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lieutenant-amuel · 1 year ago

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7, 19 and 20 for your writer’s ask game please?

Sure! Thank you!

7. How do you choose which POV to write from?

Now that’s an interesting question because I recently read some articles about POVs just to find out I in fact never thought about which POV I write from XD

Of course I knew there were the first/second/third person POVs, but I sincerely had no idea the third person could be limited and omniscient. After reading I realized that all my fics are the mix of both third person POVs, but I never aimed for it. I just write the way it’s most comfortable to me.

I never considered first and second person POVs, because I’m not sure how to write them and I think I can tell more by using the third person (how does even the narrative from the second person look like I know the used pronoun is you but just how I never read any books from this point of view)

Whether I prefer limited or omniscient POV, I think it depends on the scene I write. Sometimes it’s better to use limited so the readers know as much as the character from whose POV I write so I won’t spoil everything. Sometimes it’s better to use omniscient when I write some descriptive scenes (of weather or whatever) because in that case I don’t focus on the character’s feelings and thoughts.

As I said, for all my fics I use third person, both limited and omniscient. It depends on the scene I write.

For WBTL I also use both limited and omniscient. It’s mostly written from Gabe and Valerio’s POV, but I’ve also written some scenes from Ángel, Frida, Emilio, and some other characters’ POV, too. It’s called third person multiple, I think.

Ajhsbdjjf I also read somewhere that it’s better to use just one POV for your story, and if it’s third person limited, it’s better to tell the story from one character’s POV, but as you can see, I elect to ignore it :’D

Anyway, to answer the question without my ramblings, I don’t choose the POV - the POV chooses me.

19. What is the most-used tag on your ao3?

I’m not lying by saying I’m funny, I guess XD

It could look more interesting if I’ve written more fics but alas.

20. Have you noticed any patterns in your fics? Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

Alright, this question is also interesting and quite difficult as well.

If we count ALL my fics, I think the only thing we can consider a repeated pattern is symbolic elements. In Always With You, Isla de Sueños, and Home for Navidad those symbolic elements are the weather.

When things are bad~, the weather is also bad (in both Always With You and Isla de Sueños this bad weather is a strong wind, whereas in Home for Navidad this is a snow storm). In all cases it connects with the characters’ emotional state, so when they calm down, the weather also calms down (alright, in Home for Navidad it doesn’t really work, because the weather calms down after Mateo casts a spell but shhh)

In Blooming Rose this symbolic element is the rose that can’t spread its petals because it’s overshadowed by other roses but blooms eventually when given enough space to grow - this is a metaphor of Gabe in the guard.

WBTL is also full of symbolism, whether this is:

Weather again - Gabe and Max watch the clear starry sky in the latest chapter - Gabe is free from solving the hideout mystery, the downpour ends after Gabe tells the nameless girl about his feelings about Frida.

Dream sequences - Valerio’s dream in the 12th chapter and Gabe’s dream in the 20th chapter. They’re just full of different symbols, I could talk about them for hours if it wasn’t spoilery.

A quick digression: I once read an article called something like Top-5 things you should never include in your book, and one of them was a dream sequence. I swear after I read it something broke in me because this is literally my FAVOURITE thing to write :’DDDD

Stories - The Man in the Cloak - this story is a metaphor in essence there’s even a metaphor! And a clever one if you ask me!; The Eagle and The Crow - this is a metaphor of Valerio and Emilio; Tales of the Dragon Slayer - the first story is not really a metaphor, but the second one in the 11th chapter, the one Ángel tells via the puppet show, is.

Objects - the three-masted ship Valerio floats in the 13th chapter has three masts for reason.

Characters’ names - almost every character’s name has a meaning that fits them (the best one is Emilio - rival).

(the funny thing is that I’m currently writing a new one-shot, and for now it has no symbolic elements, so this is not a repeated pattern of all my fics after all :’D)

Either way it’s really the only thing I can catch in all my current works.

If we’re talking about repeated patterns in general, I think I could also mention timid love confessions because I like the friends-to-lovers trope? Since in both my romantic fics Gabe was afraid to confess his feelings whether it was Elena or Naomi, depending on the ship. And if I had a love storyline in WBTL, I think I could write something similar (at least Emilio definitely was timid when he told Verónica he loved her).

I also often write hurt/comfort scenes? All my fics, excluding Isla de Sueños and Blooming Rose (although I think it’s still possible to interpret Francisco and Gabe’s conversation as comforting since Francisco actively praised Gabe even if it was rather subtle), are about one character comforting another (in WBTL it also happens often).

I think I also often make characters recall the past, whether it’s sharing the memories with someone, taking past experience into account, or just thinking about the past like in case of Home for Navidad when Blanca recalls the memories of her and little Gabe baking together.

And now it’s really all I can think about XD

Thank you so much for the ask again!

Writer Ask Game

#Aks me anything #Ask game #I just noticed most of my answers to those ask game questions are so long #I can’t believe I actually like talking #Sorry for that ajhsbdjfj

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princessclefairyberry · 2 months ago

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My husband just showed me this wonderful tiktok of a lady (? I don't know her actual gender) with a white cow doing post-election positivity, and it’s kind of inspired me.

I don’t really do original content on here, but for now - at least for a couple of weeks if I can - I’m going to try to reblog only pretty, nature, food, art, silly, comfy vibes, and the like. So if you need a safe place to chill, this blog is here ❤️

Heads up if you want to archive dive that I have (understandably) reblogged a handful of less than positive things over the last two days, and I’m going to leave them how they are. It seems honest to myself to leave them there, you know? Like yes I have felt these things and do continue to feel these things, but I’m making a decision to make my space more positive now, because I need it (and who knows, maybe someone else does too).

So that’s me rambling ❤️ Y’all take care, I’m thinking about you. I may try to update the pinned post with easy-navigation tags sometime soon too, and to make it easier for folks to block what they please.

Oh, and my husband showed me that tiktok on his phone (and I'm ancient and barely know how to use tiktok) so I have no idea who the tiktoker is but if you know the channel or video feel free to link her!! EDIT: Oh and if you're the kind of person who enjoys going through other blogs' Likes, I'm not going to stop liking depressing/panicky/political posts. So those are Not Safe. Remembered this while waking up and thought I should make sure it was clear. ❤️

#just tidying up the blog #stay safe ❤️ take care ❤️

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takumiraine · 2 months ago

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A ramble about donations/donation posts under the cut. Read at your own peril. It is largely just me speaking to the void.

Now I don’t know if it’s just me or if in general there’s a sort of “donation fatigue” going on. Like obviously we all know things in Gaza are terrible. Worse than. And we all likely know that the kindness of strangers is possibly the best chance for those people to have a fighting shot at escaping.

But also, I see so many people esp on here, needing donations to keep themselves from being homeless or unmedicated.

And I read those donation posts and my heart breaks for them, but also with them are so many -I don’t know if manipulative is the right word but it feels that way - additions to the posts that are just “(person the fund is for) just asked me if people don’t care bc donations have stopped” or “we can’t let (person) down!” Or from the person themselves with understandably taken and shared pics of the situation which often include people with injuries and…

I wish more people realized that especially in America - which while I recognize probably isn’t the majority on tumblr, but it seems to be the majority of people I follow or are recommended to me - most people are one bad case of the flu away from that themselves.

And even being in a better situation than most of my friends, if I donated a dollar to every dono post that crossed my dash, I’d be in the poor house in 20 mins.

Now taku, why not block the tag? Or unfollow the person? Curate your own experience.

Great idea void. Very few dono posts are tagged, and it’s so many people reblogging them. But I’m not against dono posts as a whole. I just don’t want to feel like shit for having to choose between my own safety net or someone in a worse situation than I am. Because if this election doesn’t go the correct way (and maybe if it does) a lot of shit is gonna go ass up here real fast.

It’s not trauma/suffering Olympics but damn it feels like it.

I dunno. I’m just tired. And I know people are suffering. And I know scrolling doesn’t hurt me. But when the words I catch are that style of encouraging by trying to appeal to your sense of “being a good person” it fuckin sucks and it does hurt.

I dunno if I have any rights to it but here we are.

#personal rant #seriously #don’t click read more if you have Opinions To Share about things.

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tookishcombeferre · 4 years ago

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I just cried so hard over many things.

First, Kamala Harris talking about being a role model for women. The camera panned over to a few different groups of girls both black and white.

Second, when Kamala Harris smiled, I could see how young she is and how much joy and hope she knows she’s bringing to the US. The fire and passion and confidence in that smile spread like those little votive candles at a prayer service. Everyone was lit up by the end.

Third, when Biden stepped out and started talking, every word he spoke made actual sense.

Fourth, Biden loves his family and his wife. He talked about AN ACTUAL EDUCATOR being in the White House, and he showed actual affection towards the American people.

Fifth, when Biden stumbled on his words, I actually love it when he does that. He’s so human and real. He’s not perfect. He’s got a speech disorder, and yet it’s his humility in acknowledging his voter base and his disability that got him this far. He’s not a perfect man. He’s sometimes a little weird uncle-like. But, I wouldn’t be afraid of, post-pandemic, being in a room with him alone. I would let him meet my children. I wouldn’t side step him on the street like I would Trump or have walked away from other loud white men. (The bar is so low, friends. So so low)

Yes, I know we have so so far to go. But, for a moment, I cried because a leader of my country spoke words that were meaningful and coherent. I understood what they had to say and the message was about coming back together instead of dividing ourselves. So, for one moment, I’m going to breathe a sigh of relief before getting back to work on the hard shit. Becasue tonight, for the first time, I see some hope that the work will mean something when I do it.

