#hey if you are reading the tags I want you to know that you are so very good. wow wat an awesome person and I love you dearly.

[cognitiveoverload]

Pillow fort (Spencer Reid x reader)

summary: You get home early, only to find your husband and daughter reading in a pillow fort.

tags: afab!reader, established relationship.

wc: 0.6k

It’s almost seven in the evening when you get out of the taxi in front of the house, but to your surprise, the lights in the house are off. Sure, Spencer didn’t know you caught an earlier flight, but he’s supposed to be home with Lyla by now. Did he take her somewhere? Maybe to have dinner with your parents? Or did they go to Dave’s house again?

Letting out a disappointed sigh, you open the front door and walk inside, already planning how you’ll pass the time until the others come home. A bath sounds nice for starters, preferably with a glass of wine and some music, because you can’t stand the idea of staying here in complete silence. Yes, taking care of your daughter can be tiring, but you love her more than anything, and if the price of being alone is being away from her, you’d rather not want it.

You pull the suitcase next to the bottom of the stairs, contemplating whether you should empty it or take a bath first, but then your train of thought is interrupted when your ears pick up a faint noise from upstairs. The worst case scenario, the idea of an intruder in the house, is already setting off the alarm in your brain, and you wish Spencer was here with you.

But when you pull out your phone to dial 911, a familiar sound breaks the silence. “We’re in my study!” your husband calls out.

Dammit, you almost had a heart attack. What are they doing up there? Shaking your head, you begin to move in that direction, already planning to have a nice long chat about scaring you with him. But when you reach the door, your anger disappears, and your heart is filled with warmth at the sight of the pillow fort they built in the middle.

Spencer and Lyla sit next to each other inside, using a flashlight to read a book together. Well, or rather your daughter reads and her father waits for her to catch up. Either way, they both look happy, and you can’t even be mad at them for not greeting you when you kneel in front of the entrance.

“Hey, you two. What are you doing in the dark?” you ask with a smile.

Your little girl reaches for the flashlight Spencer is holding for her, then she begins to shake it. “We have a flashlight, Mom, it’s not completely dark,” she corrects you.

A humorless laugh leaves you, but you don’t say anything. A little smartass, just like her father. Your eyes turn to the man in question, only to find him watching you with a wide smile on his face. Raising an eyebrow, you urge him to say what he wants.

“You’re home early,” he notes.

Nodding, you sit back on your heels. “Thought I would surprise you.”

Spencer reaches out for your hand, and you take his without hesitation. “Well, consider me surprised. Answering your question, we’re studying.” You tilt your head to the side, waiting for a little more straightforward response. “Literature. Well, Russian literature.”

“Please, tell me it’s not realism,” you say with a sigh. When your husband shrugs with a nonchalant smile, you roll your eyes at him. “Spence, she’s eight.”

“It’s Gogol’s Overcoat. Just a short story, but she loves it.” To confirm her father’s statement, Lyla begins to nod with a happy smile on her face.

Nodding, you squeeze Spencer’s hand twice, then drop it to stand up. ”Well, while you two bookworms are reading here, Mom will go and have a nice, long bath now. Knowing you, young lady, we’ll have another fight about bedtime anyway.” Before you leave, you lean down and blow a kiss to them. “Love you both.”

[adieutristana]

hey, so i know that these kinds of posts have been flooding the jinx x reader tag lately, but i wanted to give my piece. i have a new jinx fic in the works, keep an eye out for that :)

i don’t write for men, and i never have. i’ve never seen why i would, considering that i’m a lesbian. i also never have seen why they would want to read my fics, seeing as they’re not the target audience.

my mentality when i see most female character x male reader fics is neutral. it’s not for me, why would i care? if men want to have their own spaces in the community, good for them, it doesn’t affect me. if they’re not writing about canon, confirmed lesbians, it really doesn’t matter. as much as i headcanon characters, everyone has their own headcanons as well. and most of all, these characters aren’t real. if lgbt representation isn’t being taken and it’s not something illegal being written about, why does it matter? do people not have lives outside of tumblr?

in my opinion, misandry doesn’t exist and never will. misogyny kills women, while misandry hurts men’s feelings at worst. in just the us, women were not granted no-fault divorce or the right to have a bank account in their own name until less than 100 years ago. women are having their reproductive rights threatened to this day. several countries are facing femicides- spain, turkey, and greece to name a few. women fear for their lives when driving, when walking after dark, when in the workplace. women are excluded from industries that have anything to do with STEM, along with many others.

