#this is one message of two from this person fyi

[soupsnakessss]

Tbh I know the truth (he's not the father lol) but just because I like to check in with this page now and then... Mindy's daughter knows how to read and write now. You think she calls him "dad" but can clearly see this cake says Uncle B? You don't think that would be confusing to the point of abusive to her own child?

I thought my post was pretty clear. I pointed out all of the old sightings from various people and made sure to specify that at this point in time, those are pretty old from 2 years ago. I said there hasn’t been any new sightings where anyone has overheard them. And then I also pointed out that Mindy’s referred to him as uncle in the past. Where in all of that did I say that I currently think Kit currently calls him dad? I listed everything about this subject and left it for everyone to come up with their own conclusion. So it seems like your conclusion not mine, is that Kit is calling him dad. That’s backed up by the fact that even though you’re telling me you know he isn’t, here you are arguing with me and loudly showing your insecurity on this subject.

I think you’re the anon I was talking about being obsessed with BJ and now you’re mad at how I described you.

[jamdoughnutmagician]

Mr. and Mrs.

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader (18+)

In celebration of @oneforthemunny 's one-derful year, I wrote this fic inspired by this prompt. This fic is a fic of two halves, with an initial cute wedding day and then a slightly smuttier time in the honeymoon suit after the reception.

another highly requested, is a wedding. i love weddings and my guilty pleasure is wedding fics idk why, so give me that. you can follow the lore if they have it, or do whatever you want! proposal, ceremony, honeymoon- honestly whichever you want! where does it happen? what’s the details? who’s there? if you put vows i’m gonna sob so just fyi on that.

Word Count:2,490 (oops!)

Warnings:Cutesy wedding day fluff, Smut, Oral Sex (F Rec), Missionary position, Dirty talk, I think that's it unless I'm forgetting something; in which case feel free to shoot me a message so I can tag it.

Masterlist // Eddie Munson Masterlist

Eddie wasn't usually a nervous person. He was usually a loud, boisterous and confident person. That was until today. The big day. His wedding day.

He stood at the end of that altar in his perfectly tailored black suit, freshly pressed white shirt and tie, with the nerves bubbling in the pit of his stomach. When he thinks back to his younger years, he could never have imagined that something like this would be in his future. 

Steve takes notice of how Eddie nervously fiddles with his hands, a habit he’s got into whenever things would get too much for him. He would always end up twisting his clunky metal rings around his fingers. Although for his big day he had removed all his precious rings, insisting that the only ring he wanted on his finger today was his wedding band. Nevertheless his nervous habit didn’t leave him, as he fiddled his fingers around his non-existent rings.

Taking his duties as his best man seriously, Steve takes a moment to offer a calming pat on his shoulder, helping to ground the jangled groom.

“You love her, she loves you, don't sweat it, man. You've got this.”

“Thanks, Steve.” Eddie sighs, before taking one more nerve-calming breath.

The music starts up, and everyone in the church stands to look to you, 

You look like a vision in white, with delicate layers of lace, and tulle as you grace down the aisle towards him, a bouquet of pristine white roses and lilies in hand.

The music slows to a stop as you stand in front of him. His heart is beating so fast in his chest he wonders if you can hear it too.

“Y-you look beautiful.” Eddie stumbles over his words. He thought he would be so cool in this moment, but the moment he sees your face he can’t help the tears that gather in his eyes.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Handsome.” you smile, reaching up to gently wipe away the tears from his eyes.

You take his hand in yours as you both turn to stand in front of the priest, who is ready to conduct the ceremony.

“Friends and family, we are all gathered here today to witness the union of Edward Theodore Munson and Y/N L/N,” the priest smiles as he gestures to each of you. “The happy couple have chosen to write their own vows, so please join me helping to celebrate their love for each other.”

“Sweetheart, I couldn't believe my luck that when I asked you out all those years ago, you said yes. Just from that one small date, I knew that I never wanted you out of my life, that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. You’re an amazing person, and everyday I fall in love with you a little bit more. I know I may not be the perfect man, but you make me want to be a better man, and everyday I try hard to do my best by you. Waking up to your face makes my world a little brighter every time and I promise to stand by you, and to love you with every last beat of my heart.” Eddie finishes with a soft smile playing at his lips.