Autistic brothers, sisters, and siblings tonight is a night where we can breathe a little easier. Our fight is far from over, but we can find some joy tonight. We can now dream of a world where we can create safer communities so what happened in Utah never happens to another one of our own. White autistic folks use your privilege and educate yourselves so that we can work under the direction of Black Lives Matter and other Black community leaders in their mission to protect their communities, and ours, from police brutality and violence. In every instance of unnecessary police brutality to any person in this country, BLM has been there to vouch for and protest these heinous acts of violence. The least we can do is educate ourselves on anti-racism so that we can be useful allies instead of sitting ducks.

My queer brothers, sisters, and siblings we survived. We did it. Not all of us have been allowed survival - especially our elders and Black trans women and other POC trans folks. We’ve seen an influx of members of our community elected into office. This is a great day for us even though we know our fight is far from over. For some of us, people still don’t believe that our experiences exist. For others, we are still seeking acceptance within the community for the unique ways that we approach our sexuality. We are still working! That is okay. But, tonight? We celebrate.

My democratic Christians, especially Catholics, one of our own has been elected. Joe Biden is an Irish Catholic. We celebrate that someone of real and substaintial faith is leading this country and, at least so far, is professing to follow that faith to reenergize and restore our country.

Or maybe even just like I don’t know begin trying to live up to what we preach? We’ve never really done that but we can start, I guess. This is hard to phrase. My apologies.

We made it. Through all of the confusion. Through all of the lack of transparency. Through all of the painful tragedy and uncertainty of the last four years. We have made it. That, in itself, is cause for celebration.

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neontaxidermy · 4 years ago

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Not entirely sure how I’m gonna go from Adulthood,jpeg’s earth clone setting to. The mid-tech fantasy world that’s how it is once all the people species are well established...

#Ok I THINK I’m gonna go with capitalism gives rise to a fuedalist reemergence which. fucks up technological progress and availability #That PLUS a change in aesthetics leading the tech you do see to be. different looking.#no more minimalist design. your tv is also a tree shaped cuckoo clock now.#Also i’ve decided to make a Major human/Roceraen kingdom (seaodom? since I’m getting on the nose with etymology)#Called vanpire. The people are called Vanpires. Yes this causes confusion with VaMpires #fate&rebellion #Of course the capitalist feudalism happening with human/rocearen cultures isn’t universal to everywhere in the same way #It starts happening about when Blood nymph civilizations start developing so they get it too #Mushroom peoples tend towards a KINDA monarchy divine right of kings style #BUT that’s more a religious thing than a government thing. they don’t have feudalism is for sure though #Angels vary a LOT and there’s a few fuedal states but they actually have several low governing burocracies #that is not how you spell beutrocities #oh thats even worse #anyway they’re low on actual LAW but big on infrastructure #not elected per say but if you fuck up its socially acceptable to have angry citizens storm your shit #Wow I love making posts that are LITERALLY JUST tag rambling

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cricketsatnight · 2 years ago

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no need to look so afraid (crown shyness)

An AU look into what Eddie and Chrissy's senior year could have been. Horror, angst, the changing seasons, and the alchemy of love.

She pauses. “Is that why you’re in Mr. Morris’s class? Creative Writing?”

“It’s why I’m taking an easy-for-me-class, yeah, I guess so,” Eddie drums his fingers against the steering wheel. His rings glint in the last row of passing street lights– they’ll be turning down the unlit backroads to Forest Hills soon. “You might not know this, but I wouldn’t call myself an academic scholar or anything, Chrissy. I like to read, and I like to write, and I really like world-building. Any kind, really.” He could ramble about music hitting the spot for him there, but he’s already talking way more than he thinks he should be.

“World-building,” she repeats, soft.

“So, uh, why are you taking that class? Just an elective to pass the time for senior year?”

“It’s not easy for me,” she admits, her voice a little crisper. She seems like she’s sobering up more and that’s a good thing, because Eddie really needs her to be sure as pie she wants to spend her Saturday night hanging out with him. “I don’t really build worlds, Eddie. I just– I just exist in them.”

rated: m | chapters: 9/? (WIP)

tags: supernatural elements, horror, dreams and nightmares, canon divergence, vecna-adjacent AU, therapy, mental health issues including but not limited to; (unhealthy relationships, codependency, eating disorders), recreational drug use, third degree slow burn, angst with a happy ending, senior year ('86 baby), some sexual content, original background characters, surprise: jason sucks, eddie munson reads poetry in this story and i just wanted you you know that

#hellcheer #hellcheer AU #hellcheer fic #hellcheer fanfic #eddssy #edissy #eddie x chrissy #chrissy x eddie #eddie munson/chrissy cunningham #chrissy cunningham/eddie munson

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jerzwriter · 3 years ago

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Great (un)Expectations

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x MC (Casey MacTavish)

Rating: Teen

Summary: Positively unexpected news comes Casey & Ethan’s way.

Category: Fluff with some angst.

Warnings: Pregnancy

A/N: Reader request from the prompt list “101 Ways to Say I Love You” 'I want to start a family of our own...' for E&C please 🙏

A/N 1: This is a one-off – not part of my HC for Ethan & Casey. Posted as part of @openheartfanfics Trope of the week: Pregnancy See additional notes at end of the fic.

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“Case! Our ride is going to be here in five minutes. Are you coming?”

Shock. That was the only word to describe it. She could hear the exasperation in Jackie’s voice increasing with every tick of the clock, but she could not bring herself to reply. She couldn’t bring herself to answer even if she tried.

“Casey!” Jackie hammered at the door. “The car is almost here, and they only have to wait five minutes for us. Is today the day you want to be late?”

“Uh, no. No, of course not. Jackie, head down without me. I won’t be long.”

“Are you alright? Are you sick or something?”

“Or something…” Casey mumbled.

“What?”

“Uh, just an upset stomach. Case of nerves, I guess.”

“Well, you better get past it. This is a big day for you. Let’s go!”

She showed no sign of heeding her friend’s words as her eyes remained transfixed on the plastic stick clutched in her hand. Two lines. Two. Freaking. Lines. Of all the signs that led her to believe she might be pregnant, morning sickness hadn’t been one of them, but boy did she feel queasy now.

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Milicent Sanchez, the newly elected Mayor of Boston, was touring Edenbrook today. She was acutely aware of Casey's work to attain funds to expand the community health clinic at Edenbrook and insisted on her being present. Ethan had beamed with pride when he conveyed the message to Casey.

“She would be coming sooner, but her chief-of-staff said she refused to come unless it was a day when Dr. MacTavish would be available.”

It seemed so far away at the time, it was hard to believe the day had arrived. This would be a significant moment in her career for her future…

And this is the moment you thought would be perfect for taking a pregnancy test, Casey! Sure, you’re 3-weeks late, but would 3-weeks and 12-hours have made much of a difference? Ugh.

Casey slid the test into a Ziploc bag and stuffed it into the bottom of her purse. She decided to stop beating herself for her impulsivity; it was over, and there was nothing she could do about it now. Her nervous breakdown would need to be postponed until after she dealt with the day's events. They sure didn’t teach her how to cope with this in med school.

“Casey, if you don’t get out here, I’m going to have….”

“I’m ready,” she smiled, bouncing out of the bathroom with such inflated vigor that Jackie was immediately suspicious, “Let’s do this.”

Since it was a special day, they decided to take an Uber to the hospital and spare themselves from getting jostled around on the T. Jackie was excited and rambled endlessly about how important it was to make the right impression, how they could help Edenbrook and, more importantly, people like her and Casey, who did not grow up with much to call their own.

Usually, Casey would have been delighted to see Jackie so enthusiastic, but all she could only focus on today was the phone in the palm of her hand. She had started to compose a text to Ethan three different times, each time deleting the whole thing in frustration. So she gazed at his picture instead, as if that would somehow help. She tried to imagine what he would say when she told him. For a moment, she let herself fantasize about him being happy, joyful even. Their own little Hallmark movie sort of ending. Then she remembered, she didn’t like Hallmark movies, and Ethan would probably convulse if ever forced to sit through one.

He had been pretty clear in the past, kids were not in the cards for him, and now she was about to walk in and shuffle that whole deck.

Is he going to be mad?

What if he doesn’t want this?

What if he doesn’t want me?

What if he thinks I’m trying to trap him?

What if he…

“Casey. Casey! CASEY!”

On the third yell, Casey nearly jumped out of her seatbelt.

“Oh, what?”

“You haven’t heard a word I have said, have you?”

“Sure I was! You were saying, that.. uhm, you were….oh, look, we’re here.”

The women exited the car near the employee entrance on the side of the hospital. Casey attempted to rush inside, hoping Jackie would forget about her odd behavior on the ride over. But Jackie was no fool, and she grabbed her friend’s arm as she tried to run past her.

“OK, spill. What’s going on? I know you’re nervous, but you’re acting really skittish. What gives?”

Casey scrambled to think of an excuse, an excuse that someone as astute as Jackie would believe, but she came up blank. Biting her lower lip, she motioned for her to step to the side. Once there, she opened her purse and showed Jackie the test… with its two little wicked lines.

Jackie covered her mouth and gasped.

“Oh my God! Are you telling me that you’re ….”

“SHH!” Casey admonished, placing her hand over her mouth. “You have to keep your mouth shut. What are you thinking?”

“What am I thinking? I’m not the one who is… pregnant! You’re pregnant?”

