#if anyone knows a good rabbit blog please tell me

[amber-tortoiseshell]

When i first looked into rabbit genetics more seriously i was so bewildered by aa ee, "solid" red being more patterned than A_ ee, agouti red...

But like. The a allele isn't some kind of "depatterning" allele. It doesn't makes the coloration even, it makes the coloration darker. It's a melanism allele. And when I started to look at it like this, suddenly a lot of things started to make sense

[cripplecharacters]

Hello! I have a question about characters with a facial difference and animal attributes (like, Kemonos).

A story I'm planning has the protagonists coming from our world to one with magic, where the magic usually shows on your body, like someone with light magic having glowing hair and stuff like that.

One of the characters has strabismus. In my original idea, she was going to be an animal shapeshifter, since she studies zoology and likes improv theater; her visual cue would be being a mix and match kemono (like, a rabbit ear, a dog ear, and a lion tail, or something like that). She'd keep the strabismus in all forms.

But I think while scrolling the blog I saw something about disabled people/people with FDs often being likened to animals, so now I'm worried that it might fall into that trope, though it wasn't intended. There will be other characters with FDs who aren't Kemonos (including another main character), and there's other kemonos and characters with animal-based magic who don't have a FD, but if it falls into an uncomfortable trope, I can come up with another magic for her and give the shapeshifting to someone else.

Thank you all so much for all the hard work you're doing on this blog, by the way!

Hey!

This sounds fine to me, mostly because of a few things:

she isn't originally an animal, and even then only has animalistic attributes;

she chooses to transform into an animal, and the decision is related to her passion rather than “all characters get innate magic and the visibly disabled one just 'happens' to be the sole animalistic one”;

ears and tails are almost* always fair game IMO;

there are other characters with facial differences who aren't associated with animals;

there are other characters without facial differences who are associated with animals.

*- things that are exceptions to that (for future reference if anyone wants it): - rabbit features + cleft lip; - cow features + vitiligo; - rat anything + anything, I actually like rats a lot but as an animal they gotta stay away from being associated from like 99% of minorities' representation; - “funny animal” + strabismus/drooling/skull conditions, as a rule of thumb: if the character looks like a wojak it's time to stop.

So yeah, I don't see anything wrong with it. It sounds pretty cool.

I'm usually not a fan of animalistic characters with facial differences (unless we are talking about a story where everyone is an animal, that's a completely different thing) because I, and quite a lot of people I know, have been compared to them as part of bullying or a microaggression. For me personally, it was both by people who were intentionally trying to harass me, as well as genuinely well-meaning people who just didn't consider that maybe telling someone his face reminds them of a dog's one is kinda fucked up.

The reason I don't think that's what's going on here is that you seem to be aware of the trope's existence and try to avoid it, along with giving your character actual agency. The magic giving her animal features isn't because of her disability (which is clear based on the fact that there are other characters with one but not the other trait), it's because she as a character likes animals!

I will also say that I'm not really against all kinds of animal-related magic when it comes to characters with facial differences. If there was a Disney princess with septicemia scarring on her whole body who talks with deer, it would go hard as hell. But the 99.9% of animal-related characters with FD I see are more akin to “scary scarred man is likened to a [predatory animal] because he's so scary and has scars, also he's drawn in a collar and half his dialogue tags are animalistic”, thus the blanket “no animal people with FDs please” statement you saw on some of my previous posts.

Hope this helps and explains my reasoning. Good luck with your writing,

mod Sasza

[hacked-by-jake]

Wargh, I'm hyped (despite the negative things), I'm deep in that rabbit hole (again) and I have nobody here to talk about my obsession with a mobile game 🥲 I even thought about creating a Duskwood/Moonvale Forum. So I'm here, scrolling through tumblr, especially yours, trying to become part of the fandom community 😅 It's good to know, that you're still here, I followed you for a long time, without being brave enough to contact you.

The last days I had many people telling they never were brave enough to contact me or to reach out or interact in any other way. I can understand this feeling very well, I think I almost never reached out to someone out of fear to bother them or be weird or make them feel uncomfortable in any way. Most of the time I'm just to insecure.

If anyone of you feels like this with me, please don't. Easier said than done, I know. But really, no one ever has to worry about bothering me or anything. And I would never think that you're weird or whatever. Trust me. When people want to talk to me.. most of the time it sounds so unbelievable to me because I'm like "Why would anyone talk to me?" So, every ask or comment or whatever I get makes me the happiest person on earth because to me, it's just wonderful when I see people liking what I just said or they want to talk to me about specific things or similar.

So please, never hesitate to reach out, okay? I'm here and I want to see the fandom and all of you. You're kind and amazing and I mean, we all love Duskwood. So we already have a huge thing in common. :)

I won't lie tho, I'm super bad with DMs, which is never due to anyone of you. It's just my problem with communication and the strength to answer you. Not because I don't want to, but because if I answer, I want to give a good answer and I want to put effort into it. Sometimes that gets into my way and makes me hesitant. Because even if you reach out to me, and maybe you're afraid to bother me or something, I also fear to come over as weird or anything. So, if you're nervous, don't worry, I'm as well. Hehe. 💚

And I actually know you're following since a longer time. Every time I see you I recognise you, your name and profile picture. And I'm always happy see people coming back and are still interested in the game and also in the fandom. For me, it's a great thing and of course, this fandom will welcome everyone as long as you're kind. (You are, heh) But I mean in general. I've never experienced anything else here before.

So if you want to post yourself or only interact with blogs I'm 100% everyone will appreciate it and is happy to have you with them.

And welcome back in the rabbit hole, I'm waiting for all of you to arrive, we have lots of space in here and some chinese food, as long as you like it, haha.

So, of course, you're welcome to share your thoughts and to talk about the game with me. I'm also happy about it and I'm sure I will enjoy it. 💚

And I'm also glad you decided to send the ask now. Since you say you were not brave enough before, it's nice that you overcame this feeling. It's a huge thing and you can be proud of that. 💚

I thank you very much for your time and your lovely words. This ask already was enough to make me happy. And I hope you will have a wonderful day/evening/night! 💚💚💚

[silly-lesb21]

Please do not read if you don’t want to be disappointed in another human

I don’t even know who I am anymore. I have faded away over time and I am barely a shell of a person. I am going to ask you all a few simple questions and I hope you think about what I have to say.

I am asking you why. Why do you like my posts ? Why would you follow my blog? Why do you actually care about anything I do? Why are we friends, if that’s what we are. I am asking these questions for you to answer in your mind, but if you feel like telling me, that would be cool. But, I can’t be the great person you hope I will be, or wish I was. I don’t even know if I’m still human.

At this point, as I look at my life, I can see how terrible I truly am. I feel like I’m spectating my own life, and I only become a character in my life when something bad happens. Like I can’t even remember the goodness as a thing I was a part of. I watch the good roll by, and the badness hits me like a truck.

Right now , I don’t deserve death anymore. I don’t deserve the sweet relief of death. I really messed up today , and I was a terrible person. I hurt on of the best people in my life, and I didn’t even acknowledge how bad I messed up until I read one of this persons words. I might not be posting a lot, so I can wallow in self hatred. But don’t worry, I’ll do it silently, so I can’t hurt anyone else. I will keep all of it in until I have a breakdown at 2:00 am.

Also, I will be keeping the anonymous setting on permanently. I want any of you guys to be able to talk to me, and I want all of you to feel comfortable in this little space I have made. I want all of you to be able to vent here, and not feel judged in any way.

I’ve gone down the rabbit hole, and I don’t know if I will come up. I’m really sorry if I’m being dismissive or distant but I just want everything to stop.

[ash-and-books]

Rating: 5/5

Book Blurb:

Prey for Rabbit is an enemies-to-lovers PNR novella featuring a brutal werewolf and his reluctant bunny-shifter mate. This story contains dark themes and many triggers, including gore, murder, and graphic sexual content. Please check the full CW/TW list in the book's front matter.

The white wolf thinks I’m his prey. Little does he know, he’s mine.

The rabbit shifters and the werewolves have had a truce for centuries. Our burrow sets three of our kind loose in the woods on Easter to be hunted, to be slaughtered like the prey we are.

Then, the wolves leave us alone for the rest of the year. 

When I’m selected as a sacrifice for this twisted tradition, I refuse to be another victim. All it takes is an abandoned cabin in the woods, an old ax, and the unexpecting wolves thinking I’m an easy target like all the rest.

The silver wolf is the only one who doesn’t underestimate me. It’s just my luck that when I scent him… I go into heat, and his inner beast chooses me for its mate. 

Too bad we want each other dead.

Review:

She's a a rabbit shifter sent as the new sacrifice to the hungry wolves... except this particular wolf wants her all for himself. Ruth is a rabbit shifter who's entire burrow has had a peace treaty with werewolf shifters... that all hinges on the fact that every year 3 rabbit shifters would be sacrificed to be eaten and hunted by the wolves. When Ruth is selected as a sacrifice she is determined to not go down without a fight and will do anything it takes to stay alive. Carver is a werewolf shifter who is an outcast in his pack, having no real connection with his wolf side... until he meets Ruth when getting ready to set the sacrifices out. Her ruthless nature, her determination to survive, and her beauty all captivate him and awaken the wolf in him. For once in his life his wolf is talking to him and it's telling him that she is his mate... but wolves and rabbits are not meant to be mates... and in this twisted tradition between their clans he is meant to kill her yet all everything in him is telling him to keep her for himself and destroy anyone that gets between them. It's an impossible love between two people who have both murdered those close to the other... yet in this twisted romance they are both perfectly made for one another. The way I completely devoured this book, it was EVERYTHING. It's the twisted love story that I absolutely love and the constant battle between the two characters was great. The undeniable pull between them was so well written and the romance was so good. I really can't get enough of this book and this couple was an absolute delight to read. I love how ruthless and determined to survive Ruth was, and I loved that thats what Carver absolutely adored about her. Ruth was an amazing protagonist who fought tooth and claw to survive, her will to live was amazing. I seriously loved this book and would absolutely recommend it for anyone who enjoys a dark romance with a shifter twist!! It seriously takes enemies to lovers to the extreme perfect state.

Publication/Blog: Ash and Books (ash-and-books.tumblr.com)

*Thanks Aiden Pierce for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

[benschwartzcinematicuniverse]

Here’s the intro post that no one asked for! Hopefully I’ll figure out how to pin it to the top 😆 💕🎉🤝🎭👻🐸📝🌱🖤🎶

Edit: adding a break because this post is so long. I ramble fyi

Scroll to the bottom for one of my favorite Ben interview answers 💕

Me

I am leading, yet again, with the fact that I am a child of the 80s friends, so please remember that. I won’t be posting any 18+ content, but it’s always good to know who you’re talking to online. My kids are on here and I want them any everyone to stay safe. That being said, always feel free to engage. Some days I’m chatty, somedays I’m a ghost

I’m a communications major, a writer, I work retail, and I volunteer. LGBTQ+ family. Pantheist. Leftist. My birthday is on Halloween. I have ridiculously shitty music taste. I love the rare times it rains here in AZ and would happily move somewhere where it rained all the time. I love space and good conversation and my kids more than anything. I live with bouts of depression and anxiety. I also picked up grief at a young age and I wouldn’t wish that on anyone

I have no creative links to share, but I do have a private portfolio, a music blog I abandoned, and an ao3 account that hasn’t been updated in yeeears

Fun stuff

This blog is 99% Ben Schwartz content. I love him. I respect the hell out of him. And he’s just so, so silly. I cherish the things that make me smile when it feels impossible. He’s also super cute?? The other 1% is the socialism that’s on the label. More on that later.

