#does anyone even use tumblr to read fanfics anymore?

[p0ison-inmyteeth]

Test Test Kiss Kiss

Little Shadowpeach morning kiss for practice

"You know, watching the sunrise with you is something I thought I would never live to see again. I thought you hated me" the great sage murmured, leaning against a tree while his companion, Macaque was lazing on a bench right next to him.

"I did" he said without hesitation, a sigh escaping his lips as he turned his head ever so slightly to look up at the other. "But, letting go of something positive is harder than keeping something negative." A hint of fondness was found in his tone, as he once again felt his head ache in memory of what had been lost, but, not everything has to stay lost, not forever.

"Pft, I killed you, what’s so positive about that? I mean, how could you forgive me?"

"I can forgive, because you’ve done nothing but show me the Wukong I knew, is still present today, even if the battles over the years had taken their toll on you, you’re still… you." The six eared simian kept his voice low and calm, no use in keeping grudges where they’re not supposed to be kept. "I don’t think the you that killed me that day is the you I hear and have heard today, and in the past."

"You're delusional, then" Sun Wukong was quick to cut him off, his tail nervously swishing against the floor. "You're not supposed to forgive me, it was I who had brought you false hopes, and endlessly painful torture" Macaque stared, unbothered by wukong's words, he had heard them before they were spoken, he had heard everything before, in the past, and in the future.

And yet, he still saw no reason to hate the King, maybe he was delusional. Maybe he was completely out of his mind. He didn’t know, and it didn’t bother him, at least for now.

"You're also the one who brought me redemption, a home, safety, you’re the one who shines light on me, I simply reflect it." The shadow sat up on his bench, gesturing for the great sage to sit down. "While you have done horrible things, you show me time and time again that they’re mistakes you regret, isn’t that a sign for me to trust that you'll learn from the same mistakes?"

… Wukong sat down next to him, huffing as he looked into the still intact eye of the six eared. "I haven’t changed a bit, I tell you time and time again, *you've* told me time and time again. Why do you suddenly believe everything I've done and came to regret is something I learned from?"

Macaque shrugged, averting his gaze towards the sun. "You can open someone's eyes and make them look at you and think, you know" He then leaned back and looked up at his sun, raising an eyebrow. "Guess your so called "charms" are more than just your stupid jokes."

Wukong exclaimed offendedly at his companion's comment, while he just smiled and chuckled. It was a good morning, for the both of them. It felt normal, peaceful.

Wukong huffed as he leaned against the back of the bench , resting his left arm on the bench's back as he faced macaque, an expression of confusion and gratitude on his face. "Thanks for uh, coming out here with me" he said, his voice slightly cracking at the end of his sentence. He cleared his throat and put his head down on his resting arm. "Means a lot to me"

Macaque huffed in laughter as he turned to look at wukong, mirroring his position as he moved ever so slightly closer. "You're lucky I was awake this early, I would’ve kicked you out if you woke me up"

"Yeah?" The king said, a quiet chuckle leaving his lips as his gaze turned from his moon's eyes lower, first to his cheeks, then his nose, and finally, the lips. The source of the sweetest words being uttered.

"What're you doing, do I have something on my face?" The shadow asked, his voice low and soft.

Wukong hummed 'yes' nodding slowly as he leaned closer, his right hand rising up, the King's arm goes around the warriors neck, gently pulling him in.

"Just that," wukong started, pausing to find his words while his right hand was caressing Macaque's furr, gently and tenderly. "… You got something on your lips, I think." He finally murmured.

"Do I?" Macaque huffed in laughter. "Hmm, could you get it for me then?" He asked, the shadow's left hand traveling up to cup the king's cheek.

"I uh… sure, sure, I can… do that" was all the king could utter before he gently pressed his lips against his warrior's. Soft, gentle touches were shared, the sound of birds waking and the sea, the wind, they all fell silent as all they could hear was their heartstrings ringing, their breaths ever so slightly hitching as they departed from their short peck, looking eachother in the eye.

"…" Wukong looked down at the other’s lips once again. "I… I think I missed a spot.."

Macaque chuckled "I hope you miss again, then"

A/N↴

I LOOOVVVEEEE WRITING KISS SCENES. And a friend said to give them a Shadowpeach kissing scene so that’s what I did. I’m still an Amateur so for all those geniuses out there who want me to get good, tell me what I did "wrong” and give me some tips on how to write better kissing scenes!

I mostly plan on posting Lego Monkie kid stuff, but I'm open for more fandoms REQUESTS ARE WELCOME!!!<3

[gumycandyyy]

୨♡ Ｗｉｎｔｅｒ Ｋｉｎｇ ＨＣＳ ♡୧

I am ashamed of tumblr for not making more fanfic of this funky fruit.

We got some general HCS and then some romantic ones under the cut! (I went a little overboard with the romantic ones, hehe!)

Gender-neutral

୨♡ Ｇｅｎｅｒａｌ ♡୧

-Man's self care routine is off the charts

-I'm serious, he has like- 80 different bubble bath concoctions.

-Smells like mint

-or some kind of cold scent.

-I feel like he loves dressing up fancy, so he has a closet full of sparkly suits

-maybe even some dresses if he's feeling special.

-Doesn't actually need to wear glasses, he just likes how they look.

-While he loves his winter wonder world, I feel like he'd enjoy rainy weather more than snow.

-He got rid of all his madness and sadness, yes, but I think he'd cry at something especially cute. Happy tears, y'know?

"Why are you crying, sir? Are you okay?" "Oh, it's nothing. *sniff* Just those two rabbits that are cuddling."

-He is really bad at any percussion instrument

-like.. REALLY bad.

-His hands are too delicate for such a garish instrument as the drums!

-He loves playing duets on the piano, but rarely has anyone to play with.

-I mean, he could always concoct up an ice creature to play piano with him, but that's honestly quite dull.

-His favorite movie would probably be an old Christmas movie, like It's a Wonderful Life.

-He gets kidnapped by the Candy Queen so often, that occasionally he brings a book or something snuggly to help him wait for his ice scouts to rescue him.

-He once got so bored while kidnapped that he tried to read to some of the mutilated candy people

-That was the last time he saw his favorite book.

-Safe to say he doesn't bring his favorites anymore.

୨♡ Ｒｏｍａｎｔｉｃ ♡୧

-Will literally spoil his love interest rotten.

-You want that thing you saw earlier?

-Consider it yours

-You'd like for it to snow outside?

-A sprinkle or a blizzard?

-Literally anything, this man will go to the ends of the universe to get you what you'd like.

-Love languages are definitely gift giving and physical touch

-probably acts of service too.

-Loves dancing.

-Loves dancing.

-Whether it be a slow dance or ice-skating, he will take every opportunity to dance with you!

-He adores short people.

-Good, because he's tall as a giant.

-if you're shorter than him, he will no doubt use you as an armrest.

-He always makes remarks on how cute you are.

-Even if you're only two inches shorter than him.

-If you're taller...

-hoo boy.

-Expect him to be all over you.

-figuratively and literally.

-Will want you to carry him everywhere, sit in your lap, rest against you, whatever.

-Just let him touch you.

-He'll talk about how strong you are, how you'd be the perfect chair, etc. etc.

-He does the stupid "How's the weather up there?" jokes.

-Loves your body, no matter what it looks like.

-You're skinny?

-You're easy to carry around and dance with.

-You're chubby or fat?

-Literally will always be holding onto or resting on part of you. He loves squishy people.

-Somewhere in the middle?

-He could not care less. He loves you regardless of what you look like.

-And he makes sure to emphasize his point by complimenting you endlessly.

-He will never leave your side.

-Even if you need space, he doesn't.

-So why wouldn't you?

-Back to our regularly scheduled fluff-

-Candy Queen hates your guts.

-She thinks you're an obstacle, keeping her from the Winter King.

-No doubt tries to kill you.

-Multiple times. a day

-Her plans are always foiled, but if she gets too close to genuinely hurting you, Winter will be so upset.

"Oh, Dearest, please tell me you're okay!" "You are?" "Phew. I don't know what I'd do if you were hurt in any way."

-His petnames for you are probably

-Darling,

-Dearest,

-My love,

-There are a lot more, but those are the main ones.

-LOVES kissing you.

-Anytime, any way.

-He finds it adorable when his nose bumps your face.

-Favorite place to kiss would probably be the back of your hand.

-He is a gentleman after all.

-Overall, he just adores you.

-And he sincerely hopes you love him just as much as he does you.

Headcanon requests are open for Winter King! Don't be afraid to send an ask, and be shameless! I know I am! (No smut tho. Some spice is okay, however.)

Have some free WK art for coming this far!

reblog for a beginner writer?