not to mention the transmisogyny many of the men attacking writers have spewed. trans women, especially black trans women are one of the most threatened groups. trans women ARE women, point blank period. someone writing a character as trans does not cancel out the fact that they’re still a woman.

i purposely chose to attend a women’s college so that i wouldn’t have to fear for my safety when walking around campus or to my residence hall. that wasn’t the only reason, but it was a major factor. i’m constantly paranoid when i’m in an uber. i’m afraid to say no to men when flirted with in fear that they’ll act violently.

to reiterate: misandry does not exist. this is fanfiction, and if you’re so upset that the majority of arcane x reader fics are wlw, you’re more than welcome to write your own and make your own spaces, just like we have. but calling us delusional and throwing slurs will only make us want to include you less.

this is the last thing i’ll say about it. thanks for reading and to my women, don’t let this discourage you from being active in the community and putting out your work. 🖤

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

Hey, sorry if you already answered this question before, but I would like to enjoy some Welsh media, like songs, tv-shows/movies or books. Do you have any recommendations? Also, happy holidays and a happy new year!

Hello! I hope your holidays were happy.

I'm assuming you're asking for Welsh-language media specifically, so that's what I'll offer; if you want anything from the rest of Wales, give me a shout.

Music - so, my personal Welsh-language playlist on Spotify is here, which may contain things to interest you as a sort of jumping-off point to explore an artist more. I'll also put my Welsh music tag on this post, though, so you can check that and see what recommendations others have made on my posts in the past. You'll find people recommending Adwaith and Gwenno and people like that, see, neither of whom I particularly like and so don't have on my list, but are pretty popular. The true cultural tour-de-force for young Welsh speakers is Sebona Fi, by Yws Gwynedd - if you listen to no other, listen to that one.

TV and Film - tricky because availability is difficult. I gave some recent recs here; others to consider are Ar y Ffin (the big current drama on S4C), 35 Diwrnod (sort of a thriller - each series focuses on a murder, which you see in the opening minutes, and then rewinds to 35 days before it happened. You then watch the events play out. Kind of murder mystery, but no detectives), and...

Actually, maybe check out Hansh across its various platforms? It specialises in little short pieces (a few minutes each) that could be comedy skits, documentary shorts about a social issue, cultural round ups of the various gigs happening this week in Wales, etc. Very diverse. Their target audience is, basically, Millennials And A Bit Under. They also do longer form variety things on S4C, but the shorter stuff is on FB, YouTube, etc.

Oh, and my husband has a kids variety show coming out in the next few months! I don't know what I'm allowed to say yet, but I'll definitely blog about it closer to the time.

Books - Obviously I don't know your tastes in books, but my recs:

Absolutely anything by Mihangel Morgan. He's the gold standard if you're learning, because his language is lovely and accessible; but also if you're a fluent speaker, because he writes mundane sci-fi and slightly absurd horror and things like that, all with an undercurrent of social commentary, and his stuff is absolutely fantastic. Dan Gadarn Goncrit is my husband's favourite book of all time in any language; meanwhile, I was given Saith Pechod Marwol at A Level and fucking loved it. I believe he's had one book translated into English, too - Melog. I've not read it in either, but I've heard great things.

Y Llyfrgell, by Fflur Dafydd (the author is also on my music playlist). Here's the blurb:

On a cold February morning, in the year 2020, Dan, a porter at the National Library of Wales, is committing his daily offence against the regime. Greeting him at the door is Eben, a biographer, itching to be admitted. But, they are both unaware that Ana and Nan, two librarians intent on revenge, are on the brink of changing the history of the National Library of Wales forever. This novel transforms the peaceful atmosphere of the National Library into a theatrical set full of possibilities - where bullets cut through the silence, the Reading Room is a cell, and the Library itself is an anti-hero of our literature...

Spectacular book, won the Gwobr Goffa Daniel Owen at the Eisteddfod in 2009.

I hope anything in there is useful!

[recycledmoviecostumes]

hey, just wanted to let you know that more people will see your posts if you put spaces in the tags (Julie Andrews vs JulieAndrews). If you put the spaces in, they'll show up for people following the movie/actor/etc tags but not otherwise. Anyway, great blog, love your work!