On Schwartz:

Favorite character: Anthony Scarapiducci (don’t ask me why, I still don’t know. So much of him is such a facade. Ben said Tony “wants to show that he's not just a piece of s*** and that what he's doing matters.” I’ll do a whole post on Tony someday ILHSM

Favorite movie: I am a huge Sonic fan (since the 90s!), so those movies are huge. Standing Up, Falling Down is way up there

What made me a fan: he’s always made me laugh, but sharing some videos with my kid had me falling down the IMDb rabbit hole. It’s hard to watch so much content in a row and not fall in love with the guy. I’m also a big fan of ridiculous stories with authentic characters. Give me a good work of fiction with the most believable people running around in it. Ben is so endearing that, no matter how over the top he is, I totally buy what he’s selling every single time. Plus I’m a big improv fan and that boy can sing, so whats not to love

I also randomly started tagging “any excuse for a Josh Bath gif” and have had a few people tell me they watched the Earliest Show because of that and I cannot explain how happy that made me

On Socialism:

Socialism is the framework of a government that takes care of its people. I could break off into facets of leftism and talk theory all day - but my stance is literally “take care of each other.” The phrase “from each according to their ability, to each according to their needs” (popularized by Karl Marx) means a lot to me, as does the Spanish idiom “hoy por ti, mañana por mi” (today you, tomorrow me). I volunteer with a kindness organization (feel free to ask me which one). I have been working together among local folks to build and strengthen mutual aid hubs in our communities. I also do water distro and deliver other Heat relief supplies to unsheltered folks

This space will not be used to preach (but I am an ordained minister if you’re needing one 😆), nor will or be used much to educate. The socialist side of this page is more about being actively present in the world I believe in

Tl;dr

I’m always up for meeting new comrades. Asks are open. Feel free to chat and also definitely tell me what your favorite favorite Schwartz moment is

And finally

I’ll leave you with this moment from Ben’s Mythical Kitchen Last Meal interview that I hope makes you smile

[pmatga]

Just found your blog and I really like it ❤️ so if it's not too much trouble more head cannons about your OC please

you didn't specify which oc you meant so fuck it. you get Multiple

blair spellman

idk if i've ever mentioned it before (i probably have and i just forgot lol) but she has fire powers like her dad! they aren't as strong as his are though bc she's still alive and fleshy and made up of water. she really doesn't use her powers for anything more than lighting a cigarette when she can't find her lighter, however; that's bc she can't control them all that well. like she's not accidentally setting shit on fire left and right (not since puberty at least), but if she has a great emotional outburst (especially an angry outburst), Bad Shit might happen. thankfully blair didn't really inherit their father's temper so Bad Shit doesn't really happen all that often. don't get me wrong, they Do have issues with anger but that's more due to trauma than anything related to bets (plus she deals with her anger issues in a different, yet still unhealthy way)

is the type to wear axe body spray in lieu of Actually showering because "it’s basically the same thing, right?"

prefers nightclubs to house parties.

another thing that i don't remember if i've ever mentioned before: they were on the track team back in high school. their coach once told them that if they worked hard enough, they could really go places (funny how that worked out). she's not nearly as good of a runner than she used to be, but she can still, say, outrun a swarm of ghosts if she tries hard enough (adrenaline is crazy man)

their last name, spellman, is a surname they decided for themself. and even after reconnecting with their mom's side of their bio family, they still keep their last name as spellman. it's Important to them.

has little to no social media presence. like they have accounts but they never post, they mostly just lurk

she accidentally burned down the last place she worked at (a 7/11). an argument between her and a coworker got heated (pun only slightly intended) and…well. i'm sure you can guess. thankfully no else aside from blair & her coworker were there and they got out more or less fine, so she didn't kill or seriously injure anyone (and she's lucky she didn't). and bc they could never really prove it was her---everything pointed to an electrical fire, even if they could never figure out how the fire got started so quickly nor why it didn't spread beyond the store---she never got in trouble for it nor did she have to pay for it. it scared the shit out of her though, and ever since she tends to stay away from the vicinity.

robert jadeite

if he were in the show, there'd be a running joke abt him having Just So Many shitty jobs. does he just quit/get fired a lot, or does he actually have 15+ jobs? we will never know. for example: waiter, late night gas station attendant, cashier at pacmart (walmart), working the drive-thru at pacdonalds (mcdonalds), pacbucks barista (or maybe starpacs? idk), the guy at a water park who tells you when you can go down the slide, etc. he has so many jobs and he hates every single one of them.

has a semi-popular youtube (pactube?) channel. all his videos are either "sitting in my car or on my kitchen/bathroom floor" style rant vids or 1-3 hour long vids on a hyperfixation-induced rabbit hole he'd gone down.

prefers house parties to nightclubs.

has pretty bad insomnia. he's lucky if he gets 4-5 hours of sleep a night.

he's a college dropout (mental health reasons + mid-semester identity crisis) and was majoring in marketing prior to that. he currently doesn't know what he wants to do with his life and doesn't like thinking abt it bc thinking abt the future scares him.

orbitalia spheros

she’s betrayus & stratos’ half-sister and her bio dad is japanese (or pac-japanese? since tokyo is called pac-tokyo). she didn't meet her bio dad until later in life, as rotunda never told him abt orbitalia's existence. things were shaky between the two of them at first (orbie & her dad i mean) but they're more or less alright now

sunny and orbitalia were best friends back in high school. they drifted apart some in college but they were still very close. orbie & zac were Also friends but weren't As close as she and sunny were.

she Does Not have a good relationship with either of her brothers; she's never really been close with either of them tbh. it's mostly why she almost never comes down to pacopolis except to pick up elliptica whenever she visits.

has made a few attempts to get back into the dating scene over the years, but each and every time these relationships end up dissolving bc her heart's just...not into it (and also bc well. never receiving closure on whatever happened to her husband kinda makes it hard for her to properly grieve which makes it hard to Actually move on). she's still friends with most of her exes though.

akahiro murasaki

was Not A Fan of his in-laws. this is mostly for two reasons: 1.) if there is one thing that both of the spheros brothers are equally good at, it’s at testing the patience of everyone forced by social convention to interact with them, and 2.) orbitalia told akahiro Some Really Concerning Shit abt growing up with rotunda as a mother and stratos & betrayus as brothers. y'know that thing where you're telling someone what you think is a funny story only for them to look at you in horror bc it was actually traumatic? yeah. so while he was willing to be civil for orbitalia's (and later elliptica's) sake, he didn't really go out of his way to be overly friendly to them.

is a transhet man (he/him), he & orbitalia were t4t

liked wearing boots with slight heels (much like his brother-in-laws ironically enough). not really so he'd seem taller (he was 5'9" and was perfectly content with that) but bc they looked good and that's it

was quietly self-confident. he looked good, he was good at what he did, he knew it, and he didn't necessarily feel the need to flaunt it (those kind of ppl annoyed the hell out of him tbh).

that being said he Did have some insecurities, mostly abt whether or not he was actually a good husband and (later on) a good father. as i've said before, he wasn't the most emotionally demonstrative person in the world and he worried abt whether or not orbitalia & elliptica knew that he loved them. orbitalia did (even if she did occasionally have her doubts bc anxiety be like that) and elliptica did too (at the time, at least. nowadays elli's not entirely sure)

gwendolyn hollow

her voiceclaim is sally from the nightmare before christmas

you know how i once mentioned that she uses secret tape recorders to record things? yeah. she does that so 1.) she doesn't have to just rely on her poor memory, 2.) she can decipher anything she doesn't understand later, and 3.) as a sort of audio diary.

is an appreciator of small things, like buttons and strings of ribbon, rocks, animal bones, and such. sometimes she will stare at little things that interest her for so long that griffin or even the good doctor pacenstein himself have to tell her to “move along, girl.”

slightly related to the above hc: pacenstein & griffin call her "girl" a lot. keep in mind she's at least 20 years old.

her middle name, elizabeth, is derived from pacenstein's ex-fiancée elizabeth from way back in the 1800s. and yes it's fucking weird that a.) griffin let his great+ uncle name his first and only child and b.) pacenstein named his grand niece after his ex. like sure it's just her middle name but still. weird shit.

isn't allowed to interact or even show her face to any visitors to pacenstein manor. this is bc the last time she interacted with a visitor (it was literally just to take their coat), they took one look at her, got freaked out, and made an excuse to leave. she was never really told Why but was led to believe it was bc she resembles her great-uncle. it's not.

genuinely doesn't know Jack Shit abt almost anything that's happened outside the castle and what little she Has learned has been history from like...200 years ago, so nothing recent. a whole fucking WAR happened within her lifetime and she's completely unaware of any of it.

griffin hollow

as the caretaker of pacenstein manor and the only one who can/is allowed to leave the castle, he’s usually the one who takes care of dr. pacenstein’s personal affairs---gathering supplies and equipment for them both (yes sometimes this includes Literal Graverobbing), arranging meetings with potential clients, and finding out any recent developments in pacworld (never hurts to keep informed!).

is really fucking cowardly and tends to bend towards dr. pacenstein's will, especially where gwen is concerned. he is Far Too Willing to throw her under the bus if it means getting his great+ uncle's approval.

much like his great-uncle (and much like most of his contemporaries tbh), he believes that his intelligence is far superior to most people’s and that others should be grateful to bask in his presence. unlike his great-uncle (and most of his contemporaries), however, he also knows that this isn’t a stance that endears him to others, so he usually shuts up abt it.

he doesn't express anger in the traditional sense. like he won’t yell (most of the time), get physically violent (again most of the time), or even directly tell someone he’s angry. instead, he chooses to express anger by doing this…passive-aggressive, just downright weird shit whenever he's mad abt something. like "accidentally" locking someone in a room/out of the house, hiding things (usually sentimental possessions or necessary items like keys), turning off the heating/air conditioner with no warning, etc..

[epicsteddieficrecs]

The First Epic Steddie Fic Rec

Y’all, I tried to resist, but it was bound to happen. This fixation will pass, she said. I don’t read enough fic to make it worth it, she said.  I’ll just make the blog to save the username, she said. 

So here I am with my first Steddie fic rec. This is basically gonna be everything I’ve read since I fell into the rabbit hole that is the Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson AO3 tag 😆 (actually gonna do a separate rec for WIPs because this was getting Too Damn Long). Don’t know if I’m gonna be as consistent with this as I am with my other fic rec blog. I guess time will tell ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ . Hope you enjoy! Like, reblog and follow for more ! 

Also. Hey. My dudes, my gals, my nonbinary pals. Put your socials in your fics or your ao3 profile for the love of god. If you see anyone here that I haven’t tagged, please @ them! 

Like a Record, Baby by AidaRonan/ @aidaronan (PWP | 1,8K | Explicit): Three months after the world doesn't end, a traveling fair hits downtown Hawkins.When Steve and Eddie get stuck at the top of the malfunctioning Ferris wheel, Eddie has an idea for how to pass the time.

birds of a feather flock together by Bundibird/ @bundibird​ (Bi Disaster Steve | 2K | General): "You know," Robin tells Mike, her voice low and calm and soothing. "You can like both girls and boys." Steve jerks in his seat like someone slapped him. "What!?" he splutters, and it comes out as something halfway between a yelp and a squawk.

