#i haven't uploaded writing to tumblr in ages I have no idea how to tag properly

[hazeisblue]

I should have posted this maybe five months ago (especially because I kindly got tagged by some mutuals for tag games and I never got to answer I'm sososo sorry T_T) but today is the first time I opened tumblr on desktop mode (!) I've been on tumblr on and off since 2011 but I only got back to the app a few months ago.

I'll use @callivich intro post :) ty for creating it!

Name: I just go by hazeisblue :)

Age: Mid 20's

What made you fall in love with Gallavich? Their realness. I've been on and off on many different fandoms and I've never seen a portrayal of a romantic relationship as real and raw as gallavich. Cameron and Noel's acting is amazing as well and I believe a huge part of gallavich success comes from their chemistry.

How long have you been a fan? I saw a shameless tiktok in early 2023 on one of those accounts that upload movies in several parts. I think I was familiar with Fiona or Debbie's storyline at first but then I got into gallavich and just ended up binging the compilation of their scenes in youtube lol. Then I went to check their tag on AO3 and well, here I am.

Favourite Gallavich moment/scene? Them meeting in jail and everything not shown that lead up to that moment. The relief in Ian's eyes, Mickey's smile, Frank Ocean playing in the background, the kiss! I truly believe that the gallavich plot could have ended there and I would be happy. In a way, that could have been their happy ending.

Favourite Shameless character apart from Ian and Mickey? Lip. I'm a huge fan of Jeremy Allen White's portrayal of Lip and Carmy (The Bear). I might relate to both characters a bit more than I want to accept. I also like Mandy and I wish we got to see more Milkovich siblings interactions.

Do you write or draw or make edits? I haven't posted anything but I have a few ideas floating around on Google Docs :) I'm not an English native speaker, so I'm not very confident with my English skills but maybe someday I'll try to post something here.

Favourite type of Gallavich fics? I love everything gallavich related honestly. I check the AO3 tag everyday and I'm starting to venture into fanfiction.net again to check some old works. I especially love fics centered around their married life after S11, but I also really like AUs (college AU, sports AU, i'm down for everything).

Favourite Gallavich quote? I'm drawing a blank here because I've loved every one of their little interactions, from their more meaningful ones to just their banter.

Anything else you’d like to share about yourself? I've been a fan for my entire life lol I've gone from tokio hotel/cinema bizarre/emo bands to visual kei/jrock to anime to kpop/k-indie/k-hiphop, and lately, to shameless/the bear/succession. I love getting into new fandoms so I love a good rec or just to chat about any of the above :)

[ritterschaf]

without restraint

Characters: Baron Draxum, Splinter

Warnings: it's nsfw, but not explicit (I think??), but you know what they're doing. Yes, I know that's what you're here for. We have no shame here, it's fine.

Summary: What began with simple wrestling somehow turned into something more. Something differently physical. Something intimate. Something powerful.

He has no idea how it started; but then again, Draxum realizes, that is the case for basically all of their arguments. One of them starts – it really doesn’t matter who it is and what they argue about (but it mostly is Splinter and his movies) – and the other retorts. There’s a sort of rhythm in their arguments by now and they always end the same: stopped by one of their boys who interject.

It feels the same today, starting with a minor thing they probably both don’t remember anymore, anyway. But there is something different, and direly so – the boys are not present. A roadtrip, they had called it, one that would last for several days; so there was no one in the Lair to stop them from actually…well, arguing. And more. Although they both don’t exactly know what this more truly is, because they boys have always kept them from it…so when Splinter snarls “Alright, Draxum, that’s it. Let’s go.” Draxum doesn’t continue to argue. He just closes his hands to fists and falls into the battle-stance that is almost as familiar to him as breathing.

For a second there’s silence; anticipation lines the air between them, the crackle of adrenaline about to be released – they never really have fought ever since the Shredder. The thought is…exciting.

At first, there’s restraint; almost as if testing the waters, as if expecting the boys to barge in any second.

But they don’t, so their blows – almost playful in their weakness – get stronger. More serious. More powerful.

Draxum is a warrior – has been for almost his entire, long, long, life; his blows are fierce, if he wants them to be. He strikes with a purpose; his fist finds it’s mark and his adversary falls; that’s how it’s always been. Not today, though. Despite his size, there’s still somuch of Lou Jitsu in Splinter, he’s cunning and fast, and—strong. There’s a warrior inside that rat, violence hidden beneath that tiny frame. They’re equals here. And Draxum, for his part, loves it.

He has no idea how it came to pass, only that, at one point, Splinter pins him to the ground, hand on his wrists in a grip that seems impossible to resist. And then – perhaps to whisper something – Splinter leans down, just as Draxum strains against this hold, that was just so—so deliciously strong— –and suddenly their lips touch.