You feel your heart warming at Eddie’s vows, he always had a way with words, and it’s no surprise to you that his vows were nothing short of heart-meltingly romantic.

“My dear Eddie, you are not only the love of my life, but more importantly than that you are my best friend, and getting to stand with you today in front of all our friends and family and tell you how much you mean to me is something that I will cherish forever. You make me feel so safe and loved, and I can only hope that I make you feel the same way. I promise to always be there for you and support you, and I can’t wait to continue making memories with you.” 

You manage to get through your vows without breaking down in floods of tears, as you smile brightly at your soon-to-be-husband.

“Now it is time to exchange rings.” the priest voices to everyone. 

Steve hands over the ring to Eddie as the priest tells Eddie to repeat after him.

“I, Edward Theodore Munson, take you Y/N L/N, to be my wife. To have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish till death do us part.”

Nancy hands you the ring she’d been holding for you, then the priest turns to you, to read you the same vows for you to repeat.

“I, Y/N L/N, take you, Edward Theodore Munson, to be my Husband. To have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish till death do us part.”

You each slide the wedding band on each other’s ring finger as the priest speaks once more.

“You have now exchanged rings. These rings are a symbol of your commitment, love and devotion to each other, and serve as a reminder to honour the vows you have declared in this church. It now gives me great pleasure to pronounce you as husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Eddie smiles brightly before leaning close to kiss you sweetly once and then winding one hand around your waist and the other to cradle your head as he dips you into another heated kiss.

You laugh into the kiss, vaguely registering the flash of Jonathan’s camera going off, perfectly capturing the moment.

“Sorry, I just couldn’t resist you.” Eddie smirks at you.

Yeah, you had definitely made the right choice. This was the dork you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

You and Eddie stumble into your hotel room in a fit of giggles after enjoying a few glasses of champagne at your wedding reception. The party had long been finished now, with everyone making their way home, and you and Eddie staying the night in the hotel’s honeymoon suite.

“I can’t believe it, we literally just got married..like that’s a thing we just did!” you babble in an excited breath.

“I know! And I can’t believe I get to call you my wife!” Eddie cheers as he picks you up and spins around with you in his arms and placing you back down with a kiss to your lips.

You turn your back to Eddie for a moment before looking at him from over your shoulder. His dark curls have been set free from their bun, as they fall around his shoulders. The tie around his neck has been loosened and the top button of his shirt undone, revealing a glimpse of the tattoo on his chest. 

“Unzip me?” You ask him, your voice dripping with a sultry tone.

Eddie wastes no time in making his way over to you as fingers work to slowly drag the zipper of your wedding dress down your back, his lips kissing softly against the exposed skin of your shoulder.

You step out of your dress, leaving yourself in the floral, white, lacy lingerie that you had picked out especially for tonight.

Eddie gives a cheeky wolf-whistle of appreciation as you twirl around, as make yourself comfortable on the King-sized bed. 

Eddie feels his cock kick up in anticipation for what was to come.

“You gonna join me or what, Mr. Munson?” You tease with a light breathy chuckle.

In a flash Eddie is stripping off, throwing his suit jacket on the back of a chair, until only his boxers remain. The material doing very little to hide his straining erection. 

“Who would I be if I kept my wife waiting?” He smiles as he steps closer to the bed, before leaning in to kiss his lips against your ankle, and trailing his kisses up your legs, and prying your thighs open to place kisses on the inside of your thighs.

His fingers hook themselves in the waistband of your panties a smirk.

You quickly reach up behind your back to unclasp your bra as his fingers teases the elastic of your panties.

“As lovely as these are, they've got to go.” he murmurs, placing one more kiss to the soft skin of your thighs before dragging the lace down your legs.

“There she is. My pretty girl..” Eddie almost purrs out as he’s greeted by the sight of your pussy. 

He makes himself comfortable, lying down on the bed between the spread of your thighs.

“Can I taste you, Sweetheart?” He asks oh so innocently, his big brown eyes sparkling with a cheeky glint as he looks up at you.

Your shy nod of your head and little whine of ‘please’ is all the go-ahead that Eddie needed before he was dragging his tongue from the bottom of your slit to the top, swirling his tongue around your clit before sucking it between his plump lips.

