I’ll just be here... helping.” She gestured to the waffle batter like she was about to dive in, and Glen rolled his eyes as he turned to head back to the master bedroom.

Making his way down the hall, Glen ran a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath before opening the door to the master bedroom. Gabby was standing near the dresser, her back to him, towel wrapped snugly around her as she brushed through her damp hair.

He paused for a moment, leaning against the doorway of the bathroom where she had moved to grab a hair tie from the counter. “Hey,” he started softly, his tone hesitant.

Gabby glanced at him in the mirror, her brow furrowing slightly when she noticed his expression. “What’s wrong?” she asked, turning to face him fully.

Glen rubbed the back of his neck, debating the best way to say this without causing unnecessary panic. “Uh, my mom’s here.”

For a second, Gabby just stared at him, as if waiting for the punchline. When it didn’t come, her eyes widened in alarm. “She’s here?” she repeated, her voice rising slightly. “As in, in the house?”

“Yep.”

“Oh my God, Glen!” Gabby exclaimed, clutching the towel tighter around herself as if the mere mention of his mom would make her appear in the room. “I’m in a towel! Your mom is in the other room, and I’m standing here in a freaking towel!”

“Yeah. I didn’t know she was coming. She just showed up. Said she didn’t want to wait to meet you.” He paused, raking a hand through his hair. “I tried to get her to leave. Told her we’d be over in an hour, but... well, my mom doesn’t like to take no for an answer. So yeah. She’s not going anywhere.”

Gabby let out a nervous laugh, though it was edged with panic. “Glen, I’m in a towel!” She gestured at herself, as if to drive the point home.

“I know, I know,” he said quickly, holding his hands up in a gesture of surrender. “I didn’t want this to happen like this. I swear, if I’d known she was coming, I would’ve stopped her.”

Her breathing quickened as she stared at him. “She’s in the kitchen?”

“Yes.”

“Right now?”

“Yes,” he repeated, wincing at the alarm in her voice.

“Oh my God,” she muttered, pressing a hand to her forehead. “I was already freaking out about meeting her later today. Now I have to walk out there and meet her now? Glen, I’m going to die-”

“Gabby.”

She stopped mid-rant, looking at him with wide eyes.

“It’s going to be fine,” Glen said, his voice calm and steady. He stepped closer, resting his hands lightly on her shoulders. “You don’t have to worry about her. She’s... a lot, yeah, but she’s going to love you.”

“Glen, I’m half-naked,” Gabby pointed out, her voice still tinged with panic.

He stepped closer, gently cupping her shoulders. “Hey, it’s okay. Just... finish getting ready, and I’ll stall until you come out. Take your time. No rush.”

Gabby gave him a skeptical look. “No rush? Your mom’s in the kitchen, Glen. I think I need to hurry.”

“You’re not walking out there until you’re ready,” Glen said firmly, his hazel eyes locking onto hers. “Take your time, get dressed, and I’ll run interference in the meantime. She’s not going anywhere, trust me.”

Gabby exhaled slowly, nodding as she seemed to gather herself. “Okay. Okay,” she said, more to herself than to him. “I’ll just... get ready as fast as I can.”

Glen leaned in, brushing a soft kiss against her temple. “It’s going to be fine,” he promised, his voice steady. “She’s excited to meet you, and I’ll make sure she doesn’t overwhelm you. Just take your time.”

Gabby gave him a tentative smile, though her eyes still held a trace of apprehension. “You better go before she comes looking for you.”

He grinned despite himself, backing toward the door. “I’ll be right outside if you need me. And, Gabby?”

“Yeah?”

“She’s going to love you. I know it.”

Gabby watched him for a moment longer before nodding, her grip on the towel relaxing slightly. “Okay,” she repeated, her voice quieter this time.

Glen gave her one last smile before stepping back. “I’ll be in the war zone if you need me,” he teased, gesturing toward the door before slipping out, leaving her to prepare for the unexpected encounter.

Fifteen minutes had passed, though to Glen, it felt more like an eternity. He stood at the stove, absently flipping a waffle onto a plate while his mom hovered nearby, rearranging the fruit he’d already set out like it was a centerpiece for a gala.

"She’s taking a while," his mom said, her tone dripping with pointed curiosity.

Glen sighed, setting the spatula down with a soft clatter. "Mom, she was in the shower. Maybe if you’d waited at your house like we planned, you wouldn’t have to sit here and wait."

His mom glanced at him, entirely unfazed. “Oh, hush. I’m just excited to meet her. You’ve been going on about her for weeks, Glen. You can’t blame me for being curious.” She reached for the plate of waffles, adjusting it slightly, as if that was going to make them look better.

He crossed his arms, leaning against the counter as he gave her a flat look. “I can blame you for not waiting.”

“Oh, please,” she scoffed, though her smile softened the sharpness in her voice. “You act like I’m about to interrogate her.”

“Because you are,” Glen shot back. “I’m asking you, Mom—just this once, please—go easy on her. She’s nervous enough as it is.”

His mom opened her mouth to respond, but Glen’s head whipped around as he heard the sound of the bedroom door opening. Light, hesitant footsteps echoed down the hall, the sound of Gabby approaching.

Glen quickly straightened, giving his mom a warning look. “I mean it,” he said firmly. “Easy.”

She raised her hands in mock surrender, though the glint of excitement in her eyes told him she wasn’t going to promise anything.

Turning on his heel, Glen stepped out of the kitchen, heading for the hallway to intercept Gabby. As he rounded the corner, he saw her standing there, her damp hair tucked neatly behind her ears and wearing a casual outfit that still managed to make her look effortlessly beautiful.

She hesitated when she saw him, fiddling nervously with the hem of her shirt.

Glen moved to meet her, stopping a few feet away. “Hey,” he said softly, his tone gentle. “You look great.”

Gabby gave him a small smile, fiddling with the hem of her sleeve. “You think so?”

“I know so,” Glen replied, reaching out to take her hand. “You ready?”

“Not really,” she admitted with a nervous laugh. “But I guess it’s now or never.”

Glen squeezed her hand, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. “It’s going to be fine. She’s excited to meet you—just be yourself, okay?”

Gabby nodded, her grip tightening slightly. “Okay. Let’s do this before I change my mind.”

He chuckled, stepping closer and pressing a quick kiss to her forehead. Then, with her hand still in his, he led her down the hall toward the kitchen.

As they reached the entryway, Glen slid his hand to her lower back, his touch steady and reassuring. The hum of his mom’s activity in the kitchen grew louder, and Gabby took a deep breath as they stepped inside.

Glen took Gabby’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze before leading her down the hall toward the kitchen. She held on tightly, her nerves buzzing just beneath the surface, but the warmth of his hand grounded her. As they rounded the corner, the sight of his mom standing by the counter with a bright smile on her face made Gabby’s breath hitch.