[osaemu]

mini-announcement, i probably won't be posting/interacting over the weekend because i have a big tournament and i'll be spending time with my team !! just a heads up in case you're wondering why i haven't replied to you or your ask yet :,) sorry about that 🤍

cw: discourse under the cut.

i didn't want to have to make this post, but lately i've been receiving a lot of anonymous asks about a certain blog and unfortunately, it's gotten to a point where i feel like i have to address it. don't take this post as being hateful in any way—this is just something i just wanted to get off my chest. this isn't a big deal, so no reblogs either, thanks.

the bottom four asks all came within a span of five minutes, so i think it's a reasonable assumption to make that they were all sent by the same person. as for who that is, i'll get into that at the end of the post.

but first of all, i can say without a doubt that i have a personality of my own. case closed. nobody's actually said how we're similar in any way, so i'll assume these are all from no-lifes who couldn't find anything better to hate on.

second of all, my netflix banner was actually inspired by another blog, who i won't namedrop for the sake of their peace. and either way, our banners don't even look similar, nor do either of us own netflix. x x

and finally, those are actually the two most braindead asks i've ever received. are we copyrighting letters now? does anyone own the letter e?

don't compare blogs/writers—it's never ended well, and it never will.

even after getting these asks, i still didn't say anything about it because.. i don't really care. everyone's entitled to their own opinion, and what you think of me is up to you.

moving on, i think tee left tumblr sometime in between that time and now, and i was told by a mutual that i was mentioned within the post. if i'm being completely honest, i didn't read all of it because we have each other blocked anyways and it was a lot to read through.. so i skimmed over the bit about me, but didn't really see anything of interest, which is why i didn't address it.

i also had anons on at the time, and i did think it was interesting how i didn't receive a single ask about tee from then up until today, about a month later. up until a couple hours ago, i hadn't even thought about her because, again, i don't care. this is tumblr dot com, not my love life. most of the drama here is over pixels anyways, so i don't waste my day thinking about it.

neither of these are particularly interesting, but the fact that you weirdos are still associating me with someone who i'm not even mutuals with is.. not to my liking.

idk what false accounts the second anon's talking about, because i don't go looking for drama. if you need proof, here's how many sideblogs i have... (click the image)

zero!

as for the idea that i'm jealous of tee, i'm perfectly fine with the amount of followers i have now. i've always been open about my satisfaction with my interaction rates, and that hasn't changed.

and obviously, tee's a good writer—when have i ever said otherwise? if it was based solely off of writing, i would say that she deserves every single one of her followers, maybe even more. i don't think anybody on this app would disagree with me when i say that she's genuinely one of the best fanfic writers i've come across.

however, i won't support someone just because i like their content. i've stopped listening to many artists because i didn't like who they were as a person, and similarly, once i read the reblogs on a certain callout post, i stopped consuming tee's content as well.

there's a reason i avoided making this post in the past—because i don't really have anything to say. tee and i have never had a directly negative interaction, as i'm sure you all can see in her archival post. the reason i don't support her anymore is because i didn't particularly like how she never spoke up about her followers sending death threats to other followers. that's it.

while i have my guesses as to who sent those anons, i don't care enough to find out. and i think it's better that way. this conflict's been dragged on for long enough, and this is my way of saying that i'd like to be excluded from this narrative from now on.

tee, if someone sends you this post at some point, feel free to contact me if you'd like to clear anything up. we're both adults, and i think we can agree that nothing monumental has happened between us to cause any of this. honestly, the only people dragging this on are the weirdo anons in my inbox.

to whoever's reading this post, thank you for listening to my side of the story—it was nice to be able to get this off my chest. wish me luck at my tournament, and i'll be back after the weekend !! 🤍

[faeriekit]

Hey gang. So:

1) If I ask a yes or no question about something I’m posting, a. I don’t need two paragraphs about your reasoning as to why you have this opinion, especially if the update it’s about is already posted and isn’t going to change. A “yes, cool” or “nah, not really” will suffice. b. I don’t need four different responses about how much you dislike the direction I’ve taken, and neither do I need to see attempts to rope in other users to have you...actually change their mind? It’s perfectly fine to dislike my writing or one of my writing products. But make your own post about it, please, so I don’t get blasted with six different critiques simultaneously in my notes. This is a boundary I am about to enforce via blocking, because:

2) Writing fanfic is a personal hobby and mode of de-stressing of mine. I’m not a professional writer. I am using tumblr as a mode of publishing, so clearly this isn’t that deep. I have to keep it not-that-deep for personal reasons, because the literal instant that this becomes work, or worse, an actual stressor, my brain shuts down any creative interest and I go back into anhedonia mode. If anhedonia has never been on your symptoms sheet before...it sucks. It really does.

3) I work eleven hour days. I am in my final semester of grad school. I have homework to do nightly. The finals due this month will determine the course of my career. This fic has largely turned my eleven hour days to thirteen-to-fifteen hour days when I include meals. The turnaround on Blister Pack has been incredibly short, considering the daily update pattern. It’s okay to not like raspberry scones or whatever you want this metaphor to be, but if I offer you raspberry scones after spending my only free time baking them and your response is to tell me the mistakes I’ve made in the process, then. Well. I’m certainly not going to consider baking my fun hobby I do with friends anymore.

I’m not going to blame anyone for this. This is not anyone’s fault. Since BP has largely gotten ten times more popular than I ever imagined it would be, I’m ngl, I was largely expecting something to go wrong way earlier than this. This is about how I will proceed in the future and how I hope we can get along in the future. Feel free to read. Feel free to dislike. Feel free to-- idk, make your own post where you get vocal about where my writing goes and why you personally don’t like it. Sure. Just don’t make me see it and...what, expect me to uproot the story? Rewrite it to match your personal view of the media and of the fic? I don’t always know what people’s intention are when they comment this tbh; if I dislike a fic, I just stop reading. 

Anyway, the block button is on the table as far as options go, but I trust the vast majority of you and we clearly haven’t had problems about this previously. Blister Pack is finished in its word doc. I just have to trick my brain into thinking that posting the ending isn’t a threat to my internal wellbeing.

Thank you for reading the little I write, thank you for the well-intentioned comments, even if I couldn’t receive them in the manner you intended; and thank you for sharing your thoughts and interests when you have the energy. I often feel as though writing is very isolating, and though I often get too overwhelmed to respond, I have read every single individual comment that has been sent to me. Comments. Tags. Replies. Everything. You’re the glue that’s been holding my motivation together to finish this for once.

Once Blister Pack is posted, this will be the first fic I have finished since...since I wrote my first fic a decade ago. Fucking Hells. 🥂

[purrpickle]

Here, have some more Royalty AU!Mon headcanons and thought dumps!

...Followed by another fanfic scene drop under the read more because of course. (...Can't really call it a ficlet anymore with the combined writing I've done so far.)

(Again, I can't post links without tumblr eating this, but you can search Royalty AU!Mon on my blog and find the other parts of this 'verse if you want context.)

First, more guest ideas that I agree with completely from @kiarcheo that I will incorporate into the 'verse. Thank you!

Now mine because of course I couldn't stop thinking about it either. These jump around a bit as they are highly indulgent of how my brain works.

While Mon has access to quite a bit of money, she's been living without it for years, held in an account that she can only get into for emergencies, probably needing to go through her father until she reaches a certain age (I'm thinking 25?). This was on purpose, and something Mon grew up with, so her feelings of being a sugar baby and being unable to get Sam a birthday present are real. It's only when she's in England and attending to her duties that she has money to spend because she pretty much has to to be presentable. So that scene in Ep 5 where she left the party because she felt so inferior is real. She's never had that kind of money in Thailand, so for her, that inability to provide for Sam like she thinks she should is her truth.

Mon's social media accounts are pretty well managed, due to Mon having to submit her posts to her father's own social media management team first (one of the things he asked her to do when she started getting into Facebook and Instagram and Twitter, etc.). Mon doesn't mind, really, knowing the probability of her accounts getting recognized because of something she accidentally posts or something that wouldn't be good to be blasted on news outlets years later goes down. Besides, when she turned 16, she negotiated to be the only one capable of signing in to her accounts for personal privacy sake, so none of Sam's 'Wanna suck mouth' or 'Bragging. I. Did. It. With Mon' gets seen by anyone other than her (or the friend group), anyway. It's practically second nature now, sending off her ideas, especially when she gets a response pretty quickly, but there are times where she wishes she could post that pic or this TikTok, except it makes her much too recognizable or not presentable.

The only picture she's managed to get approved of her and Sam is one where Mon's slightly behind her, her laughing face pressed against the side of her shoulder as Sam gives an unamused glare at Tee behind the camera. Mon hadn't really tried to submit too many, even though she wanted to celebrate her lover, because not only did Sam not really care for putting her own picture up online (versus the staged ones Tee, Kade, and Jim did), but Sam was recognizable herself, and potential diplomatic fallout was always a real worry as well. Instead, all her other pics are safely stored on her phone and backed up.

(Ironically, knowing that her own social media accounts were tempered and not a truly full illustration of who she was, Mon had still genuinely believed Sam's were because they matched up so perfectly with the teenager she had known and idolized.)