His tongue laps at your dripping wetness, eager to taste and to please you.

He gently slips one of his dexterous, guitarist's fingers inside your wet heat and begins to work in and out of you at a leisurely pace, flicking his tongue over your clit, enjoying the mewling whines that fall from your lips.

“Eddie…please..” you whine as you tug your fingers into his dark curls.

Eddie pulls away from you, his lips glossy with your wetness.

“Please what, Sweetheart? Can’t give it to you unless you tell me what you want.” he teases with a smile.

“Want you to make me cum..please..” you plead as you shamelessly try to grind your hips against his face. 

“Well, when you ask me so sweetly like that, it would be a crime to deny you.” he purrs before going back in to attach his lips around your clit, making sure to rub against that spot inside you that has you squeezing so tightly around his finger. 

He knows you're close, he knows your body as well as anything, and those tell-tale breathy moans that fall from your lips let him know just how badly you need it.

“That's it..there's my pretty girl, cum for me, sweetheart.”

It didn't take very much more than a few passes of Eddie's tongue lapping at your dripping cunt and his fingers hitting inside you just right before you were falling over the edge of pleasure with a wet gush. Squirting around fingers as his tongue teases your pussy gently to help you ride out your high.

Eddie pulls his mouth away from your glistening cunt once more, a lazy smirk gracing his face.

“You taste amazing as always, Mrs. Munson.” he smiles, enjoying the way that your new title just rolls off his tongue so perfectly. Like you were always meant to be his wife. Like you were always meant to be Mrs. Munson.

“Come up here, Eddie, I just wanna feel you, please..” you tell him as you urge him up from between your thighs. He takes a moment to free himself of the tight constraints of his boxers, letting his cock slap up against the trail of fuzzy hair below his navel.

He crawls his way up your body, his lips continuing to explore and kiss every soft inch of exposed skin. His kisses blazing a hot trail, up your body, stopping at your breasts as he takes the time to swirl his tongue around each of your nipples, teasing it into a hardened bud.

“You wanna feel me, Sweetheart? Want me to make love to you?” he murmurs between kisses pressed to your lips.

Eddie needed no further affirmation than your little breathy moan of ‘yes please’ before he was pressing his cock’s tip at your entrance, slowly easing himself inside inch by inch. 

He steadies himself on his arms, caging you safely underneath his gaze, as he gently sweeps the stray hair that’s fallen across your eyes. 

Kissing your lips once more he smears the sticky bead of pre-cum that pools from his tip over your clit, before beginning  to rock his hips into you, filling you with every pulsing inch of his cock. Sliding home into the warmth of your walls hugging against him.

“Feels so good…Making me feel so good, Teddy..” you whimper, the nickname falling from your lips so sweetly.

He continues to roll his hips into you, each time making you shudder in pleasure underneath him.

His large hand reaches out to find your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, his brown eyes softening when he sees your golden wedding band decorating your dainty finger. The reminder that you were in this with him for the rest of your lives made his heart bloom with love.

“My beautiful wife…I love you so much, Sweetheart…” he kisses you softly once more, letting his tongue sweep between your lips.

 Your hand reaches down between your two bodies, your deft fingers rubbing in precise circle around your clit as he fucks into you. The building tension in your stomach grows with every steady thrust of your husband's cock into your pulsing heat.

“Fuck…Sweetheart, you feel so good, swear this pretty little pussy was just made for me…” his raspy voice rumbles out, as he places a sloppy kiss into the crook of your neck. 

His movements get sloppier as he chases both his and your highs, his hips working to make you both feel good.

“Come on Sweetheart, one more, for me please, wanna feel you squeezing around me..” he murmurs, as his unrelenting thrusts continue to rut into you.

With the way your own fingers were rubbing so deliciously around your clit, and Eddie’s cock filling you so perfectly every time, it wasn’t long before you pushed over the edge, whimpering with a shuddering moan as you tightened around his length, riding out the high of your orgasm.

Eddie followed you soon after, his breath ragged as he pushed into you one final time, his hips still as he filled you with his release. Throbbing hot spurts of white into you, as he too rides out the high of his orgasm. 