“According to this, yeah, I am….”

“Casey!” She admonished, “What were you thinking?”

“I didn’t actually do it on purpose, Jackie! Could you maybe try to show a little empathy here?”

Jackie smacked herself in the head. “Sorry… I’m sorry. Did you use protection?”

“Yes, Jackie, we did… but we know nothing is 100%, and sometimes it fails, even for doctors.”

Jackie’s eyes bulged open. “Oh my God, a doctor…,” she looked around to make sure no one was around and whispered so low Casey could barely hear her, “it’s Ethan’s?”

“Well, of course, it’s Ethan’s! Who else would it be?”

“Well, I don’t know!” Jacke said, throwing her hands in the air and beginning to pace. “It’s not like you two are exactly forthcoming about the nature of your relationship. I mean, it’s impossible not to see it, but you’ve never been like… well, here’s my man.”

“Well, that’s because he’s also my boss….”

“Hmm, well, you better get past that because now he’s also your baby’s daddy.”

“Jackie!”

“What? I’m speaking the truth.”

“You know I told you in hopes that you’d help calm me down!”

“Calm you down? Calm you down? Who is going to calm me down? Sorry, girl, if you wanted calming action, you called the wrong friend! We should text Sienna….” Jackie grabbed her phone out of the pocket of her pants, “I’m texting Sienna.”

“No!” Casey said, grabbing the phone from her hands, “We have to be upstairs in fifteen minutes. No one else finds out until after, OK. Right now, two too many people know already.”

“Who? Me and Ethan?”

“No, you and me. He doesn’t know yet, so I need you to keep your shit together and not slip up, OK?”

“Wait, he doesn’t know yet?”

“I only found out a half-hour ago myself, Jackie.”

“Oh, good. It gives me a chance to evacuate the city before that explosion goes off,” Jackie let out a puff of air as a nervous smile formed on her lips. “I feel better now.”

“Jackie?” Casey whined, “Could you please….”

Jackie looked at Casey and watched as her strong façade began to fade.

“I need you right now. You’re the only one who knows, can you please,” her voice began to crack, “can you please help me be strong today.”

Casey’s eyes began to fill with tears, and her lower lip started to quiver. Jackie felt like a heel.

“OK, OK,” she said, pulling her friend in for a big hug, “I’m sorry! You know sarcasm and dry wit are my go-to coping mechanisms! But I’m summoning my inner-Sienna here, I can do this… I’ll get you through… you’re strong as hell Casey, you’ve overcome so much, you can sure as hell get through this here, OK? I’ve got you.”

“Thank you,” Casey said, leaning into her shoulders, “I need to put this out of my head until the tour is done. Can you help me do that?”

“I can. I can, just, what would Sienna do, right… I can do it. Let’s go. Let’s get you inside.”

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The tour was beginning in the main lobby, and things were more chaotic there than usual. Casey and Jackie pushed their way through the crowd until they made it to the area corralled off for the media. Ethan spotted them as they were having their credentials checked and made his way over. He was wearing a new dark, grey fitted suit, and Casey was highly annoyed. He had no business looking so damn attractive when she felt like a nauseous, bloated, frazzled mess.

“Just on time as always,” he smirked.

Jackie shrugged. “Mmmm, yeah, might not be the day for sarcasm, Dr. Ramsey.”

“Coming from you of all people? I thought every day was the day for sarcasm. What makes today special?”

She raised her hands and pointed to all the commotion taking place around them. “I don’t know? All of this, perhaps?”

Ethan observed that Casey was acting sheepishly and was avoiding eye contact with him. He moved closer to her and whispered, “Is everything ok?”

“Yeah. I’m just… very nervous.”

“You? This isn’t your first media rodeo by a long shot. I’m sure you’ll do fine.”

“Yeah? Well, tell that to my nausea.”

“You don’t look nauseous,” he smiled, “you’re absolutely glowing.”

Ethan and Casey both jumped out of the way as Dr. Varma spit her coffee out.

“Jackie! We’re going to be on camera, for heaven’s sake!” Casey yelled.

“I’m sorry! It’s just, the coffee, it’s… hot.”

“I just tried some of that swill. It’s tepid at best,” Ethan’s brows furrowed. “Is everything ok? You two are just… off.”

“Ever the diagnostician,” Casey beamed. “We’ve just had a rough morning and, previous media experience or not. This is stressful.”

“Well, then best to get it out of the way. Here she comes right now,” he gently led Casey by the elbow, “let’s go.”

There were many people in attendance, so it took some time before Casey was introduced to Mayor-Elect Sanchez. Naveen simply beamed as he approached.

“And while you have not been formally introduced, I know you are already familiar with….”

“Dr. MacTavish,” she interrupted, shaking her hand, “I’m delighted to meet you. In fact, you should have been further up in the introductions,” she joked.

“Mayor-Elect Sanchez…”

“Please, call me Milicent….”

“Only if you call me Casey.”

“It’s a deal, and it’s lovely to meet you, Casey. I was so impressed with what I read about you fight for funding to expand the community clinic! When we’re done with the tour, I hope we will have time to discuss future initiatives. This is exactly the type of grass-root action I hope to see under my administration.”

“Of course, I’d be delighted to. I have plenty of other initiatives I’d like to discuss. This was just the start.”

“That’s what I like to hear!”

The tour took about an hour, and while Casey appeared peaked at times, she was so focused that she successfully put her big news out of her head, at least temporarily. That all changed when they reached the end of the tour up at the state of the art Edenbrook childcare facility.

“This is a beautiful center,” the future mayor pointed out, “but it’s seems small. Dr. MacTavish, have you thought of creative ways to go about funding an expansion here,” she smiled.

“Oh, I have, actually. The center is meant to meet the needs of our lower-waged employees first. If we do a salary analysis, we may find that we qualify for federal funding in addition to assistance from the state, plus, this is an area where private donations could be utilized as well, because….”

Casey went on to speak for five minutes straight, barely coming up for air, describing at least ten different ways to raise money for expansion. Finally, the future mayor smiled and touched Casey’s hand.

“Your enthusiasm is overwhelming, Dr. MacTavish. Tell me, do you have any children of your own.”

Jackie coughed out loud once again.

“Dr. Varma, are you OK?” Naveen asked.

“Oh, yes. Yes. Allergies… I’m so sorry.”

She squirmed uncomfortably when Casey shot daggers in her direction. Ethan caught their exchange and began to get suspicious.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve arranged a light reception in the conference room by my office, if you can please join us,” Naveen smiled.

As the crowd made their way to the elevator bank, reality began to crash down on Casey once more. She was proud of herself for staying focused and on task this morning; but as far as she was concerned, her job here was done. She informed Jackie that she was heading to the diagnostic team office. Changing into her scrubs and, if she was lucky, catching a quick nap. She needed to decide how she was going to tell Ethan, and she hoped a brief respite would help.

“You know, let me come too. I thought I could order an additional test here at the hospital, just to be sure. What do you think?”

“I mean, we could. But I took two at home and, you know as well as I do, these things are pretty accurate. But, I guess it can’t hurt.”

“Then it looks like we are doing this,” Jackie smiled. “Oh, incoming! You get rid of him, I’ll set everything up and meet you in the office in ten minutes. Deal?” she whispered as Ethan made his way over.

“Casey, aren’t you coming to the reception?”

“No. I had a rough night, and I’m exhausted. If I’m going to make rounds today, I’m going to try to catch at least a quick nap.”

He raised his eyebrow. It wasn’t like Casey to miss out on such a big event, especially for “just” being tired. He had seen her head off to the gym after working a double many times, so it didn’t and up.

“Well, I guess you know what is best. I’ll go do my part to represent the team then.”

Casey waited until he was in the elevator, then bolted in the other direction. Jackie jumped when the door to the diagnostic team office slammed open.

“What the hell, Case? You almost gave me a heart attack!”

“I’m sorry,” Casey said, throwing her bag beside her on the couch. She rubbed her temples before resting her forehead in her hands. The worry she had deftly put off was back, front and center.

“You’ll have to forgive me. This is the first time I have been sneaking around the my place of work trying to get a pregnancy test done clandestinely. I’m not up on the proper etiquette.”

Jackie scrunched down in front of Casey and clasped her hands.

“Casey, let’s get this test done and see for sure what you’re dealing with.”

“Well, hand it over,” Casey said, extending her hand, “I guess I’ll go pee once more.”

“Atta girl!”

Casey emerged from the bathroom, placing the urine sample in a bag before giving it to Jackie.

“Well, now what am I supposed to do?”

Jackie looked at her friend sympathetically and she brushed her hair out of her face.

“Oh, girl, I don’t have the answers for you. But let me get this run and, if necessary, you need to talk to Ethan. The two of you will figure it out from there.”

“Jackie, I’m so frightened. I don’t think kids were on his agenda, especially not with his freaking resident. This could hurt him… hurt me… and I don’t even know if he’ll want the baby… or me. I’m so scared.”

“I can’t tell you what he will say or do, and I know what you two have shared has been complicated. But I also know the man truly cares about you, Casey. I don’t see him walking away, and he has a right to know. Don’t shut him out.”

“Yeah,” Casey swallowed, “I guess I have to tell him.”

“Tell him what?”

Their heads flung in the direction of the deep voice echoing from the doorway. Ethan looked down, and the urine sample in Jackie’s hands as her mouth fell open.

“Oh, uh, tell you that, uh….”

“Jackie,” Casey whispered, “it’s OK. Why don’t you go and let me talk with Ethan.”