He doesn’t know if that really is what happened – only that when it did, his first thought was not to stop it. Quite the contrary.

Splinter, once he realizes what he's doing, draws back, startled. Maybe even horrified, afraid, he can’t tell— Draxum uses that momentum to topple him over, pins his wrists to the ground with his sheer might and weight. It works. The rat hits the ground so hard, all air leaves his lungs with a sharp gasp. Maroon hair tumbles into Splinter's face, grazing his whiskers that are flicking restlessly, quick like the pulse beating inside Splinter's wrists, right into Draxum’s palms, he sees him breathing hard-- Out of excitement? Fear? …Or something else entirely?

Draxum is so close he sees his own face in the rat's eyes. Sees the look of astonishment on his own features, of wonder; if he were less of a scientist, he would not be able to ignore the sudden heat he felt in his face, but pushing the emotional component aside was easy enough for him; but what he sees, that is indisputable.

He likes this, strangely enough. And the rat…doesn’t seem as adversed to this as he would have guessed.

Splinter's mouth opens, so close to him that he hears his lips part. Judging by his face, he will probably apologize -- for something Draxum doesn't want him to apologize. So he silences him, by covering his mouth with his'.

After they part again, there's surprise on Splinter's face, something in his eyes Draxum can’t make out, but it is not anger, or hate, or even disgust…he knows that look, would recognize it. This is anything but – if he were to put a label on it, it looked like the opposite entirely; so clear, so vivid and honestly confused it makes Draxum smirk and lean even closer. He doesn't fully understand this, how it could come to this. But he cannot deny how hard his heart beats with excitement, how right it feels in this very moment. This…whatever this is, is good.

Neither speak a word, just stare at each other. Say it now, if you want me to stop, Draxum says with his eyes, waits. He gets his answer immediately, for Splinter strains against his grip and chases him into another kiss.

It is unfamiliar as they tangle now on so different a ground, as hands slip beneath already dishevelled and loosened clothing, touching places they most certainly never thought - albeit silently hoped, perhaps? - they'd reach.

Splinter moves with uncertain confidence – as if the knowledge of appropriate movements is still there, just…buried – and Draxum imitates him, adding what he thinks feels right. The former movie star is experienced where the alchemist is not; they both move slow for different reasons none of them care about.

Suddenly, their restraint has returned; is welcomed, by both and feels right.

It feels right to sneak a hand under a yukata to sweep it off of a grey-furred shoulder, just as it feels right to have fingers loosen the knot around a cloth barring a fuchsia abdomen from prying eyes.

Claws tangle themselves in white hair, a tail wraps around an ankle followed by a small palm sliding up a reddish muscular thigh – all framed by the duel now carried out by their lips.

They wrestle with each other, now on completely different terms, and not at all as competitors, until both of them are bare to the other's admiring eyes; encompassed by a tension inside them that is all too sweet and growing ever sweeter with every lingering touch.

The first intimate touch is gentle, executed by Splinter who slowly regains his boldness with every further move they make. Draxum gasps involuntarily, followed by a scoff when he sees the rat grin in his face. He looks so much like Lou Jitsu in this moment it almost hurts; it doesn't, not in any way that matters right now; but it does throw him off balance and he can't help but stare. Splinter takes this as a sign to continue. A well placed stroke brings Draxum from hands down to forearms, forehead pressed against that of his former foe-now friend-now coparent-now...lover?

The word is so unfamiliar, so far off from everything he knows he inhales sharply. This is territory unknown to him, the warrior alchemist who has only ever known the fields of battle, his laboratory and seldom anything that kept him from either of the two. There's fluctuation here, all is in motion, feelings, sensations, movements and everything stays and sways all at once - the only thing constant is the man-turned-rat beneath him, one hand on his waist, the other on his length-- He can't stop when he raises his mouth to his' again, urging, needing to say, to name that constant that is the only thing holding him right now. Not Lou Jitsu, not 'rat', not Hamato Yoshi-- "Splinter", he sighs in a whisper.

The very first time he has said that name. And Splinter chuckles beneath him, uses their closeness to kiss him again and does, until the alchemist is well and truly breathless. He directs him to a sitting position, guides his hands until they find their way on their own, never letting go of him; until a well-placed stroke makes the former action start shiver in excitement, too. And Draxum, scientist that he is, quickly learns the flow of what comes next.