You both stay like that for a moment, not bothering to move, just wanting to feel the closeness of each other. To feel each other’s bodies. 

Eddie’s hand holds your face tenderly, his thumb brushing against your cheek softly.

“I love you so much, sweetheart.” He kisses you sweetly.

“I love you too, Teddy.” you smile into the kiss, a warmth blooming in your chest as you do.

It had been the perfect end to the perfect day, and you couldn’t wait to continue spending the rest of your life with the man you loved so dearly.

@slutty-thevampireslayer @penguinsandpotterheads @xxhellfirebunnyxx @mrsjellymunson @onegirlmanytales

[gameo-archive]

"To the Save the Dead Boys campaign Hi! We'll love to gift the campaign with something! Could you maybe talk a bit about your reactions to the billboard? FYI we just broke the 300 members milestone for the campaign discord server! Across all socials we have: Twitter: 2815 Instagram: 1237 Tumblr: 945 Bluesky: 282 Totalling 5279 members (and growing) of us fighting to get the show back on our screens! Thank you, with love, Save the Dead Boys team"

Jayden: "we just broke the 300 members milestone for the campaign discord server."

George: What does that mean?

Jayden: it's how many people have signed up to the Discord, which is a lot...

George: wow, ok. later What's Bluesky?

Jayden: it's the new X.

Transcript below:

"J: This is a Cameo from the Save the Dead Boys Team to the Save the Dead Boys Campaign. So! I’m just gonna get straight into this ‘cos I feel like this Is important. J: “To the Save Dead Boys Campaign: Hi! Would love to gift the campaign with something. Could you maybe talk a little bit about your reactions to the billboard. FYI we just broke the 300 members milestone for the campaign discord server.” Wow! Incredible! G: What does that mean? J: Across all—basically it’s how many people they have signed up to the Discord, which is a lot of, uh, a lot of people— G: Wow, okay. J: —“across all socials, we have: Twitter: 2,815. Instagram: 1,237. Tumblr: 945. Blue Sky: 282—“ G: What’s Blue Sky? J: That is like the new X. Uh, “Totaling: 5,579 members and growing of us fighting to get (mumble) to get the show back (gibberish noises) to get the show back onto our screens. Thank you with love, the Save Dead Boys Team.” J: Well, I can safely say that the fact that a group and community of people banded together to put up this billboard to basically tell people that they want our show to be renewed and the fact that it was all just raised through the community, nearly $10,000, I-I-I still can’t quite find the words to explain how much that means to us and to the show. Um— G: Oh my gosh— J: All I can do, and I’m sure George will do the same, but is just express, um, my gratitude. G: Absolutely. J: Thank you. G: And look, unfortunately we’re not in Los Angeles. We will be, uh, later this year, but, we won’t be there on time to unfortunately see it in person, but I did see it when it went up. Uh, I shared it on my Instagram and I can’t even tell you the number of messages I’ve received saying, uh, “This is amazing!” Um, people are really shocked in the best way, I mean, there’s campaigning to save a show and then there’s CAMPAIGNING to save a show. J: With a capital P. G: Um, so, honestly, the hugest congratulations from your Dead Boys. The hugest thank you, as well, because, um, if that’s not a sign that the show has spoken to people, I really don’t know what is. J: Yeah. G: Um, and there’s a lot of talent, there’s a lot of marketing, um, you know, [???] that you guys are bringing to it, so well done and, uh, yeah, we’re, listen, we’re just two silly Dead Boys— J: Yes, we are— G: We’re big fans of you. You guys are the ones who are making moves, and, uh, we see you, and we love you. J: I saw something this morning that there’s another campaign being put up that they can extend the billboard for like another three weeks somewhere else, and I think people already donating to that cause, so, a-a-all we can say is “Wow!” Y-you guys never fail to surprise us. You’re incredible. Keep shouting, keep screaming, keep doing what you can. You guys are the life of the show now and it lives on within you and what you choose to do with it, whether it’s for the good or not—for the not-so-good, is, is on you guys, and all we can do is be here to say thank you and do things like this for you guys, because you all bloody-well deserve it. G: Thank you guys. Love you!"

