#i giggled writing this ngl

[wikiangela]

tease tidbit tuesday

tagged by @bidisasterbuckdiaz 💖

me impatiently waiting for tuesday to share a snippet bc im obsessed with bucktommy rn and after some editing im loving everything i've written in this fic so far and wanna share every word of it asap lmao

here's a bit more, and yes they are talking about the evan thing bc at first it bothered me so much, but it grew on me (with fics and some takes on it i saw and just the more i saw it and thought about it) and now im kinda loving it lol

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“If you wanted me out of my shirt, you should’ve just said so.” he murmurs.

“I want you out of your shirt.” Buck says without hesitation, and Tommy releases a breathless, surprised laugh.

“Suddenly so forward.” he shakes his head, capturing Buck’s lips again. Well, Buck has been kind of shy and flustered with Tommy, but that’s not always how he is, not how he used to be.

“Oh, you have no idea.” Buck grins, and then, still a little hesitantly, places his palm over Tommy’s thigh where it rests over Buck’s knee. Tommy looks at him curiously, and Buck’s grin widens as he pulls his leg up and over his lap, getting Tommy to properly straddle him now, his shirt falling over his back again, as he releases a surprised gasp. “Now that’s better.” he adds, getting used to the unfamiliar weight, Tommy being bigger and heavier than Buck’s used to with his previous partners, obviously, but it- it feels good, right, almost comforting, Tommy’s steady and firm presence surrounding him now. Plus, it is kinda hot, too.

“Evan.” Tommy just says breathlessly, and Buck’s smile softens, one of his hands moving to the side of Tommy’s neck, just resting there.

“You know you’re one of the very few people who call me that?” he whispers, the mood shifting a bit from hot and impatient to soft and warm, and pleasant, and Buck really feels so comfortable with Tommy.

“Yeah, I noticed.” Tommy replies, settling more comfortably, wrapping his arms around Buck’s neck loosely, but his hands play with Buck’s hair lightly. He sits far enough on Buck’s lap that their crotches don’t touch, and Buck’s not sure if he’s happy about that. “Does it bother you?” he asks with a hint of worry.

“No, no, of course not.” Buck rushes to say. If it did, he’d say something. No, it doesn’t bother him. The opposite, in fact. “I actually-” he can’t help a small awed smile. “I think I like it.”

“Why do you sound so surprised?” Tommy tilts his head curiously, and he’s so cute, and Buck needs to kiss him. So he does. Because he can. And he can’t stop smiling.

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[myrmeraki]

hey. dont cry. white man explicitly die for the purpose of furthering indigenous man’s character arc, okay?

[mazojo]

My candy love new gen episode 8 blink twice if you’re being held hostage

[maul-of-shame]

Following this theory/post, I had the (dis)pleasure of seeing some lore dudebros clutching their elvish pearls and had to block some of them due to their comments and if there is something about me is: if you tell me I cannot do something, I will do the damn thing.

Since "wah wah Elrond and Galadriel cannot be parents of Arwen-", I will admit you were right.

I totally forgot the twins!😌😌💅✨

So here is a snippet of big toddler sister Arwen and the twins causing chaos in uncle Gil's office!🤭

In his grand study, Gil-galad sat at a broad desk piled with scrolls, maps, and ancient tomes, his brow furrowed in concentration. Ruling Lindon demanded endless attention to detail, and this particular morning, he was deep in negotiations via correspondence with an emissary from Númenor. The delicate task required full focus.

And then—a rustling, a giggle.

Gil-galad stilled, his quill pausing over the parchment as he listened. It was unmistakable: the quiet sounds of children tiptoeing just outside his study. He turned, arching a brow just as the door cracked open, revealing a cascade of dark curls, a pair of big, bright eyes, and the faintest smirk of mischief.

“Arwen,” he said in a dry tone, though the corner of his mouth twitched. “And who are you hiding back there?”

With a squeal of glee, Arwen pushed the door wider, and in trotted her two little brothers, Elladan and Elrohir. Barely two years old, they were all plump cheeks and clumsy feet, curly brown hair totally matching Elrond's, looking around with wide, curious eyes that took in the room’s treasures. They’d clearly decided that Uncle Gil’s study was their playground for the day.

“Uncle Gil-galad!” Arwen announced proudly, as though she and her brothers were on an official mission. “We came to see you. You’re working too much!”