Speaking of photos, Mon knows she can't do anything about Tee, Kade, Jim, or Yuki (or sometimes Nop or her coworkers) taking pictures of her and posting them themselves, but she's managed to make it clear to all of them what kind of photos she doesn't want them to put up, and by and large her combination of earnest puppy dog eyes and firm requests pulling on their better natures (hah!) does the trick. Of course a few slip through and all Mon can do is hope they get buried and never see the light of day. (I'll let you use your imagination what those could be.)

Mon had wondered if Kade had recognized her when they first met, having known the actor had spent time in Europe, but what she didn't say during the interrogation had told her she hadn't. Which is nice. Kade is a dramatic sweetheart, and aside from telling everyone when she saw her and Sam kissing, she's been a very good friend. Mon had even mused to herself that if her secret ever got out, Kade would probably be the one who would understand it the most due to her lakorn work.

Mon always has to have her phone near in case it's a message or alert from her father or to her in capacity of a member of her royal family. She's so used to checking each alert or vibration as soon as they sound that it doesn't matter where she is or what she's doing. Very rarely does she turn her phone onto Do Not Disturb, but she has the important numbers set to ring anyway. She knows Sam thinks it's because of her being part of Gen Z, and to be honest, Mon plays it up a little. She has to when she does things like:

A vibration, and she's pulling her phone up in the middle of a presentation she's giving about Diversity Pop. A ding! and she's pulling back from Sam's arms to reach over to the bedside table to check Facebook. A ring, and she's excusing herself from the meeting between her, Sam, Kirk, and Noi to discuss her coming back to Diversity, reappearing twenty minutes later with a tight stressed look on her face that only changes into a new tight stressed look when she's informing Sam later that night that she has to fly to England the next day to take care of some things with her father.

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((Under here is where the continuing fic is. Again, kinda rough because I'm trying to not let myself get too obsessed with making it perfect with these exploratory scenes.))

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Sam stood up, crossing her arms as she turned to stare at Mon still sitting on the couch. "I thought you weren't going to England."

Mon looked up at her. "I'm not moving there, Lady Sam."

"Then why are you going?"

It was Sam's churlish tone, a step away from becoming angry as she obviously fought to keep from being accusatory, and Mon sighed, nodding. Leaning forward to reach out and slide her hand down Sam's rigid arm, she gently tugged her a little closer so she could use her in suggestion of needing to pull on her to stand up, Sam stubbornly lightly swaying with the motion as if in protest.

Once she was on her feet, Mon managed a smile at Sam, stroking her hands up to wrap around her tensed upper arms. "Lady Sam," she started gently, meeting her gaze, trying to put as much reassurance into her voice and expression as she could, "When I made plans to move there, my father set some things in motion for me and I need to visit him to help him undo them."

"Like what?" It was immediate. Petulant.

"I need to sign some documents, talk in person with a few people..." Studying Sam to make sure she was listening to her, Mon softened her voice even more. She knew Sam was struggling not to panic or jump to conclusions, but Mon needed to do this; needed to meet in person to explain why she wasn't fully assuming her royal status just yet like she had said she was. "My father really stuck his neck out for me, and I want to see him. Help in any way I can." Gently pulling on Sam's still crossed arms until she disentangled them to allow her to take her hands in hers, Mon squeezed them. "Even though I don't regret staying, I feel guilty. ...I have to make things right."

As much as Sam didn't want her to go, Mon didn't want to go either. Aside from seeing her father, there was nothing else in England that made her want to pull away from the lover she had just gotten back, and it hurt to think about being away from her at all. She had focused so intently on England in the past few months, even before deciding to move back, and part of her was just as afraid that if she left to go there, she would be never coming back.

Sam inhaled sharply, looking away. Her body still incredibly tense, she closed her eyes, squeezing them shut for a few moments before turning back. She stared at Mon. "And you're not staying there?"

Mon's heart cracked. She shook her head. "No, Lady Sam." She was going to do everything to make sure she came back. Leaning forward, she closed distance between them with a smile, Sam's gaze automatically dropping to flicker along her lips like they always did even if that was the furthest thing from her mind. "It should only be for a few days. A week at most." Pressing a kiss to the corner of Sam's mouth, Mon straightened back up. She wiggled Sam's hands in hers. "Once everything's settled, I'll be on the very next flight home." Mon knew she sounded more confident than she felt, and she gave Sam another smile. "I promise."

Sam looked at her intently, eyes darkening as she studied Mon's.

Mon gazed back up at her.

Please don't please don't please don't -

Sam did. She lifted her head. "No. I'm going with you."

Even though she had worried about Sam deciding that, Mon flinched, hoping she had misheard her. "What?"

Sam nodded firmly, her normal brash assertiveness suddenly filling her up again. She took over the handhold, fingers wrapping around Mon's slackened grip, tightening as she nodded again. "Yes! That's it. I'm going with you. We'll be together, and then we can even make a trip of it. Since you're already going to be flying, it will be perfect." She sounded excited, assured, certain that would solve the issues as her expression brightened.

No. No no no. Mon stared up at her in alarm. "You can't do that, Lady Sam."

Sam stopped, frowning at Mon. Her brow furrowed. "Why not?" This time, it was a little accusatory.

Mon drew in a breath. "Lady Grandmother still needs your help. I can't forgive myself if I take you away from her."

Blinking as if she hadn't thought about that, Sam dropped Mon's hands, and Mon curled them together in front of herself.

She continued. "And so does Diversity, with Yha and Chin and then myself coming back. The office needs you to keep everything running."

*

[[Fast forward to where Sam and Mon are sitting on the couch again after Sam argues that she doesn't need to stay while Mon sticks to convincing her she does need to stay, because I couldn't find the words and moved on]]

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"I don't want you to go."

Mon knew it wasn't an order or request. It was a statement, Sam openly showing her her distress, trusting her with how she felt. Trusting her to be able to understand her.

"I just got you back. I don't want to lose you." Sam exhaled thickly, looking up to blink back tears before meeting Mon's gaze again. "Mon... Not again."

Reaching up, cupping Sam's face, Mon swallowed as tears gathered in her own eyes, her thumbs stroking along Sam's cheeks. "I know. If I could push it back any later, I would. We haven't had a lot of time together again, yet." She shook her head, sniffing. "But this is time sensitive. I have to go." Pulling Sam's unresisting head forward to press a soft, slow kiss to her lips, Sam kissing her back, Mon gave Sam the best smile she could muster before moving back in to kiss her again. "I'm not leaving you, Lady Sam." She stroked her fingers through Sam's hair, then dropped them to rest on her shoulders, Sam inhaling jerkily as she suddenly moved forward onto her lap, straddling her. Sliding her arms around Sam's shoulders and shivering as Sam's hands wrapped around her hips in turn, Mon leaned in to kiss her again. It was deeper, longer, Mon trying to press all her affection and love and feelings into it.

When Mon pulled back, Sam swallowed, expression disgruntled even as her hands slid along Mon's back, arms circling around her to pull her closer. "Mon. I know you're trying to distract me."

Mon gave her a small grin. "Is it working?" When Sam only sharpened her look at her, Mon sighed, nodding, and shifted to rest her chin on Sam's shoulder.

Going along with changing their embrace into a hug, Sam lay her head on Mon's.

Mon sat there, breathing against Sam, letting herself just be with her, something that still felt new again and special, something to hold onto with both hands in case this was just a temporary dream.

Finally, Sam swallowed, turning her chin to press a kiss into Mon's hair, her arms tightening momentarily around her. "You understood when I needed to go to Grandmother," she began, voice starting and stopping as if she was still gathering her thoughts as she spoke, "So it's only fair if I do the same for you. You spoke about love needing trust, so I need to trust you that you'll come back to me." Inhaling, Sam's voice broke when she finished in a rough whisper, "But Mon. I'm scared."

Mon's heart broke, and she moved back, taking in Sam's dark, vulnerable gaze. "Lady Sam..."

Sam shook her head, tears starting to build in her eyes again. "I'm scared," she repeated.

She didn't have to say what she was scared about, because Mon knew. It was too soon, still too raw that they had almost lost each other to the same place Mon now had to go to.

Opening her mouth, then thinking better of saying what she was going to, Mon sat up. Settling more of her weight back, towards Sam's lower thighs, she pulled Sam to her chest after a moment of her lover looking at her before closing her eyes and letting her, stroking her hair as she held her. As Sam leaned into her, wrapping around her as she allowed herself in turn to be held, it was strange, being the strong one for Sam, but Mon wanted to be that for her. Needed to show her that she could comfort her too.

"I love you, darling. So, so much. So I don't allow you to be scared," Mon murmured, calling back to the first time she slept over in what was now her and Sam's house. "Hmm? Do you hear me?" She squeezed Sam securely as she poured all her love into her voice, "We're not losing each other, Lady Sam. I'll be back here with you before you know it."