[fayes-fics]

A Few Blog FYIs and Changes

What to expect from this blog

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I’m done trying to please people and spending hours pouring effort into fics to either never hear from the original requester (this is 99% of the time with anons) or to get negativity and rudeness that my hard work isn’t what they wanted.

Fic taglist

I’m going to keep my taglist running for now. It does take a long time to tag everyone, so I do periodically check if everyone on it still follows this blog. If they don’t I remove them.

I’m also going to change my approach so the taglist is not on the original post. Updates to tumblr setup means I have to switch between desktop and mobile for tagging to ‘stick’. From now on, all tagging will either all be on a reblog or in the notes field (tbc on that).

Upcoming holiday fics

As of today, I am shelving my plan to write a Bridgerton-verse version of While You Were Sleeping for the holidays. I have lost the motivation to devote the time. It would have been a considerable undertaking. Instead, I will spend that time with my loved ones.

I have one Christmas modern AU smut threesome already written. I may write one or two more short fics, but no guarantees.

I’m sad to I’ve had to write some of this, but I hope you can understand why.

Thanks for reading my fics and supporting me. It means a lot 🫶😁🧡🧡

[katyawriteswhump]

the freak in the penthouse part 12

E-rated (for sexual content), accidental millionaire eddie/sex-worker steve. On tumblr: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3.1 Part 3.2 Part 4.1 Part 4.2 Part 5.1 Part 5.2 Part 6.1 Part 6.2 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 or search #thefreakinthepenthouse :)

On AO3 FYI, I’ve basically imagined that Dustin and Suzie are roughly the same age as the others in this, so in their late teens and early twenties…

Chapter 12: reality check

Five Days later

Steve picked up the phone and dialled Eddie’s number. It rang twice, before the answerphone stabbed him with the same old jack-knife in the gut:

“Hi! This is Suzie.”

“And this is Dustin.”

“We’re not around right now—

“—or we’re having our downtime, together or apart, which is super important to us—” 

Jesus Christ, kill me already.

Steve had heard this message a dozen times. Dustin and Suzie sounded so goddamn chirpy, like they were going to explode into song. And Steve had endured waaaaay too many chirpy songs the last few nights, courtesy of Robin’s mom’s cassette deck.

He endured the rest of their nail-scapingly annoying message and braced himself for the Ding!

“Hi, this is Steve. Again. Look, I really need to talk to Ed—”

“Answerphone tape full,” recited an electronic voice, the polar-opposite of chirpy.

“Fuck!” Steve slammed down the receiver. 

Why wasn’t Eddie returning his calls?

Okay, Steve had been sleeping a ton the past few days, might’ve missed something. Robin’s leave was over today, and her mom worked really long shifts…

A muffled meeeeow had him looking up sharpish. Resident cat, Fernando, glared at him through the window.

“All right, I’m sorry I stole your couch. I don’t hate you, it’s your fur that hates me. Way to go making me feel even shittier about it.”

He glared back. Trouble was, this was Fernando’s home, not his. Robin had technically moved out last year, and he’d barely got a nickel to slot into the housekeeping kitty.

He was gonna have to sell his watch. Or the guitar. Dammit, he’d wanted to check in with Eddie first, but what choice did he have?

He leafed through the telephone directory for music stores, scraped together some loose change, and caught a bus across the city. On the journey, he missed his old Sony Walkman as never before. Thanks to Robin’s mom, ‘Mamma Mia’ by Abba ear-wormed through his brain. Uuuuuuurgh! He  hugged the glittery guitar case tightly and attempted to pep himself up.

Eddie said he was crazy about Steve. Steve sure as heck felt the same. 

“Yes, I’ve been broken-hearted, blue since the day we parted. Why, why did I ever let you go?”

“Shut the hell up, Agnetha,” he muttered, earning himself a scathing glance from a woman sitting close. But Steve hadn’t been broken-hearted when he left the hotel. He’d been scared shitless over that fact he was losing his memory as well as his mind. He still was. His future with Eddie had been the one thing he’d felt faintly optimistic about, and… 

“Look at me now, will I ever learn?”

No. No way. Eddie was a good person. Yeah, Robin had passed hours bad-mouthing him. No matter. Steve believed in Eddie. Well, he desperately wanted to. He was getting really worried about him—about whether he’d really been ‘cured’ of his agoraphobia, and about his overly sass-tastic and curiously absent friends. 