Gil-galad leaned back, laughing, as one of the twins—he thought it was Elrohir—wobbled toward a stack of scrolls, hand outstretched. He quickly swooped forward, snatching it out of reach just as Elrohir’s pudgy fingers brushed the edge.

“Oh, no, no—don’t touch that, little one!” he said, lifting the scroll high as Elladan toddled over with a determined glint in his eye, clearly planning to make his own daring grab. “Arwen, I trust you’ve come with some scheme?”

Arwen’s mouth curved in a grin that was almost Elrond’s, proud and clever, but with her own fiery twist. “Yes! We thought you should take a break.”

Gil-galad looked at her and then at the twins, whose gaze was now fixed on the quills in his inkwell with dangerous fascination. “Of course, of course,” he murmured with a sigh, rolling his eyes as he glanced heavenward. “Too many Peredhel around here for peace and quiet, I see.”

Arwen giggled, clearly delighted to be causing such a delightful bit of chaos. She sidled up to his desk, dragging her little brothers behind her. Elladan was already distracted by the sight of an ink blotter, and Gil-galad quickly intercepted him before the child’s chubby hand could smear black ink across the precious parchment.

“You’re very busy,” Arwen observed, her eyes scanning his desk with exaggerated seriousness, mimicking her father’s serious tone. “But you could be... um…” She thought hard for the right word, twisting one of her dark curls around her finger. “More fun.”

“Oh? More fun, am I?” he asked, crossing his arms and leaning back with mock gravity. “And how do you propose I become… more fun?”

“Play with us!” Arwen said triumphantly, her eyes sparkling with victory.

The twins took this as their cue, each grabbing one of his hands with tiny, insistent tugs. Despite himself, Gil-galad felt his stern demeanor begin to melt as the three young half-elves looked up at him with expectant grins, each more adorable than the last.

“All right,” he sighed, feigning reluctance. “But you three have to promise not to break anything in my study. Or me, for that matter.”

“Promise!” Arwen declared, though she and the twins were already marching him out of his seat. Gil-galad let them guide him, though he threw a glance back at his half-finished letter, knowing he’d pay for this break later.

Elladan and Elrohir, with newfound determination, pulled him toward the center of the room, babbling excitedly about a game they’d invented—a confusing combination of hide-and-seek and some elvish children’s rhyme that he vaguely recalled Elrond teaching them. Arwen assumed her role as orchestrator, pointing to various hiding spots while gesturing to her brothers with authority.

“Uncle Gil-galad, you’re it,” she instructed, her face so serious that he had to stifle a grin.

“Very well, Lady Arwen,” he said, giving a mock bow, which made her giggle and hide her face. “But I’m warning you—I’m very good at this game.”

He counted slowly, dramatically covering his eyes as he heard the little feet scramble in every direction. When he opened them, the study looked as if a tiny whirlwind had passed through, with small but telltale hints of each child’s hiding spot. Elladan’s curls peeked out from behind a tall chair, and Elrohir’s chubby hand clutched the edge of a table, clearly visible.

“Oh, where could they be?” Gil-galad said, playing up his bewilderment as he “searched.” “I suppose I’ll just have to—oh!”

He swooped toward the chair, making Elladan squeal in delight as he lifted him up and spun him around, pretending to capture him. Elladan’s laughter rang through the study, infectious, and Arwen squeaked in delight as she peeked out from behind a large chest.

But it was when Gil-galad finally spotted Arwen that his heart truly melted. She tried so hard to remain hidden, clutching her blanket and pressing a hand over her mouth to hold back her laughter. With a playful grin, he extended his hands.

“Got you!” he cried, scooping her up as she squealed and wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him tight.

“Oh, too many Peredhel indeed,” he muttered fondly as he looked at each of them, their little faces glowing with laughter.

Just as he was about to suggest they all settle down with a story, a familiar voice came from the doorway. “Having trouble in here, Gil-galad?”

He turned to find Elrond standing there, arms folded, an amused smile playing on his lips.

“Oh, Elrond, your children have made themselves right at home,” Gil-galad said dryly, giving him a look of playful exasperation. “They came here to remind me, quite insistently, that I should be… more fun.”

Elrond raised an eyebrow. “Did they now? I can’t imagine who taught them such boldness.”