“There you two are,” his mom said, her face lighting up the moment they entered. “I was starting to think you were hiding her from me!”

“Mom,” Glen said with a warning tone, though there was no mistaking the fondness in his voice. He glanced at Gabby, offering her a reassuring smile before clearing his throat. “Mom, this is Gabby. Gabby, this is my mom, Cyndy.”

Before Gabby could even get a word out, Cyndy closed the distance between them and pulled her into a warm, motherly hug. Gabby stiffened for a moment, startled by the suddenness of it, but then relaxed into the embrace. Cyndy smelled faintly of something floral, and her hug was surprisingly comforting.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you!” Cyndy said, pulling back but keeping her hands gently on Gabby’s shoulders as she looked her over with an approving smile. “Glen’s been talking about you nonstop. I was starting to wonder if he’d made you up.”

“Mom,” Glen groaned, his hand moving to rest on Gabby’s lower back—a subtle yet steadying gesture of support.

Gabby’s lips twitched with a small, nervous smile as her nerves began to ebb. “It’s nice to meet you too, Mrs. Powell.”

“Oh, please, call me Cyndy,” she insisted, waving a hand dismissively as she stepped back slightly. “We’re all friends here, aren’t we?”

Gabby nodded, her smile growing more genuine. Karen’s energy was warm and inviting, even if it was a little overwhelming.

Cyndy’s gaze flicked to Glen, and a mischievous glint appeared in her eyes. “You wouldn’t believe how much this boy has been going on about you. Every time we talked, it was ‘Gabby this’ and ‘Gabby that.’ I swear, he’s smitten.”

Gabby’s cheeks flushed a deep pink as she glanced at Glen, who was rubbing the back of his neck, a sheepish grin tugging at his lips. “Okay, Mom, I think she gets the picture.”

Cyndy wasn’t done, though. She leaned slightly closer to Gabby, as if sharing a secret. “He even called me a few weeks ago, practically tripping over his words, asking for advice on—”

“Mom!” Glen cut her off, his voice a mix of exasperation and amusement as his hand moved from Gabby’s back to his forehead.

“What?” Cyndy asked innocently, though her grin was anything but.

Gabby couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up, her nerves melting away entirely now. Glen shot her a look, but the corners of his mouth quirked up as he saw her relax.

Cyndy looped her arm through Gabby’s, gently steering her toward the living room. “Come on, let’s get comfortable while we talk. I want to hear all about you—where you’re from, what you do, how you put up with him.” She tossed a playful glance over her shoulder at Glen.

Glen smirked, shaking his head. “I’m standing right here, you know.”

Cyndy waved him off. “Oh, don’t worry, honey. You’ve got breakfast to finish, right?”

Glen let out a laugh, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “Guess I know my place,” he quipped, turning back toward the kitchen.

Gabby shot him a wide-eyed look over her shoulder as Cyndy led her toward the couch. He smiled at her reassuringly and mouthed, You’re doing great.

Settling onto the couch, Cyndy turned to Gabby, her expression warm and eager. “So, tell me everything. Glen’s told me bits and pieces, but I want to hear it from you.”

In the kitchen, Glen resumed mixing the waffle batter, the sound of quiet conversation drifting over from the living room. Every few minutes, he stole a glance toward them. Gabby was sitting upright, her body language a little stiff at first, but as the moments passed, he saw her start to relax.

Cyndy was animated, gesturing as she spoke, and Gabby’s soft laugh floated back to him. Glen couldn’t help but smile. It was clear his mom’s charm was working, and Gabby seemed to be holding her own.

When the waffle iron hissed and clicked, signaling it was ready, Glen poured the batter in, his eyes flicking back to the living room. Gabby was now leaning slightly forward, her hand resting on her knee as she spoke. Cyndy nodded intently, her smile wide and encouraging.

“Looking good so far,” Glen muttered to himself, flipping a strip of bacon on the stove.

A few minutes later, he caught another glimpse. Gabby had settled back against the couch, her hands moving animatedly as she spoke, while Cyndy laughed and clapped her hands together. The sight sent a wave of relief and pride washing over him.

Glen glanced back toward the living room as he poured batter into the waffle iron, the hum of conversation floating over. He caught the tail end of his mom’s warm tone, clearly already diving into her questions.

“So, Gabby,” Cyndy began, sitting comfortably on the couch with her legs crossed and her hands resting on her knee. “Where are you from?”

Gabby smiled, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “I’m from Iowa—a small town near Des Moines called Boone.”

Cyndy’s face lit up with curiosity. “Boone, huh? Small towns have a charm to them, don’t they?”

“They do,” Gabby agreed. “It’s the kind of place where everyone knows everyone, and you can’t run to the grocery store without bumping into three people you went to high school with.”

Cyndy chuckled. “Sounds cozy—and a little suffocating. What brought you all the way out to Los Angeles?”

Gabby hesitated, glancing toward the kitchen briefly before answering. “Well, I was a nurse for a while, but… I realized it wasn’t really my passion. I’d always dreamed of working in film, so I decided to take a leap of faith. I moved to Los Angeles and started taking classes. I’m using some of my savings to make it work while I figure out my next steps.”

Cyndy’s eyes softened, and she nodded approvingly. “That’s brave. Chasing your dreams isn’t easy, but it’s so worth it. Good for you, Gabby.”

Gabby smiled, feeling a little more at ease. “Thank you. It’s been an adjustment, but I’m happy with the choice I made.”

Cyndy leaned back slightly, her expression curious again. “And how exactly did you meet my son?”

Gabby couldn’t help but laugh, and Cyndy’s brows lifted with intrigue. “Oh, there’s a story there, isn’t there?”

Gabby nodded, still smiling. “Yeah, there is. I was at a Fourth of July party that my friend Kayla was hosting. She’s married to Tanner, who I guess is a good friend of Glen’s.”

Cyndy nodded knowingly. “Oh yes. Tanner and Glen have been thick as thieves for years. Tanner’s been over to our place a few times.”

“Well,” Gabby continued, “I was standing in the backyard when Glen and I sort of… collided. He had a drink in his hand, and, well, let’s just say I ended up wearing most of it.”

Cyndy burst out laughing, her eyes twinkling as she looked toward the kitchen. “Glen! You spilled your drink on her?”

Glen turned around from the stove, hands on his hips, feigning innocence. “It was an accident! She stepped into me!”

Gabby shook her head, laughing as she turned back to Cyndy. “That’s not how I remember it, but okay.”

Cyndy held up a hand, grinning. “No need to defend yourself, honey. You clearly managed to recover from the situation.”

“I like to think so,” Glen called back with a smirk.

Cyndy returned her attention to Gabby, her smile softening. “You know, I have to say, he seems different lately. Happier. More… at ease.”