It is a blur from then on. Fur getting moist with sweat, slicked fingers stretching places, giving way to other, even more desired intrusions that beckon more noises, more shivers, more of that delicious, delicious tension--

Rhythm, that is not easy to find, but manageable, for they both have more than a thing to learn from the other. Until they move in unison and the restraint, welcome before, becomes utterly unwanted and is left behind like their clothing, long discarded. Sharp canines drag over a tense neck wracked by harsh noises, claws hook into flesh, leave marks red as fire, gleaming in fuchsia and grey fur alike. Grips turn harder, movements sharper, getting more reckless along their ever-fastening descent into completion; nibbles turn to bites, soft kisses to exchanges so hard they almost bruise and the gasps turn into occasional laughter, exhilarated because they match, they fit and even now they spar on equal grounds. Gloves off, no holding back, because they know the other will endure.

--until the tension reaches its peak, they push each other too far and it ends like every good battle does; in a slick mess, in utter exhaustion-- and bliss.

Draxum still doesn’t quite understand how that had happened – but damn, he sure enjoyed it; that is the thought most dominant in his head after it stops spinning. And when he looks over to Splinter, who flopped to the ground beside him, his brows furrow immediately.

"Oh. Oh no." He saw the rat's face. Knew the crinkle of his lips, the subtle flick of whiskers when he was about to say something absolutely, scandalously off-putting. And Draxum knows exactly, /exactly/ what it was going to be. So, naturally, just as Splinter opens his mouth, he lunges to cover his lips with his hands- only to stumble midway because, by the titan’s eternal essence, he is shaking. “That was some…”, Splinter begins and leans over to him, small hands framing his face, the power in that seemingly innocent grip holding him in place as he nears Draxum's ear and with great satisfaction and no small amount of mirth whispers: "…hot soup."

Draxum kicks him.

(In the face, tho. Not between the legs. He still needs that part functioning. For, y’know. Future experimentation.)

(hehe)

[yellow-faerie]

2021 End of Year Fic Review

Thank you for taggin me @wren-of-the-woods :)

How many stories did you complete?

According to AO3, 33! This does include a lot of oneshots and does not include any prompts I've completed.

What is your total word count for the year?

223 965, a number taken from AO3...and I still haven't posted all my Tumblr prompts yet so that number doesn't take into account everything...

Turns out I write a lot more than I thought I did.

What fandoms did you write for this year?

The Silmarillion, of course, and LOTR. A little bit of DSMP stuff and some Witcher stuff and I started an ATLA fic and I'm currently writing a LOZ prompt, so that's 5/6ish fandoms?

Did you write more, less of roughly about what you expected?

I honestly hadn't thought about it! Probably more tho as I mentioned above.

What's your favourite story of the year?

Ooh, this is a really tough one. Probably Fate and Flowers (I've talked about how much I adore Edhellos and how much fun I had writing this) or A Guide To Raising Elflings just for how self-indulgent it is.

What is your most underappreciated story of the year?

I'm not entirely sure how to measure this but by kudos, it would be There Are Many Reasons To Commit Treason which is understandable, considering I haven't really written for the ATLA fandom before (unless you count this fics first iteration) and I literally only just published it.

Biggest fanfic-related disappointment of 2021?

Probably that I lost interest in The Paths We Tread. My own interpretations had gone too far from what I was writing and it ended up being a drag to write rather than fun. Fate and Flowers was probably the last fic I wrote for that series that I properly enjoyed writing.

Biggest fanfic-related surprise of 2021?

That A Guide To Raising Elflings got as popular as it did? I was genuinely so surprised by how many people liked it and were leaving comments and kudoses and it has definitely been very nice indeed!

Something you look forward to working on in 2022?

Oooh, isn't this a question? I've got a lot planned and although most of these will probably remain as plans, I will outline what I hope to achieve (we can look back at this in the future and laugh to ourselves).

I want to finish A Guide To Raising Elflings, which I should definitely do this year, and I also want to finish All Good Things Come In Threes. I want to complete the Tumblr Prompts currently sitting in my drafts and when I've done that, I'm going to post another prompt list at some time, just because I love making them (and I want to try and finish uploading my finished prompts onto AO3 but I mimght end up doing that tomorrow). I also want to see where I get with There Are Many Reasons To Commit Treason.

As for fics I have not started (and these are a lot more up in the air), I've recently got into TMA so there's some fic there I want to write (I'm currently writing a murder mystery/bookshop AU inspired by the ominous leak we have at work); I want to rewrite my first ever AO3 fic (a Star Wars fic, if anyone's interested - although it is going to be rather different to the original); I want to participate in more prompt weeks than I did this year; I want to get on to writing a Witcher AU I've had falling around my head for a while; and I want to finally get around to writing a fic about an OC Link and Zelda.

And as for Tolkien fics, I have a few fics for my OCs planned and a fic where the oath was never sworn (you can see some of the ideas for it here). I think that I might also continue the Space/Sci-Fi AU I started ages ago, if I have the time.

Tagging @ladyslytherclaw @lothengriols @armenelols and honestly, anyone else who would like a go, just pretend I tagged you :)