Jackie nodded and stalked out of the room. She stopped as she passed Ethan and glared at him.

“Be good to her… or else!” She hissed.

Ethan raised his eyebrow and slowly turned toward Casey. She could see the crease between his brows deepen as he approached her.

“I knew something was not right today. Do you care to tell me what’s going on here?”

Casey diverted her eyes and stared at the floor. She started to speak, stalled, then biting her lips in silence. Ethan was anxious, and typically his impatience would have led him to say something stupid. But, something inside him told him to refrain. So he waited patiently until Casey’s glazed eyes turned back up at to him.

“You may want to sit for this,” she warned.

“I’m content standing. What is Dr. Varma doing? Are you ill?”

“Not…not exactly… Ethan, can you please sit?” She tapped the seat next to her as she sat back on the couch, “If not for you, for me. It will make me feel better.”

“You’re making me nervous,” he whispered as he sat next to her.

“Heh. Join the club,” she laughed. She summoned her strength and looked him in the eye. She delivered the news as calmly and clinically as she would to one of her patients.

“Jackie is running a pregnancy test.”

There! She thought, Look how easily I did that!

Feeling she was winning this battle, she continued…

“I think I might… I… I might… ….oh God! I think I’m pregnant,” her voice cracked. She stared down at her hands with a deeply furrowed brow that only became more profound with every second that he did not reply. She tilted her head up and saw the look of shock on his face. Like him before, she wanted to scream, “Say something!” but held back, letting him process what he had just heard.

“You’re… You… is this your first test?”

She opened her purse and tossed the Ziploc bag at him. “No. This was the second one,” she said animatedly. “I took one before this, and when two lines appeared, well, I got angry at it, so I chucked it in the bottom of the trashcan and then poured coffee grinds all over it… sort of in retaliation for having the nerve to be positive. Then I stomped off into my bedroom, pissed off! When I realized I was acting like an unreasonable child, and if ever there was a time for me to act like an adult, this would be it. So I grabbed the box and took out the second test, and then I went, and I peed on it, and I waited and, fuck, wouldn’t you know, that had two lines too, right? But I have Milicent Sanchez coming here today! I couldn’t be pregnant! I mean, I could be, but I couldn’t allow myself to think about it. I was stupid. I should have waited because it's a big deal in the end I….”

“Casey… Casey…” he pulled her tight against his chest. She was rambling the way she often did when she was becoming hysterical, and it was clear she wasn’t going to stop. “Casey, honey, you’re rambling. Calm down. I’m here.”

Feeling his arms around her provided the sense of comfort she wasn’t even aware she had been seeking, but it also awakened an overwhelming fear inside her. Her head pounded, and her stomach churned as tears began to spring from her eyes.

“I’m sorry for rambling,” she cried.

Ethan rubbed the back of her head. “No, no, Casey, you don’t have to be sorry. Just try to calm down, OK? Try to calm down,” he repeated to her as his own heart accelerated at record speeds.

After taking a few deep breaths, she slowly pulled back to look at him.

“So, this is my third test,” she said, wiping her eyes, “the one Jackie is running, it’s number three.”

“Does, does anyone else know?”

“No.”

“And you’re sure that….”

“Ethan Jonah Ramsey!” She spat with such venom that he jumped backwards, “do not even dare to ask me if it could be anyone else’s!”

He tilted his head as a bewildered look crossed his face.

“Wha, what? No! Of course not, Casey!” He took both of her hands in his. “I was just going to ask if you’re sure that it can’t be something else… but we both know that two positive tests probably….”

“Probably means I’m pregnant. Pregnant. Oh, my God, Ethan, I’m so sorry.”

“Sorry? For what? If you’re pregnant, you didn’t do it alone,” he laughed nervously. “Are you OK?”

“No. I’m not. I’m a third-year resident who hasn’t even passed my boards. Now I might be pregnant, by my attending, who didn’t want to be involved with me to protect my career and now… well, I’m probably pregnant.”

“It’s not ideal,” he said, brushing her cheek, “the timing isn’t ideal, but it’s not the end of the world either. It wasn’t that long ago you almost died in my arms, that kind of puts this all in perspective.”

His mind began to race when she didn’t speak. What did she even want to do if she was pregnant?

“Casey, if you… are… you’re not alone, I’m here, and I will be here no matter what you decide.”

“I appreciate that, but your opinion matters to me too.”

“Well, what would you want to do?”

She shook her head before wiping a few errant tears away.

“I’m afraid. I know this is both our doing, and I know how I feel for you, but we’re still a fairly new couple. Also, I know you don’t want children. I don’t want you to feel trapped….”

“Casey, I never said I didn’t want children. I said I didn’t think they were in the cards. Well, maybe life just had other plans.”

“But do you want this? I mean, timing aside? This would mean we’d have to go public, fully public. It could hurt your reputation. It would tarnish mine. This would mean that you’re stuck with me in some capacity… for life… and I don’t want to feel like you’re just with me because….”

“Casey, where is this coming from? You know I love you, you know I want a future with you….”

“No, actually, I don’t,” she giggled. “Because that’s the first time you ever mentioned that to me.”

“Well, I didn’t think we were at the let’s talk about kids stage yet, but it’s not that I didn’t think of it. If you want to have this baby, Casey, I’m all in,” a faint smile crossed his lips, but he was afraid to let it show. “We’ll be a family, Casey.”

Casey began to sob uncontrollably as Ethan attempted to recall his words, trying to remember if he said anything wrong because he wanted to fix it if he did. But he couldn’t figure it out, so, smartly, he decided to ask her.

“Casey, have I said something wrong?”

“No.”

“It’s just…” she sat back and stared at his chest, running her hands over the lapels of his jacket. “The timing is terrible, and we’d have a lot to work out, but truthfully, this is everything I’d ever dreamed of with you… but …”

“But?”

“But our history… and knowing how you’ve felt about marriage and children… I think I’ll end up spending the rest of my life worried that this isn’t what you truly wanted. I never wanted to feel that way, when the time came, you know I wanted to just know that the person I was with that they wanted me, and a family with me… that it was a choice and not a default, you know? I don’t want to spend forever wondering if you are with me solely out of obligation.”

Jackie hung her head as she walked in.

“Hi, I’m sorry to interrupt…. “

“No, no. Well? What is the verdict.”

Jackie shook her head from side to side as she glanced between the two.

“Given two positives this morning, I asked them to please rerun, STAT, but it was… negative.”

“It was.. what?” Casey gasped, her hand coming to lay lightly on her chest.

Ethan stood next to her and put his arm around her waist.

“How long did they say it would take?”

“I didn’t ask, but I will go and check on that now. If I’m staring at them, it will come sooner.”

Casey lowered her head as Jackie left the room; Ethan stood silently beside her before turning her slowly to face him.

“Casey, are you ok?”

Her crystal blue eyes were filled with sadness when she looked up at him. She covered her mouth when a sob she didn’t know was coming escaped.

“I don’t know.”

Her head fell into his shoulder as he guided her back to the couch.

“Talk to me, Casey. What are you feeling.”

“I think that the timing was… is… was terrible. But on the other hand,” she reached up and touched his cheek and looked at him with such love and sincerity that it warmed his soul, “the idea of you and me, and our child… it’s something I dreamed of, but I never dared to believe it could happen, and … the timing would have been terrible. I admit that… but it could have happened… and now… it might not…and that makes me… sad… Do I even make sense?”

She nuzzled her head into his chest, and he pulled her closer and kissed the top of her head.

“You’re making perfect sense. You and I… communication hasn’t always been our best suit… and you had a dream that you didn’t think could come to fruition, then it looked like it did. Now you’re afraid the dream is gone again, am I following?”

“Pretty much,” she sniffled.

“But that’s on me, Casey. I know life has no guarantees but, I had the same dream. I think of it too, I should have shared that with you.”

“You, you do?” she said, looking up at him.

“Yes.” His thumb rose to brush the tears from her cheek. “I know I’ve never said it out loud, but I want to build a future with you. I want us to start a family of our own. I’m sorry I never told you that before today, but that doesn’t make it any less true. And now… now that we both know that’s what we want, we can work toward making that a reality one day… if you want to?”

Casey bit her lip and nodded.

“I do. I want to.”

“Look, if you are pregnant, then it’s unplanned, but not unwanted. It’s like Christmas just came a little early, that’s all. We’d have to figure out a way to make this work.”

“We’d just need a plan.”

“Well, then you better get to work on those plans,” Jackie interrupted from the doorway while waving a paper wildly in her hand, “because you are pregnant, Casey. Congratulations, you two.”

“I’m what? Wait, are you sure? Are they sure?”

“Mmm-hmmm,” she smiled. “And don’t worry, you’re secret is safe with me until you’re ready to tell, but I better be at the top of the godmother list,” she winked.

Jackie stepped out of the office and looked down at the results. The one and only pregnancy test result ran in her hand. Positive. She would explain to her friend later. She’d endure Ethan’s wrath taking such a gamble. Still, right now, she didn’t care because now her friend could embark on this journey, knowing for sure that it’s what he wanted all along, and that was the best gift she could give her.

Back inside the office, Casey turned to Ethan and covered her mouth with her hands. “Oh, my God… so, we’re going to have a baby?”

She will never forget how the soft smile on his face slowly morphed into a huge grin as the realization began to fully dawn on him.

“We’re going to be a family,” he smiled.

He swooped her into his arms and gently lifted her off of the floors, kissing her tenderly as he spun her around.

“I’m having your baby,” she beamed.