He missed him so much. Christ, it hurt.

In ‘Jivin’ Jams,’ Steve laid the guitar case on the counter and opened it. The store-owner’s brows shot sky high: “Where did you get this, son?”

“A friend gave it me,” said Steve. “There was a rumor it once belonged to Jimi Hendrix or something.” 

The guy stared at him, mega-intense, which Steve took to be a positive sign. Maybe he should play hardball, get competing offers from a bunch of stores.

“I’m looking for at least two-thousand bucks,” he ventured.

“I got some catalogues out back that should help me figure out what it’s worth. Gimme a tick.”

Steve shrugged. “Sure.”

The dude vanished. Steve waited, grinning when a track he knew—‘Friday I’m in love,” by The Cure—drowned out the Abba hell-loop in his head. He remembered this one. Yeah, he’d been flat on his back on that honking great bed, with his ankles looped around Eddie’s neck. While merrily fucking Steve, Eddie had sung along like an idiot:

“Monday, you can hold your head, Tuesday, Wednesday, stay in bed, Or Thursday, watch the walls instead, It's Friday, I'm in love…”

Christ, he missed Eddie’s dumbass ‘o’ face. He missed how Eddie always needed him to come too, loving it when Steve squirted across those lick-tastic tatts. Yeah, he missed… so much. If he got a decent amount for the guitar, maybe he and Eddie could rent a place together. Get back to fucking every day of the week…

He was still daydreaming, smirking vaguely, when the two policemen walked in. 

“I didn’t know it was stolen!” protested Steve. The son-of-a-bitch store-owner handed the guitar over the counter to one of the cops.

“Where d’you get it then?” asked the other.

“A friend gave it to me.” Steve’s legs started to feel wibbly.

“This friend got a name?”

Steve bit hard into his bottom lip.

“You think on it, and tell us when we get to the precinct, huh?” 

They took his knapsack and turned out his pockets. When the handcuffs came out, the bubble of panic in his windpipe ballooned.

“I didn’t know it was stolen,” he repeated, sort of on autopilot. They cuffed him anyway. Outside the store, the cool air smarted against his burning skin. “C-crap. No, please! Look… I… I didn’t know!”

He was guided into the back of their patrol vehicle and the door slammed shut. He shut his eyes, rested his head back, and battled his instinct to struggle against the cuffs.

OH MY GOD, EDDIE! YOU REALLY WERE TAKEN FOR A CHUMP!  

Unless he knew it was stolen? No. No way, no way. This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening. Okay… breathe. Keep calm, right? Shiiiiit! 

Steve had been picked up by the police once before. It’d been soon after he’d run from that man, when he was on the streets, and… Nope, nope, NOPE.

His mind grew as clammed up as his body. Which was probably how, breathing fast and shallow, he survived the short journey to the precinct. Still kinda dazed, he was uncuffed and processed. His rescue inhaler, which had been in his pack, was handed back to him. For the first time in a while, he managed to form a coherent sentence: “I need to make a phone call.”

As he was shown to the booth, his worries swerved off in a whole new direction. Dammit, he still didn’t know Robin’s number. He could try calling the hotel, see if he could get a message to her, but…

His unsteady fingers dialled the one number that’d etched itself into his heart. He knew it was gonna go to that ‘answerphone full’ message.

Shit, you are not gonna cry, Harrington, or you’re gonna be eaten alive.

“Hello, this is Suzie.”

“Oh Jesus Christ!”

“No, I’m afraid I’m not Him. This is Suzie Henderson. To whom am I speaking?”

“It’s Steve.” He swiped his knuckles across his cheekbones. “I’m, uh… um… Eddie’s friend. Is he there?”

“No, we don’t know where he is. We’re really worried.” She sure sounded less chirpy than in her message. “I thought Dusty tried to call you back. Have you heard from Eddie?”

“N-no, no. Oh my God. Oh my God, this isn’t happening, this isn’t happening.”

“You seem distressed, Steve. Can I help?”

What choice did he have? He poured out his story, including how Eddie gave him the guitar he was accused of fencing, right till the call randomly cut off.