Wiggle and Flourish by AidaRonan/ @aidaronan (Fluff | 2K | Mature): Eddie says his bedroom is where the magic happens. Apparently he meant it.

Over The Phone by Trulynae (Modern AU | 2K | Explicit): Steve is sexting a girl and he ends up calling her to say the dirtiest things he could think of.With a mixture of sleepiness and horniness, Steve ended up calling the wrong number but it turns out that it wasn’t so wrong. (Part 1 of Steddie Over The Phone Series)

Ring Your Line by Trulynae (Modern AU | 1,5K | Explicit): Steve can’t stop thinking about the time he accidentally called Eddie and the night was filled with dirty talk.This time he calls Eddie again, but not by mistake. (Part 2 of Steddie Over The Phone Series)

promise me nothing, live 'til we die by MacksDramaticShenanigans/ @stevethehairington (S4E2 | 3K | General): “You’ve seriously never had your first kiss, though?”Eddie snorts. “Why do you sound so disbelieving? Come on, Harrington. I don’t exactly have a long line of suitors winding out my front door, vying for my hand or anything. Nobody wants to swap spit with the local freak. They might catch something.” “I’m not worried about catching anything from you,” Steve says. Eddie tilts his head, perplexed. “Okay… thanks?” Steve shakes his head. “No, I mean, if no one else wants to, I will.” “Will what?” “Kiss you,” Steve says and knocks all the air out of Eddie’s chest. Eddie’s eyes have got to be as big as dinner plates as he blinks at Steve. “What?”

The Hellfire Shirt Incident by god_hates_tyler/ @bisexual-cryptid (Coming Out | 5K | teen): Steve wears Eddie's Hellfire shirt to work after spending the night at his place. When the kids come in to ask him for a favor, they come to the logical conclusion that Steve must have joined Hellfire Club. Steve, at a loss for what to do, confirms their suspicions so he doesn't have to explain that he didn't actually join Hellfire, he and Eddie are just dating.

i swear that i'm not thinkin' 'bout you all the time (just today, yesterday, everyday, and tomorrow night) by the_onionknight (Post-S4 | 5K | Teen): Robin and Eddie are sitting on the couch facing each other, talking about dumb shit before Eddie finally asks her what Steve’s deal is. Robin snorts. “I’ve known him almost a year now and your guess is as good as mine.” OR: Eddie's out of the hospital and Steve won't leave him alone. Steve's trying to seduce Eddie through chores.

i'm such a fool for you (you got me wrapped around your finger) by the_onionknight (Post-S4 | 5K | Teen): "Nance and I have been in this together since the beginning. But it was never gonna be romantic between us again. I love her and always will, but we’re definitely not meant for each other.” Steve lets out a huff of a laugh. “Besides, I’m striking out with someone else pretty frequently.” He doesn’t know why he says it; the weed and the beers are combining to sabotage him probably. He hears Eddie shift next to him. “King Steve’s lost his touch?” Steve can hear the smirk in Eddie’s voice as he says it. “Oh, I lost it a long time ago,” Steve laughs into the night sky, rubbing a hand across his face. OR: Steve and Eddie are both very dumb and very into each other.

I'll Be Your Captain by plutosrose, yammz (Post-S4, PWP | 6K | Explicit): Or, Robin requests that Steve wear his Scoops Ahoy uniform to her birthday party and Eddie loses his mind.

sloe gin fizzy, do it till you're dizzy by MacksDramaticShenanigans/ @stevethehairington (Post-S4 | 6K | Teen): Steve doesn’t flinch away from the closeness. Just breathes and blinks. And then his eyes flicker down to Eddie’s lips and right back up, so quick that Eddie’s hazy brain would have missed it if he hadn’t been paying attention, hadn’t been anticipating it. Eddie takes it as the invitation it has to be, and slowly, slowly closes the distance. His nose does bump into Steve’s as he enters his space, but he pauses, hesitates with his mouth hovering a hair’s breadth away from Steve’s.He waits for the rejection, for the brutal shove away, for the disgusted “what the fuck man?”. But they don’t come. What does come is Steve’s mouth, pushing forward to press against Eddie’s.

Anything Goes in the Winnebago by ChronicRabbit (Season 4, First Time | 6K | Explicit): “Harrington’s got her. Don’tcha, Big boy?” That’s what Eddie had said to him with that huge shit-eating grin he always seemed to flash after one of his cheeky little jokes. Because it was a joke. There was no reason for Steve’s heart to thud in his chest like it was trying to escape the prison of his ribs. He was so fucked.

Mice Under the Bleachers by ChronicRabbit (Canon Divergent, Pre-S4, PWP | 6K | Explicit): It’s a solid hour since the final bell rang to announce the end of the school day, and yet Eddie Munson is stuck waiting under the bleachers in the empty gym, hoping to snag a ride home with Gareth since his van chose that morning to crap out on him. Still, it’s not all bad. He finally has a moment of privacy away from judgmental stares and scathing insults; a little bit of much needed peace and quiet. That is, until the gym doors slam open and a panicked Steve Harrington is sprinting in, throwing himself under the bleachers and slamming into him like a 5’11” freight train of wiry muscle, expensive cologne, and perfect hair.

Critical Hit by AidaRonan/ @aidaronan (Pre-S4 | 7K | Explicit): Steve shows up to play DnD. Eddie decides Steve can stay. IF 'King Steve' recognizes the real lord and master of Hellfire.

Falling Off The Edge Of The World by coeurdeleo92 (Post-S4 | 7K | Explicit): Steve is rapidly discovering that Eddie Munson has zero concept of personal space. He isn’t exactly complaining though.

trap and devour by crybaby (PWP, BDSM, Voyeurism | 9K | Explicit): “Shh, sunshine. Not so loud, okay?” The words feel wrong leaving his mouth because it’s the complete opposite of what he wants. He wants Steve loud and unrestrained, openly proclaiming how good Eddie makes him feel. But he doesn’t want his best friend to be alerted to what’s going on behind him and veer off the road in shock. Steve and Eddie fuck in the back of his van while Gareth drives.

Whole Lotta Love by stereobone (Post-S4 | 9K | Explicit): Steve scoffs. "I think if I was dating someone, Robin, I would be the first to know about it." "Would you, though?" Robin says.

i want to hold your hand by MacksDramaticShenanigans (Post-S4 | 14K | General): The film isn’t even on Steve’s radar at this point. He couldn’t say what’s happening anymore, but he doesn’t even care. Forget Geena Davis, forget Jeff Goldblum, Steve can’t stop thinking about Eddie Munson, right there next to him, hand inches away from his own. He’s never wanted to hold somebody’s hand so bad before.

Turn Your Back on Mother Nature by gr0gu/ @scifisblog​ (Season 4 | 17K | Teen): It wasn't supposed to go like this.Steve was supposed to work with Robin at the Family Video, flirt with the many many girls who came to browse the expansive selection of VHSes, go on some dates, and hopefully find The One.It was supposed to be a notably upside-down free year.And, hey, for what it's worth? He wasn't supposed to be pinned down on a mattress by Eddie Munson either.And he certainly wasn't supposed to be enjoying it.But that's getting a bit ahead of things…

The Prettiest Boy in Hawkins, Indiana by AidaRonan/ @aidaronan (Future fic, Vampire Eddie | 19K | Explicit): It's been six years since Eddie died. Steve manages a sporting goods store at the mall, and everyone else has moved on and left town. He's twenty-five and he's tired and alone. But the Upside Down is shut away and he's alive and that's what really matters. Until Eleven calls and says she feels something. Something in Hawkins. And then Something shows up in Steve's living room and flashes sharp teeth. (Part 1 of The Prettiest Universe)

Various States of Dress and Undress by orthographicsapphic (Post-S4 | 25K | Mature): Steve Harrington is wearing his vest and looks so good that it knocks Eddie stupid. He feels jittery and giddy and suddenly like he shouldn’t leave Steve alone at all actually; he should get right up in his personal space and speak in long, rambling riddles that make Steve’s mouth twitch and eyebrows furrow, like he thinks Eddie’s funny but isn’t sure if he’s supposed to laugh.or, Five Times Steve Harrington's clothes send Eddie Munson into cardiac arrest, and One Time Eddie gets Steve back.

the affliction of the feeling by nondz (pinkjook) (Post-S4, The Hanky Code | 27K | Explicit): “Hold on,” Robin interrupts. “Hold on, is this— are you, like. Do you know what masochism is?” “I know like I act like it sometimes, Robin, but I’m not actually fucking twelve,” Steve says. OR: Eddie has a black hanky in his back pocket.

The Edification of Steve Harrington by ChronicRabbit (Post-S4 | 32K | Explicit): It had been two and a half months since the end of Spring Break. Eddie had been cleared of all charges, The Byers were back in Hawkins like they’d never left, Vecna was dead and gone, and everything was back to normal; or rather as back to normal as Hawkins could get. Unfortunately for one Steve Harrington, his new normal seemed to be not only his inability to get a date, but also his newfound proclivity towards staring at Eddie Munson’s mouth while he dramatically narrated during a five hour Hellfire session, or counting the freckles on the bridge of his nose, or memorizing the patterns in his honey coloured eyes. What the fuck was wrong with him?

sorry about the blood in your mouth (i wish it was mine) by the_onionknight (Future fic, Hollywood | 36K |Mature): Max had read every one of Eddie’s novels and every one of his screenplays. In every single one of them, in every universe that Eddie could think up, she watched as Eddie fell in love with Steve, over and over and over again. They had different names, different professions, there were different, wild, fantastical circumstances, but it was always them. In every version of reality, they found each other. It was time they found each other again in this version and Max was going to help them do it, even if it killed her. OR: It's 1997, ten years after Eddie and Steve leave Hawkins. Eddie, a novelist/screenwriter, Max, Hollywood's shiniest scream queen, and Dustin, the hottest indie horror director in the business, reunite to make a movie and they're bringing the Party along with them to the middle of nowhere to do it.

Are You Flagging? by soidade/ @ao3soidade​ (Post-S4, The Hanky Code | 41K | Explicit): A (mostly) innocent question leads Steve Harrington on a journey of self-discovery, friendship, sex, and romance. Or: Eddie gives Steve a lesson in flagging, and maybe some other lessons too.

Not So Bad by outofmygourd (Post-S4 | 43K | Mature): Vecna is dead. It's the summer after the party's freshman year. Steve Harrington spends it in the Family Video Store, and Eddie Munson is spending post-graduate life bothering him. And maybe Steve isn't as bothered as he used to be.

took you for a working boy by pukner (Post-S4, Genderqueer/Nonbinary Steve | 43K | Mature): Eddie comes out to Steve, and Steve's heartbroken about it for some reason. Eddie thinks Steve's dating Robin. Everyone else thinks Steve and Eddie have been dating this whole time. Robin doesn't get paid enough for this shit. Also, Hawkins has been cracked open like a badly-baked cake, and everyone's settled into the most mundane apocalypse possible. Eddie Munson starts a radio programme about it. Meanwhile, Steve gets his nails painted and speedruns a crisis.