“Yes, you are! I’m going to clear our calendars, and we’re going to my place. We have a lot to discuss.”

“OK,” she smiled.

“The first thing is those coffee grinds you discussed. That stops today.”

“Today!”

“Yes! I need to look after you and… our baby.”

“Our baby.”

“I’m going to be a … a dad….”

Casey leaned forward and kissed him tenderly, “So, are you happy?”

“No, we’re going to need to find a bigger word.”

A/N 3: Yeah, it was a little out of Friend's, but I needed Casey to know he was happy too.

A/N 4: NO there will be no sequels :) This is a stand alone request.

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I posted 1,583 times in 2022

That's 878 more posts than 2021!

310 posts created (20%)

1,273 posts reblogged (80%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@whataperfectwasteoftime

@radiowallet

@ezrasbirdie

I tagged 1,302 of my posts in 2022

Only 18% of my posts had no tags

#lovely people saying lovely things - 265 posts

#answered asks - 247 posts

#comment reblog - 239 posts

#emma you beautiful tropical fish - 64 posts

#pedro pascal gifs - 60 posts

#samg!inspo - 58 posts

#les loves cat - 35 posts

#ask game - 29 posts

#pedro pascal - 27 posts

#adira my beloved - 26 posts

Longest Tag: 134 characters

#also speaking of beloved talented mutuals who could write circles around so many published authors jess please look in the mirror babe

My Top Posts in 2022:

Punchbowls & Pincushions (Congressman Marcus Pike x f!reader)

summary: The duly elected representative from Texas’s 27th congressional district has a meeting, takes a walk, and meets a woman.

pairing: Congressman Marcus Pike x f!reader

rating: general audiences for this installment, though this series will be explicit and my blog and its content are only for those 18 and up

warnings: none

word count: 2.7k

a/n: Y’all, I’m excited for this one. This is the first installment of what I hope will be a more relaxed fit-ish series I’ve been thinking about for a long time: an AU in which Marcus Pike decides to turn in his badge and his gun and try a different kind of public service. I’ve just been waiting for the right excuse to finally get this first bit down on paper, so thank you as always to the lovely folks at @writer-wednesday for the photo prompt! Big thank yous also to @ezrasbirdie, @whataperfectwasteoftime, @magpie-to-the-morning, and @the-ginger-hedge-witch for letting me ramble at them about this idea for far too long, and to Birdie for looking this over for me!! ❤️

punchbowl: the Secret Service’s code name for the United States Capitol Building.

pincushion: the Secret Service’s code name for the Rayburn House Office Building, one of three main buildings where members of the House of Representatives and their staffs’ offices are actually located.

Main Masterlist. | Series Masterlist. | Taglist.

———

It’s not going to happen.

The words play on a loop in Marcus’s head as he tries to calmly traverse the halls of the Capitol.

Leonard, I campaigned on this.

I know, Marcus, I’m sorry.

Look, if this is about HR 86 -

It’s a matter of cost, Marcus.

Bullshit. The whole package is $57 billion. You’re telling me $100 million to expand drug treatment courts is the straw that breaks the CBO’s back?

It’s a miracle we got all the things in that we did. It’s gonna be hell trying to get this through the Senate as it is.

And what am I supposed to tell my constituents in the meantime?

To get used to disappointment. Or just blame the Senate. I always do.

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Stranger At My Gate - Chapter 10 (Pero Tovar x modern!OFC)

A time-traveling Pero. A modern woman trying her best. A kitchen full of possibility. A helping of Midwestern kindness. A dash of magic. And a whole lot of Christmas spirit.

pairing: Pero Tovar x modern!OFC

rating: E 🚨 [18+ ONLY, minors DNI]

warnings: at the risk of spoiling things, SMUT; unprotected PIV; oral (f receiving); blink-and-you’ll-miss-it Pero having a pain kink; Pero having a lil bit of a breeding kink; ungodly amounts of fluff; one (1) instance of your author taking liberties with language history

word count: 7.3k

a/n: Here we are, folks. This is it. I’ll have more to say at the end of this chapter, and I’d strongly advise you to read all the way to the end. 😉 Also a reminder that going forward, I will only be tagging folks in my writing who have signed up via my official taglist form.

Extra major helpings of thanks and forehead kisses to @whataperfectwasteoftime for looking this over for me and for tolerating me tearing my hair out in her DMs over this chapter. ❤️❤️❤️

Previous chapter.

Masterlist.

———

Ten.

Panic seizes Tessa’s chest, robbing her of breath. A chorus of thoughts rise loud in her head, jumbled and half-formed -

He can’t have gone back

I’m late, I’m too late

So stupid, should have told him before I left

Too late too late too late

There’s no way to tell how old the footprints marking Pero’s path towards the woods might be, but after only a moment of paralysis, Tessa’s off like a shot.

He could have left hours ago, he could already be back in his own time and there would be nothing more that Tessa could do.

But she has to know for sure.

There’s no conscious moment of deciding - one second she isn’t running as fast as she can in the direction of the trees and the next second she is, never mind that it’s well below freezing with the snow coming down with an increasing vengeance. Never mind that she’s still dressed for air travel, in nothing more than jeans and a sweatshirt and cute little ankle boots that are definitely not meant to go trudging through more than half a foot of snow. Her coat’s still in the back seat of her car but she can’t stand to make even the smallest detour for it. Pero may be long gone, but if he isn’t, if there’s a chance she could still stop him and ask him to stay, who knows how long she has. Ten seconds to grab her coat could be the difference.

Pero’s footsteps get more difficult to follow once she hits the tree line, but her Gift is not called intuition for nothing. She can feel some sort of instinctual pull towards the Gate, or maybe it’s towards Pero, aided by the faint ghosts of memories of her childhood spent playing in these woods. She tries to yell Pero’s name, but the freezing air burns in her throat as she attempts to draw enough breath to keep moving as fast as she can.

An eternity somehow fits into the handful of minutes it takes her to make it to the small, perfectly round clearing where the two trees that make up the Gate stand. She’s never been this close to the Gate before, and certainly not when it’s been open. Apart from the slightly unnatural placement of the trees, there’s nothing that gives it away on sight. But it throbs with power, emitting a warped vibration Tessa cannot truly hear but rather feels deep in her bones. Something about it calls to her, as though its magic recognizes the kindred spirit of her Gift. But whatever being or force created the Gate was many times more powerful and ancient than the source of her Gift, and if she looks directly at it for more than a few seconds a vague sense of vertigo starts to make itself known at the edges of her vision.

What small amount of light was left in the day is almost completely gone, the snow on the ground doing little to reflect it back as fat flakes continue to fall. Tessa can’t tell if Pero’s footprints continue across the circle to the Gate. She takes two deep breaths, then opens her mouth to let out the scream she’s felt building since she walked in her front door to find her house cold and empty -

“I’m here, Tessa.”

Her head whips around at the sound of his voice so quickly she hears her neck crack. She squints through the snow and darkness and sure enough, sitting on a fallen log just outside the edge of the clearing, is Pero. Tessa has to make a hasty grab for the nearest tree to keep from collapsing in relief.

“Pero,” she croaks, her voice nothing more than a cracked whisper.

He stands and comes closer. He’s dressed in his original clothes, the hilts of his swords visible over his right shoulder. The only modern item on him is the thick wool coat he’s been using the past few weeks.

Even once he’s close enough to see his features his face is unreadable. Tessa likes to think she’s gotten fairly good at interpreting Pero’s expressions, having learned just how much this man can say without any words at all, but apart from the tightness at the corners of his mouth, it’s like he’s purposefully trying to keep his face as neutral as possible.

Seconds tick by without either of them saying anything. It’s like Tessa’s emotions are all laid out on a roulette wheel - panic, joy, despair, relief, exhaustion - that’s spinning too fast to figure out what she’s actually feeling at this moment. Then the little white ball falls from the track and sticks in the groove of one emotion in particular.

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Euclidean Geometry

Summary: They make no attempt to define what this is, who they are to each other. All they know is that now they are together.

Pairing: Modern!Pero x Frankie x Jack x f!reader (sort of, this is in the third person, reader is referred to only as she/her)

Rating: E 🚨 absolutely no minors

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: smut, M/M and M/M/F; some implied D/s dynamics; allusions to the lingering trauma of military service

A/n: I don’t know what this is (other than absurdly self-indulgent nonsense), but this idea hooked its claws into me and this is what resulted. It’s just kind of a series of snapshots, really. No plot, just vibes. There may be more after this, we’ll see.

Masterlist.

———

They don’t meet each other until after their time in the service.

Thank god, Pero tells them. I surely would have otherwise murdered you both long before now.

Stop me if you’ve heard this one: three veterans walk into group therapy…

A Delta Force pilot in recovery. A surly Field Artillery officer. A cocky Air Force fighter pilot with a name as ridiculous as his skills in a jet. All here because they are each too full of anger with nowhere to put it.

Talking at therapy turns into talking at a bar after each session. They circle each other, like a pod of killer whales, or maybe like galaxies, pulling closer and closer together over bottles of beer and games of pool.

None of them can say the exact moment it became more. Was it the first time Jack accidentally brushed a hand across the small of Frankie’s back as they walked out of the bar one night, and he felt the shiver that went up the other man’s spine? Was it the night Pero finally spoke about the loss of his first love, his description of William and his death on a desert battlefield making all three men shed silent tears in the privacy of a dark corner booth? Surely it had to have been long before they found themselves in Jack’s bed that first time, letting their bodies say what they could not yet find words for: I want you, I trust you, I know you, I see you.