Thank you so much!

The reason I am unable to do that, is because I do not post directly to Tumblr anymore. My tumblr feed imports from as social scheduler that schedules to multiple platforms - and hashtags on Insta and Facebook are sans spaces.

I have had to go with an auto scheduler for social channels to save time, as I simply don't have the time to dedicate to posting every single day, individually, on multiple platforms. Even loading the tumblr queue with literally hundreds of posts takes longer than I have, sadly.

So it was either have it import from a scheduler, or scrap tumblr altogether. I didn't want to do that, because I know I've got a lot of enthusiastic followers here, and also let's face it...Tumblr is the best social platform. I mean, it just is. Hands down. No offense to other platforms...and...I am NOT using a social scheduler to write this message, so no other platforms can see me say this and get jealous...

Anyway, using an auto scheduler is imperfect, but I've got to do the best I can with the very little time that I have.

It really does mean a lot to me that you took the time to want to help Recycled Movie Costumes find more viewers! For real, that's such a kind thing to take the time to do! You are awesome, anon!

And thank you to ALL of my viewers/readers who take the time to read, reblog, share, write me messages both public and private, etc. You all mean the world to me!

[bloodinwine]

I don't know you, I love you Chapter One: The Sweet Spot [read on a03] pairing: astarion X effy (female OC)

it's love at first sight except it doesn't feel like the first time

It was four-o-clock on a Sunday at The Sweet Spot. Everything was 10% off and they had a buy-one-get-one free deal on lube. Management (also known as Mama) had been trying to sell overstock for weeks but still refused to budge on markdown.

Goblin dildos were so 1799.

It was 1800 and orcs were in.

The store was dead.

From behind the counter, Effy was humming to a song playing off her Chest of Chords while zeroing in on the store’s front window–the only one it had. It gave her a rectangular view of the sky, as colorful as the wall of vibrators below it.

Oranges, pinks and purples.

When all the colors went away, Effy bid the sun farewell and another day of hours wasted.

“Hey.”

A set of keys were slapped onto the counter by a hand covered in dried paint.

Effy looked up at Charity who was pulling a hood over her bright, blue hair.

“I’m heading out now, you take over,” she said.

Effy stood up fast, red heels clacking as she tried to catch up to her sister already heading for the door. “Chari, no! Please don’t go. I don’t want to be by myself tonight. Can’t you just–”

Chari sighed. “Stop it, Eff. You know I’m running out of time to prepare for the gallery .”

Effy hugged Chari’s arm. “But what am I to do for the next three hours? We haven’t had a single customer in the last three. Not one.”

Chari pried herself free, which wasn’t hard for her to do; she was much stronger. “Well … maybe Pete from BG-Mobile will come over to pay a visit.”

Effy cringed, her whole body rejecting the thought. “Okay, you can go now.”

“Don’t forget to drink water, love you, bye.”

“Don’t forget I’m your favorite sister, love you, bye.”

The bell above the door chimed as Chari left and the door closed behind her.

Effy sighed and walked to the window’s edge, checking to make sure Chari got in her car safely. Knowing she was watching, her little sister saluted her before pulling away.

Gods. She’d much rather tag along to help prepare for Chari’s art show. But someone had to watch the store. The downside of family business was that sometimes it was all business and no family.

Effy walked slowly from the end of the window to the other, from the welcome sign to a small corner shelf of erotica. She could follow Chari’s buggy this way—just until she’d hit a stop sign before veering right and disappearing completely from view. But just as Chari rolled to a stop, the point of Effy’s heel kicked into something.

She looked down. Her gaze landing on the new shipment of dildos Mama says her friend Stormie swears by. The box was half open, Chari must have forgotten to unpack it. Effy glanced back out the window, but her sister was already gone.

“Be safe, babyblue,” she said.

Well … back to work.

Effy opened the box and shielded her eyes from a sudden flash of brilliance. When her eyes adjusted, she looked back down at what had to be the shiniest, most golden dildos she’d ever seen. She pulled one out, stood up and smacked it into her other hand to test its weight.

Hmm. It was nice. Solid. Had good density. Effy became curious to learn its name.

“The Cock of Lathander,” she read. Above the title was a sticker, celebrating the turn of the century.

1800–the era of dreams. 

Meh. Effy had enough of those. In most of them she was being whisked away to freedom by some handsome man who was obsessed with her.