Sam exhaled, making Mon shiver as her warm breath passed through her blouse to caress along sensitive skin, and turned her head to press a lingering kiss to Mon's arm where it curled around her. "I love you too."

And for a little while, it was as simple as that.

[my-last-brain-cell-is-socrates]

10, 14, 16, 18 for the star wars ask meme ^_^

Γεια σας--

10. Star Wars merch

I've gotten most of my books from a local bookstore. Ten years ago it was quite literally the only place where you could find sw books in Thessaloniki. The owner still knows me by name.

Sadly since the Expanded Universe has been discontinued, which means no new reprints... the store doesn't get orders anymore, so I've turned to eBay for secondhand copies in the last three years.

Other than that... I've bought two figures, a Han one and a Jaina one, from a comic book store in Athens. And... I've also got some other random stuff like mugs and... bandanas that are all gifts. So you'll have to ask my friends where they got them from.

Behold:

Oh plus T-shirts. Some were hand-me-downs, two I've personally customized (pictured below, plus my phone case)

And socks. Four pairs of socks. All gifted from the same person. From four different countries.

Okay and the more I think about it, the more stuff comes to mind, and this is getting too messy already sooo

14. Parts of the Fandom I enjoy/don't enjoy

Well, I really love my sw mutuals here on Tumblr, I love reading metas so... shout out to anyone who does that. Love my overreaders. Love the ones who are willing to take star wars less seriously, and allow its silly side to shine... I just love this little eco chamber I have decidedly created. Also shout out to a lot of the tik tok editors out there. You guys are the best.

Now which parts I don't enjoy... the ✨toxicity✨

Anyone bullying the actors/actresses first of all. A big no no. Seriously wtf

The ✨ racism ✨

The ✨ whitewashing ✨

The ✨ sexism ✨

You get it.

16. What made me fall in love

I honestly... don't remember. I was very young. I watched the movies for the first time when I was 2 (the originals at least, the prequels weren't all out yet), and I got more seriously into it when I was 12. So if I have to be honest... probably the lightsabers lol I remember being obsessed with the Jedi, used to have a Padawan braid and all.

But I also remember analyzing individual characters and relationships very early on, as a young teen. So I guess... what kept me into it were indeed... once again... the interpersonal relationships. The dynamics of the entire Skywalker family especially lots of projecting to do here

18. ✨ Fanfiction ✨

My entire writing career ("career") began with me writing Star Wars fanfiction and guess what? Still on it. Occasionally. Admittedly far far less frequently ever since I began working on original fiction.

Even though I used to have many many MANY Star Wars OCs as a teen, so most of my older writing was about them... I've stopped not just "playing" with them but even considering them. So now my fanfics are all complementary to the source material. All very canon-compliant. Like missing scenes, filling in the gaps. Dialogues. Snapshots. Yeah.

literally got more than 400 pages worth of stuff I wrote as a teenager. I was obsessed obsessed. The newer stuff barely amounts to 20 pages or so. Cry with me.

None of it is posted online though.

[vintagepresley]

Hi! This is a random, but I’ve noticed that the Elvis fandom here has slowed down a little or some people have left. Even some Elvis fanfics don’t get a lot of attention anymore (reblogs, likes, comments, etc). I was curious how do you deal with that as a writer? Does it bother you or make you feel insecure in a way about your work?

You don’t have to answer this if you don’t want! I was just curious. I love your writing btw!

Hello bestie! This is a very interesting question, lol. Um…. Okay, I was thinking of how to answer this. So, I’ll start off by saying, thank you for loving my writing. I appreciate it! I have notice it has kinda slowed but I’m happy there’s still a lot of us here!

Um, so personally stuff like people reblogging/commenting on my work doesn’t really bother me. I think the only reason why it doesn’t is because I’m no writer. My work is mediocre at best, lmfao. I also only started writing fanfics back in October, maybe? Because of my two Elvis best friends on IG because I was the only one with a tumblr account and we were writing our own fics. Hell, I didn’t even tag my fics at first lol. So, I kinda still write like they’re the only people I’m writing for, y’know?

I’ve gained a nice following of people who love my work and I am so appreciative of that. But I also don’t expect anyone nor will I make anyone reblog or comment. As long as you like the post.. I know that you probably read it or will read it, lol. Honestly, as long as my little following of people read it, that’s what matters to me!

This isn’t me saying that people who do expect that is a bad thing. It’s not at all!! Especially because there are so many amazing writers WAAAAY better than me and those who aspire to be writers as a career. They totally deserve for people to reblog, like, and comment on their posts.

The only reason why I don’t really care as much is because I write mediocre shit man. This is just fun for me because I have so many feelings for Elvis this is the only way for me to let it out other than the letters I write for him.

But yeah, that’s just my take and my personal opinion. But either way people should show their support for their fanfic writers even if it’s just liking post! ☺️

Thanks for the question!

[kingmagnificoofrosas]

Hi! I wanted to ask for your opinion on an idea regarding a rewrite of Wish movie I'm writing, and it's that some time ago the movie was going to be about the origin of the wishing star we see in Disney movies (an idea that was later discarded), and suddenly it came to my mind....

“What if King Magnífico was the wishing star?”

It's such a crazy idea, I know, but after watching the whole movie I couldn't help but think about that idea and how interesting it could have been. Now, how would i carry out this? Well, it's an idea in process for the rewrite I'm doing of the movie, and there would be a lot of changes to the original story, for example:

In the "climax scene", when Magnifico is already possessed by the book of dark magic, and absorbs the wishes together with the star, we would have a confrontation between master and apprentice. Now, with the power of the star in his hands, the king would say to Asha something like...

"Now I will show you the true power of the wishes!"

And using his magic scepter the king would transform into a great dragon!

(That would be a reference to Maleficent in "Sleeping Beauty," when she transformed into a dragon to fight the prince. I was hoping that Magnífico would transform into a dragon or something else in the movie, but sadly that never happened 😔).

Back to the story, Asha, with the help of her friends and the queen, managed to defeat the king. Expelling the malevolent entity from his body, however, the price of his deliverance was Magnifico's own life.

The star sympathizes with the queen, seeing how devastated she is by the loss of her husband, and understanding that the king only acted based on his fear of his kingdom being destroyed as in his past.

(I've read your blogs about Magnifico suffering post-traumatic stress after the sacking of his village, and it's something that really stood out to me, as it gives a lot of depth to the character, as well as helping us understand his actions. It doesn't justify him, but it helps to understand why he acted as he did).

Anyway, the star decided to use it magic on the king. Magnifico's body rose up and shone with a blinding light that forced everyone to cover their eyes, and when they opened them they saw a big star in the sky. A star that shone brighter than the others, it was beautiful and magnificent. Now Magnifico was among the stars, bathing the kingdom with his warm light.

Amaya would have a conflict with her emotions, on the one hand, she would feel a deep sadness at no longer having her husband by her side, but at the same time she would feel comfort, knowing that now the king would watch over his kingdom, and her, from the sky.

“The king who once fulfilled the dreams of his subjects on earth, now does so every night in the sky.”

Sorry this has been so long, but it's an idea I had in my head and Tumblr won't let me post my blog 🥲

Thank you very much for your attention, hope you have a nice day!

Hey anon!

And whoo what a long one here! But don't worry, it's all fine!

I'm generally not a big fanfiction reader anymore. But that doesn't mean that I cannot give my advice and opinion 😉

Now, I've heard lots of ideas for fanfic content in the past months and while I think there are indeed some very creative ones along them, I don't pay much attention to them. Not because some ideas aren't good, in fact, I think your idea is very creative and special in its own way! I just am not a big fan of fanfictions anymore. 😆

Of course there are very talented writers out there, heck I even started out as a fanfiction writer myself. Many authors started as fanfiction writers in fact.

My advice is, if you truly want to write something that is dear to your heart, write it! Write the thing! No matter what anyone says. If it won't leave your mind, bring it down. Tell your story! Because only you can tell it!

And also! DON'T MAKE ME FREAKING CRY 😭 But seriously, I can see potential in your writing skills! I might not be interested to read fanfictions BUT ☝🏻 I can tell you, you are talented and most def. creative!

So, bottom line, if you really want to do it. DO IT! 💙✨️

[kitausuret]

I have trouble with my fanfics. I never really like them and I’m not sure if other’s enjoy them. I don’t get that many compliments or votes. What should I do? I want feedback.

Hi anon! It's always rough when you're feeling down about your writing. For that first part, unfortunately all you can really do is - you guessed it - practice. Keep writing! I know, nobody likes to hear that, but you've got to first and foremost allow yourself to write something that sucks. Just get it out onto the notebook, or word document, or whatever you use. That's always gonna be step one.