[becca-e-barnes]

becca, hi, i just discovered your blog and, wow, might be the best thing that has happened to me today!!!! like, the way i wanna get railed rn 🥺🤌🏼

aNYWAYS CAN YOU IMAGINE. CEO!steve or CEO!bucky fucking their assistant or their wwwb (work wife with benefits- yeah, imma coin this. i just invented it) after hours, in their office. reader riding that mf cock, whimpering like a little bitch and steve/bucky just PRAISING THEM AND SLIGHTLY CHOKING THEM and just “good girl honey” omg omg omg ❤️‍🔥🥵 AND THEY HAVE THEIR AHIRT SLIGHTLY UNDINE AND JNBOTTONED AS THE READER SCRATCHES THEIR CHEST

fuck. i need a shower

do whatever you want with this 👀👀

have a lovely day/night!!!

🧚🏻🍓 idk if you have a strawberry giving fairy amon, but if you don’t. that’s me now.

Okay so work wife with benefits actually sounds way too hot, I love it, it’s staying 😩

Oh god just imagine the eye fucking while you’re waiting for the last person to leave the office so you can go at it like rabbits

And I think I’m gonna go Steve this time because I haven’t talked about him in SO long but CEO!Steve has to be endgame Steve because I love a clean shaven man idc

“Oh sweetheart, the second I saw you in that little skirt this morning, I knew what you were up to. No room for panties underneath, huh? Bet you -fuck- bet you thought about this all day. Thought about takin’ this fat cock until you’d had enough. God, you feel incredible.” Steve groans, letting you bounce on his length like you do every Friday evening.

Almost every other day of the week, Steve takes the lead but not on Fridays. Fridays are all about getting you off as many times as your body can handle and that’s easiest with you on top, taking what you need from him until you’re so overstimulated, Steve has to take over.

Your lipstick is smeared on his collar, his perfectly slicked back hair is a mess from your needy hands but you don’t care, whimpers and sobs escaping you, angling your body so his blunt head tortures your sweet spot with every slide down his length.

“This big dick made you go a little stupid? Love seeing you like this honey. No thoughts in that smart little head. That’s what this cock does to you. Just a pretty little thing working herself on a dick that’s way too big for you to handle, aren’t you?” Steve isn’t even wrong. His dick was impressive, long and thick with a slight curve and deliciously prominent veins

“Steve please, I-I needa, oh God I gotta-…” you whine right in his ear, keening against his chest and he smirks giving your ass a firm slap.

“Take what you need angel. Don’t be shy. Know when my good girl is close and you’re right on the edge, aren’t you? Can tell by the way your pussy clings to me. Come on baby. Be a good girl and cum for me.” He teases, one hand cradling your throat, the other soothing your stinging ass cheek.

“Watch me baby. Eyes on me. Lemme see that pretty face when you cum.” Steve knows your body better than anyone else ever has. His fingers flex around your throat, your eyes lock with his and you’re gone, nails scraping down his almost bare chest. The most pornographic moans are dragged out of you, toes curling from the sheer intensity of your high

“Oh good girl, good fuckin’ girl. Creamin’ on me baby, aren’t you. That’s it, take every last inch.” Steve’s little encouragements only drag your high out, his eyes locked on you, not missing a single second of your orgasm. But of course, you’re only getting started, you need enough to tide you both over to Monday.

[captnjacksparrow]

Hello Captnjacksparrow. Hope your having a good day. I have a question. I'm a bit confused. So Sasuke always been uncomfortable with people touching him even Sakura. He doesn't seem to let anyone in.Majority of the time he tells her to get off him and he looks pissed. He seems way more comfortable with Naruto but even still he likes his distance. Even until the very end of series. So how could someone who is so standoffish and irritated with a woman but then ends up marrying and breeding said woman just to still show disinterest??? The naruto fandom even says He's some type of sex god? I dunno. So weird.. I've been scratching my brain tryna figure it out but to me Sasuke doesn't seem attached or interested in anyone who's not Naruto. It doesn't make sense.

(Second question)

Also I've been told that "your annoying" was an endearing nickname? But He always looks irritated when he says it to her. If it's endearment why does he say it with anger? But when he say usuratonkachi he always looks happy towards Naruto.

I don't hate any ship fandoms but this Sasuke loves Sakura is accepted by the majority!!!😳 but I GENUINELY don't understand why. Nobody ever given me a panel that made me say" ohhh he really does love her". Have you?

My head hurts everytime i read a naruto blog outside Tumblr. They make up Sasusaku plot points based on headcanons based on nothingness. And I'm sooo confused. Seriously, what is going on? And i read alot of shounen jump growing up and never saw blatant lies being accepted by the majority in mangas like Dragon ball, bleach, Yugioh, One piece etc which also have huge fandoms.

Anyways that's it. thank you for reading . I love your posts!!! Hopefully you can answering my questions.

LOLOL... What an Ask!!!

I think you, Anon, got lost into that SS Rabbit Hole which made you believe that they represent the Naruto Fandom as a whole??? Well, with the way it's been going, you are very right to assume that and they are everywhere because they took over everything right from Twitter, Instagram, TikTok and Reddit too.

And the fact that Dudebros hate SNS (because they hate Gays) which made them resort to support NH/SS despite they don't give a damn about those ships. They support it out of Spite towards SNS. And that's why they eat up every lies those shippers feed them and spread lies as facts....

So how could someone who is so standoffish and irritated with a woman but then ends up marrying and breeding said woman just to still show disinterest???

There's no real reason, Anon.... It's all for bringing out Next Generation. The Studio forced him to marry Sakura, the popular option.... And Gaiden was all about what if a man who has no interest in women ended up marrying a woman out of compulsion!!! That's all.

Also I've been told that "your annoying" was an endearing nickname? But He always looks irritated when he says it to her. If it's endearment why does he say it with anger?

They are seriously some delusional Ass-Hats... LOL... Please don't believe them.

This is Sakura's reaction after Sasuke roasted her in a furnace.

"Did Naruto feel like this too... Maybe next time I can be a little nicer to him..."

So, She do realize that Naruto also felt bad when she said the same thing to him in the Class just before this scene... because Sakura was also feeling hurt by Sasuke’s words...

How can a word that 'supposed' to be an endearment made Sakura to feel hurt to the point of reflecting her own mistakes??? Why Naruto never felt bad with 'Usuratonkachi'???

Those Ass-Hats don't even take their Kween's reaction into consideration and make pathetic Head canons out of it.

The naruto fandom even says He's some type of sex god?

This is the SS version of Sasuke. They portray Sasuke as this Christian Grey who loves to do this BDSM stuffs with Sakura and devour her. Cringe!!!! I know!!! Partly because the Author sexualized him by making him wear some weird costumes and drew Sasuke in some angles which serves Female Sexual Fantasy...

LOL... This posture and his costume gives off this Dominating Daddy vibes for those Lustful fangirls and hence they hail him as a Sex God who came to devour their Kween into the Oblivion. Geez!!!  

It’s so sad that those Fangirls just care about how he looks like instead of what he has gone through and how he feels inside.... They are just like their Kween who lust for his Beautiful face and Body...

Like Queen... Like Her Followers....

My head hurts everytime I read a naruto blog outside Tumblr.

I felt the same way too... AND THIS IS APPLICABLE ONLY FOR NARUTO SERIES.... Because I could easily check contents related to my other favourite media from almost everywhere... Be it Reddit, Quora or even Instagram. 

But It’s only for Naruto fandom, I simply can’t visit those platforms to get any genuine opinions because of those blatant lies....

I don't hate any ship fandoms but this Sasuke loves Sakura is accepted by the majority!!! They make up Sasusaku plot points based on headcanons based on nothingness. And I'm sooo confused. Seriously, what is going on? And I read alot of shounen jump growing up and never saw blatant lies being accepted by the majority

That's because of the Nature of Sasuke's feelings which was written by the Author in a crystal clear way... And they couldn’t accept the real version of Sasuke written by the Author... That is, he loves a Boy. That's why lies were being accepted by the majority.

I've never read those Mangas you've mentioned in this Ask, So... I am answering from my experience in other fandoms. And I know for a fact that the Main Characters from Bleach, Dragon Ball, One Piece are not Gay.... And the Fandoms I've been in so far were also majorly consisting of Hetero Couples.

Usually, it goes like this... A Boy or A Girl being the point of Attraction and they usually share some important scenes with 2 people who happens to be from the opposite Gender. And that generates the shipping faction and wars.

Let's just say, Naruto is a different anime that we know of... Where Sasuke doesn't exist??!!...

Naruto shares some scenes with Hinata and then some scenes with Sakura. There you go, you get NH and NS. In this case, Shipping fandom fight over which ship is best in terms of who is important for Naruto, who Naruto truly loves, With whom he feels a sense of belonging, which ship has the most romantic moments, bla bla bla....

This is how shipping war happens and when you look at their Arguments, most of the time, Both sides makes sense... Or atleast there will be certain level of truth on both the sides.

Why??

Because both ships have their moments and they argue based on that.

It's always "We have this Vs We have this"...

Whereas when it comes to the Naruto series with Sasuke’s existence....

NH and SS has nothing... Nope... Nada... Zero... Zilch.

There is not one trope which SS or NH can claim that as their own. Naruto erupted 6 tails after seeing Hinata’s supposed death.... But it’s not entirely for her.... It’s for Kakashi, Jiraiya and Konoha.... She is merely the last straw. 

Similarly, Sakura repressed Sasuke’s cursed seal in the Forest of the Death. Whereas 10 chapters later, Sasuke repressed his seal on his own by seeing both of his teammates. And then saving Sasuke from Darkness trope was exclusively given to Naruto alone.

Only in Naruto Fandom, It’s goes like.... SNS Vs NH & SS

It’s always... “We have everything Vs We have nothing”

It’s always.... “Homosexual Romance Vs Heterosexual Indifference”

Since, Homosexuality is something unacceptable for most people and to deny that at all costs, and also to make up for the lack of Romance.... NH & SS peeps.... Especially SS, desperately resort to twisting everything into something romantic and delude themselves in to their Headcanon and pass it off as facts. Like I said before, Dudebros can’t accept their ‘Idols’ being Gay... Not in their Lifetime... And hence they eat up NH and SS ships’ Blatant lies as romantic and delude that Sasuke loves Sakura because they had a Baby. But deep inside they know Sasuke never loved Sakura....

The More Lies a fandom spouts.... The More they don’t have a Genuine Content to prove their claim or May I say those Lies comes out of denial because of strong Homophobia???. 

[itsallyscorner]

Hello, i saw that your request are close atm.😌 but can I request in advance? 😂 (mix!reader) where tom is reacting to fan made videos of the reader and he keeps on fanboying or something and ended up having her as his lockscreen🙃 if it make sense haha. (It just went to my head and share it with you🤓🥰) LOVE YOUR STORIES and i KEEP on re-reading them over and over💕 love lots and I’ll keep supporting you and your stories✨ have a great day

I’m pretty sure this is the request that one anon was referring to! Thank you for the love and support on my blog💕 Once again, sorry for the long wait! I hope you like it💖

💌.

Fanboy

I wanted to make this a headcanon because there’s just too many scenarios of Tom being a fanboy in my head that I can go on for days😭

If we haven’t established it enough on this blog: Tom is a hardcore and very proud Mixer.

Especially with you in the band, Tom’s support for the girl group was above and beyond.

We love a supportive boyfriend🥺

Obviously, you are his favorite member in the band.

He’s told you straight up that you were his favorite. It was also no secret because everyone knew of his crush on you even before the two of you dated.

He even exposed himself during interviews when asked who his celebrity crush was.