They make no attempt to define what this is, who they are to each other. All they know is that now they are together.

They each crack the others open, the process of healing as painful and beautiful as filling in their scars with gold.

And then there is her.

The relationship between the three men had not been a closed loop, not at first. There had been times where one of them (Jack, more often than the others) had gone off and for a one- or two- or (never more than) three-night stand with another person. And there had been other times where two or even all three of them had shared a temporary partner. But with her, it clicks, it solidifies. They stop searching for more, for new, for other.

If three’s a crowd, what is four? A square, a shape beautiful in its simple perfection, a shape that can only be composed of equals - each line and each angle taking up equivalent space, none more or less important than any of the others, and each one essential.

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Waterproof

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x f!reader

Summary: Watched The Bubble. Had a thought. That thought was: I wanna edge Dieter Bravo until he cries and ruins that silly eyeliner.

Rating: 🚨 E for explicit, folks. NO MINORS.

Warnings: edging, obvs; unprotected PIV; dom!reader and sub!Dieter; Dieter Bravo being soft and respectful and having puppy dog eyes that are impossible to resist

Word count: 1.3k

a/n: Yeah I dunno what happened here, either. I intended for this to be a drabble to get this idea out of my head and practice writing some smut, and it ended up being over a thousand words. None of us is immune from this man, it seems. Not beta’d, barely edited. The gif above is an edging joke.

Masterlist.

———

“Do you wanna have sex with me?”

It’s so direct that it catches you off guard.

There’s something in the way he says it, too. There’s no arrogance in his tone. He isn’t smug or suave like you’d expect. He’s a movie star. He’s an Oscar winner. He’s Dieter Bravo, for fuck’s sake. But instead of a smirk and a smoothly delivered pickup line, he’s looking at you over the bar top of the fancy estate chosen to house the cast of ”Cliff Beats 6” with huge brown eyes that are full of hope, not expectation.

It’s a simple enough question.

It’s also a bad idea. You’re hotel staff. He’s the fifth-billed actor on the sixth installment of the 23rd biggest action series of all time.

But he asked so politely. There’s an open earnestness on his face that tells you he doesn’t want you to say no, but he’d respect it if you did. And it all makes you suspect that this man, with his broad shoulders and large hands and soft eyes, may enjoy the same kinds of things you do. That he may make a rather complimentary bed partner. You decide to test your theory.

“That depends, Dieter.” You rest your elbows on the bar top and lean closer to him like you’re about to share a secret. “Would you be a good boy and do exactly what I say?”

His eyes go black. He swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.

It’s a simple enough question. He gives you a simple answer.

“Yes ma’am.”

———

You don’t get to cum until I say you do, Deiter, is that clear?

Crystal.

You got a safeword?

Academy.

Jesus Christ.

You push him down into a fancy armchair covered in embroidered silk in the corner of his suite, a set of rooms that probably costs more per night than you make in a month.

Dieter still has his makeup on from today’s shoot, a not-terribly-subtle dark smudge under each eye, and it enhances the eager puppy look he has going on, almost like he cannot believe his luck. You clamber into his lap and feel him already starting to harden through his sweatpants. An experimental grind of your hips draws a little moan from his throat so you do it again, and again, the soft friction against your clit and the increasing size of his erection making your core start to throb with arousal.

“Please,” he murmurs, “I want - can I - ”

You run your thumb over his bottom lip, stilling your movements.

“Easy, sweet boy. What is it?”

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360 notes - Posted April 7, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Rights and Wrongs

summary: “I’m not keeping it, Jack. I knew that before I called him and told him. I don’t know if I want kids, but I do know that I don’t want them now. Not like this. And not with him.”

Or: Whiskey helps you get an abortion.

pairing: Whiskey x f!reader

rating: M

word count: 6.4k

warnings: possible dead dove do not eat; unplanned, unwanted pregnancy; early pregnancy symptoms including vomiting; descriptions of what pregnant people have to go through to get an abortion in the state of Kentucky; abortion clinic protestors and physical and verbal harassment of patients; reader has a medically unnecessary but state-mandated trans-vaginal ultrasound; use of moderate anesthesia and recovery from anesthesia; allusions to past loss and trauma (it’s Jack, I’m assuming know his backstory); not super-explicit description of reader getting a surgical abortion; Jack being a little naive in the way well-meaning straight white dudes often are but also being pro-choice as f*ck

Author’s note:

*Fleabag voice* This is a love story.

Hey there folks. Please read the warnings on this one. I know that pregnancy can be a tough topic for a lot of people to read about. Everything I’ve described here is what you actually have to go through to get an abortion in Kentucky. (Or, well, it was, until two days ago when the Kentucky legislature overrode the Governor’s veto of HB 3, which has resulted in a complete stoppage of all abortions in Kentucky.) If this is not a thing you want to read about, for whatever reason, I respect that completely.

However, if you read this fic and think it might be a good idea to spout some anti-abortion nonsense at me in response, I am going to pre-emptively suggest you kindly shove it up your asshole instead.

Abortion is health care. Abortion is a human right. You will not move me on this. I wrote this fic because I have a lot of anger and fear and frustration that the human right to bodily autonomy is about to be completely gutted in my country. But I also wrote it because abortion is normal. People get abortions every day. And I wanted to write and read a fic where reader gets her happy ending with Jack and an abortion is how it happens.

Additional note: This fic is also a fundraiser! April is when many abortion funds host their biggest annual fundraisers, and you can help! For each note this fic gets between now and the end of April - every like, reblog, and comment, even the ones that are me replying to someone, and hell, I’ll include asks and DMs about this fic too - I’ll donate a dollar to the Kentucky Health Justice Network, a fund providing direct financial and other assistance to people in Kentucky who need abortions.

If this sounds like a journey you’d like to go on with me, then let’s go.

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This afternoon has been taken up by two phone calls you never thought you’d have to make.

The first to the Kentucky Women’s Health Clinic. The second to your ex-boyfriend.

The call with the clinic goes well, better and easier and kinder than you’d expected, even if their first available appointment is further out than you’d prefer. The call with Michael goes even more poorly than you’d thought it would.

He hadn’t been your ex for very long; only about two weeks. Your breakup had not been amicable; nearly three years of dating had come to a car wreck of a conclusion when you’d discovered explicit texts and photos of several other women on his phone, going back months. He hadn’t tried to argue with you when you’d confronted him; instead, he’d blamed you for his forays into infidelity. You worked too much. You were too focused on your career. You didn’t devote enough time or effort to your relationship anymore, so no wonder he’d started to look elsewhere. Never mind that this was the first time you were hearing these complaints.

You weren’t heartbroken so much as furious. Furious with him, but also furious with yourself for not seeing the signs and ending things sooner.

And now, calling to tell him about the…situation you find yourself in only leaves you feeling humiliated.

“So this is your ploy, huh?” He says after you’ve explained. “This is how you’re gonna try to get me back?”

Your mouth hangs open, and for a moment all you can do is splutter wordlessly in rage.

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An Intimate Display of Insecurities and Hopelessness

The air-conditioning was out. Again. And Feyre had already stripped down to a tank-top and shorts. The heat was miserable.

“Sweet mercy,” she muttered as she stood in front of the large fan she’d bought yesterday to try and keep things cool. It wasn’t working.

Feyre brushed her hair from her sweaty brow and bit back a curse. This day was not going at all the way she’d wanted it to. It had taken her far to long to get anything started, not to mention coordinating with Elain on how she wanted to participate in the shop.

It was only three days to her deadline to get her shop up and running. Three days to get pallets made, canvases designed, and interior design finished. All in one-hundred-degree weather and boob sweat.

She turned back to the mess of her shop. This was going to take more work than she had time for. Or sanity.

The front door opened behind her with a clatter. Feyre wasn’t that concerned about it, knowing she was getting some things delivered.

“Just leave the deliveries on the floor,” she said, not looking back. She was trying to have a vision of what she was going to accomplish, a vision that would be epic and glorious.

“Excuse me?”

Feyre spun at the smooth voice and nearly stumbled. The most attractive man she’d ever seen was standing in her shop. His black pants were crisp and cleanly lined and his black shirt was rolled up to the elbows, displaying his tanned skin. He was tall, lean, and with his black hair swept neatly back.

Feyre felt sweat roll between her breasts. Oh hell.

“Feyre Archeron?” He asked and took a step forward while holding out his hand. “Rhysand Avitas. I’m the new building manager.”

A dozen curses ran through her head as she did her best to wipe her sweaty hand on her shorts inconspicuously. Because of course she knew who Rhysand Avitas was. Everyone in their small town did. He was the son of the police chief and now the youngest elected mayor in Valeris history.

He had also been just a year ahead of Feyre in school. So she knew the kind of person her was. At least, she thought she did.

“Rhysand, of course,” she said as she took his hand. The heat didn’t seem to effecting him. Jackass. “Sorry, I guess I lost track of time.”

Indeed, it was half-past two right when she’d told his assistant that he could come by the shop. And see that everything was in order for her opening deadline. Except she hadn’t really expected him to show up.

“Not a problem.” He smiled in such a charming way that Feyre found herself wanting to hate him.

But Feyre already did hate him. He had bought the building just two days after her father’s death. Just two days after the building was up for sale. She hadn’t even had the time to get funds together to convince the bank that she could buy the lease herself. Now, she was going to have to open her shop under him.

In school he had been captain of the football team, president of the ASB club. He had been the kind of person Feyre had never wanted to interact with. High and mighty, proud and cruel. He’d worn a mask of indifference to anyone beneath him, she was convinced.