Secondly, think about what you enjoy about what you read, whether in fanfic or in other kinds of prose. What about it makes it enjoyable to you? Can you make note of anything that you can adapt into your own writing? Your old language arts and literature teachers probably had the right idea, that the best writers are also big readers. It's all about learning and adapting!

For specifically your own writing, if there's anything you're unsure of, I strongly recommend getting a beta, or at least a trusted writer friend that you can at least use as a sounding board. I personally have never used a beta, but I have people I can go to if I feel stuck on something or need to run a part by someone. Sometimes you can even find them in fandom communities!

Which then leads us to the second part of your ask - actually getting feedback. Now, I'm not sure where you post. I don't recognize the terminology of "votes", so if anyone can clue me in that might be helpful LOL. I personally do not post my fics outside of Ao3 and Tumblr. In the past I've also used FF.net and DeviantART. I have by far gotten the most feedback on Archive of Our Own, followed by fanfiction.net, but again, I don't use the latter anymore. I really like Ao3 so if you don't already, you might try posting there.

I also don't know what kind of fics you write, if it's with popular characters or a rarepair, if it's a huge fandom or a tiny one, on and on. Feel free to come off anon if you're comfortable and we can discuss this further. But I definitely collected my small handful of readers by simply being active in fandom - and by leaving feedback/communicating with other writers. I also would encourage you to look into fandom events, exchanges, Big Bangs, even just fandom weeks! There are lots of low-stress ways to almost guarantee more feedback.

Now, if you're like me, and you're literally creating the tags you want to see in the world, there may not be others that you know of yet. BUT, frequent communication and leaving feedback on works that are maybe similar to your own can help build relationships! I also love joining fandom Discords because a ton of them at least have a writing/fic channel.

Almost every single writer I've traded feedback with, I either met through commenting on multiple of their fics, finding them through fandom tags on Tumblr, or meeting them in a Discord server. Usually one of the above feeds into the other two. It's scary sometimes but putting yourself out there really does lead to more feedback and encouragement.

Finally, you have to accept that not all of your fics will take off. Even the ones you're really proud of. Hell, I just made a post about that yesterday. Typically, it's not that what you're making is bad or poorly written. Sometimes it's just niche. Sometimes it's just not what people click on when they're going through the tag. That's why it's important to, as much as you can, write for yourself.

Bottom line, keep practicing, reach out to friends for feedback, hang out with other writers, and get active! Above all, though, have fun. I know it sounds silly, but when you're doing something for free, please make sure that ultimately you're enjoying it. You have one guaranteed reader: yourself!

[wickedlittlecritta]

hi friend i never check tumblr anymore but i'm bored and i saw you shared writing asks that sounded really interesting owo pls answer 3, 4, 25, and 32 if you want to <3

hewwow my best beloved, your presence is a light on my dash <3 <3 <3

3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?

okay so like. i don't have one. i can write on my notes ap on my phone just as well as i can write at my desk. possibly this is cursed, but i think it's just what comes of four years of workshop intensive school where i needed a story a week.

i have recently not been working very hard at writing due to the, you know (gestures vaguely at the everything) so for right now i just wait until a muse strikes and then i jump and catch it.

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

...the right word at the right time?

that feels like a cop out answer but like. what even is this question.

still very obsessed with где (gde, russian for "where") tho. good mouthfeel. fun to say.

25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

...i don't think i can actually answer this. this is not how i think about characters or stories at all. realizing that the person who made this and i are on vastly different wavelengths about things lmao

32. What is a line from a poem/novel/fanfic etc that you return to from time and time again? How did you find it? What does it mean to you?

He is slow, and the sea sings to us both, but he returns to me.

man i just...

i lost my horse skippy to navicular disease, which is a degenerative hoof condition. he was so so lame by the end, and still so sweet. we knew it would only get worse (we'd already squeezed out more good years than anyone had told us he'd get). he was the kind of head empty heart full horse that made people compare him to a golden retriever. he'd stick his nose in my pockets looking for treats and he'd try to hide behind me if he was scared of something. i got him when i was 12 and had him until my sophomore year of college.

my mom scheduled his appointment to be put down when i was away at school. he was at home with my parents and her horse and the vet who'd taken care of him for 7 years, but i wasn't there. i think my mom thought it would be easier on me. i agreed, because i think i thought it would be easier on her. i regret it every single day. that was my horse and i should have been there.

he was big and red and i know exactly how sean feels about corr in the scorpio races because that was me with skippy. that's my horse. and he would have come back to me if i asked him because he always did.

i read the scorpio races for the first time about four years after skippy died. and i think puck and dove are supposed to be the more relatable pair, but for me it's always been sean and corr.

He is slow, and the sea sings to us both, but he returns to me.

that's my horse.

[gillianthecat]

hi gillian! you have so much to say about all the bls you watch (this is definitely not a bad thing, i enjoy reading what other people think about our shared interests) but i was just wondering how did you survive being a lurker? did you write your thoughts anywhere or did you just kept them to yourself? i struggle with this myself, i feel like i have so much to say about everything, but i don't really say it or share it, i happily read other people's opinions and silently agree or disagree idek where i'm going with this lmao i guess i'm just curious to know such a "talkative" and person as you was once a lurker

Hi Anon!

So interestingly, when I was a lurker I didn't watch BL at all, barely knew what it was. I joined Tumblr because of a hockey romance writer (Taylor Fitzpatrick, I'm still a big fan of her work) and then mostly started following fanfic writers. Because I mostly read fanfic for media I don't read/watch or for sports RPF in sports I don't follow (which I know makes me a bit of an outlier) I didn't have much to say about the source materials. And because my tendency when writing about stuff is to be pretty analytical and to pick works apart even when I love them, that wasn't something I was going to do in public on tumblr where any of the authors (many of whom I followed) could see it. That just felt invasive. All of which is to say, being a lurker came very naturally to me at the time; it honestly didn't really occur to me to do anything else. And I didn't write my thoughts down or share them with anyone else, my fanfic reading (indeed most of my reading) had always felt like a private part of myself. I had plenty of thoughts and comparative analyses, etc, but it just kind of bubbled up in my brain and then disappeared.

My transition into posting on here about BL happened fairly spontaneously, pretty much immediately after I started watching BL; I don't really remember consciously deciding to make that change. Perhaps I did, and it's fallen out of my mind, I do remember being a little anxious the first time I reblogged something with comments of my own, feeling worried that I would bother people or people would think I was weird or something. On the other hand, my reblog was about Pete and Vegas' kink-filled explicit sex scene, so I must not have been that nervous 😂 I do remember tagging a lot of my posts "#my ramblings" early on; that self depreciation helped me mitigate my self-consciousness about whether my words were "worthwhile." Which I've come to the surety (at least on most days) is a meaningless concept here on tumblr, people can follow you or block you, you're not forcing your words in anyone's face. Seeing all the silly stuff that does get posted has helped me get over the feeling that I'm supposed to be making "worthwhile" content.

It's very freeing (especially as a former perfectionist who once felt she had to read and analyze every single one of an author's dozen or so novels* in order to write a term paper on him) to realize that I don't have to be an expert on anything to write about it on here. I can write in the voice that I want to, and use too many adjectives and adverbs and run-on sentences, and not feel like I have to write concisely or "properly" or even "understandably" if I don't feel like it. I can just share my thoughts and reactions and even be wrong (gasp!) or ignorant (the horrors!) and nothing bad will happen. I've been fortunate in that no one has been hateful or even slightly rude to me yet (the QL community seems particularly kind, even for tumblr), but if it ever does happen, that block button is a powerful tool.

One interesting side effect (or perhaps cause, who knows how these chains of causality are linked) is that I almost never watch episodes of shows straight through anymore. I used to be a binge watcher, a whole season (or more!) in one go with barely a break. Now I almost always pause many many times an episode. Sometimes just to take a break, sometimes to write down my thoughts in the notes app or something (i'll often have two devices in front of me at once, or switch back and forth between apps/tabs/programs) or to liveblog here on tumblr. I'm now pretty much incapable of watching a show without feeling the urge to write about it. Which is both good and bad 🤷🏻‍♀️

In terms of what actually happened to get me posting: I think sometimes (like today) my brain just overflows and then I start writing and the self-consciousness mostly falls to the wayside. Which isn't a helpful suggestion if that's not what your brain does, but it is what happened.

The Advice Part:

I have a couple of ideas for you, based on possible things that could be holding you back from participating. If it's that you feel self-conscious, you can keep doing what you're doing now and sending anonymous thoughts to other bloggers. Not everyone accepts anon asks, but most people who do are happy to publish them and have a conversation with people on anon. Or you could create a sideblog, or even an entire separate blog that you use to post your thoughts about BL, in a way that might feel even more safely anonymous than your regular tumblr. You don't even have to tag anything or follow anyone if you want the cocoon of being relatively invisible while expressing your thoughts. Then, if that starts to feel more comfortable you could start tagging, or reblogging other people's stuff, and start sharing your ideas more publicly. Or stay in that cocoon forever; there is no reason to leave if that's what feels comfortable!