Speaking of, maybe after she put all these dildos away she could play Eternal Nights on her faePhone. As of last night (very late into the night), she needed to make a choice. Prince Kieran had given her an ultimatum to choose him, or his sworn enemy, the dark knight—Phoenix. Prince Kieran was so very handsome and very sweet, but Phoenix …

A distant rumble from outside yanked her from her thoughts and Effy looked back out the window. A black bike sped down the road, except this was no ordinary bike. A shadow clung to its sleek shape, flickering in its ghostly headlights. Effy watched in awe, as those very same lights veered into the parking lot.

She recognized it; at the club, men often talked about getting one.

The Wraith—fastest bike there ever was. It made her poor Ruby look like the ugliest car there ever was.

Please don’t park next to me. Pleaseee.

The man–judging from his form–did not. Thank the gods.

He parked under the only lamplight, closer to BG Mobile. Tendrils of shadow dissipated when he turned the engine off. By now, Effy’s face was practically smooshed to the glass as he swung his leg off the bike in a motion so sensual, it made her jealous of the seat he’d been riding.

He grabbed underneath his full helmet and removed it, revealing white curls and pointed ears. With the helmet tucked under his arm, he began to walk. And Effy quickly realized it was in her direction.

“Fuck.”

She took a few steps back from the wall and realized she was still holding the Cock of Lathander in her hands.

“Fuck!” The dildo was chucked back into the box, and the box was picked up just as quickly. But Effy miscalculated the weight and dropped it and watched a sea of the Sun god’s dick hit the floor and flop around her feet—just as the bell to the front door chimed.

Mortified, she slowly looked up.

The man was looking down at the mess she made with a raised brow and half a smile before he lifted his face to her.

His eyes were red. Beautiful.

And for some reason, so heart-wrenchingly familiar.

“Have we met before?” she thought to ask.

But he beat her to it.

[mrfellsans]

Crazy to think it's almost 2025..currently 9pm while I'm writing this and I wanted to say a few things

I might get into a bit of sensitive topics so be aware!

If you don't wanna read everything I wrote it's fine, short note:

thank you guys so much, sorry I didn't draw anything! have an amazing new year and I'm wishing you all the best genuinely from the bottom of my heart ❤

Hey first off I wanted to start it on a nice note and say HAPPY NEW YEARS TO ALL AND ALL OF MY MOOTS, you guys really changed me I mean I made SO many friends online and I'm so grateful for that and I'm also grateful for all the friends I already have that stuck to me or the people I got to know and get closer to this year. Just letting all of you know, my followers, friends, etc that I love you all dearly and I thank you all so much for the support you have no idea how much all of your kind words mean to me I love you all, adding onto that I was also able to improve my art a lot and I'm so proud of myself for that! If you have anything you have improved in just remember it and be proud of yourself for it!

And now to get a bit deep, this year was a roller coaster for me, especially during the end where a lot of stuff was going on with me. I remember at the start of 2024 I thought that I wouldn't live to see it be 2025 and my hopelessness peaked near the end and I was sure that I wouldn't make it, I was in such a horrible place but my family, you guys, other friends and people, you helped me stay here just long enough to see another day and realize that things aren't that bad, I thank everyone that has helped me get through it even when I felt like it wasn't worth it anymore and I have no idea how to thank everyone for it but thank you deeply from the bottom of my heart.

And to end it off, some goals I have next year is to improve more on me and my art. I really wanna learn how to animate, learn anatomy better, just in general I wanna learn SO much more in the art world and I hope this new year I'll achieve that!

I love you all.

And I hope you have an amazing new year ❤

-Selever

@yago-undertale @luigigirl12 @candymagnolia @izzy-the-chaotic-gremlin @moonflower-pies @cutechan555 @paras1t1c-squ1dd @bigboybird @trasho-pando2011 @tv-peppino @miaar10112 @pizzatowet13 @misdreavusplush @echostarsys @fluffygiraffe @nightofthephant0ms @yourlocalxiaosimp @idiotspage @mattplatonic @alan-william @radaverse @ask-crow-aus @the-rainbow-sandwich @panhbr @mrcarrotcakestuff @sa1tamasbiggestfan @djeycartanime05 @somecartoonisttalkshere @bellagrimfox @noir-ish-bee @lunar-dal @alice-the-demon @sunny-ismyname and literally many others