Gabby blinked, a faint blush creeping across her cheeks. “Oh, I—”

“It’s a good thing,” Cyndy said quickly, her tone gentle and warm. “I think you’re good for him.”

Gabby’s lips curved into a shy smile, and she glanced down at her hands. “Thank you. That means a lot.”

From the kitchen, Glen glanced over again, catching the soft expression on Gabby’s face and the way his mom looked at her with approval. His chest tightened with something he couldn’t quite name—but it felt a lot like gratitude.

Glen emerged from the kitchen, balancing two plates topped with golden waffles, crispy bacon, and vibrant slices of fruit. The scent filled the room as he stepped into the living room, his expression warm as his eyes found Gabby.

“Breakfast is served,” he said, placing one plate in front of his mom and then setting the other carefully in front of Gabby. “Hope it’s to your liking.”

“It looks perfect, Glen,” Cyndy said, picking up her fork with a smile.

Gabby glanced up at him, her lips curving softly. “It looks amazing, thanks.”

“Only the best for you,” he murmured, his voice low enough that Cyndy almost didn’t catch it—but she did.

Before either woman could say more, he straightened. “Be right back—I made you some tea,” he said to Gabby, already heading toward the kitchen.

Gabby followed his movements with her eyes, an unconscious smile playing on her lips. When she turned back, she found Cyndy watching her, a knowing twinkle in her eye. Gabby’s cheeks warmed, and she quickly picked up her fork to busy herself with cutting into the waffles.

A moment later, Glen reappeared, a steaming mug in his hand. He handed it directly to Gabby, his fingers brushing hers as she took it. “Chai with a little vanilla, just how you like it.”

Her smile widened at the small gesture, and she brought the mug to her lips. “You’re the best,” she said softly.

Cyndy raised an eyebrow, quietly observing the easy affection between them—the way Glen’s hand lingered on the back of Gabby’s chair for a second too long, and how Gabby seemed to glow under his attention.

“And for you, Mom?” Glen asked, turning to her. “Coffee, tea, orange juice?”

“Coffee, please,” she said, her smile tinged with amusement.

“Got it,” he replied, disappearing into the kitchen again.

Gabby stole a glance at Cyndy, who now seemed to be studying her with a curious but approving gaze. “He’s very thoughtful, isn’t he?”

Gabby blinked, a small laugh escaping her. “He is. He’s...sweet.”

Cyndy’s smile deepened, as though she’d just confirmed something. When Glen returned, coffee in hand, he set it down in front of his mom. “Here you go. Cream and sugar on the side if you need it.”

“Thank you, sweetheart,” Cyndy said, taking a sip.

Finally, Glen settled onto the couch next to Gabby. His thigh brushed against hers, and his hand naturally found the small of her back, resting there for a moment as if to reassure her. Gabby glanced at him, and he gave her a quick smile, leaning just slightly closer.

“So,” he said, his gaze flicking between Gabby and Cyndy, “are you two getting along okay?”

Cyndy rolled her eyes with a playful laugh. “She’s a delight. You’re lucky I haven’t stolen her away yet.”

Gabby laughed softly, shaking her head as her eyes darted to Glen. “Yeah, I’m good.”

Glen grinned, his gaze lingering on her for a beat too long. “Good.”

The subtle intimacy between Glen and Gabby didn’t escape Cyndy. She watched the stolen glances, the way Glen’s fingers absently brushed Gabby’s back before he finally moved to his plate. It wasn’t just affection—it was comfort, as if they’d been in sync far longer than the few months they’d been together.

“Well, it’s a good thing you brought her around, Glen,” Cyndy said lightly, cutting into her waffle. “She’s lovely.”

Gabby blushed at the compliment, and Glen’s hand briefly squeezed Gabby's knee.

“Told you she was great,” he said casually, sending a quick wink in Gabby’s direction before focusing on his own plate.

Cyndy just shook her head with a small, satisfied smile. The clinking of utensils and soft conversation filled the room, and every so often, Glen’s gaze would drift to Gabby, his expression softening, as if he couldn’t quite believe she was there. And every time, Cyndy noticed, Gabby would look back at him, her lips curving in a small, secret smile meant just for him.

As the last few bites of breakfast were eaten and the plates sat empty on the coffee table, Cyndy stood, brushing invisible crumbs from her hands. “Well, I think I’ll head to my house and let you two finish up here. I’ll see you there in a little while?”

Glen stood with her, nodding. “Yeah, we’ll clean up the kitchen and head over soon.”

Cyndy turned her attention to Gabby, her warm smile making Gabby feel like they’d known each other far longer than just one morning. “It was so lovely to meet you, Gabby. I hope we’ll get to spend more time together soon.”

Gabby rose to her feet, matching the smile. “It was really nice meeting you, too. Thank you for breakfast.”

Cyndy waved her off with a laugh. “Please, I barely did anything. You can thank Glen for most of it.” She gave her son a quick hug, then surprised Gabby by pulling her into a brief but firm embrace as well. “See you both soon,” she said before heading out the door.

Glen grabbed a dish towel and began wiping down the counter. He glanced over his shoulder at Gabby, who was still standing near the couch, her hands loosely clasped in front of her. She looked thoughtful, almost far away.

“So,” Glen began casually, focusing on scrubbing a spot on the counter. “What did you think of my mom?” His tone was light, almost teasing, as if he already knew the answer.

There was a pause, and when Gabby didn’t respond right away, Glen glanced up. She hadn’t moved, her gaze still fixed on the empty space where Cyndy had been moments ago. Her face was unreadable, her lips pressed into a faint line.

“Gabby?” he asked, his brow furrowing. Setting the towel down on the counter, he wiped his hands on his jeans and walked over to her. “Hey,” he said softly as he stopped in front of her.

She blinked, her eyes focusing on him as if she was just now realizing he was there.

“You okay?” Glen asked, his voice filled with quiet concern.

Gabby hesitated, her hands tightening slightly in front of her before she finally met his gaze. “She reminds me of my mom,” she said softly, her voice wavering just enough to betray the emotions she was holding back.

Glen’s expression shifted immediately, his eyes softening with understanding. “Oh,” he said quietly, stepping closer. “I didn’t realize...”

Gabby let out a shaky breath, her gaze dropping to her hands. “It’s not a bad thing,” she said quickly, as if to reassure him. “It’s just... it caught me off guard. Your mom is so warm and kind, and it just... it reminded me of how my mom used to be. She was so much like that—always making everyone feel welcome, always knowing exactly what to say to make you feel better.”

Glen felt his chest tighten at the sight of her struggling to keep her composure. Without a word, he reached out and gently pulled her into his arms.

Gabby hesitated for a moment before she let herself sink into him, her face pressing against his chest. Glen wrapped his arms around her securely, one hand resting on the back of her head as he held her close.