Feyre cleared her throat. “Things are a little messy right now, but it’ll be ready for opening day on Monday.”

Rhysand nodded as he walked around the shop. Bits of wood crunched under his too fancy shoes and dust clung to his pants when he brushed up against one of the pallets that Feyre was still trying to decide how to convert into a display case.

“You’re a painter, correct?” he asked. He looked over his shoulder at her and Feyre was taken aback by his eyes. Bright blue—so bright that she could have sworn they were violet. And damn her if she didn’t want to at least try and draw them.

“Yes,” she replied. “My sister does some gardening and does floral arrangements and I’m planning on having her sell some of her work here as well.”

“I remember,” he said, “Mrs. Ellis always made sure all of her classes knew about her protegee.”

Feyre rolled her eyes. The high school art teacher had been someone no one really liked. Aside from her. Maybe it was just because Feyre had wanted someone to pay attention to her, but the woman had always been nice to Feyre.

“My work wasn’t that good back then,” she said. And it was true, it had taken years of study and experimentation to get to where she was now. Ten years after those miserable high school years and here she was, finally maybe a little bit confident with what she could do.

Rhysand said nothing, only observed. “And you’re sure you’ll be ready by Monday? No offense Miss Archeron, but it seems like a lot needs to be taken care of. You assured the bank, and my assistant, that your shop was worth allowing in the complex.”

Feyre’s mouth pursed as she watched his man before her. With his impeccable clothing, that silver watch on his wrist, it was hard to imagine that he’d had any hardships in his life.

“Yes, and I keep my word,” she said, her voice cold enough to rival any a/c. “What I would like to know is why the air conditioning still isn’t fixed. It’s been this way for a week now.”

“It’s being looked into,” Rhysand said.

His gaze turned sharp as he looked her over again. Something passed over his face that Feyre didn’t care to try and understand. She just wanted this man out of her shop so she could get back to work.

“Was there something in specific that you wanted to discuss?” she asked, “or were just interested in questioning my ability to run a shop?”

He smirked at her and shook his head. “You always did have that fire in you, didn’t you?”

Feyre was ready to tell him to get out when a soft cry caught her attention. She held up a finger to silence him as she listened. Maybe she’d imagined it. Hell, she hoped he’d imagined it. Unfortunately the cry came again.

“Just a minute,” she said.

She hurried to the back of the shop where a door led into what would be used for the breakroom. It was a few degrees cooler back there, which was why she’d set it up for it’s current use.

Sitting up in the pack-and-play was her daughter. Seren with her golden hair and large blue eyes looked up at her and cried again.

“Momma!”

Immediately, Feyre scooped her daughter up. Seren latched on with a snake-like grip. Her arms wound around Feyre’s neck tightly.

“Hi baby,” Feyre murmured. “Why are you awake?”

It had only been a half hour since Feyre’d put her down, she’d been hoping for at least one hour of uninterrupted work.

Seren said nothing and only whimpered into Feyre’s neck. As Feyre whispered to her daughter to sooth her, she went back out into the main part of the store to find the diaper bag she’d packed that morning. In one of the insulated pockets, she found a bottle of apple juice.

“Here, honey,” Feyre said. Seren snatched the bottle and began drinking, tears still rolling down her cheeks. “Okay, there we go. Momma need to talk to Mr. Avitas okay, can you let me do that?”

Seren nodded and the almost two-year-old tucked herself right against Feyre’s neck.

Pressing a kiss to her daughter’s forehead, Feyre turned back to Rhysand who stood right where she’d left him. The hard look in his eyes was gone and whatever hard-ass talk he was no doubt going to deliver evaporated.

“It seems I was wrong,” Rhysand said, “you do have some help, don’t you?”

Seren wiggled in Feyre’s arms to get a better look at the man, her bottle sticking in one cheek.

“Momma,” Seren said, her voice just slightly muffled.

“Yes, you are my big helper,” Feyre agreed, “even when you get into my paints.”

Seren beamed up at her. “I help.”

Feyre snorted a bit of laughter. Help. Sure. There were some painted handprints on the wall that aid otherwise.

“Did you have any other concerns you needed to address, Mr. Avitas?” Feyre asked.

He seemed so taken aback that Feyre had had her daughter in the back room napping that it took him a moment to speak again. It would have been amusing if the man hadn’t been so annoying to begin with.

“She looks just like you,” Rhysand said.

That was the last thing Feyre’d expected. She quirked a brow at the man. She knew it was true. Seren, thank the heavens, looked like an Archeron. There was barely a trace of her father. Something Feyre would give thanks for every day.

Feyre heart gave a painful squeeze. Of course that was what he meant.

She met his gaze, holding it for a long moment. Her hold on Seren tightened automatically, something she always did when she remembered her baby’s father.

“Yes, she does,” she whispered. Feyre wondered what Rhysand could possibly know. When she’d moved back to Valeris two years ago, just after she’d found out she was pregnant, she scrubbed her life clean of that man. Rhysand couldn’t possibly know who the father was. Even if he did, he shouldn’t care.

“Right,” he muttered and ran a hand through his hair. Once again, an un definable look flashed over his features, and disappeared just as quickly. “I’ll see what I can do about the air-conditioning.”

“Good,” Feyre said, “I’d hate to have to delay opening.”

And much to her surprise, Rhysand laughed. “Of course not. That would be rather inconvenient, wouldn’t it?”

He turned back to the door and looked as though he would leave without saying anything else, until he paused. He seemed to be having an internal dilemma when he looked back to Feyre.

“If there is anything I can help with, let me know.”

The words were halting and careful. Feyre wasn’t sure how to read them, how to respond. So she only nodded.

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Papa

Part 2 Part 3

let me know if you wanna be tagged please. this will be a series

fem!daughter!reader

word count: 1,855

person: c!schlatt, c!quackity, c!karl, c!sapnap

warnings: parents, cursing, yelling, orphans, cigars and alcohol mention (btw these are the warnings for now)

synopsis: you were loved, you were cherished, then someone left, and other people replaced that person, and you didn't like that.

Your biological parents threw you out of their home because they couldn't care for you. You were at least at the brink of 2 years old when this happened. They put you in a little stroller and took you to an orphanage. "Miss Jessica's Home For Orphans", it was a stupid place, but the place got you fed, and clothed.

On some fortunate day, you were going to get adopted. Quackity his name was. He came in, and asked for kids 2-6. "Those ages are easy to maintain", he thought in his head. He was contemplating whether or not to get a child of his own. He was lonely, no one to love, no one to care for. So Miss Jessica called everyone 2-6 years old to come.

With help from a older person, everyone 2-6 came downstairs. Quackity looked at everyone, and wondered which child he would bring home. Then he looked at you. you looked so adorable, so cute. He asked you, "Hey kid, what's your name." "I'm Y/n, how are you." you smiled at him with barely any teeth. He pulled you gently off to the side, "Hey kiddo, do you want to come with me to my house?" "Yes Mr." you answer.

You were glad to go to Quackity's house, you never had any love from anyone.

(Spongebob theme) 8 years later

You were 10 years old, living happily with Quackity. 8 years ago, he came to the orphanage and picked you up, ever since, you were showered with love and care. But there was one thing, you never called Quackity dad. You would just call him Alex or Quackity.

“Hey Quackity, what’s for lunch?”

“Ummm, some pizza with wings, buffalo right?”

“Yeah.”

Quackity felt bad, you never and did call him by dad, or any parental name. “Hey kid, can i talk to you about something.”

You put down your water, “Yeah, what’s up?” “So lately I’ve noticing that you have been calling me by my name?”

“Are you uncomfortable with me using your name.” you asked. “No, no, but it’s kinda weird, since, yaknow, I adopted you, and I’m a parental figure in your life, so maybe if you would call me dad or another parental name that would be cool?”

“Ohh, the only reason I was calling you by your name because I thought you were uncomfy with me calling you dad?”

“Oh thank goodness, I thought I did something wrong.” he sighed out.

"Could I possibly call you papa, since you-" he cut you off by hugging you. He squeezed his arms around you really hard, 'YES, YES, ANYTHING."

So after that, you would call him papa or dad, and sometimes use his real name.

6 years later, you were 16. The election happened, the calling out of the votes, Coconut2020 coming in fourth, which was last, who was lead by Fundy and Nihachu, Schlatt2020 coming in third, lead by Jschlatt, Swag2020 coming in second, lead by Quackity who is your papa and Georgenotfound, and Pog2020 coming in first lead by Tommyinnit, Wilbur Soot, and Tubbo. Also the sudden announcement of Schlatt2020 and Swag2020 polling votes, and the speech by Schlatt stating that Wilbur Soot and Tommyinnit were no longer citizens of L'Manberg now turned Manberg.

You were surprised, you didn't know that your father with add his votes with Schlatt's. So immediately after Wilbur and Tommy got banned from Manberg, Quackity and Schlatt called you and Tubbo up to the stage. "HEY YOU TWO, COME UP HERE." Schlatt yelled at you both. You both were reluctant to go, Schlatt was scary, his ram-horned self.

"It's ok Y/n, you're ok." your father told you. You stiffly went up the stage with Tubbo. "Tubbo, I want you to be the Secretary of State, and Y/n, I want you to be the First Lady, since your dad is the Vice-President." Schlatt demanded you both to be.

You didn't really want to be in a position of power. You were happy with living with Quackity, in L'Manberg, with no place of authority over anyone.