With a laugh, Gil-galad returned Arwen to the ground, watching as she and the twins toddled back toward their father, who knelt down and held his arms open wide. As they clambered over him, each vying for his attention, Gil-galad shook his head, unable to stop the fond smile spreading across his face.

“Next time,” he called as he gathered up his scattered scrolls, “I’ll be sure to teach them some proper elven decorum.”

Elrond grinned, looking back with a mischievous glint of his own. “Oh, I think they’ve already learned plenty from you, my king.”

With that, Elrond scooped up the twins while Arwen proudly held his hand, casting one last grin back at her uncle.

[wintersera]

got impatient and started writing the smut scene for chapter two of 0101 instead

[asexual-spongebob]

mimi finds out about zadr.

I saw this cute hc from this fic that mimi’s eyes are lavender when she’s off duty mode and I thought that was really cute :)

[stayconnecteed]

i meannn-

HSKWBDKWBDKDJEK MOONY

i meeeaaaaaaaaaan nobody said apiderhan had to study science, right? he could definitely had a music degree, right?

[murdleandmarot]

betrayal, desire, and guilt from that one ask game. For Bluebelle :3

HI HELLO THANK YOU FOR SENDING IN AN ASK!!!!!

I get to talk about my special girl hooray!!! (Guys I love ocs so so much never stop making up silly people in ur head)

Betrayal: okay so I’m going to bring out the Time Machine™️ and NOT talk about Bluebeard for once (shocker)

Bluebelle definitely felt betrayed the first time Victoria brought Misto with her, not in a ‘how dare you know other people 😡’ but more in a ‘someone knows I exist oh god oh fuck :{‘

It took her a little bit to calm down and get used to it, but Misto grew on her. He also helped desensitize her about meeting new people, which is why she didn’t freak out as much when she met Plato.

Desire: love, probably, and to feel safe, which is probably going to come out of her meeting more cats. Like I said before, she’s got Victoria, Misto, and Plato, but they’ve got a lot of jellicle things to do, and whole Jellicle family. That’s a lot of time for Bluebelle to be alone, and it eats away at her. A lot.

Final answer: family, familiarity and love :)

Guilt: BLUEBEARD TIME AGAIN!!!!! I’m obsessed I love you Bluebeard you’re a horrible awful man <3333

Bluebelle feels SO fucking guilty that she managed to get away with her life and her music box. She’s super in the mindset of ‘why did it have to be me’ sort of vibe, and she feels a lot of guilt about not trying to. Kill Bluebeard or something. He’s still out there, and she can’t do anything about it, and she got away, and the other queens didn’t. It EATS at her.

Bluebelle has Victoria and the others, but she doesn’t have anyone to talk to about what happened, because she’s afraid of what they’ll think, (even though Misto would like. 100% kill Bluebeard with lightning), so she doesn’t have any way to cope with the guilt at all. Most days she just tries to forget, and on her really bad days, she just freezes up.

[isaut]

what do you think about all the Chrollo x reader stories that are always yandere. I personally feel like it’s too ooc for him. I agree he’s very dark and I guess you could say ‘evil’ to an extent, but I can’t understand why he’d treat his s/o like how ‘yanderes’ do. Wouldn’t he treat his s/o like family like he does the troupe? Idgi 🥲

I just wanna read smthin where he’s not literally being a r*pist

lmao i think no matter what universe you put chrollo in hes yandere. i also think no matter what universe you put him in chrollo isn’t a rapist.

yandere basically means that someone is sick with love— and will do anything to have their love fulfilled. i always think about yukako yamagashi from jjba. girl will do anything to get with koichi.

and i think that because of chrollo’s belief in fate (that he must both bend to the will of and write his own) makes him the perfect yandere. he thinks that he can make you fall in love with him no matter what he does.

but you’re right, in he isn’t a yandere that’s going to kidnap you and lock you up. instead, he’s going to spend days months years courting you until you’re in so deep he can throw the key into the ocean. he loves the thrill of the chase. his eye is on the prize but he can wait it out. watching you slowly fall into his trap, watching you willing fall into his trap provides him with all the satisfaction in the world. (think of a spider weaving a web around the most beautiful butterfly he’s ever seen with no thoughts other than: pretty. want for myself.)

he wants true love. he wants to believe in love in first sight. he also believes in nudging true love to happen. giving it a helpful little push. an object in motion stays in motion, after all.