“My celebrity crush? (Y/n) (L/n) without a doubt.”

“You didn’t even hesitate to answer that.”

“Why would I? She’s always been my celebrity crush, she’s gorgeous and hilarious.”

His friends and family enjoyed taking the piss out of him. They constantly teased him about how whipped he was for you.

They pointed out how he would follow you around like a lost puppy and look at you as if you hung the moon and the stars in the sky.

As much as he hated the teasing, he knew they were all right.

He was absolutely in love with you. You were it for him. (Yes I’m quoting Cherry, leave me alone pls)

“Tom, you’re such a simp for (y/n).” Harrison teased him one day.

“Yes and what about it?” He would immediately answer back. Sassily, might I add.

Although Tom wasn’t that big with PDA, he never hid the way he felt for you.

He posted pictures of you on Instagram and freely talked about you during interviews or to anyone in general.

He would also promote the band’s new album or publicly congratulate you guys after winning an award. He’d be so cute, he’ll praise you guys and write about how proud he is of you and the girls🥺

Everyone knew about your relationship, but you guys weren’t the kind of couple to constantly post about your relationship on social media.

It wasn’t a secret but it was lowkey to the point where your relationship had privacy from the nosy world.

But basically, yes, everyone was aware of how much of a simp and major fanboy Tom was.

Many fans caught him liking fan edits of you on Instagram and Twitter.

There were also edits of you he found on Tiktok, but those likes were never found lmao.

Though you weren’t as aware as the fans of him looking at fan edits of you.

Tom enjoyed watching edits of you. Especially when he was away for filming or when you were on tour.

He literally has a folder on his Instagram to save all of his favorite fan edits of you to.

His favorite edits are the ones that show how cute and wholesome you are, the thirst edits, and his most favorite, the crack head edits.

Tom literally goes to YouTube and searches for these videos.

(Y/n) (L/n) being the baby of Little Mix for 10 minutes.

Funny (Y/n) (L/n) moments that butter my quakson.

(Y/n) (L/n) being clumsy on stage for 15 minutes straight.

(Y/n) (L/n) being unintentionally beautiful.

(Y/n) (L/n) moments that make me question my sexuality

You get the gist.

Sometimes you’ll catch him staring at his phone, smiling or biting his lip, while a song played over and over again.

That was just him watching an edit of you repeatedly but you didn’t know that.

Omg why do I see him saving one of those edits from TikTok as a live wallpaper and making it his lockscreen?

Which would probably be how you found out about his little fanboy secret on his phone.

“Darling, can you pass me my phone please?” He asked you from the kitchen. You took his phone from the coffee table in the living room and went to where he was.

Maybe your thumb was pressing down on the screen making the live wallpaper move. You know how it makes your phone like vibrate or something? Yeah, you felt that.

So you looked down and suddenly his wallpaper turned into clips of you. You stopped midway just to watch it.

There were clips of you from music videos, interviews, performances, and even red carpet events.

It was like one of those “play date” edits that were trending around TikTok.

Tom comes out to check on you only to find you smiling at his phone. His eyes widen when he sees what you’re looking at.

“I—uh, I can explain!”

He thought you would find it weird and creepy of him to have a live wallpaper of you as his lock screen.

But you didn’t find it weird, you thought it was cute and adorable of him. It made you realize how wholesome of a boyfriend he was.

He’s instantly relieved when you tell him that.

You’d ask him where he got it and he would open up TikTok, then open his favorites.

Which exposed him because it’s literally a bunch of edits of you.

“Why do you have so many edits of me?”

He shrugs, “I just like watching them. They also help me when we’re apart. The fans make so many good edits of you, you need to watch them.”

Tom then goes on to show you all the edits he’s saved from TikTok.

You guys cuddle on the couch while going through them.

After you’ve gone through most of the ones from TikTok he would open up Instagram.

“Wait, there’s more?”

“Yes, there’s more. I can make about 5 Marvel length films out of all of them.”

He’d be so adorable and click on specific ones to show you because they were his favorite.

“Ooo, baby let’s watch this one. It’s very cute and my favorite song is in it.”

“Can we please watch the thirst edits?”

“Look, this one’s an edit of us. Aren’t we the cutest couple ever?”

Later on you would admit that you also watch fan edits of him.

“Do you really?”

“Yeah, they always pop up on my feed and I end up going down a rabbit hole of fan edits of you.”

Then you guys would go through your phone and watch fan edits of him.

He’d find a lot of them ‘sick’ and asks you to send them to him.

Now that you both knew about your love for fan edits of each other, you guys would send edits to each other all the time🥺

Sometimes you’ll even share them to your stories.

Tom did this the most with edits of you. When he shared the edits to his story he would add comments like:

“😍😍😍😍”

“My beautiful girl”

“Thank you for making an edit of @yourinstagram just laughing. I’ve been missing her so much and this really made my day x”

*thirst edit of you* “I’m the luckiest man in the world😍”

Tom is just the most supportive boyfriend and your biggest fan.

He could watch fan edits of you all day if he could :)

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[choicesficwriterscreations]

CFWC Writer of the Month Profile Bex-La-Get

As announced earlier this month, CFWC will now begin highlighting one fanfic writer per month. The writer will be selected randomly, and the criteria remain the same as before when this event was done only after attaining a certain amount of members.

This month, we randomly selected a winner from the writers who submitted their fics for Tumblr's Top 3 or My Top 3 of 2021, and the lucky winner was @bex-la-get. Please enjoy getting to know more about her and her works

Blog: bex-la-get

How do you want to be known on Tumblr? Bex

My Blog

Masterlist

See more below.....

1- When did you start playing Choices? What's the first book you played?

I wanna say the early days like 2017-ish. The first book I played was The Freshman.

2- When, and why, did you join Choices fandom?

Again, the early days of Choices. I’m pretty sure it was in 2017, as Choices was pretty new at the time and there weren’t a lot of book options at the time. I joined because I had seen an ad for the game and I thought it looked like fun. Little did I know it would lead me down the rabbit hole.

3- How did you pick your URL name?

It’s a manipulation of my real name. It took far longer than I’m willing to admit to come to my final decision.

4- Go back to your archive and tell us about the first post on your Choices blog.

I’m not a Choices blog, exclusively, but according to my archive, my first Choices post was when I posted my fic The Aftermath on 4/29/21. I do suspect that’s off because I feel like I remember posting things related to OPH before then but I likely didn’t tag it which is why it’s not showing up.

5- How long have you been writing fanfiction?

Since 2013, I believe. I used to write a lot for the HP fandom; I used to write stories while sitting in my lecture classes (don’t follow my example, kids).

6- What is your favorite Choices book to write about?

I’ve only ever written for Open Heart. I’ve had a few ideas for some other books but nothing that ever developed past the brainstorming stage.

7- Share the first fanfic you wrote with us. Do you still like it or would you change anything about it?

The first fic I ever shared with CFWC was Part 3 of my Choices mini-series. That whole series has a special place in my heart because of how difficult it was to write and the emotional toll it took on me, but that particular chapter was one of my favorites. I wouldn’t change a single thing about it.

8- What is your favorite fic that you’ve written?

That’s like asking me to pick a favorite child. This also contradicts my #1 fic for the Writer’s Top 3 event but I have to say I love A Dance in the Moonlight. It’s sweet and fluffy and gives me all the domestic vibes we were denied in canon. That one just makes me happy.

9- Do you have a fic that you didn’t expect to be well received, but it was? What about one you expected to be, but it could use a little more love?

Hmm… my Bryce x Sienna fic The Start of Something New. That one took me months to write and when I finally posted it, I didn’t think anyone would like it but I was pleasantly surprised to find I was wrong.

In truth, I don’t think there’s one that could use more love. I feel like my fics are lucky enough to have the love they do get; I couldn’t really ask for more than that.

10- What is your specialty as a fanfic writer?

I have no idea. Fluff? Let’s go with fluff, that seems accurate.

11- If you could write only angst, fluff, or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why?

Fluff. I like a good angst but fluff makes my heart happy and it comes a lot more naturally to me.

12- Do you ever recognize yourself in any of your MC’s or in your writing?

Nat is definitely me. Dani, as well, though I’ve based a lot of her mannerisms off of my real-life friends as well.

13- What element of writing do you struggle with most?

Worldbuilding, I think. I like developing characters and I feel that I’m pretty good with plot points, but worldbuilding always seems to get me at that ‘stuck’ point.

14- Do you have any neglected work you really want to finish?

Tons. My Book 3 rewrite to start. I, unfortunately, wrote myself into a corner with that one and I haven’t been able to get myself out of it. Someday I’ll figure out how to get that one back off the ground…

15- If someone you know in real life (who isn’t involved in fandoms) asked to read your work, would you let them? If yes, what would you recommend they read first?

Hmm… I’m not sure. I’m very protective of my writing and I try to keep it separate from my personal/real life. So I suppose it depends on how well I know that person. If I were to have them read a fic, I’d have them read With Every Heartbeat. It’s angst with a happy ending, and it’s a fic I’m proud of so that feels like the best choice.

16- Are there any writers (published authors and/or fanfic writers) who influenced your writing?

The Sisterhood, of course! As for published authors, there’s no one author who influenced me. I’ve been influenced by many authors, it’d be hard to narrow down just one person.

17- Which one of your stories would you most like to see as a movie/series?

Oh dang, what a question. I’d have to say either my Choices mini-series or my current WIP The Way I Loved You. They feel like they could be the most fun to turn into a movie or series.

18- Do you write original stories?

Yes and no. I have some WIPs that I’ve been working on for years but, again, I get stuck at worldbuilding. I’d like to tackle them again but it’s been so long, I’m going to have to start back at square one. Though, I suppose that’s not the worst thing.

19 - What other hobbies do you have?

Video games, reading, dancing, yoga, and Dungeons & Dragons (‘cause I’m a nerd)!

20 - What’s your favorite emoji?

The sheep emoji, of course! 🐑

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Watch Dog

Mob!Kylo Ren x F!Reader

(Inspired by the most recent edition of Writer Wednesday hosted by the kind @autumnleaves1991-blog!)

2k, cw: pre-official relationship, very mild angst (mutual pining), possessive feelings; NSFW (voyeurism, exhibitionism, mutual masturbation, phone sex)

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He smokes his cigarette, in the car.

Plumes of grey spill out of the sliver of space that the cracked window gives way to, crisp cool night air keeping him sane, keeping him calm. It’s hard to remain calm when you’ve been threatened in the way that you have – but that’s why he’s there. He’s there, keeping guard per your family’s orders, and that means nothing and no one will harm you.

Still, each and every movement in the dark park he sits and hides in alerts him, alarms him. Kylo’s finger is poised on his gun, ready to unleash his pent up fury on those who would dare harm you. He has been out here, in this park, watching and waiting for nearly four hours now, and…nothing. That was good, he thinks, but deep down, a part of him wishes with a sick sort of hope that someone would happen, so he could show you. He wants you to know how deeply he cares for you, how strongly he loves you. He wants to kill and main and hurt those who would hurt you, he wants you to see it, see what he’s capable of.

So he smokes his cigarette, in the car.

And he waits.

It’s empty, a Wednesday night strangely quiet. Springtime usually meant that Manhattan couldn’t stop bustling with activity, but this is not the case tonight. The park is closed and it is quiet, and Kylo smokes. He’s got the car turned off, no radio or even the hum of the engine to keep him company. He knows some of the other guys can’t do stake-outs like this without a partner to chat away the hours with, but Kylo has no interest in sharing the vision of you with anyone else, so he is alone.