Sorry for the tag I just looked for moots that popped up on my notification box or I could think of at the top of my head so if you weren't included please don't feel bad, this is meant for all my moots and followers to see and yea pretty much! (＾ｖ＾) 

[writersrkive]

hi!! i just read your spencer fic about telling him not to shut up. i specifically loved the fact that the reader’s first language isn’t english, i feel like the majority of the fandom doesn’t have english as their first language.

could you write something where the reader’s first language isn’t english and they’re having trouble with their paperwork because people tend to use a lot of difficult words, and spencer notices it and helps them out? maybe reader often stays late to finish working because they need to read sentences multiple times to fully understand them?

if you don’t feel like writing this feel free to skip or write anything else <3

(it’s getting late for me here but i look forward to reading more of your work when i come back from work tomorrow :)

have a good day!!

A little help never hurts | Spencer Reid

summary: Paperwork days are hell, especially for you, since English isn't your first language. You don't say anything to any of your coworkers because you're afraid they will see you as incapable of doing your work, but one genius boy might have been looking at you a lot and definitely notices something is wrong. He is determined to help you. An extra help never hurts, right?

genre: fluff, comfort

pairing: early seasons!Spencer Reid x bau!reader

warnings: English isn't reader's first language, mention of reader being from another country (I think that's all, but let me know!)

a/n: Omg, my second request! I loved the idea, thanks! I hope you like it rebel-ezra (does this notify you when I answer your inbox or do I have to tag people when it's not anon? lol, sorry). I'm excited to see how much you enjoy this one, and I'm sorry if it's not as good as you expected. English isn't my first language, please be kind <3.

Happy New Year, reader! I hope you can get distracted a little with this fic if, if you need to. You did it! Next year we have more people, places and things to know, hugs!

important: Are you guys interested in being in a Criminal Mind's tag list for my fics? If that's the case, let me know in the comments, please. I might be doing one if there's enough people.

Masterlist Spanish ver. On Wattpad (coming soon)

The feeling of pressure on your head and the emptiness of your stomach has stressed you since a few hours ago. You didn't have anything to eat since the doughnut and cup of coffee that García offered you in the morning when she arrived. But you weren't close to going home.

Paperwork was always a pain in the ass, but especially for the poor newest member of the BAU. Why is that? Well, your mother language wasn't English, and of course you had a good level —otherwise you wouldn't have the opportunity to study and work in the U.S.A.—, but the documents were too formal and technical given the seriousness of the issues being discussed.

“Shit.” You whispered, typing a new confusing and complicated word on your computer for the third time in an hour.

“Hey, do you want to go to my place after work? Tonight seems like a free night, if duty doesn't call.” Emily had approached you with a warm smile, knowing that paperwork was never easy.

“Thanks, Em. But I think tonight I'm going home to rest. It's been a long week.” But you gave that answer because at that point, it was routine to stay way later than your workmates.

Spencer was coming back from the bathroom, ready to take his stuff and go home. It was really late, so he thought he was the only one besides Hotch in the office. However, he saw you at your desk: your head resting on a dictionary, the computer next to you and several post-it notes stuck in the drawers of your desk.

He called your name twice, but of course the sleep you were immersed in did not allow you to hear it. Footsteps were heard in the darkness. There were just a few desk lamps on, that's why he was able to see your peaceful expression. He touched your shoulder slightly and when you opened your eyes, all you saw was a shy smile.

“Reid, what's wrong?” You asked, feeling your head throbbing.

“Are you okay? You fell asleep.” He whispered.

“Oh… Yeah… I'm okay.”

“Are you sure? You seem pretty tired. It's late so maybe you should go home”

“Don't worry. I have work to get done anyway.” You sighed, remembering how you still had to review a quarter of documents.

“What? But you have been working on this for hours.”

His comment made you blush. Of course you haven't told anyone how hard it was to review every document twice or even thrice to be sure that you didn't misunderstand or mistranslate anything. Somehow you felt that if anyone knew they would criticize or mock you. Not that you thought about your coworkers being mean, but through your journey of learning another language and moving from your country, you met all kinds of people. Also, you didn't want to be seen as weak or incapable of doing your job.

“Today was just a lot, that's all.”

“You usually work quickly, though I think I know what's going on. You keep a dictionary on your desk and usually carry a pocket version in your backpack, the days when you leave work late are paperwork days and you usually close the translator tab on your computer as soon as someone approaches your desk.” He explained looking around your stuff as if he was analyzing everything. “Is it about the language?”