“It’s okay,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing.

For a moment, Gabby stayed quiet, but then he felt her shoulders tremble slightly against him. A quiet sniffle broke the silence, followed by another, and Glen realized she was crying. He didn’t say anything, didn’t point it out. Instead, he simply held her tighter, his hand moving gently up and down her back in slow, calming strokes.

Gabby’s grip on his shirt tightened, her tears soaking into the fabric as she let herself cry. “I miss her so much,” she whispered, her voice breaking.

“I know,” Glen said softly. “I know you do.”

Gabby took a shaky breath, her voice trembling as she continued. “It’s been years, but some days it still feels so raw, like I just lost her yesterday. And your mom... being around her... it was nice. It felt like I had a little piece of that back, just for a moment. But it also made me miss her even more.”

Glen closed his eyes, his chest aching at the pain in her voice. “It’s okay to feel that way,” he said gently. “You don’t have to apologize for missing her, or for letting yourself feel good around my mom. I think she’d want you to have that, you know?”

Gabby nodded against his chest, her tears slowing but still falling. “She would,” she said softly. “She’d be so happy to see me with someone like you. She always told me I deserved someone who made me feel safe and loved.”

Glen’s heart clenched at her words, and he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “She sounds like an incredible woman,” he said quietly.

“She was,” Gabby whispered. “She really was.”

They stayed like that for a while, the quiet of the house wrapping around them as Gabby let herself feel the mix of emotions she’d been holding back. Glen didn’t rush her, didn’t push for her to stop. He just held her, his presence solid and unwavering.

Finally, Gabby pulled back slightly, wiping at her tear-streaked cheeks with the back of her hand. “Sorry,” she said with a watery laugh. “I didn’t mean to fall apart on you like that.”

Glen gave her a soft smile, brushing a stray tear from her cheek with his thumb. “You don’t have to apologize. You’re allowed to feel whatever you need to feel, okay?”

Gabby nodded, her lips curving into a small, grateful smile. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“Always,” Glen replied, his hand lingering on her cheek for a moment before he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

Gabby took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “I think I’m okay now,” she said, her voice steadier.

Glen gave her an encouraging smile. “Take your time. There’s no rush.”

She laughed softly, her shoulders relaxing as she reached up to touch his hand still resting against her cheek. “You’re kind of perfect, you know that?”

Glen chuckled, shaking his head. “Far from it. But I’m glad I can be here for you.”

Gabby smiled again, the warmth in her eyes returning. “You’re more than here for me. You’re exactly what I need.”

Glen felt his chest swell with emotion, and he pulled her back into a hug, holding her close for just a little longer.

Glen pulled back slightly, his hands still resting gently on Gabby’s arms as he searched her face. Her eyes were still glassy, but she gave him a small, reassuring smile, a silent signal that she was okay. He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, his touch lingering.

“You ready to go meet the rest of the family?” he asked softly, his tone warm and encouraging.

Gabby hesitated for only a moment before nodding. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

Glen’s lips curved into a smile, one that seemed to instantly melt the remaining tension in the room. “Good,” he said, his voice filled with quiet confidence. “They’re going to love you.”

Gabby let out a small, nervous laugh. “Let’s hope so.”

“They will,” Glen said firmly, his thumb brushing over her arm in a comforting gesture. “And if anyone gives you a hard time, I’ve got your back.”

That brought a genuine smile to her lips, and she reached up to touch his hand. “Thank you.”

Glen nodded, his smile growing. “Alright,” he said, stepping back and glancing at the kitchen. “Give me ten minutes to finish cleaning up, and then we’ll head out.”

Gabby chuckled softly, watching him grab the towel he’d abandoned earlier. “Need any help?”

“Nah,” he said over his shoulder with a grin. “I’ve got it. You just sit tight.”

She laughed quietly, leaning against the counter as Glen went back to wiping down surfaces and tidying up the kitchen. His movements were efficient, but every now and then, he’d glance her way, as if checking to make sure she was still okay.

Ten minutes later, the kitchen was spotless, and Glen tossed the dish towel over his shoulder with a triumphant look. “See? Easy.”

Gabby shook her head, amused by his enthusiasm. “Impressive.”

He smirked, grabbing his keys from the hook by the door. “I aim to please.”

Walking over to her, Glen reached for her hand, lacing his fingers through hers. “Ready?”

She nodded, feeling the steady warmth of his hand grounding her. “Ready.”

Together, they stepped outside, the sun casting a soft glow over the driveway. Glen led her to his truck, opening the passenger door for her with a flourish. “Your chariot awaits,” he said with a playful grin.

Gabby rolled her eyes, laughing as she climbed in. “Such a gentleman.”

“Always,” he teased, shutting the door behind her before jogging around to the driver’s side.

As they pulled out of the driveway, Gabby glanced over at Glen, her nerves slowly giving way to a growing sense of ease. Whatever awaited her at his family’s house, she knew she wouldn’t face it alone. Glen’s steady presence beside her was all the reassurance she needed.

#Glen Powell #Glen Powell Fic #Glen Powell Fanfic #Glen Powell Fanfiction #Glen Powell Series #Glen Powell x OC #Glen Powell x Original Character

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charon-cries · 5 months ago

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we're lucky Lestat de Lioncourt doesn't have tumblr, the drama he'd get into on here would be wild

#is this anything #he'd probably get cancelled instantly #also side note for future reference #i'm making this post before season 3 #so if anything in this is incompatible with amc canon #that's because i'm working off of seasons 1 + 2 and the books #okay ty have a nice day

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ANOTHER of my mutuals went missing after buying a backstage pass to a vampire lestat concert. she didn't post pictures, nothing, and she's been radio silent since her last post (which was about how she was about to go backstage...) and i really think we should be taking this more seriously. so.

reasons why i think "lestat de lioncourt" may be running a cult or something:

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🐺 the-vampire-lestat

Absolutely ridiculous. I am very open about what I am, you do not need to resort to senseless conspiracy theories to figure out where your little friend went.

🎧 audiofilled Follow

are you incapable of dropping the vampire bit for ONE moment? people are going MISSING and you're still doing your corny roleplay bit?

#discourse #TVL disappearances #callout

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📚 daniel-molloy

It's day number seventy-three of surviving this God forsaken website solely to keep tabs on Lestat's social media presence, and I'm still trying to decipher the lingo you people use here. What the Hell does, "I'm bald," even mean?

#the vampire lestat

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🪽 arun-rising

Did anyone else notice Lestat only posts during the night, in whichever timezone he's in while on tour? True commitment to the bit. Or the bite, I suppose.

🩸 carmillized

weren't you posting about how much you despise his music just yesterday???

🪽 arun-rising

I don't know what you're talking about. I never did that.