Or you could start (assuming you don't already) by reblogging stuff and adding comments in the tags. And if that starts to feel less scary, or like not enough room for what you want to say, you could shift to reblogging with comments in the... whatever its called, the not tags. And replying rather than reblogging might feel a little safer - it's not quite so public, only the original poster or those who intentionally look into the notes will see it.

If the issue is that you feel overwhelmed by all your ideas, or all the shows, you could pick one or two shows to talk about. Or one or two bloggers to reply to. Or set a goal for yourself of one post a week/a day/whatever works. Just something to create some structure for yourself to make it feel less overwhelming.

Looking back over your ask, I'm not even sure you were looking for advice, but... uh... here some is anyways? Feel free to write back! With questions about this, anything else, or just to chat some more. Or for an anonymous venue for your thoughts!

(One last piece of practical advice, inspired by my computer just dying on me as I was finishing this up. Save Your Drafts! Save early and often. Save whenever you have to navigate away from the editing page. Most of the time the post editor is pretty good. And it even has an autosave function now, at least sometimes, under certain conditions. Which has saved me before from losing stuff, but it's not a surefire thing. So, since it's a pain to try and recreate something painstakingly written, I do highly recommend saving early and often.)

*the novelist was Ayi Kwei Armah, for anyone curious. and it must have been less than a dozen books. but it felt like a lot. sadly I remember very little of either the books or the term paper now.

p.s. I am like so unbelievably flattered by you coming to me for advice and wanting to know my story. i'm flattered by any and all asks i've ever gotten, really. so thank you 😊

[tres-spades-hotel]

For My 1000 Followers

Hi everyone! I know it’s been ages but I’ve been getting a surge of followers lately that I had to have a look at the number. I was super surprised so I’m here to say:

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 1000 FOLLOWERS!!!!!!

*coughs* I’m an old lady …

I’m actually in my early twenties and have been pretty inactive in the Voltage/Kissed By The Baddest Bidder fandom for a few years now. Things got intense with my studies the past few years and I haven’t had much time for writing fanfiction as much as I wanted to. I even made a New Years Resolution last year to write more fanfics but that never happened.

I wanted to take a moment to discuss what’s gonna happen moving forward with this blog. When I first made it, I was at the peak of my obsession with Voltage Inc otome games and specifically, Eisuke Ichinomiya. I found Tumblr and realised it was a place to write fanfiction and fall in love with my favourite otome characters from games like KBTBB and Star Crossed Myth. Eventually, I was added to the Discord, Otome Fanatics, and became even more involved with the community, entering writing competitions, talking with likeminded people, getting to share in the love for the company and their amazing games.

Soon though, my studies were starting to catch up to me and I found myself having less time to write. Now, I’ve never been personal on this blog but I’m going to start today. My name is Olivia and I’m a postgraduate Creative Writing student who completed a Bachelors in Creative Writing. So, I’m pretty committed to my work as a writer. I wanted to make the best kind of writing that I could for these amazing characters that Voltage have fleshed out for us to play with. This does include drafting and editing like mad!

I still love Eisuke, he’s still my favourite character, but since the past couple of years, I’ve lost interest in the games, I hardly go on the app anymore. My interests have since moved onto characters from TV shows, movies, games, and book characters.

The one thing that I love the most is reading. My favourite genre is crime fiction and since April 2022, I became obsessed with Ian Rankin’s detective novel series, John Rebus. He’s a Scottish detective inspector who is always in trouble for something while trying to capture criminals all over Edinburgh. He’s a wonderful, morally grey character who gets put through the ringer more than once. I read the first book and was immediately hooked! I have collected the entire series plus some plays that Rebus stars in! I was able to read the entire series (24 books) in 8 months! I absolutely adore Rebus and plan to write fanfiction for him cause he’s amazing and my new husband! I highly recommend the series for anyone who likes crime fiction and Scotland.

My next obsession began at the end of December where I finally read American Psycho by Brett Easton Ellis. I fell in love with Patrick Bateman, which has transcended into a complete maddening obsession with Christian Bale. I mean, what an actor! And he’s so handsome! I’ve currently watched over 20 of his movies, including, The Dark Knight Trilogy, Equilibrium, 3:10 to Yuma, The Pale Blue Eye and many more. I may plan to write for Bale characters in the future but that’s still unsure.

During the pandemic, during lockdown, I finally started watching House M.D in 2020 and fell in love with Hugh Laurie and his character, Gregory House. Again, I had an obsession for ages! Hugh Laurie is an amazing actor. I also fell in love with the TV show, Chicago Fire and Taylor Kinney.

Arthur Morgan from Red Dead Redemption II stole my heart in 2018 when the game came out. I have since bought the game on Steam and fell in love with his character. There may be some fanfics for him as well that I want to write and post!

I’m gonna start rebranding this blog into a place where I can dish out my love for all these characters and reposting much more. If you have book recommendations then I would love to know what they are! I mostly read crime fiction and realist and occasionally, sci-fi and fantasy and poetry.

Eisuke and Voltage will still be in my heart and I will continue to write for him and Leon (who I was also obsessed with for a long while – I guess I just love sadistic characters!) and I may end up posting book reviews or posts rambling on about how much I love Christian Bale. For those of you who have sent in requests for Eisuke, I do plan to write those and eventually I will post them.

I’m still very grateful for all those who have followed me and have been here since the start of this blog. I know its been very quiet but hopefully that will change this year in 2023.

[staceymcgillicuddy]

I posted 178 times in 2022 (which is saying something considering I only got started this blog in November)

That's 178 more posts than 2021!

41 posts created (23%)

137 posts reblogged (77%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@cunnninghams

@hellcheerocracy

@chrissy-n-eddie

@hangon-silvergirl

@erythromanc3r

I tagged 158 of my posts in 2022

Only 11% of my posts had no tags

#don't mind if i queue - 89 posts

#hellcheer - 32 posts

#eddie munson - 21 posts

#chrissy cunningham - 21 posts

#chrissy x eddie - 20 posts

#eddie x chrissy - 18 posts

#fanfic - 17 posts

#edissy - 15 posts

#bsc diaries - 12 posts

#hellcheerxmas - 8 posts

Longest Tag: 92 characters

#there is nothing like that hit of pure adrenaline that comes with a new comment notification

My #1 post of 2022

Day 3: Chimney

December 1986 Hawkins, Indiana

@hellcheerxmas

“But how would it even work? The chimney thing?” 

Eddie blinks into awareness and looks at Chrissy, who’s been using his lap as a pillow since they finished passing their second joint of the afternoon back and forth. 

“Huh?” 

“The chimney,” she repeats, gesturing at the television, where Babes in Toyland is still playing. Chrissy’s choice, and he has no idea where she’s getting chimneys from because that movie is fucked up, even for her, but Santa’s not a participant. 

“Chris. You gotta… like. Ten thousand feet, sweetheart.” 

She gets what he means, even when he doesn’t. Lifts her head and twists her little body around, so she’s facing him. “Your chimney. In here. You guys don’t have one, so what did Wayne even tell you?” 

“That’s what you’re concerned about?” 

Blue eyes blink, and she worries her lip between her teeth. Eddie has to kiss her, so he does, only it doesn’t erase the frown marring her pretty face. 

“Eddie,” she says in that voice that means sex isn’t solving my problem, which, yeah, fair. 

“I dunno, it wasn’t, like, a thing? I never really believed in all of that.” Santa was well and good for some kids, but Eddie’s long been disabused of anything fantastical happening in real life. That probably explains the DnD thing—wanting to escape, blah blah blah—if he’s gonna get all psychoanalytical about his shortcomings. Which he isn’t. Doesn’t. Won’t.

“You didn’t?” Her voice quivers, and God, Eddie shouldn’t be so into how his childhood makes her all sweet with him as if he’s some sad Victorian waif, and she’s, like, round yon virgin, so tender and mild. 

(Only she’s not a virgin, and he thinks the tender and mild bit might be about Jesus, but whatever. The point stands.)

“Wayne did shit for me, don’t worry about it,” he says, waving it off and wrapping a hand around the back of her head to pull her close, fitting his thumb into the groove at the top of her neck like he’s done a hundred times before. “And, I dunno. The chimney thing is like… it’s magic. Probably Santa’d come through the roof vent if he had to.” 

Chrissy sighs, and she doesn’t seem satisfied, but she lets him kiss her anyway. 

Two days later, Eddie finds an elaborate cardboard chimney stuck to the outside of his locker, accompanied by a note taped to a candy cane within. 

Just in case. XOXO, C

75 notes - Posted December 3, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

Tagged by @bisexualchrissycunningham and it only took me four days to get to it, so I'm tagging anyone who hasn't done it yet!