Alone and waiting, for something to happen. His car is parked on the curb across from the townhome safe-house where you’re staying. When the death threats came, your family immediately decided to move you to a more secure location, and they had chosen here. Kylo didn’t agree with it, and he still doesn’t – he isn’t so sure that you’d be safe anywhere other than his arms.

But that would require him to suck it the fuck up and tell you how he feels about you, and he’s not so sure he can do that, not right now, not yet. He’s twenty-five and in love with you, stupidly, painfully in love with you. He has been for twenty of those years, even before he really knew what love was. Your family was extremely close with his family, and he knew that it would be a union that the underground crime world would rejoice about…but he has no way of knowing whether you feel the same way about him.

If the syndicates were a monarchy, you would be the princess of the mob. Beautiful and powerful and ruthless and so sharp, a lie detector and expert interrogator by the time you had graduated high school. Grown men bowed their heads and kissed your ring when you passed, and Kylo? Well, he’s nothing more than muscle, brute blunt force and unhinged rage. He could never deserve you, would never be able to earn your gentle quick witted love.

Which is why he takes every opportunity to be close to you, why he always has, and why he always will. For if he is destined to do nothing other than protect you, he will protect you with every fiber of his being.

He protects you now, sitting in his car, watching, waiting.

It’s late enough that you should be asleep, so when his trained eye catches movement from your bedroom window, Kylo immediately tenses. Holding his breath, he stares out into the lamp-light illuminated street, hunting for danger, daring the threat to make itself known so he can blow their brains out on the pavement.

Your figure comes into view then, a silhouette behind your closed curtains as you turn on a small lamp of your own, your body backlit through the window. Kylo’s cheeks burn with shame the moment he realizes that you’re slipping off your nightgown; he knows he should look away, he needs to give you your privacy…but the contours of your body are intoxicating, mesmerizing. He can’t see much at all, not really, just the shape of you, your details obscured by the curtain, but he can see so much more than he ever imagined. The curve of your breasts, the slope of your back, the line of your arms as they raise up in a stretch that has your body twisting and turning in a way that has Kylo’s mouth watering.

He doesn’t even know that he’s tugging at the belt on his jeans until he’s got his hand shoved inside his briefs, pulling his cock out and hissing around the sudden friction, the cool night air on his exposed skin. Kylo doesn’t look down at himself, doesn’t dare take his eyes off of you as he watches you move around in the safe-house. From one window to the next you go, and Kylo can picture it clear as day in his mind, how beautiful you are, stark naked like this.

It’s creepy, he’s being a creep, he knows, but he can’t stop. He doesn’t want to stop, he loves you so much, it’s overwhelming, god he’s so fucking hard. He exhales sharply through his nose as his fist speeds up, because he thinks, god he hopes that he can see the silhouette of your hands rubbing up and down your chest, and his mouth waters as he pictures himself squeezing and groping you instead.

Suddenly – a loud ringing jolts him out of his daze, and he releases his hard cock like it’s a brand he’s just been burned with. Blinking and choking on his cigarette, he whips his head around for the danger, for the noise, only to see it’s coming from an old payphone next to his car. Pulse rabbiting in his throat, Kylo regards the payphone with confused apprehension. He didn’t know that those things still worked in the first place, let alone that they could receive calls.

Casting a glance to you, he wonders if it’s a trap. But then, then then then, he sees the shape of your body holding a phone up to your ear, and he wonders if…no it couldn’t be.

Could it?

He tucks himself away quickly, the phone is still ringing, the illuminated booth casting a bright glow through the foggy park. He takes the gun with him just in case, and practically squeezes himself into the phone booth, picking it up and silencing the ring.

“Do you like what you see?” Your voice is breathy on the other line, and Kylo has to brace himself, because you sound wrecked, you sound just as horny as he feels.

“I can’t see very much.” Kylo admits, and you chuckle. The sound is warm and spreads through Kylo’s body like wildfire, fills him to the brim with adoration, an obsessive sort of worship. He wants to hear you laugh again, he wants to hear everything.

“How about now?” You tease, coy and devilish, and Kylo frowns, turns back towards the window just in time to see you tug the curtains open.

“Put that away.” His throat goes dry at once as he hisses out the order that he knows he has no business giving, “Someone else might be looking.”

“You don’t want anyone to see me?” You’re grinning, he can tell by the tone of your voice.

With the curtains open like this, he can see the way the moonlight, the streetlamps, how it all reflects off your skin. He can see the peaks of your nipples as the cool air hits them, watches as they stiffen. Fuck he’s hard, he’s leaking in his jeans, cock straining against the fabric.

“No.” Kylo grits out between clenched teeth, a possessive dark curling sensation winding through his veins, makes him shake with want. He watches as your hand travels down down down between your legs, hears the crackle through the payphone as you sigh out a moan.

“Why not?” You already know the answer, you have to know the answer, but you want to egg him on anyway, want to get him riled up.

“Because – fuck, (Y/N), I – ” Kylo grunts and groans, cock throbbing and aching for you.

“Are you touching yourself?” You must not be able to see him too well, but the question sparks something horribly hopeful in his chest.

“Do you want me to?” He pants, a silent plea let me let me let me.

“Please Kylo, please, I want to hear you, don’t you want to hear me?” Your voice lowers a register and Kylo’s hand is shoving back into his jeans with lightning speed, his body stuffed inside the phone booth, the hard plastic receiver tucked between his cheek and his shoulder as he tugs and strokes at himself with this new permission.

“Fuck, fuck yes I do.” He whines, groans into the receiver as he trembles around himself, eyes trained on your window, watching as your hand moves faster and faster, trying to time it together.

Suddenly, you lower the phone to your pussy, and Kylo nearly smacks his head on the glass wall of the booth that he can barely fit inside when he hears the squelch of your cunt around your fingers. His vision starts to black out, creeping around the edges of his gaze, and he grunts and groans as he spits down onto his palm and imagines it’s your slick, imagines he could have you.

And then, like some mind reader, you whine and moan into the phone as you lift it back to your own ear, and ask him something that he’s only ever dreamed of you asking; “You’re mine, aren’t you?”

Your voice curls around his ear, fills the empty spaces between his ribs because he is he is he is, always and forever that’s all he wants to be, but he can’t say it, he can’t get the words out because he knows that once they’re spoken he can never take them back to nurse his pride should you reject him.

“Oh shit, shit (Y/N) I’m going to come.” He groans instead, and you let out a moan at the thought, and then he is coming all over his fist, sticky white ropes splattering onto his stomach.

He feels electric, he feels insane, the way his bones rattle and his nerves spark in that little fucking phone booth that he sullies and dirties with his sweat and spit and come, fuck there’s so much come everywhere – are you coming?

Blinking through the sweat from his effort, Kylo strains to look at you through the window once again, your perfect body on display. No one is around to see, thank fuck, no one is looking at you. Kylo would kill them all, if they were.

He must have missed you coming, because your hands are away from your body, pulling the curtains closed once more.

“Will you be here all night?” You breathe, panting into the phone.

“As long as you need me.” Kylo replies before you’re even finished asking him, and you chuckle.

“Don’t say that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m never going to stop needing you.” You admit, and the admission blooms hope in his chest once again. Maybe maybe maybe, maybe you love him too. He can barely fathom the thought, his mouth runs dry like the come that begins to crust up on his shirt.

“That’s fine by me.” Kylo rushes to say, and you chuckle again, post-orgasmic bliss warm in your voice.

“It is?” You have hope in your throat too, and Kylo nods, wondering if you can see the movement.

He knows he’ll go back to his car and sit and wait and watch for danger that may or may not come, when he hangs up the phone. He knows he’ll clean himself off and change his clothes and in the morning he’ll take you to breakfast and he’ll ask you what you mean, what exactly you mean.

But for now, it’s enough to hear your soft laughter and watch your silhouetted body move back to the bedroom. It’s enough to know that you believe him when he nods his head, when he tucks himself away, when you declare with all the sincerity that he can muster, offering his loyalty to you in as many ways as he can, when his deep voice rumbles and promises in that little phone booth, “I’m your watch dog.”

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dalí on tuesday

charlie dalton x reader | cursing, smoking, brief mentions of sexual things, charlie (probably) has daddy issues, cameron | she/her pronouns | fluff | wc.2562

i am in love with charlie, this is now a charlie dalton centric blog, also ignore how terrible the title is please

anon : Hi!! I love your blog! can I request a charlie Dalton x reader fluff where reader is an artist and he visits them while they're painting? (maybe they end up wiping paint on his face?) I don't know, something really sweet at cute <33333

Charlie Dalton had been resigned to relish in small pleasures to keep himself sane at school, never did he think the library would be one of those. More specifically, the painter tucked into the basement of the library. 

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     Charlie Dalton was a connoisseur of many things. Pretty girls, expensive wine, shitty poetry, and hand rolled cigarettes - to name a few. His imprisonment at Wellington made only one of those things readily available. So he settled - boxes of cheap smokes bought through upperclassmen, bottles of grocery store wine someone would sneak in from a party, and the two girls that occasionally came with Knox. The shitty poetry was always on deck, he had that at least. It was a tragedy to be resigned to such a bland life, there was absolutely no carpe diem-ing happening in a school that held adolescent boys to uniforms.

      It was miserable, truly, but Charlie scrapped by on the thought that soon enough there would be no more stuffy Catholic school and he could finally have a taste of freedom. In the meantime, he would have what little fun he could. The meets in the cave were always the highlight of the week. A place where he could talk and people would listen, and not because they had to but because they enjoyed it. They enjoyed his words and thoughts and presence. No one else had ever really seemed to enjoy Charlie’s presence. They could tolerate it, handle it, but they always had more pressing matters. A business meeting to attend, a bill to pay, a dinner to go to. Always something just a little bit more important and never quite enough time for Charlie. But the other Dead Poets, they valued him. He wasn’t just a kid, a college tuition to pay and a life to layout. He was a person, with interests and hobbies.

      It had been there, in the safe haven of the cave, that the idea for the library first came up. Meeks had already talked Pitts into coming, Neil didn’t take much convincing at all, Todd was also easy to lure, Cameron groaned about leaving school grounds but refused to be left out, and Knox agreed to go but only if Nuwanda came too. Charlie had already started to cover what there was to do at a library, read?

      Meeks dove into the technical manuals and Pitts followed tentatively, cradling their science project in his arms. Todd had followed Neil to the S authors, Cameron was trying to chat up the woman at the register, and God only knew what Knox was doing. He had been stranded with few options. He could find the geniuses and be talked over for the next hour or third wheel Neil but that guaranteed intruding on something he probably shouldn’t. The polite thing to do would be to rescue Cameron from making a complete fool of himself, throwing bad pick up lines at a clearly uninterested college student, but it was amusing to watch.

      Charlie settled on trying to find Knox, at least then he could have some company. Said company was absolutely nowhere to be found. The rows of shelves wound in a confusing maze and Charlie was lost before he could even begin to look. Weaving around he did come face-to-face with a rather large picture of Charles Dickens that made him recoil. It was perched just at eye level above a short staircase and it seemed to judge his every movement. Charlie followed the carpeted stairs down to escape Mister Dickens’ strange little beard and beady black eyes.