[ellearts]

I have a few ships for the ship classification ask game 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ because I know you like Liam a lot I gotta ask about Liam/Yuki as well as Liam/Jack (Doohan) & also how you're feeling about the upcoming season with that hello??

And because I'm me and they have been ROTTING my brain I'm throwing in Groshulknussen (Romain Grosjean X Hulknussen) as well. Genuinely curious

HIIII EGEOS AAA MY FAV HULKNUSSEN WRITER EVER <3\33

Thank you thank you so much about asking Liam hehehe <33 🤭🤭😚😚 my people know me

Liam/Yuki

Makes sense and compels me

Oh my GOD how long I've been WAITING for Yuki and Liam to become teammates is insane. I literally phsycally manifested for this when I tell ITS INSANE. The more info that comes out about them the more :000 face im making likem they are literally bros lovers everything. Best friends and making out. They are the best. Yuki always trolls and makes fun of Liam, and he just let's him and still loves him(" He is my boyfriend ifykyk) SO ITS INSANE and I CANNOR wait for their teammate dynamic

Liam/Jack

Doesn't make sense,COMPELS ME THO

So I've not known about their relationship till like some weeks ago BUT IM COMPELLED!!!!! I mean they are just so cutesy i wanna know more about their dynamic and friendship i cannot wait to see them!!! Against in the track!! Smth about them I feel!!! I'm gonna look out for them tho that's for sure

Btw I'm feeling absoultely BONKERS about next season I mean 4 ROOKIES!!! holy mooly i mean like officially 3 rookies Liam is gonna be a half rookie, but DAMN when I tell you I cannot WAIT!!! also with lewis going to ferrari and adrian to aston THIS IS GONNA BE A CHAOTIC SEASON like 2021 that's what I feel ngl.

Also the LAST SHIP YOU SENT:

Groshulknussen

Doesn't make sense, COMPELS ME THO

In a way doesn't make sense like I've never seen Romain and Hulk interact but it MAKES SENSE in a way kmag loves both of them. And they both would do anything for kmag. So egeos dear if you do write smth about them, I will eagerly read it 🤭

The ask game

[wexhappyxfew]

sobel telling nixon that it is in fact not a can of peaches that he is holding though it is very well a can of peaches, is genuinely one of the funniest things i stg 💀

[iridescentis]

planning the third fic of this extended ramtteo universe series im not entirely sure what im doing with (the second one is basically done and will probably be posted tomorrow bc it's pretty short)

these are my favourite lines of the plan

Jim is surprised, Yam is not, and questions both her girlfriend’s and Ramiro’s gaydar.

Gastón is very surprised at this information overload but takes it like a champ and is super supportive, as expected. 

[mebiselfandi]

Everytime I get a comment like this I am literally like

I love making people miserable and depressed with my writing😍

[lovevalley45]

the problem with me trying not to write anything spoiler-y for power payback is that sometimes i see a prompt that's perfect for something n i have to hold myself back so bad

[neverafters]

❝  did you just wince?  where are you hurt?  ❞ jackson for alex, okay but he's part of the medical team working for the president

though alex had mostly gotten used to living in the white house, there were still things that weirded him out. like, for instance, when he cursed under his breath while sorting through a mountain of paperwork, and the head of the presidents' on call medical team got all hot and bothered about it. well, technically he was just mildly concerned, but jackson avery was always hot. when they first moved into the white house and alex made a list of pros and cons about their new home, @enremoto was at the top of the pros list. and there may or may not have been little hearts drawn around his name, because even though alex was in his twenties, he also, apparently, sometimes shared tendencies with teenage girls.

"i cursed, actually. common mistake though." he held up his finger to show off the invisible injury. it wasn't even bleeding, it was the type of surface cut that he would forget about until he forgot about it and used hand sanitizer or sliced a lemon or something. at which point, he would probably curse again. "paper cut," he explained further. "this is a national state of emergency. should we call the president? or maybe we should phone the prince of england, see if he's available to come state side to kiss my booboo?" that was still new to him, his relationship with henry being public knowledge, but it felt fucking great to talk about him. like, out loud. with other people who weren't his sister, his best friend, or his therapist.

[zairene]

boi what the hell boi