Favourite Colour: a very particular and pleasing shade of blue that straddles the line between 'baby' and 'cornflower'

Currently Reading: Kate Morton - The Distant Hours, and Colleen Hoover - It Starts With Us because EVERYONE I KNOW is reading it and I feel obligated to at least know what's going on. Non-fiction, I'm reading Bi by Julia Shaw

Last Song: Gold Lion by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Last Series: I don't watch TV anymore, I just cry when I think about consuming new media. No, but actually, it was She-Hulk.

Last Film: Rewatch, Fellowship. Brand new, Do Revenge, which was so dumb but my God is Maya Hawke hot.

Sweet/Spicy Or Savoury: Yes

Currently Working On: The Hellcheer Christmas one-shot that was promised, in which Chrissy wears an itchy santa outfit and Eddie is really into the idea of ringing her bell. I'm also still stuck on Chapter 12 of Soul because there is a VERY SPECIFIC moment I want to get right, which means I've stopped writing altogether out of anxiety. So that's been SUPER SWELL.

In my professional life, I have a book that's back from line edit that I haven't even touched, lol. It needs proofread and, like, published? I guess? So I can make money and eat? And then I probably need to write another book or two. But Hellcheer is so much more fun. :(

[totaldramafan-lauri]

A decade on this hellsite (affectionate)

So, while I'm working on putting the finishing touches on this chapter, and am getting ready to work on other stuff as well, I...I have an announcement....

This is something I should've said yesterday, but I misremembered....

Uh...

I dunno how to say this super eloquently, but....yesterday was my 10 year anniversary on Tumblr! Wooooo!!

Yup! I joined Tumblr on November 6, 2013, and I've stayed here ever since! W-well, give or take a few hiatuses, but....I-I never LEFT, and that's what I'm celebrating....XD

When I first joined Tumblr, I did so to please a couple people I looked up to, who wanted to talk to me more. I'd been lurking on the website for quite a while beforehand, and didn't have a blog because I thought I wasn't an interesting enough person for one....and I also lowkey feared being made fun of. Yeah, I thought that Tumblr was a competition to get the biggest following, and if no one paid attention to you, you might as well not exist. That kind of mentality was pretty much drilled into me by the state of my current fandom at the time, which was ruled by a select few popular blogs and everyone else had to either conform to what they liked and hated, or get mocked.

How stupid of me, right? Tumblr is more than just the fandoms on it. Tumblr is literally whatever you make of it. You choose what to do and say, and who to engage with. Heck, even if you don't wanna talk to ANYONE, you can still use it for yourself. XD

Originally, this was purely a Total Drama fan blog. Then, over time, as I got more and more comfy with it, I talked about personal things more often, and then branched out, and just made it a me blog, in around 2015 or so. This ended up being the right choice. It became a second home, and grew with me over the years. I've gone through a lot - different special interests (many of which ended up being very important to me), a lot of personal changes, getting more comfortable with certain parts of myself - and Tumblr has captured all of that. At this point, I don't do anything for the attention. I just like putting it out there.

I've even accomplished things that 2013 me would've never tried...like, slowly embracing self-shipping culture, and all the fics I've written because of it. In 2013, I had my fictional crushes, but I was embarrassed about them and usually hid them behind OCs. And I'd never written a full fanfic. I was a former roleplayer. And now....Holy crap, I'm not saying I'm a GREAT writer, but...t-to try it, like it, and then KEEP DOING IT?? I call that an accomplishment....

I've met many people, including good friends, and....I-I like to think that....I-I've matured thanks to it. When you're in one place for a decade, it really influences you a lot, even in less obvious ways. I was a LOT more spontaneous ten years ago. I-I said some insensitive stuff that I didn't realize at the time. I stuck my nose in places it didn't belong, and I let myself get too pressed over the opinions of people I didn't even like. I don't do any of that anymore. I'm a lot more picky with what sides of my fandoms I talk to now. I'm still not perfect, but I've grown a lot, and it's cool to think....that this blog is essentially a document of my emotional journey.

(Not to mention all the Eurovision seasons, heheh....)

Does that mean my old posts from 2013 and 2014 are worth reading nowadays? HECK no, but I'm happy they exist.

I-I'm sorry that this is so word-vomit-y, but......point is, thanks for ten years. Here's hoping I'm still here in 2033. Until then.....I-I have an update:

I dunno why I didn't do this sooner, but I have a "Current Interests" page now, which I plan to update frequently. This'll make it easier to keep track of what I'm into at the present time. So that I no longer have to hide anything....just...laying it all out there for people.

I thought I needed it. I've just been lazy for waaaaay too long. XD I need to act my age and let people know what they're getting into.

[scattered-winter]

qpr buddietalia... <333 my third eyes is wide open, thank u <3

btw, i agree with the disclaimer you posted! my relationship with Buddie The Ship and Buddie The Fandom are two very very very different things that i need to keep separate for my own sanity. you see, i love canon buddie as they are, and i personally do not think that it's realistic for them to become a romantic couple as of now (but you never know if there will be a massive shift in writing in the future), but i definitely love how people use the canon moments to write beautiful romantic buddie fanfics. their canon closeness and silliness and chemistry is superb fodder for my heart and soul– and what people do with it to create heartwarming stories is fantastic! it's a lovely ship that is blessed with tons of amazing writers.

however, around season 4, the buddie tumblr fandom started getting more hateful and the hate for other characters (especially female ones) got so loud and disproportionate that i simply had to unfollow the entire fandom. i could not even read buddie fic for 2 years and deleted most of my bookmarks of it because i could not stand the ship anymore. it left a horrible bitterness in my mouth imagining the characters even. and that was so sad to experience because ik that ultimately, the characters and the ship itself are not to blame. but the fandom experience was able to poison everything else to me, so i had to leave it behind for awhile. stopped watching 911, stopped seeing any 911 content on my dash. now, i am back to casually watching the show, and i can enjoy buddie fics again (thankfully, most of them tag character bashing correctly, so it feels safe enough to me), but i decided to never engage with any other buddie content (gifsets and such). i tried, but i often end up seeing twisted facts or misinterpretations or character hate interwoven in them that i just cannot stand anymore. i am a firm believer that buck and eddie girlies (gn) would actually kill each other if they weren't shipping buddie, but that's a totally different can of worms about the 911 fandom that i don't wanna open here lol.

what i mean to say is... enjoying a ship does not mean that we have to be 100% uncritical of the fandom! i do not think that you are a hater for bringing up reasonable critique! it can be a difficult balancing act sometimes, though, with how fast others sometimes judge fellow shippers in bad faith. i hope that whoever enjoys buddie in any capacity knows that they can enjoy it however they like, and that they should never feel pressured to enjoy it a certain way just because the fandom seems to dictate it. all this should be about your personal joy! romantic or platonic or qp buddie?? it's all good, as long as you enjoy yourself imo.

sending love, i hope you have a great day today! <3

YEAH I'm sorry it's been such a bad experience for u !! it always sucks ass when fandom takes the fun out of something :(

THANKFULLY I've sort of curated a little corner for myself in the fandom where I'm basically doing whatever the fuck I want and if everyone else leaves me alone I leave them alone (what I like to call Ye Olde Wild Animal Method) (and I don't think I have enough actual influence in this fandom to really piss anyone off which works for me I'm just vibing) and so far it's been working for me!! but I wasn't in the fandom to experience the Big Shift so. who can say. if there's anything the dc fandom has taught me, it's how to ignore 90% of a fandom for ur own sanity ndbsmvslsb

[duskvsdawn]

MLQC Fanfic - Gavin X Reader Smut

AN: I’m still figuring this whole “posting on tumblr thing out”. I kind of have to combine using my pc with mobile, because for some reason I can’t add mature tags on desktop and the “read more” section seems to move around when you post between pc and mobile... Bear with me! If anyone can tell me how to add a mature tag to my post on desktop, and make the “read more” section stay in the same place on both desktop and mobile, I would really appreciate it!

CW: Alcohol use, mentions of feeling depressed, and sex obviously. I think that’s about it.

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You lay on your couch, curled up into a ball. You left work early because you fainted and felt sick. Your boss told you to go home and get some rest. So now you’re lying there, feeling embarrassed and like a failure. You decide to watch some tv to try and get your mind off of things.

“One week off of work. I guess I really needed a break after all. Gavin warned me so many times already to do that. I’m just not like that.” You say to yourself with a sigh.

 As you browse through the channels, you eventually find one with cooking shows and such. You love watching that stuff. As you watch the chef cut different products with skill and explain all kinds of tips and tricks, you start dozing off.

“Hey [y/n], I’m home!”

Gavin’s home, it seems. It woke you up.

“Where are you honey?” He asks as he walks in to the kitchen, usually seeing you there around this time.

“I’m here…” You meekly answer as you roll yourself up into your blanket.

“Hey honey, didn’t expect to see you here. Hey what’s wrong?” He asks as he notices your unusual sad face.

“Nothing, it’s fine.” You answer as you make room for him to sit next to you.