“Yes, yes it is, okay? There, I said it!” Your frustrated tone made Spencer realise how tired you were about the situation. You didn't even try to deny it, you just hid your face around your arms, leaning on your desk —as if you were recreating the position he found you asleep previously—.

“Hey, but what's wrong with that?” He asked softly.

“What do you mean ‘what's wrong with that'? I'm supposed to understand everything that is on the documents, but I become slower because I have to verify and translate information that I don't understand because it is a more technical language.” The words were audible enough to him even though your face was still hidden.

“Do you realize English isn't your first language, right?” He tried to get you to look at him, but it didn't work. “Everyone in this work has difficulties when it comes to other languages. You don't have to feel bad because it's happening to you.”

“Does it happen to you?” Your shy eyes met his.

“Not really.” He answered with a hint of a cocky smile.

“See?”

“Well, I didn't say anything about me, you were the one who asked. Besides, I'm trying to be more sociable.” His comment made you chuckle slightly, but that chuckle became a laugh when you repeated what he said in your mind. “You are really funny, do you know that?”

“A-Am I?” The way you were looking at him, with a tired, yet cute, expression and a little smile, made his heart skip a beat.

“Yeah…”

“Well, I can also be of great help at work. Let me help you with the files.”

“It's not necessary.”

“It is. You need to rest, so let me get started while you go to the machine for something to eat. A little help never hurts.” He whispered, already taking the documents.

“Fine.”

A few minutes later you returned with an open package of cookies. You stopped for a moment, admiring the furrowed eyebrows of the genius boy who was reading the files with a lot of attention. Then you realized how fortunate you were for having coworkers like him. Or maybe was he himself the one who was so amazing that you would never get tired of working with him.

“Agent. Can I talk with you for a second?” Hotch's voice welcomed you the next morning.

Spencer's view followed your figure to the boss’ office and that didn't go unnoticed by his best friend.

“Pretty boy had fun yesterday?” Derek teased.

“What?”

“You know… Penelope said that last night Hotch wasn't the only one who left work late. You and our new colleague had a date at work?” His strong arm embraced the other's shoulders.

“N-No! I thought we were the only ones… No! Nothing happened!” Spencer struggled to say.

“Reid, can we talk?” Your voice made him turn around. He just hoped you weren't angry.

“What is it? Is everything alright?” He asked when both of you walked into an empty hallway.

“Actually, yes. Apparently Hotch received a request from the team's genius profiler to work with me on my paperwork days. So, you are having trouble concentrating on the files because of some headaches and need someone to work with?” As you spoke your tone of voice slowly reflected, with a mocking tone, that you knew perfectly well why Spencer had spoken to Hotch.

“Am… Yeah. Headaches are the worst.” He whispered looking to the floor.

“Thanks, Spence.” You said with sincere gratitude. Spencer looked at you again and felt a weight lift off his shoulders when he realized that you weren't mad at him.

“Sure. Whatever you need, I'm here for you… as coworkers, of course!” His voice got a little higher when he clarified immediately.

You were about to walk past him to return with the others, but then he spoke again. “Do you think maybe we can go and have coffee on a free day? I mean, I can help you with the words that are difficult for you. And, actually, I was thinking that I might need help with your language too. We can help each other, you know?” He gulped.

“Sure. A little help never hurts.” You smiled and walked away hiding a smile while Spencer was left alone, standing in the middle of the hallway, unable to believe that he had just asked you out. “Hotch is gonna kill me if he finds out…”

[honeybeesqueenie]

Summer on Earth

Summary: Let's take a look at MC and Solomon's new life development and how the brothers came to the human world to surprise MC. Unfortunately, it takes the demon brothers longer than they think before they can officially reunite with her.

Tags: Fluff & Humor

Relationships: Reader x Everyone

Excerpt:

“Okay, but are we all in agreement that if this ends with Y/n being angry, we blame Mammon?” Leviathan proclaims, to which everyone also agrees. “Hey! What the hell?! No, we ain’t in agreement!” Everyone ignores Mammon as they proceed to brainstorm who would be in charge of what and how they’d manage to get Y/n to come to Serenity Manor for the surprise party.