      The further down the steps Charlie descended the brighter it appeared. The lower level was the children’s section. Considerably more fun than science books or Shakespeare. The big oak counter was abandoned but the lights were still on. He was alone, still.

      Charlie sighed, sitting down in one of the bright red wooden chairs. He was much too big for it but it held well under his weight. A sad stuffed bear stared dully into him from the green glossy table.

      “Well hello,” He mumbled, picking it up under the arms, “And you must be?” He cleared his throat to take on a gruff baritone, “Mister... Bearington,” Charlie sighed, that was bad. He dropped the bear into his lap, “This is so stupid,”

      “Bearington?”

      Charlie shot around in the chair, tipping himself off center and stumbling to his feet, bear still clutched in his arms, “Where the hell did you come from?”

      “A few blocks over, walked here actually.” You turned back to your work. A painting. Not just a painting, Charlie realized, a mural. It stretched the length of the wall, roughly sketched in pencil and waiting to be finished.

      He blinked, “That’s good. The wall I mean,”

      “Thank you,” Your face flustered and Charlie took notice, “It’s not much of anything yet, just an outline. It’ll look better painted.”

      He took a few steps closer, sidling up to you, “What’s it supposed to be?”

      “A forest,” You pointed to a rotund blob perched on a long line, “That’s an owl, and there’s going to be a fox somewhere down in the grass,”

      Charlie grinned, “That’s an owl?”

      “That-” you tapped the blob, “Is a shape, objectively. Subjectively, it’s an owl.”

      His brow creased, “Subjectively it’s an owl? That's like saying Mister Bearington is a rabbit, subjectively,”

      You stared at him, baffled. It was almost irritating that he could so casually come down to your domain and invade your creative bubble. And it was even worse that he talked to himself as a stuffed bear but now he was challenging your judgment on what was and was not subjectively an owl. But he had a wonderful smile and it lessened the intrusion. Plus, you had never seen a teenage boy develop an attachment to a stuffed bear as quickly as he had, “What’s your name?”

      “Nuwanda,” He grinned, setting his chin atop his bear’s plush head.

      “Nuwanda?” You blinked at him, “That’s… neat. I’ve never heard that before.”

      “What can I say? The only Nuwanda this side of Vermont. What’s your name?”

      As you opened your mouth to answer several sets of footsteps thundered down the stairs. Knox spun around the corner first, closely followed by Pitts and Meeks.

      “Charlie!” Knox called, “We gotta go before Cameron proposes to the clerk.”

      You looked at the boy in front of you, “Is Charlie short for Nuwanda, or just a nickname?”

      He shrugged, “I’m Nuwanda, subjectively. It was truly a pleasure meeting you. Can’t wait to see your thing DaVinci!” He set the stuffed bear back on the table as he made his way out of the room. With Charlie’s energy gone it became much quieter and you were plunged back into the impressionistic outline of your artwork.

      The next time a library trip was suggested Charlie didn’t completely dread it. Yes, it was still numbingly boring because it was a library and he didn’t have clerks to fall in love with, people to write love letters to, anyone to kiss in the aisles, or a spaceship to build, but he did have his own personal Van Gough to torment.

      The lower level was the first place he went, not even hanging his coat on the rack inside the big double doors. He made his way past Cameron’s preoccupied receptionist and under Dickens’ hard glower. Halfway down the steps, the smell hit Charlie. Wet paint.

      You had just picked out a brush when he pulled one of the wooden chairs next to your station. He sat in it backwards, holding Mister Bearington out in front of him, “Never got your name Monet,”

      “Well, it's not that. Or Da Vinci.” You stroked the brush up the grassy outline.

      “Do you want me to guess?”

      You had yet to look at him, “Nope,”

      “Are you gonna tell me?”

      “Should I?”

      “Obviously, I told you my name.”

      You set the brush down and turned to face him, “(Name).”

      “Pretty,”

      Charlie Dalton liked many things and the musty old library uptown had never been one of them. It had ancient red carpets and gaudy gold ceilings and it was trying too hard to look regal. So it was a sheer shock when he began to leap at the suggestion of going and even more so when he chose to go by himself one afternoon. Naturally, the other poets followed him, they had to.

      Charlie didn’t dally upstairs, waving hi to the clerk and rushing down to the children’s section. A sign was posted outside the entrance warning of wet paint but he stepped around it.

      “You’re making progress Picasso!” He set his hands on his hips and took in the wall.

      You turned back to look at him, “Did you not see the caution: wet paint, do not enter sign?”

      “Oh no I saw it,” He pushed his sunglasses up on top of his head, “It's bright orange, hard to miss, really,”

      “So you just chose to ignore it?”

      He nodded, making his way over to sit by you on the ground, “I choose to ignore lots of things, it really makes life easier,”

      You shook your head, “Are you just going to sit here and bother me?”

    �� “Yes, that's actually the whole reason I came today, believe it or not.”

      You blubbered in vague disbelief, “Please tell me you’re not serious,”

      “Dead serious,” Charlie grinned, leaning closer, “I had to see how your weird owl was going. And also make sure you hadn’t gone mad and cut your own ear off yet,”

      “You’ve already used the Van Gogh joke, Charles,”

      “Maybe I want your ear,”

      You paused, “You… what?”

      Charlie’s confidence cracked, “That was bad. Shit, that wasn’t supposed to sound that way. It was like, a bad pickup line? Because Van Gogh cut his ear off to send to his girlfriend,” He sighed, shaking his head, “Sorry,”

      “I mean if I had to pick someone to give my ear too I guess you would be my first choice?”

      Charlie looked at you, eyebrows pinched together, “Why?”

      You shrugged, “No one else has asked, first come first serve.” You dipped your brush back into the blue paint and went to work on a patch of flowers.

      “Huh, well I do appreciate it,” Charlie scooted closer, leaning over your shoulder. He was close, very close. When you took a breath you could smell his cologne and whatever it was he used in his hair and you could feel the edge of his sunglasses brush your ear. He brought an arm around to dip his finger into the soft sky colour on your palette. And then he wiped it on your nose.

      You gasped sharply at the foreign feeling, snapping your head to the side to glare at him, “Why?!”

      Charlie snickered, leaning back, “The opportunity presented itself, how could I just let that pass?”

      You reached back, squirting a touch of purple paint over the palm of your hand, “That was truly a horrible idea,”

      Charlie shot up just as you did, stumbling backwards, “I’m sorry-” He stuck his hands up in surrender, “I regret my actions and if I could take them back I would,”

      “Hmm, but you can’t” You took a step closer, “Surrender now and it doesn’t have to get any messier than this,”

      He pointed towards your paint coated hand, “Do not,”

      You grinned, “I might,”

      “I’m begging,”

      “Fine-” You offered him your other hand, “Truce?”

      Charlie mulled it over for a moment, “Fine, truce,” He grabbed your clean hand and you used it to pull him towards you.

          “Why on earth would you trust me?” You tugged him even closer as he shrieked and smeared your hand down his cheek, “There, now we’re even,”

      Getting distracted by your triumph gave Charlie the upper hand. He pulled you to him the same you had done to him and pressed his cheek flush to yours. The paint was cold against your skin and you jolted back, away from him.

      “Vile,” You hissed, “You are vile and evil. That's so cold. You will pay, I hope you know that.”

      Charlie snorted, “Oh please, what’re you gonna do?”

      “You underestimate me, you ass, I’ll figure something out,”

      “Will you?” Charlie grinned, “I will be waiting in anticipation,”

      “You better be,”

      Meeks elbowed back into Cameron’s ribs, “You’re going to knock me over,”

      Cameron craned his neck further to peek around the corner into the children’s section, “I just want to see, let me look,”

      “Nothing is happening-” Meeks snipped, “They’re just talking now and I might be able to hear if you could can it!”

      Cameron rolled his eyes, “Of course, whatever you say,”

      “Will you shut up?” Knox batted at Cameron’s shoulder, “They’ll see us, we’re not super well hidden,”

      “If you don’t stop talking they’ll realize we’re here,” Pitts mumbled, rolling his eyes. Cameron started to rebuttal, turning to look at Gerard but the motion knocked Meeks out of place and he gasped, stumbling forwards. This did indeed draw Charlie’s attention.

      “Meeks, what the hell?” Charlie snapped. He was in a state, sunglasses askew in his hair, paint smeared from his cheekbone down to the corner of his mouth, and his shirt was wrinkled away from his collarbone.

      Meeks stared, “Hi Charlie. Are there any textbooks down here, uh… the science ones?”

      Knox groaned, stepping out from behind the wall as well, “We wanted to see why you came here on a Tuesday afternoon by yourself,”

      Charlie blubbered, “Did you all come? Is Keating there too?”

      “He could be,” Meeks shrugged.

      Charlie rolled his eyes, “Will you leave, I’ll be upstairs in a second,” The other poets nodded, scampering up the steps to the first level.

      “Assholes, should have known they’d come,” Charlie sighed, adjusting the sunglasses atop his head, “I need to go before they decide to intrude again. I’ll see you soon though, anxiously anticipating payback,”

      He was almost out the door when you bucked up the courage to call out to him, “Charlie, wait.” You let him turn back to you before continuing, “Could I have your phone number?”

      He clicked his teeth, “Don’t have one, private school. But I’ll find the library number in the books and try to shoot you a call sometime,” He winked and started back up to his friends.

      Knox was waiting at the landing with a handful of tissues, which he shoved into Charlie’s hands, “So you’re gonna read your stupid poem about tits at a Dead Poets meet and then not tell us you’ve got a girlfriend?”

      Charlie grabbed the tissues, “Not my girlfriend, I meet her like two weeks ago,”

      “Didn’t stop Knox,” Neil elbowed him.

      Charlie wiped at his face, “Well I’m not Knox. I like her painting, she's good.”

      “It looks like she was painting you,” Cameron slapped at Charlie’s chest and he threw the tissues at him in retaliation.

      “Shut up, at least my library worker actually talks to me,”

      Cameron fumbled with the dirty material, batting it away from his chest, “You dick!”

      Charlie grinned, pulling his glasses down and starting towards the door. Something about it was thrilling, having this to himself. A little secret that he and you shared. His personal Salvador Dalí, something to look forwards to besides bad tobacco and Keating’s eccentric lectures. It was bright and exciting and he felt seen. He felt important. The blue paint he had stolen from your tray was still on the tip of his pointer finger and he wondered how long it would be until he could see you again.

 ( @interwebseriesfan24 )

[wangxianficrecs]

Follower Recs

Stories I haven’t read yet, but clearly need to put on my ever-expanding List.

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Welcome back queen [Thank you, it’s so lovely to be back!] if ur still doing follower recs I gotta recommend I would wait for a thousand years by bleuett it’s soooooooo good

[This one was actually recced to me by two different people, the other of whom said, “ Maybe I'm crying a little so I feel like a should recommend ‘I would wait for a thousand years’ by bleuett on ao3.”]... it’s def. on my List!

I would wait for a thousand years

by bleuett (T, 10k, wangxian)

Summary:  During the worst of winter, a traveler comes to stay at Lan Wangji's inn. He wears a red ribbon in his hair.

“Do you see the rabbit?” Wei Ying asks and points at the moon. “That’s the moon rabbit, he helps make Chang’e more immortality elixir. He keeps Chang’e company.”

“I do not wish the rabbit for company,” Lan Wangji says tightly. “You are the one I want by my side.”