🩸 carmillized

You are correct. I believe you without question. I do not even know why I said that in the first place. I do not recall you posting about Lestat de Lioncourt before this.

#sorry OP i was out of line #now that i'm thinking about it though #this post is making me wonder if lestat could be a real vampire #i hadn't seriously considered it until this very moment #something came over me... #wonder why

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🐺 the-vampire-lestat

New song.

youtube

Listen, if you dare.

📷 disintegrated-wonder

Lestat, I thought we were over this...?

#louis talks

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🧷 baby-jenks

Wouldn't it be wild if we all just spontaneously combusted? Haha. Glad that will never happen

#fang gang #vampblr #random thought #it's unlikely

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👴🏻 marius-official Follow

How does this website work...?

🦇 fang-fan

delete your blog

#rank vibes on this man

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Sponsored with Blaze 🔥

Check out my new book. It's a biography, about me, written by an award-winning journalist, chronicling my life as a werewolf. It's 100% factual and real, a real breath of fresh air in a world filled with fiction attempting to pass itself off as reality.

#iwtw #my posts #my book #me #werewolf #wolf #awoo #please i need to feed my litter of twelve #this book is all i have

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🩸 carmillized

hey all! i know that my mutual, audiofilled, is a little bit divisive in the music fandom rn, but i'm getting a little worried. i haven't heard from him since he made that post speculating about where TVL fans have been disappearing to. please send me an ask or a dm if you've heard from him!

#talk tag #getting a little worried #he's probably okay though

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🐺 the-vampire-lestat

Just had a lovely dinner. It's nice when your food is in tune with you, yes? Makes the blood sit well in the veins.

🦇 fang-fan

ur so funny

#edit: sorry for posting while audiofilled is missing #i didn't hear about it until just now

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🩸 carmillized

okay i just can't get over how he talks about himself. i don't know if it's just him being "in character" or if this is just how the guy acts irl, but he's so self-aggrandizing that i've been questioning it

no nuance/bald/other, you have to decide on the spot right now what you believe

📚 daniel-molloy

He's lying.

👩‍💻 talamascized-witch

I don't believe him for a second.

#archive #poll #lestat de lioncourt

#is this anything #vampblr #iwtv #iwtv amc #amc iwtv #interview with the vampire #the vampire chronicles #lestat de lioncourt #the vampire lestat #dashboard simulator

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avaetin · 5 months ago

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Percy Jackson Keychain Giveaway - AKM Edition

Hi! As per the title, I am going to giveaway PJO keychains - AKM Edition (which is the AU I created). I'm sharing it now because I want it to reach as many interested parties as possible. I will keep this pinned on my account as well. There will be a total of 15 designs (9 solo and 6 pairs), 5 keychains each, for a total of 75 keychains (total 75 winners). Below is a list of all the characters/pairs:

Nico

Aeon/Chronos

Alabaster

Hazel *

Reyna *

Percy

Jason

Erebus *

Ananke *

Nico & Aeon

Nico & Alabaster

Nico & Hazel *

Nico & Reyna *

Nico & Percy

Nico & Jason

* Remaining designs to be posted in the future, closer to the date.

A special and many thanks to @nyankocatnyan for all the awesome designs so far! Please check them out if you want to commission from them!

Why are you doing a giveaway? I always wanted PJO keychains, but there is a MOQ when you want this stuff made. I have no intention of selling/profiting, hence this giveaway. Also, I suppose, it's just sharing some positivity to everyone else.

How do I qualify? 1) Not a bot, 2) PJO fan, and 3) Tumblr account (for contact). You don't even need to be following me or be my mutual.

How do I enter? You need to fill up one of the forms (either solo chibi form or pair chibi form) that will be made available on August 27, 2024, 11pm SGT. Here is the timing for other zones:

The forms will be active from August 27 - September 3. It will be closed on September 3, 3024 at 11pm SGT. You don't need to rush to fill up the forms. This is NOT "First come, first serve." Please read the forms carefully, and make sure you submit the correct details.

You can only fill up one form (chibi form or pair form). Make sure you fill up the correct one as I will only consider your 1st submission (unless the one you really want has low demand, then I will consider).

4. How will I know if I won? I will post the results here on Tumblr on September 8, 2024, at 11pm SGT and tag said winners. From September 8 - 15, I will be sending the winners a link to a new google form for them to fill up for the delivery details of the keychain they won. (Please make sure I can message your inbox/messages.)

5. What if I won but don't respond to your message? You're essentially giving up your keychain to another person. The above period is fixed. One week is enough time to respond.

6. Do I have to pay for anything? Unless you are opting for fast delivery and/or tracked delivery, then no. I'm covering the shipping costs.

IMPORTANT NOTE: I'm not liable if package is lost if 1) You give wrong address after I confirm it with you. 2) Other reasons outside of my control. If the package gets returned to me, I will attempt to send it a second time. But if it still gets returned a 3rd time, I will give it to someone else.

7. When will it reach me? Kindly refer to the "Ordinary Mail- Air". Please note, however, that this is just an estimate. It will ultimately depend on your country's postal services.

8. I'm iffy about giving out my name and address. How can I trust you? I have to give my name and address for the return address in case the keychain doesn't get delivered. That's my trust to 75 of you. It's up to you if you wish to trust me back. I can only say that I will delete the forms once all the keychains are sent out, since there is no further use for them.

9. Will you have another batch of these keychains in the future? Nope. This is the one and only time. Which is why if you want one, I encourage you to participate.

10. What do you want in return? I want to joke something about firstborn here, but I guess it might not be appropriate LOL! Umm, nothing significant. All I want, and this is optional, is when you do receive, to share with me - or with everyone else via post - that you received the keychain. That's it.

BONUS: I'm pretty sure there was a post about a Luke keychain... 👀

That will be a separate post lol! Maybe around September/October. I'm still working out if I just want Luke and Ethan, or if I want one with Luke, Ethan and Alabaster. Something like that.

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Giveaway Timeline:

August 6, 2024: Posting about the giveaway

August 27, 2024: Official post with the google forms for interested individuals to fill up

September 3, 2024: Forms will be closed

September 4-7, 2024: Checking of accounts

September 8, 2024: Eligible participants' account names will be placed on the "Wheel of Names" to get the names of the lucky winners. Results to be posted as well

September 8-15, 2024: Contact winning accounts to confirm delivery details

mid-September - November 2024: Sending out of the keychains*

* Delivery might be split into two parts. It depends on the keychain production and, er, budget.

The forms will have terms & conditions (most already stated here), and hence would answer most questions you will probably have. But, if you have questions you wish to address now, feel free to send an ask. (Please don't spam my messages, thank you.)

P.S. Please be kind to anyone you're interacting with in this post.