“I know! I’ll call Solomon! He can help us.” Asmo insists as he pulls out his D.D.D to call the sorcerer. After two rings, Solomon answers, “Hey Asmo, what’s going on?”

Asmo taps the speaker button before he responds, “Hey Sol, guess where I am right now?”

There was a pause on the other line before he answered, “Your background sounds too quiet to be The Fall and if you’re not at Majolish or Madam Scream’s— I’m not sure if I’d want to know where you are.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?!” Asmo snapped as his brothers laughed around him. “It’s not funny! I’m not some pathetic demon that’s always up to no good, that’s Mammon!”

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[cotton-candy-anon]

WELCOME!!!

Wow, we're almost at 1k notes and almost 70 followers, I think it's about damn time we do a intro post yeah?

MOD

Hi! I'm Blair, the one in the orange Percy Jackson chb shirt up there. That is the closest thing you'll ever get to a face reveal from me until I'm like 18.

I am super excited to meet all of you, so I'm going to start out with some fun facts about me!

I'm 16 and my birthday is September 19th

I'm hoping to get into Miami University for a masters degree in Marine Biology for sharks and other cartilage and predatory fish

I am currently reading Percy Jackson and the Olympians and then after that I will be reading Trials of Apollo

I once somehow landed Polites, Apollo, Hermes, and almost Antinous all at once in an Epic cover server

I am non-binary and go by they/them pronouns though if she/her is what you want to use I'm fine with that

I have been drawing since kindergarten and writing since 5th grade

I am an OSDD system

Now onto some boundaries because I do intend on having my asks open for art

No NSFW I am a minor and that shit makes me uncomfortable, my only explanation for that is I go to a public highschool in America

No Gore, I won't do that unless it's mild candy gore

Please nothing to do with 600 strike, the end of hold them down, like after the scheme with Telemachus, nothing after that bit of the song, or Odysseus please-

Nothing revolving child abuse, that shit hits too close to home and the only reason I write Antinous that was is because I'm projecting my early childhood onto him-

Just have common sense okay? Those are the only boundaries I can think of at the moment

And for those gere for the roleplay blog.... 🥁🥁🥁

COTTON!!!

I have no words about her other than the fact that she's supposed to be living cotton cand- HEY WAIT!!! This is my section let me do it!!! Fine whatever-

Hi!! My name is Cotton! Cotton Candy! I was adopted by these weird ocean people but they ended up being pretty good parents so I stayed anyways! I keep hearing these strange noises at night of a voice trying to get me to hurt my dad and harvest his ichor, but I don't even know what ichor is!

Facts about Cotton

She can be depicted anywhere from a toddler to about 14-15, it depends on who she's interacting with

She has mouths on her hands

She will melt if you put her in water

For the boundaries I say it's the same as mine, just be a decent human being.

All of my friends are tagged below this section!! Feel my love!!!

@bigidiotenergytm @messymoonmad @ccstiles @king-of-the-gods-zeus @zippyskyfalls @zigadoodle @bladevoyager @1ceyanonhasarrived @captaindirtymax @captain-trainor @4mph1r1t3 @nl-art-artblog @a-ghostly-ghoul-anon @please-be-nice-im-sensitive @nimbusthewinion

That's all I can list off of the top of my head

[mmso-notlikethat]

2024 Fic Roundup

tagged by @loucifersbitch & @livelaughlou thank you! <3

this year(?) lol i only started writing again by the end of November.. anyway, i wrote 9 works with 58,369 words! (I won't include the things i didn't post on ao3 but there is a little more here on Tumblr that i'll post there eventually mostly smut)

so Thankful for everyone who read and like my stuff <3

All of Me Ι bucktommy, E, 2k

Just Buck taking care of Tommy after a long day... Tommy knelt on the soft rug, his broad shoulders relaxed, his hands resting on his thighs. It had been a long day—his shift grueling, not bad exactly, but heavy. kind of day where the calls weren’t easy—each one leaving its mark—every task seemed endless and every moment dragged, leaving him worn out in a way that went deeper than physical exhaustion. Between the air and the ground, he’d given everything he had, navigating through chaos and heat.

Cat whisperer Ι bucktommy, G, 1.1k

Tommy is a cat dad!