“And I’m here, Lan Zhan. If you go to the moon, I’ll follow you, I’ll always be here now.”

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I just read a great fic by aisthuu "every love story is a ghost story", didn't see it in your recs so wanted to recommend it! LWJ is a guqin composer and teacher, buys a cheap guqin off eBay which ends up being attached to WWX's spirit from canon era. It's bittersweet, LWJ deals with Lan's homophobia (implicit in a Lan way) and his feelings towards the ghost. This is author's only ao3 fic and honestly I don't remember how I stumbled upon it, but I'm happy I did and hope you will enjoy it too!  [I’ve recently read this one, and loved it!]

every love story is a ghost story

by aisthuu (M, 59k, wangxian, my bookmark)

Summary:  The man is in Lan Zhan’s bed. Did they—he begins to wonder, eyes trailing to where the man’s body lies under the blanket. Had Lan Zhan—?

Then the sleep-fog clears and Lan Zhan realizes that the young man isn’t quite opaque around the edges.

“You’re a spirit.”

The spirit narrows its eyes. “I’m so much more than that.”

(Lan Zhan buys a guqin off eBay for a suspiciously low price, only to find that it’s haunted. And now there’s a ghost in his bed.)

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Ok so I absolutely have to rec "see you yesterday" by glyphic. It's a wip, but it's currently at 101k so there's a whole lot there, and it's terrible and wonderful and beautiful all at once. The way the backstory of canon events is adapted to the modern-with-cultivation setting is brilliant, and then there's the amnesia, and then there's the time loop. This fic lives permanently rent-free in my brain.

see you yesterday

by glyphic (M, 101k, wangxian, WIP)

Summary:  

Wei Ying 21:09 hey lan zhan what’s the weirdest way youve died

Lan Zhan 21:11 Falling encyclopedias.

Wei Ying 21:12 omg no way that’s so rude turning books against you???

Lan Zhan 21:13 A betrayal I will never forget.

On Halloween night, an exiled demonic cultivator and a Lan disciple get stuck in a time-loop, find each other, and try to figure it all out.

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If you are looking for recs for yourself I absolutely love (the complete!) story Just as the Snow Melts by draechali on AO3. It's a canon divergence where everyone lives, even WWX! ~ @airmidcelt

Just as the Snow Melts

by draechaeli (T, 67k, wangxian)

Summary:  Like a snowy mountain top in spring the residents of the Burial Mounds trickled down the mountain and joined the flow of society.

“I went to the Burial Mounds,” Lan WangJi said.

“Ah, yeah… I’m sorry Lan Zhan,” replied Wei WuXian, “I hadn’t thought anyone would come to visit. I am still not sure how it happened; I brought A-Yuan to Yiling to play by the river and then ended up somehow teaching a bunch of children swimming and writing along with him.”

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Hello! It's come to my attention that you have not as yet read Grandmaster of Meme-onic Cultivation! Please do! It's the only thing that gave me joy during 2020 😆 like proper belly laughs and disney villain style cackling. It is a wip, and it is long but so so worth it!! The author has reworked the entire canon through these message crystals and still conveys complex characters despite the tricky format. It's just so good!! Highly highly recommend it! ❤ ~ @theladypeartree  [Oh!  I’ve been subscribed to this one, and know that @swaglexander-the-great is a reliable provider of Hilarity, so I’m excited for it to be finished!]

Grandmaster of Meme-onic Cultivation 

by Hades_the_Blingking (T, 49k, wangxian, WIP)

Summary:  The Untamed universe is exactly the same, except everybody has magical crystals that have a suspiciously familiar messaging system. The story is pretty much the same as the show, except everyone lives!! (so minor changes).

or in which Wei WuXian tries his darndest to date Lan Zhan, Jiang Cheng possibly has a aneurysm, Jin ZiXuan is still the most awkward human alive, and Xue Yang makes me write some VERY cursed things. Written in chatfic format! :3

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Chomrafy on AO3 deserves love and encouragement; she’s written a body of compact, poetic, and eloquent shortfics each of which can stand alone, but that comprise an intricately cross-referential and mostly internally-consistent universe. They’re grouped as chapters in works according to theme; for example, “in cupped hands” focuses upon Jin Ling and his second-generation baggage; “Departure in Autumn” portrays the last years of WWX’s first life. Follow the tag “Chomrafy’s MDZS shortfics.” [I don’t see this tag?]

in cupped hands

by chomrafy (G, 2k, wangxian)

Summary:  Of secrets, of futures, of love. A Jin Ling-centric collection of 200-word fics.

Ch.1: Jin Ling repays a debt (JL, JC, & WWX). Ch.2: Jin Ling and a ghost in the mirror. (JL & JYL) Ch.3: A matter of friends (JL & the other kids) Ch.4: In this house we don't keep dogs (JC & WWX) Ch.5: In the end, he remains silent (JL & uncles) Ch.6: A first night hunt, of sorts (JL & the other kids) Ch.7: Jin Ling, forgiving, forgetting (JL & LXC & JGY) Ch.8: Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling argue (JL, JC, & WWX) Ch.9: Jin Ling and his father (JL & JC) Ch.10: Jin Ling speaks up (JL, JC, & WWX) Ch.11: Jin Ling and a piece of home (JL, JC, & WWX)

Departure in Autumn

by chomrafy (not rated, 6k)

Summary:  Four perspectives. A steady march to the end.

Ch.1: Because if anything happens to them, Wen Qing would never be able to heal with these hands again. Ch.2: As long as this is still home, Jiang Yanli will wait as long as she needs to. Ch.3: Five times Jiang Cheng reaches for Wei Wuxian, one time he turns away. Ch.4: Whether the road is broad or narrow, bright or dark, they would have to keep walking. Wei Wuxian digs Wen Qing's grave.

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Hello, hope all is going well. I don't have an ask, by I do have a recommendation. I read this fic a while ago and found it again. I just wanted to recommend this for everyone. Let me know what you think please. Thank you. [Oh!  This one’s in my To Read list, but  I’d forgotten about it.  Mmmm, fox!wwx and dragon!lwj.]

Ten miles of Lotus Flowers

by Yukirin_Snow

M, 274k, wangxian

Summary:  He was a mischievous fox spirit, wreaking havoc where he went, about to depart on a journey that would span centuries.

He was a heavenly prince, a proud dragon destined to ascend the throne to become emperor.

Neither expected their paths to collide over the span of three lives.

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I forgot if it was your blog 😥 that recommended “Bestseller” (when Wei Wuxian writes the Xianxia cut-sleeve equivalent of Fifty Shades of Grey, based entirely on his experiences with Lan Wangji, he doesn’t expect it to become the next big hit) (https://archiveofourown.org/works/21528316/chapters/51318766)

But OMG IT WAS HILARIOUS!!! I LOVED IT!! And if it wasn’t your blog, I’m so sorry for how weird this sounds 😭😭😭😭 I just loved this fic so much that I have to tell it to someone 😢 [It’s on my List, but I haven’t read it yet!]

Bestseller

by pupeez4eva

M, 8k, wangxian

Summary:  He had written the book to prove a point. It was never supposed to be a big thing, and he certainly never intended for everyone — Jiang Cheng, Zewu-Jun, the Juniors, literally everyone— to be reading about his sex life.

Oh God, he definitely needed to make sure Lan Zhan didn’t find out about this.

(Or, when Wei Wuxian writes the Xianxia cut-sleeve equivalent of Fifty Shades of Grey, based entirely on his experiences with Lan Wangji, he doesn’t expect it to become the next big hit).

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I’d like to rec On Your Marks, Get Set, Bake! by @blackwiresgrowonherhead

It’s one of my absolute favorites and I laughed out loud so many times when reading it

on your marks, get set, bake!

by BlackWiresOnHerHead

G, 41k, wei wuxian & juniors

Summary:  Jin Ling resumes thumping on the door to room 721, and the small collection of freshmen starts chanting “Senior Wei! Senior Wei! Senior Wei!” with increasing volume until finally Wei Wuxian opens the door.

“Yes?” he says with his widest, most innocent eyes.

“Senior Wei!” demands Lan Jingyi, shoving himself to the front of the group. “Why didn’t you tell us you’re a contestant on this year’s season of The Great Gusu Bake Off?!?”

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Several months ago, college student Wei Wuxian secretly competed in the most popular reality show in the country. The show starts airing in the fall. The freshmen in his dorm collectively lose their minds.

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If you're in the mood for v. short ridiculous fun fic, may I suggest My chain hits my chest/When I'm bangin' on the radio by x_los It's 2k modern cultivators AU, featuring WWX calling LWJ's sword Bitchin' [omg I’m laughing so hard] and I think it's more fun going in blind?

My chain hits my chest/When I'm bangin' on the radio

by x_los

T, 2k, wangxian

Summary:  Lan Wangji finds he doesn't even need to call for help for Wei Wuxian to come running.

[flesh-of-a-hare]

Welcome to the flesh pit!

Hello! You’ve, unfortunately, stumbled upon my angst blog! If you recognize my art, hello friend and/or fellow simp! Please don’t tell anyone how I live

This is just a side blog for all the angry, anxious, upset art-vomit that I occasionally need to purge out of my system. Most of it will be of my sona/self insert, sometimes featuring ocs, sometimes featuring canon characters from weird fandoms bc I’m just cringy like that!

CONTENT WARNINGS FOR:

Implications of mental illness, including, but not limited to: anxiety, depression, mood disorders, PTSD, guilt complex, self hatred, anger management issues, and self image issues

Violence, blood, and self mutilation

Death and dead bodies, of people and animals

Art and/or writing meant to be cathartic

If you identify with ANY OF THE ART/WRITINGS PRESENTED, please talk to someone you know and trust and seek psychiatric help. The things you feel, while valid, should never become a part of who you are and there are things that can be done to help you. These feelings and patterns of thought cannot and never will help you. You can be happy. You are allowed to be happy. You are allowed to heal. You are loved, and you are worth loving. I am not kidding. I am not just saying that. I love you and I want you to be happy.

Other things to know:

Yes, I do have a doctor, and yes, I am getting help. This is my equivalent of screaming into a pillow or burning letters. It helps me process my feelings and get them out of my system. If you’re bothered by this or annoyed by the never ending pity party being thrown here, that’s fair, I get you completely

You can call me Rot, Rabbit, or Bones. Most of the time, the characters presented in my art will refer to my sona as ‘rabbit.’

Why a rabbit? I don’t know, really. I like rabbits, and I used to own rabbits, and my family and friends have associated me with rabbits for a long time. Plus they’re fun to draw

Who are those characters? The one with the head of a hare is Vanilla. He isn’t meant to represent anyone in particular, but always presents the unfortunate truth. The one with spiral eyes and jagged teeth is Mischief, an old comfort character. (Will add to this list as characters become relevant)

Why make a blog for this? I don’t know, honestly. Maybe because I’m fucked up or seeking validation or struggling to connect with people or maybe I’m just so starved for attention and acknowledgement of my (honestly obnoxious and tedious) pains and woes, BUT I also hate to post this on my main and annoy or worry my friends and followers so this was a close to a compromise as I could get.

Shouldn’t you not do this? It can’t be helping you/It’s super cringe and I’m getting secondhand embarrassment. Sorry fam lmao if it helps at all I hate this shit more than you do

You’re obnoxious. You bet your ass I am. And for that I apologize skdgdjd

ANYWAY all that being said, have a good day and take care of yourself or I’ll be sad!