"Are you sure Schlatt, I mean, I suck at authority." said Tubbo. "Yes, I'm sure, I'm totally sure."

You were doing some paperwork for Schlatt when Tubbo came into your office, "Y/n, Schlatt and Quackity want you in their office."

"Ok, I need to finish this paperwork for Punz, he needs-"

"They said it's urgent."

"Fineee." you got up from your chair, "Thanks Tubbo, by the way, can you finish the paperwork, if you aren't busy."

"Yeah sure Y/n, just hurry up, they are really acting crazy in there." he jokingly stated. "Trust me, they're doing nothing."

You went out of your office, and walked all the way to Schlatt's. There, you found Quackity and Schlatt sitting together, talking about some random presidental shit. "Hey, what you guys needed me for?" you asked. You were desperate to go back to your office, still not used to this place. "We need to tell you something." they synchronized.

"Okkk, so what?"

"Umm, well Y/n, meet your new dad." you gaped at Quackity, then Schlatt repeatedly.

"NOPE."

"NEVER."

"WHY HIM."

"HE SUCKS ASS."

"HE SMELLS LIKE CIGARS AND ALCOHOL, WHY WOULD YOU WANNA DATE SOMEONE WHO SMELLS LIKE THAT."

You rambled on and on until Quackity covered your mouth to stop your obsequent talking, "Calm down mi quierda, first of all, it's not your choice, he makes me happy, I make him happy, and lastly, he smells great."

"YEAH I DO, YOU TELL HER BABE, I DON’T STINK." Schlatt yelled across the room.

“But why him, like there is multiple other people who is better than him.” you whined.

“Ok kid, I like, no love him, he loves me, why can’t you be happy with that.” Schlatt told you irritated.

“But-”

“No buts, just please be supporting of us, please mi amor?”

“Fine, doesn’t mean I like it.”

After that little argument you had with Schlatt and Quackity, you finished leftover paperwork so there wouldn’t be a pile of it when you came back to the office the next day.

You heard a knock on the door, and told them to come in. To your surprise, annoyingly, it was Schlatt, holding up your favorite hamburger from McDonalds. “Hey kid, what you doing?” he asked you.

You didn’t respond to him, trying to stay silent and finish the paperwork. “Your dad told me your favorite meal from McDonald’s, yaknow, as a present I guess.”

You still ignored him. "Kid, I know you don't like me, I wouldn't like me either if I found out my dad was dating-" you interrupted him, "It's not that, I want dad to be happy, it's YOU, you don't deserve his love. Do you understand Schlatt?"

He put his hand on your knee, "I know, I don't deserve him, I'm not trying to replace anyone in your life, I just want to make Quackity and possibly you happy."

You blankly looked at him, "Ok, that was a good statement, but if you hurt dad, I will make sure you live the rest of your life feeling like shit."

"We got a deal kid, you accept this partnership between me and your dad, and I'll won't break his heart, deal?"

You shook his hand, "Deal Schlatt."

"Hey kid, we're going out to a date, you want anything from outside?" Schlatt knocked on your door to your room. You were reading your favorite book when Schlatt interrupted your reading process, "Nah, have a good date."

You were kinda accepting Schaltt dating Quackity. You didn't like their PDA though. It was absolutely digusting, but it made your father happy. "Hey babe, what you doing in here?" Quackity appeared at the frame of your door. "Nothing, just talking to little ol' Y/n, isn't that right?"

"Yes, don't call me that though." "Ok then, you ready babe?" asked Schlatt. "Yeah, Y/n, don't do anything stupid while me and Schlatt are gone." You rolled your eyes, "I'm not going to do anything stupid papa, just have a great night with Jcum." "HEY, DON'T CALL ME JCUM."

"Love you both." you got back into your book, not knowing that the both of them were shocked.

Those three little words got both of them gaping at you. You didn't like Schlatt from the beginning, and you were saying to him "love you"? "What did you just say mi amor?" "I said love you both." you didn't know that those words were significant to Schlatt.

He wanted your approval of dating Quackity, since you are his only daughter. "HOLY SHIT, YOU SAID LOVE YOU TO ME, TO ME." Schlatt leaped with joy. "Don't take it too serious Jschlatt, you kinda warmed up to me these past weeks." you smirked.

He walked to your bed, and hugged you with all his might.

"Schlatt."

"What are you doing?"

"You are squeezing me too tight."

"I can't breath right now, let go of me."

You squeezed out, he was crushing all the oxygen out of your body, "Sorry, Y/n." he shyly spoke, rubbing the back of his neck. "Schlatt, we have had a lot of arguments, I didn't like you, still kinda don't right now, but you are actually a good person, and I actually, not fakely, approve you to date my dad."

Schlatt ran out your room screaming repeatedly, "YES, LET'S GOOO."

Quackity was out doing some random things for Schlatt, while you were cooking Schlatt's favorite food. Since last week you declared that you were actually ok with their relationship, you actually got comfortable with Jschlatt being near you.

It was a teasing relationship, you guys making fun of each other when the other did something wrong. To kinda celebrate the event, you were making food. You heard the door open, and there Schlatt was in his presidential suit. "Hey Schlatt, what's up?" you questioned while mixing the pasta in the pot.

He took of his jacket, shoes, and tie, looking stressed, "Nothing kid, just stresed out" "About what?" "Tubbo needs a lot of items to get something for me, but I don't have them." he sighed. "What does he need?" "He needs stupid netherite, the only thing I don't have in hand." "I actually have some, I could give it to Tubbo." you stated. "Thanks kiddo." "No problem Schlatt."

"Anyways, food is going to be ready in an hour."

"Thanks, I'll be in my room."

"Ok dad." He stopped in his tracks, "What did you just say to me." "What do you mean?" "Y-you just called me dad." he stumbled on his words with unbelief lacing them.

You smiled over your shoulder, "Maybe I did, maybe I didn't, who knows?" "You actually consider me to be your dad?"

"Well yeah, you're nice to me and papa, you take care of me, you love me, so why not?"

He hugged you from behind, "Thanks kiddo, I'll receive this announcemet with honor," he jokingly stated. "No problemo dad, just go take a shower, you stink." "NEVER." he wrapped his arms around you as much as he could.

(This is the end of this first part, this is my first time making a series, let me know what you think)

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Tommy, a human, gets taken to a world full of monsters and is separated from his brother and his best friend. He is found in a candy store by a monster named Wilbur who decides to spare Tommy’s life. Will Tommy ever fond his family or will he be making a new family?

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Tags- #grounded au

Tws-Bugs, Angst, Self Deprecation, Nomfs though rarely, Hurting and Comforting

Wilbur, who is vying for the attention of his father and mother who often disappears for months on end, invents a shrink ray in the hopes that they will both be proud of him and give him some of the attention Tommy and Techno, his brothers, are given. They end up arguing next to the machine outside and accidentally trigger it, causing them to all end up as small as insects.

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Abandon Ship/Siren/Pirate Au:

Tags- #abandon ship au , #abs au

Tws- Angst, Hurt comfort, War mentions, Piracy, Murder

Phil is a siren. He can also sizeshift and preform magic in order to make himself appear human which allows him to get his food easily without issue. His food is human children. After murdering an entire pirate crew he decides present his ship as somewhere where all kids are welcome. He sings to lure children but only winds up with Tommy, an orphan.

Next port he goes to he meets Techno and Wilbur. The two look to be twins but the one clutching the guitar appears to not listen to Phil’s melodic commands but rather, is following Techno. These kids will suffice…

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Clingy Vampires Au:

Tags- #Clingy Vampires Au , #cv au

Tws-Found Family, Hurt/Comfort, Nomfs

Tommy and Tubbo are both Vampires. Borrower blood is extremely potent so when the two end up finding some borrowers they immediately want to get ahold of them…totally not for adoption purposes…for nomfs of course……….

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Lullaby of Hell's Shadow Au

Tags- #Lullaby of Hell's Shadow au , #LoHS au

Tw-Murder, Gore, Angst, Neglect, Hurt Comfort, Found Family

Kristen had her throne taken from her by some upstart named Philza Craft. She wants revenge on the throne that is rightfully hers. So she trains her first born son to take the throne.

The shadows are irrevocably entwined to those born of the nether.

These are connected

Works- Part I |

Prank au

Tags- #prank au , #the prank

Tw-Angst, Dehumanization, Noms, Hurt/Comfort, Violence

Wilbur and Tommy may not be brothers by blood they are brothers by choice and thats all that matters. This year, the two have glorious plans for their greatest prank yet. But what happens when it goes to far?

Works- The Great Divide Between You and Me[I] | The Great Divide Between You and Me[II]

Night We Met

Tag- #night we met au , #nwm au

Tw-Angst, Fear of death, fear of losing loved ones, nomfs, violence

The night is young and you’ll always meet a strange character or two in the town of Esemtria. Though let it be known that the Emerald protectors no longer protect the town. Best make your stay short and brief and you best stay out of those woods. After all, who knows who or what you’ll meet in those woods.

Works- Part I |

Will be adding the other fandom aus at antoher time

Au Info Posts/things about the Au can be found under the correlating tag for said Au. Other writing without an au is listed in the writing tag

#Snake Surprise #arcadia au #High Stakes Au #Clingy Vampires Au #grounded au #monster candy au #borrowing from the internet au #bfti au #abandon ship au #mothbur au #i’m alive au #shifted dice and sorry smiles au #pretty shitty borrower au #the prank #prank au #nwm au #night we met au #lohs au #lullaby of hell's shadow

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