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romana-after-dark · 2 months ago

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heyaa!! for your follower fundraiser game i have found 4 titles!! (i hope im doing this right)

ghost of you (5sos), yellow (coldplay), apple (charlie xcx), and burn (ellie goulding)

if i got all those correctly, can i request for Logan howlett please? i would love anything dark about him. thank you!!

Hi Hi Hi!!!!!

Roman's 1000 follower fundraiser game

Thanks so much for playing! ghost of you is actually from MCR, and Apple came out (i think?) after Apple did, but yes to the other two!

thats 200 words for you, and $2 to smile train! After writing, this still ended up 550 words lol

Here is some dark Logan for you! I expanded on dacryphelia logan I did months ago

Let it Out

Logan Howlett x gn!reader

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Summary: You're crying to Logan about your family rejecting you as a mutant. Logan isn't helping.

Warning: Dacryphelia, maybe some trauma kink? But shes not talking about sa or anything. jerking off subtly. Nothing sexual really happens to reader. mentions of family not accepting reader as a mutant, (lgbt allegory?) Logan doesn't non con or anything but she's not consenting to what he's doing, even if they are mostly unaware. He's kinda goofy and silly in this one I won't lie.

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"I just don't understand, I'm their child!" You sob onto Logan's plain white T-shirt as the two of you sit on the couch. Love is Blind is forgotten in the background, your attempts to reach out to your parents after years of rejection leaving you a sobbing mess.

Unfortunately, the sight of you had him rock hard in his pants. It wasn't his fault, really! He can't control when he gets a raging erection. He can't control that he gets it while you cry against his shoulder, so vulnerable and trusting...

Your parents had rebuffed your latest attempt to reach out, rejecting you for being a mutant and you were distraught, no reason for him to get bricked up on a Tuesday afternoon. And yet. here he was.

He needed to take care of business before you noticed he was hard. Logan reached down, rubbing his aching cock as his other hand cradled your head, trying to be comforting but also kinda holding you there.

"I know baby, I know... I sorry..." His voice hitched a little bit when his palm ram down the length of him, full pressure, trying to make himself cum in his pants as quick as possible. He glided over himself, feeling cock desperately twitching in his jeans, begging for your mouth as salty tears ran down...

"He was never there for me, I think he kn-knew something was wrong with me even before my mutation showed..."

Faster, harder. Logan's breathing grew a little ragged as his release neared, getting harder by the second when he could feel your tears on his peck. "It's not fair. He was always gonna b-be mad at you, no matter what you were... hmm..."

"Lo, are you okay?" You tried to lift your head up to look at you, but he holds you down shushing your worries in a strained voice.

"Don't worry bought me baby, just m'old bones creaking. Just let it out." I'm so close... he thought to himself. Part of him wanted to drag it out, relish in the pleasure of how good your voice felt crying to him, his own hand making himself feel good... but you were already calming down. He needed to make this quick. He needed to egg you on a bit. "I mean, he tried to kick you out even before they knew you were a mutant."

Bringing up this trauma caused a fresh bought of tears from you, leaving you wracked in sobs in his arms.

Rubbing himself quickly, Logan bit his lip HARD as he came, stifling the moan but not his abs flexing in the process. Warm filled his leg and he felt embarrassed, wondering how he was going to get out of this was a wet spot now. Oh well, a problem for Logan a few hours from now, not for Logan now. Now, he revealed in his release, the ache releaving as he stroked out every last drop he had in an attempt to prevent his short refractory period from causing issues again.

Now Logan had his baby in his arms and could relax and try to make her feel better.

"It's okay sweetheart... I'm here for you now."

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aziraphales-library · 2 months ago

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Lost Fic #206

1. Hello! Thank you for all the work that you do! I'm looking for a fic I read a while back that I seem to have lost. Honestly I think I found it through Tumblr and maybe even this blog but I can't find it again 😭 It's set post s2 while Azi is supreme archangel, and he comes down to Earth with Crowley to plot how to stop the second coming. For some reason I don't remember, Azi also has a hotel room where he rents + watches p*rn. There's lots of angst on Crowley's side, with him getting his hopes up every time Azi visits that this time he'll stay and lots of tension that ends up with smut, but also makes Crowley feel worse cuz he thinks Azi's just using him for booty calls. Sorry it's super specific 🥲 Thank you so much x - anon

2. hiya, I#m looking for a fic where Azi and Crowley are priests. The met when they were younger in training and were seperated across the country because they were caught being intimate. They later meet again at a priest meeting thingy and realise the other is still interested in them. Then there's nsfw stuff happening in the shower. I'm too stupid to figure out how to properly work the ao3 tags sooo i'd apreciate the help :)) - anon

3. Hello! Thank you for all the hard work that is put into finding these fics. I have been trying to find one where Crowley eats live animals like a snake but doesn’t want Aziraphale to know. He gets really hungry and they go to the ritz and he looks at a dog and wants to eat it and realizes that he needs to eat (it might have been a small child he was looking at). He goes to the bathroom and Aziraphale finds him eating ether a rat or a cat. Thanks :) - anon

4. hello! i'm looking for a fic that i haven't actually read. an artist i follow mentioned a scene from it in one of their posts, but they can't remember the title and recommended asking you. its a fic scene where aziraphale attempts his first temptation - tempting an apprentice at a bakery into taking home a few leftover loaves that otherwise would have to be thrown out. fics where aziraphale tempts people in general would also be greatly appreciated! it's a niche i'd love to see more of. - anon

5. Hello! First of all, you are wonderful and your blog is life saving! So, thank you. Second, I'm searching a fic and I hope it's still on ao3. It's a fic where Aziraphale hears 3 conversations the same day about the principe of giving back to your partner (and not being a pillow princess, in on case), and so he decide to do nice things for Crowley because he is scare that otherwise Crowley will leave him. So he try to find gifts and things to do that Crowley like, but it's not working very well and then he want to try to please Crowley in bed and that's when Crowley ask what's the problem is. After Aziraphale explain himself Crowley explain to him that doing things for Aziraphale and giving him gift make him happy. It finishes with a sex scene where Crowley pleasure Aziraphale. If you can find it that would be marvelous! - @myladycrow12

If you know any of these fics please include the number in your reply! Thank you :)

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✦ Writer Questionnaire 2 ✦

Thanks for the tag, @the-golden-comet! (And @the-letterbox-archives tagging me when I was almost done here, haha)

Heads-up! Long post!

How long have you had your writing Tumblr/Writeblr? A fast and loose estimate is fine!

Two months ago to the date actually??? Or, at least, that's when I first uploaded a story here. My first actual Writeblr post was me hopping in on an open tag on the 6th of June, haha. I thought it was just a month, but looks like the summer's gone by in a flash! 😭

What led you to create it?