Boy in the Bubble (Tommy Begins) Ι bucktommy, more Tommy centered, E, 17k (WIP) well this one is a journey, i wrote the whole thing then started posting but while i'm posting i started hating some chapters and now i'm stuck, that's why i never talk about it lol.. but yeah, it's there

5 times tommy lost something + 1 time he got it back

Edge of desire Ι bucktommy, E, 9.3k may i say this is my favorite thing that i wrote 😶‍🌫️

After a reckless rescue leaves Buck hanging between life and death, Tommy is watching from a distance, torn between anger, fear, and the ache of lingering love. aka "the angry sex fic"

Ode to My Broken Wrench Ι Platonic EddieChimTommy, G, 3.7k

Eddie and Chimney show up uninvited with beers, they talk... and Tommy’s forced to face his fears about love, loss, and why ignoring his problems hasn’t fixed anything yet.

Closer Than You Think Ι bucktommy, T+, 7.4k

"You know my boyf—mm, no, my ex b’yfrienddd," Buck slurred, pointing vaguely at the man sitting beside him. The guy—some guy named Jake, or maybe Jade... something like that—just nodded like this was the most riveting conversation of his life. "Mmm yes, he is my ex now. Anyway, he was great! No, no, wait, he’s my ex, he’s awful, you see."

Inhale. Exhale. Ι bucktommy, M, 3.2k

“Hey, this is awkward, huh?” Buck tried to inject some levity, his voice muffled by his mask. “Just being crammed with your ex in the world’s worst escape room.” Tommy didn’t respond. His gloved hands were trembling slightly, and Buck could hear his breaths coming faster, shallower. “Tommy?” Buck’s tone shifted, the humor fading. “Hey, you with me?” Tommy’s head jerked up, but his eyes—visible through his mask—were wide, unfocused. He shook his head slightly, muttering something Buck couldn’t catch over the hiss of air tanks and the distant sound of fire crackling. And then it clicked. Buck had seen this before, though never from Tommy. Panic. Real, gut-wrenching panic.

Love (Re)Actually Ι bucktommy, G, 10k

Tommy glanced back at Buck, catching his gaze. “Nice to see you, Buck,” he said, his voice warm but measured. “You look good.” Buck blinked, caught off guard. “Uh… thanks. You, too.” Tommy smiled faintly before turning back to Maddie. “Thanks for letting me crash Christmas. It beats hanging out at home and pretending to like my own cooking,” Tommy said with a grin. aka giving them their Christmas Romcom

Forgiveness, love, and mild head injuries Ι bucktommy, M, 3.3k

"Bar fights on Christmas Eve. Why is this a thing?" Hen muttered. Eddie adjusted his gloves, surveying the scene. "Maybe Santa didn’t bring what they wanted." Chimney chuckled. "Or someone sang ‘Last Christmas’ one too many times." Buck stayed quiet, his mind already churning with a mix of irritation and exhaustion. As they approached, a police officer waved them over. "This one’s yours... I think," the officer said, jerking his thumb toward someone sitting on the curb. Buck’s stomach sank as soon as he recognized the messy mop of dark hair. "Tommy?" Buck’s voice came out in disbelief.

idk who did this but i'll tag some moots ehe (sorry if you already did it but tell me i wanna check them! 😗)

@typicalopposite @cjlouwho @louvemeanyway @epiphainie @littlepaws9

@hippolotamus @bidisasterevankinard @rosyhoneydew @chimneyz

[composeregg]

edit (10/23/2024) now that the poll is over: Original version, with 10 questions, from April 2023 here

And, given that the original is from April 2023, that means I can very easily say:

No, this was not an ISAT reference!

Just because I use parentheses and 2nd person pov and love the same concepts of what a time loop can do to a person doesn't mean it's ISAT

(Yes, I like ISAT, the original poll is why I was recommended the game! But if you look at the original, you can see all the origins of the options to choose from, including what spurred me on with the moss option from the replies)

If I were going to make something for ISAT, I would never be so vague, you can simply look at my ao3 for proof of that

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Thank you all for an incredible 500 days of love and support. I offer you: answers to questions that no one has asked.

(As always, more can be found in the tags <3)

[givethispromptatry]

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[tj-crochets]

Feel free to send color combo suggestions for any of the options! I have three very quick partially done projects to finish up, then I have no idea what to make I can't edit the poll options but it didn't show I had too many characters on the snorlax line! I think it's probably pretty obvious, but the rest of that poll option was meant to be "she just likes snorlax)"

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

I am exhausted, good heavens.

[overlymetaromantic]

:P