“Yeah, you’re definitely not fine. What’s up, come on tell me.”

“I… I got sent home for a week for a break.”

“Is that so… What happened?” He asks, thoughtfully.

“I fainted right before a meeting. When I woke up I felt sick.”

“I’m sorry to tell you this, but I told you so baby.” He says with a sweet smile as he puts your head onto his lap, gently stroking your hair.

“I know… I know… So I guess I have a sort of vacation now.”

“You really needed one. You’ve been working nonstop for months now. I barely got to see you anymore.”

“I know… I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok baby. Well, I don’t have anything scheduled for this weekend so we can just chill and relax. Doesn’t that sound nice for a change? The two of us, doing nothing special and just have some us-time.”

“That does sound nice…” You say as you entangle your hand in his, softly kissing it.

“How about I make dinner for a change? Or would you prefer some take-out?”

“I’m not really hungry.”

“Come on honey, its dinner time, you need some food.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t cook today…” You whisper as you feel tears welling up in your eyes, feeling like even more of a disappointment.

“Ssshh, it’s alright baby.” Gavin says as he pulls you into a hug.

 And then the two of you just sit there for a while. You can’t help the tears that are flowing at this point, all the built up emotions finally escaping. And Gavin just hugs you, kisses you and shushes you to calm you down. After a little while, you feel a little better.

 “Why does crying make people so hungry?” You suddenly ask through your tears, which are getting less and less now.

“Not sure. Feeling any better?” He asks as he wipes a tear from your cheek.

“Yeah… Thanks.”

“For what?”

“Just being here I guess.”

“Anytime, sweetie. What do we got in the fridge? I’ll make some dinner.”

“There’s some leftovers from yesterday we could eat if you want.”

“I meant actually cooking, but fine with me.” Gavin says as he gets up, kisses you on the forehead and disappears into the kitchen.

 You just sit there on the couch, rolled into your blanket, thinking about how strange life can be. How did you ever get lucky enough to even hook up with Gavin in the first place? He is way too sweet for this world. Drowned in your thoughts, you are suddenly snapped back to reality as a hand waves in front of your face.

 “A penny for your thoughts.” Gavin says with a chuckle as he puts down two plates and utensils.

“Huh, what? Oh.” You say sheepishly as you take your plate and quietly start eating.

“Are you alright? You still seem out of it.”

“Ah, give it a day… I’ll be fine.”

“Alright sweetheart.” Gavin answers as he kisses you on your cheek, browsing through the channels on tv.

 “So…”

“Hmm? What’s up?”

“Is it bad that I kind of feel like drinking tonight?”

“I can’t blame you. Do we still have anything in the house?”

“Not sure.”

“Hold on.” Gavin says as he walks over the liquor cabinet.

 “We still have some vodka and whiskey. Wouldn’t want to drink them mixed though.” He says with a chuckle as he brings over the vodka and two glasses, knowing that’s your favorite drink.

“Yeah, that’d be bad.” You say as you finish your dinner, filling up your glass.

“Don’t try to overdo it, for your sake.” Gavin warns you, worried about your previous struggles with alcohol.

“I’m sorry, I can’t promise anything tonight.” You answer as you quickly take a big sip, coughing at the burn in your throat.

“Guess I’ll just have to take care of you then. Not that I mind…” He says as he fills up a glass for himself and pulls you into a hug on the couch, blankly watching tv.

“Hmm… Gavin?”

“Yes, [y/n]?”

“What have I ever done to deserve you? Why are you with me when there are so many other cute girls out there?” You ask as you take another sip.

“Well, because I love you, silly.”

“That’s not what I mean. Why do you love me?”

“Hmm, let’s see. You always care a lot for others, you are very honest… And you’re just a damaged person trying to make the best of her life, and I admire your constant courage to go on. Those are a few of the reasons.”

“Oh…”

“Not the answer you expected?” He asks as a takes a sip of his drink.

“Not really, no.”

“Well, too bad. It’s the truth.” He says as he puts down his glass, pulling you into a kiss.

“I- Mmm!”

“I just really wanted to do that.” Gavin says with a dark chuckle as he casually takes another sip.

 And the two of you just sit there for a while, cuddling, drinking, watching tv. After what feels like an hour, you put down your glass and pull him into a hug.

 “Honey, what are you doing?” He asks you as he puts down his glass, about as tipsy as you are.

“I just…” You finally say in a whisper as you hide your face in his neck.

“Something wrong?” He asks as he softly strokes your head.

“I’m just… I think I’m getting horny.”

“Is that so?” He asks with a husky voice as he moves your hair out of the way to kiss your neck.

“A-ah… N-no… Not there…” You whimper.

“Don’t be like that. I know how sensitive this spot is. As I’ve kissed it millions of times. And I’d love to kiss it a million times more.” He says in a low whisper against your red glowing ear.

“A-Ah! Gavin! Stop being so fucking romantic.” You say in a sweet moan as you wrap your arms around him, basically pressing your body into his.

 For a moment, he stops and looks at you. His eyes seem to mirror what you feel right now. Love and lust. Deep desire to please the other. You can’t help but just slam your lips on to his and kiss him for what feels like ages. You move your hands under his shirt to touch his warm skin as he starts doing the same to you. He quickly undoes your bra to touch the naked skin of your breasts, gently pinching your nipples.

 “G-Gavin… I want you… Please...” You beg him with a soft moan as your wrap your arms around his neck.

“Mmm, I’d love to. Hold on to me.” He says as he moves to pick you up bridal style.

 You tighten your grip on his neck for support as he carries you up the stairs. He carries you into the bedroom, softly laying you down on the bed. He then lays next to you, pulling you into a hug and kissing you. The kissing soon enough changes into a full-blown heated make-out session. Clothes disappear every now and then. He then pulls you into another hug.

 “I fucking love you.” He finally says as he kisses your cheek.

“I love you too… Please… Show me how much you love me.” You beg him in a desperate whisper, wanting nothing more than him inside you right now.

“Don’t worry love, I will.” He says as he moves in between your legs.

“Please… I need you.” You say as you wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer to you.

“I need you more. And I need you now.” He says as he slowly pushes inside of you, pulling your upper body up so he can hug you properly.

“S-shit!” You his as your body adjusts to his size, burying your face in his neck, smelling his scent.

“Are you alright baby?” He asks worriedly as he kisses your cheek.

“Y-yeah… I’m fine… It just feels so good to have you inside of me. It’s been too long…” You say with a happy sigh as you kiss him.

“It has been. Is it ok to move?” He asks as he entangles one of his hands in your hair.

“Please do. I can’t wait any longer.”

“Me neither. I love you.” He says as he starts thrusting his hips.

“A-ah! I love y-you too!” You moan as you instantly feel in utter bliss, your body enjoying all of him after such a long time.

 For the first time, the sex between you two feels more focused on the love for each other than the sheer lust. Since it has been so long that the two of you had sex, all the two of you tell each other is how much you love them. But of course that wouldn’t last forever. After a while, you want more. Your body demands more friction.

 “G-Gavin! Please! More!” You beg him, shivering and whimpering in his arms.

“Anything for you babe.” He says in a low growl as he speeds up, deepening his thrusts as well.

“S-shit! Oh my god! I needed this so fucking much! Oh god, yes!” You moan out loud as you tighten your grip on him.

“You feel so goddamn good… Fuck…” He hisses as he leaves love bites along your neck and shoulders.

“S-so good!”

“I love you so fucking much.” Gavin growls as he moves you slightly in his lap, his pelvis now rubbing against your clit as well.

“A-ah! G-Gavin! If you keep this up, I’m… I’m…”

“Are you getting close, love?”

“Y-yes! S-so close!” You whimper as you feel the familiar pressure build up in your lower body.

“Wait for me baby… I’m close too…” He answers in a low moan, then proceeding to slam his lips onto yours.

“I can’t hold it!” You beg as you break the kiss to take a breath.

“Me neither… Cum for me sweetheart.” Gavin whispers into your ear, this instantly sends you over the edge.

“A-ah! Gavin!” You scream out as you orgasm, digging your nails into his skin.

“Damn, [y/n]… I’m gonna… Oh fuck!” Gavin growls as he releases inside of you.

 “Hah… Hah… Oh gosh…” You finally manage to bring out as you pant, trying to catch your breath.

“That… I needed that.” Gavin whispers as he kisses you while he pulls out, moving to lay you down.

He then lays down next to you and pulls you into a hug.

“Mmm… Me too…” You whisper as you move strand of hair away from his forehead that is now stuck down with sweat.

“And now, let’s sleep.” He says as he pulls the blanket onto you both, then moving back to hug you.

“Mmm, good plan.” You say as you lay your head close to his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

“I love you sweetheart.” He whispers as he kisses the top of your head.

“I love you too…” You answer with a happy sigh as you tighten your grip on him.

 Soon enough, you drift off to sleep.