So, I'm a writer on Tapas! I'd been attempting to social network on other social medias (twitter and bluesky) but wasn't getting anywhere, didn't like the general formats, and uh... I'm sure I don't have to explain why I don't want to touch Twitter with a 10-foot-pole anymore. Let's just say, if you haven't seen, it's just as bad as (if not worse than) everyone says. Anyhow, I'd seen lots of Tumblr short stories on other platforms and started investigating what it's like here. Didn't know what "Writeblr" was or that it even existed, but eventually stumbled into the field after posting my short story. Thanks, @darkandstormydolls! ❤️

What’s your favorite thing about the Writeblr community?

How supportive everyone is??? Like omg you guys are so sweet, idk how to take it. Also I love seeing how much passion everyone else has for their writing, haha.

What’s one thing you’d like your mutuals to know about you?

Uhhhh, I think I'm pretty open about the things I'd like people to know about me, haha. I never mean to offend, so if I accidentally say something wrong, please tell me! I'm autistic and very dumb.

Is there anything you’d like to see more of on your dash?

I'm ngl I keep meaning to build out my followed tags for my fandoms, haha. The only fandoms I really see things for are TMAGP (10/10, TMA is my obsession. I am obsessed. It is one of my Special Interests and I love it with all my heart) and House of the Dragon??? Except I'm not even a fan of HotD??? So that's kinda annoying, haha. (Aka, my fandom stuff, but that's on me.)

WIP it Good

Which Works-in-Progress (WIPs) or writing projects are you noodling about, lately?

Rising From the Ashes, tragically. (Because it's one of the LAST things I should be working on right now, haha.) Otherwise, I'm of course always obsessed with the Arcane Rifts. Then I force myself to be obsessed with Sun and Shadow, though it's slowly growing on me, haha.

How long have you been working on them?

Haha, so I've historically jumped around a lot in working on different things, so these are approximate guesstimations!

Rising From the Ashes has likely had 3 or 4 years put into it/the characters. If you include the Calamity Crew (which overlaps with it in the timeline and originally ended up merging with the cast of RFtA), I'd say definitely 4 years!

The Arcane Rifts has had 5 years put into it.

Sun and Shadow is very new; I'd say it probably only has about 4 months of work in it? It's part of why I'm less interested in it, haha. Less I've put into it and less I'm attached to.

Do you remember what inspired them/what got you started?

Oh... oh dear. How could you ask me this??? 😭😭😭

Rising From the Ashes has existed since, I think, 2016. It started (tragically) as an RP starter on Google+. I wish I was kidding.

To those unaware of how it worked in that space (and likely similar ones to this day), you'd post a starter and people would join in with their own characters. 99% of the time, they'd drop out before long. However, I'd work out details of the characters in the process and carry that info over into the worldbuilding. I eventually stopped RPing with the masses and settled down with a single "partner" who I'll call Kris.

She's the one who stole my docs.

The Arcane Rifts technically originated as another RP starter? It never got attention, though, and instead my ideas for it simply carried over into the worldbuilding in general.

One of the characters of the original starter was important in the worldbuilding. It was not a character you see in the early books of tAR, though, so don't bother trying to figure it out. But, since he was so important, his origins were also important.

The Arcane Rifts started in 2019, as I wanted to make a story building out said character's origins. It was originally going to be a duology, the first book being Gene's backstory and the second being how Gene and The Other Guy's lives intertwined. (No, they were not gay for each other! 😂) It's since changed a lot, and focuses basically exclusively on Gene, haha. The last book in the series will probably be focused on the other character, though!

Sun and Shadow started for a romance novel competition on Tapas which has since ended. I didn't get to finish it in time for a lot of reasons, but I primarily cite stress and exhaustion from working full time at a physically-intensive job. It grew shockingly quickly and I had some fans donate to me related to it, so I'm kinda forced to work on it, haha. Dw--I like it! It's just harder to work on for a number of reasons, haha.

How much time, in your best estimation, do you spend thinking about them?

Tragic, the questions you're asking me--

It depends, haha. I'm autistic and hyperfixate a lot. Also, for one, that's a suuuuuper vague question??? Like what do you mean "how much time"--how much time within the day? How often in general? Idk, man, haha.

I think about the Arcane Rifts a LOT!

I've put an incredible amount of time and effort into it, and I'm in love with 90% of the characters there. Even the background characters have had a lot of work put into them, getting relatively fleshed-out backstories to make their motives understandable (even if not agreeable!), and I love them all so much, haha.

Except Katerina. She's a bitch.

I also think about Rising From the Ashes a good amount, and it's invaded my brain again lately, haha.

I took a step away from RFtA and basically all of my other stories late 2021 when Kris (my ex-writing partner) and I had a falling out. It was incredibly difficult for me emotionally to look at anything I worked with her on, and obviously RFtA was a huge one (actually, tAR was the only thing of my early works she had nothing to do with). Since early this year, I've finally been able to work on it again and it's been incredibly fun removing her stuff, actually!

I think all that is a good part of why I keep randomly getting obsessed with it again, haha. It's like looking at old friends (the characters, not Kris) and being all "omg??? I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU IN FOREVER??? PLEASE TELL ME EVERYTHING YOU'VE BEEN UP TO!!!" except it's removing Kris's stuff, haha.

I think about Sun and Shadow a lot more than you might expect with how much I talk about not preferring it, haha. I love the characters! Crow and, actually, Valyarus especially. They're both super interesting characters, and I'll randomly find my brain working out scenes between characters interacting with them.

(The problem with SaS is that, as a book, it's incredibly different from my usual works. It's a small cast of Frey/Crow and technically Daleira, while most of my stories focus on larger casts. It makes for a VERY different experience, and so it's a lot harder to work on)

When someone asks the dreaded, “What do you write about,” question, what do you usually say?

Actually, I've got a ready answer for this one! Until SaS, I was dedicating my time to the Arcane Rifts and had prepared the answer:

Percy Jackson meets Lord of the Rings in a steampunk fantasy world full of ✨mysteries waiting to be uncovered✨

(I'd say the "mysteries waiting to be uncovered" part ironically/accidentally mockingly most of the time, whoops, haha. I always feel awkward advertising my works.)

It was awkward when people would get actually interested in it from there and ask more questions, haha.

To clarify: that's my tagline for the Arcane Rifts! The story has gods and demigods messing with mortals, using them as their playthings and being REALLY immature babies because they don't really face consequences for their actions like PJ. Then, it's a lot more "grounded yet fantastical" like LotR, where magic is kinda infused with reality and yet you still have issues like starving to death and whatnot.

Let’s Rotate Blorbos

Name any characters you created. Side characters, protagonists, antagonists, characters who’ve never been written, the first original abomination you ever pulled from your ass; whomever you’d like!

UHHHH THERE'S A LOT TO LIST???

Try this for a taste! These are just the guys I've gotten colors for!

Freya, Crow, Daleira, Valyarus, Grimnir, Soren, Gene, Tazin, Mislav, Adilzhan, Ludmila, Rada, Caspar, Nikolai, Gennadi, Oska, Rieka, Liesel, Carmin, Nora, Sammy, Kieva, Caron, Varik, Elazi, Riaan, Roman, and Tiberius! (Though Tib is getting a name change sooner or later)

Who’s the most unhinged?

Unhinged in which way? There's a lot of options there, haha.

I'm going to give honorary mentions to Valyarus, Gene in the later books, Tazin, Rieka, Gennadi, and Tiberius ! (Why does it not surprise me that most unhinged characters are from tAR? 🤣 Also I swear it's a coincidence most of the unhinged characters are red.)

(... Probably.)

In general, I'd say that, incredibly ironically, the Existence of Order is the most unhinged of all my characters. She's just incredible at hiding it.

(Tbf half of the Existentials probably belong on the "unhinged" list anyway but eh. They still don't compare to Order!)

Who comes the most naturally for you to write?

I'm going to give this as a tie between Gene and Sammy!

Gene has my 'tisms and just about all of my trauma, so we have a lot in common, whoops, haha. Also there's a... very specific detail about his character that makes him easier to write in general. It's just a major spoiler. 👀

Similarly and actually identically to Gene in some ways, while Sammy has a lot in common with me, he's also incredibly perceptive! (Although we don't share that fact.)

Due to the way I write, their analytical natures allow for them to spit straight facts about the worldbuilding and the people around them rather than beating around the bush, haha. Both are highly investigative, try to learn and understand everything around them, and notice small details other characters wouldn't! It makes it much easier for me to write, because uh... well here's an example of what my outlines look like.

Long story short: I include a lot of detail which I then transfer into the POV's character narration, cutting out details which they wouldn't notice or think about, haha. In Sammy's case (which that scene has Sammy as the narrator/POV character), very little information gets cut out because he's so perceptive!

(Here, as a treat--have another example!)

(In this scene, Nikolai is the narrator. Even the outline gets "filtered" to mirror the characters' way of thinking--like it's Nikolai himself seeing Caspar as "doll-like". The crossed-out stuff is details I most likely won't mention, but noted for myself, haha. I do the same thing if/when including details about the motives and thoughts of non-narrator characters.)

Do you ever cringe at them?

Gene and Sammy?

A B S O L U T E L Y .

Gene is a wreck in basically every way and desperately needs help (that he won't get until he meets Dimitry). As much as I love him, there's a lot of moments where you just can't help but wince and be all "shit, did you REALLY have to do/say that?"

Sammy on the other hand? He's a terrified, control freak manipulator who panics the moment he feels like he's losing control of a situation. It can be painful to watch, even if simultaneously fascinating.

How much control do you feel you have over your characters? AKA, do they ever “write themselves,” refuse to cooperate, or do things you didn’t expect? To what degree? Are some less cooperative than others?

I explicitly go out of my way to add backstory to and develop each and every one of my characters until they "write themselves", haha.

I want my characters to feel like real people, so I do my absolute best to make them as real as possible. (That's part of why tAR is so massive...)

Special shoutout to Dimitry here, btw. Dude COMPLETELY screwed over the planned and intended from the earliest days path of the Arcane Rifts. I've mentioned before that Gene is villain-coded, yeah? Want to know why?

Because he was MEANT to be one! Then Dimitry had to come along, be the sweetest, nicest fucking person around to Gene while he was going through the worst part of his life, and keep Gene from slipping off the deep end!

MITRY, YOU PIECE OF--

Do you enjoy people asking questions about your characters? And do you have a preferred means of receiving said questions? For example, as Asks, as replies, as reblogs, as tag notes, as comments on AO3, etc.

I absolutely love, love, love!!! people asking questions about my characters!!! 🥰

I would absolutely prefer them as Asks sent to me, and especially would prefer if separate subjects/questions were sent in separate Asks! Like, say you were going to ask me about Gene and Dimitry. I'd rather two separate Asks, one asking for whatever you wanted to know about Gene and another for whatever you wanted to know about Dimitry, haha. However, if you wanted to ask a single question about both, that obviously is fine as a single Ask!

On writeblr engagement

What makes you want to follow another Writeblr account? Do you follow ‘em as you see ‘em, or take time scoping out the blog to make sure you align with its content? Do you follow based on WIPs, or vibes?

I definitely scope out before I follow, yes.

I choose based primarily on the personality of the person behind the blog, but the WIPs/vibes can also have an influence on my decision, haha. I'd rather follow people with kind/supportive personalities, and I'll eventually start liking their stories even if they're not initially my thing!

What makes you decide against following?

Bigotry. Moment I see it, I'm on the lookout for even the slightest hint of more and, if I see it, I'm OUT!

(That includes things like: homophobia, transphobia, TERFs, ableism, racism, xenophobia, etc.)

Also, while I include angst in my stories, the people who are big on "I have nothing but bad stuff in my writing and I'm proud" are, uh... not on my "follow" list. While they can write what they want and enjoy it, grimdark is not my thing. Angst is best in moderation and I very purposely control the amount of it in my life.

(Also Kris's--my ex writing partner's--obsession with "grimdark-ness" is a good part of why I'm so ecstatic to remove her stuff from my writing. Yes, I've tried it. For years. I hated it. Please and thank you. Also note that I proudly call myself an evil writer, so it's not like I don't love angst, it's just--moderation. Seriously.)

Do you interact with non-mutuals often?

Yes! I think a good 50-30% of my interactions are with non-moots, haha. I go out of my way to try to support my moots, but I'll definitely share support with anything that catches my attention, no matter who it's from!

To be fair, though, I think a majority of non-moots I interact with are on my mental "probably going to follow soon" list. I can be slow to make decisions, haha. It doesn't help that I try being active with my moots, so I'm trying to avoid growing that list too quickly!

Do your mutuals’ characters occupy space in your noodle?

Haha, depends what you mean by that? My brain is definitely too full of my own characters to have any space for anyone else's, but I definitely do think of others' characters at times! There's plenty of y'alls characters I really like, haha.

Just... omg, my hyperfixated AuDHD brain refuses to focus on anything except for the Hyperfixation of the Moment™.

This was a huge one! Hopefully I'm not screaming into the void with this one, or you guys enjoy finding out more about me and my WIPs.

If you're curious about the reason this is labeled Writer Questionnaire 2... well guess what!

Tagging (gently! This is a lot, haha): @honeybewrites @yourpenpaldee @paeliae-occasionally @mysticstarlightduck @illarian-rambling @.darkandstormydolls (tagged you earlier in the post haha) + open tags!

Divider from @cafekitsune!

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