…

In the interview room, a tired-looking cop dumped a worryingly thick file between them.

“It’s a simple question, kid. Tell us how you came into possession of Jimi Hendrix’s guitar, and we can cut you a deal. You sing sweet enough, you could skip all charges.”

Steve chewed his thumbnail, stared at the table: “I got it from a friend.”

“Listen to me. That guitar was stolen during an armed robbery at a house in Brentwood. You already got an arrest record. You don’t talk, you’re looking at some serious time behind bars.”

Steve gawked up at the interviewer, his thumb still half-caught in his mouth. He’d go to the prison for the guy he loved but…

This isn’t happening.

“Whoever you’re covering for, are they worth it? You scared they’re gonna come for you? We can put you in witness protection.”

Scared? Of Eddie? It was almost hilarious, and finally snapped Steve from his clammed-up funk. He giggled nervously.

“You think this is funny, kid? You can laugh your ass off in jail. You wanna recall your friend’s name for me now?”

“I… um…”

Eddie would want you to tell him, you idiot! He can probably help clear this mess up! There is also the teensy weensy possibility he’s skipped town, leaving you holding his seriously problematic baby…

“Look, I’m not exactly sure where he—“

The door flew wide and a young woman with fashionably frizzy hair and some serious shoulder-pad action stepped in. “Stop the interview. My name’s Nancy Wheeler. I’m Steve’s lawyer and I need a moment alone with my client.”

The interviewer looked mildly pissed then picked up his files and shuffled out.

Steve slumped back in his seat and blinked at his apparent saviour. Beneath the make-up and the power suit, she didn’t look much older than he was. She smiled tightly, pulled a chair around and sat down beside him.

“Woah, woah, woah.” Steve finally found his voice. “I don’t wanna sound ungrateful, but I can’t pay you anything."

“I’m not actually a lawyer,” she hissed, kinda apologetic. “I’m a trainee journalist. Friend of Suzie’s. She’s sort of into law as a hobby, and she’s clued me in on exactly what to say, so… sit tight, keep quiet. We’ll have you out of here in no time.”

…

Nancy did a lot of talking, and Steve eventually found himself leaving the precinct flanked by Nancy and Suzie. Suzie had brought her checkbook to pay Steve’s bail, though in the end, he hadn’t been charged.

He’d lost track of time during his ordeal, and it was past ten pm and dark outside. Before they reached the bottom of the precinct steps, a Volvo drew up, and its internal light switched on. A guy with curly hair and a ‘Vecna’s Doom Quest’ baseball cap wound down the window.

“Get in!” he yelled.

“Love you too, Dusty-bun.” Suzie headed around to the front passenger seat. 

Steve hesitated. “Uh, look, I appreciate the cavalry charge and all, but you’re, like, complete strangers.”

“Get in, Dingus!” Robin had rolled down the backseat window.

“What the heck are you doing here?” He climbed in, and she folded him into a clumsy hug. Nancy climbed in on his other side.

“Are you okay?” asked Robin.

“Jesus, what do you think? I got arrested, and.. I’m so confused.”

Robin launched her story, as Dustin drove off. When she’d discovered Steve AWOL, she’d freaked out. Then she’d called Dustin’s number, which she knew Steve had been trying all week. While garbling madly at each other, she’d learned from Dustin about Steve’s arrest. Dustin, meanwhile, gleaned that Robin had heard from co-workers that day about an incident at the hotel.

The same incident that Dustin, Suzie and Nancy had spent the last few days trying to get to the bottom of.

“What happened at the hotel?” asked Steve.

“We’re not entirely sure,” said Nancy. Steve wasn’t sure why they'd gotten a rookie journalist in tow. So much baffled him right now. “What we do know is that the police have charged Eddie with assault and battery. His disappearing act doesn’t exactly help his case.” 

“What? No way!” Steve couldn’t buy it. Eddie was one of the gentlest guys he’d ever known. Okay, there was that one time he busted his own knuckles, but…

"It's a pretty serious business," Robin was saying. "The only witness was Doreen. She swore that the so-called 'victim’”— Robin spluttered the word out like sour milk—“was blind drunk and walked into a pillar, but the police didn't buy it.”

“We’ve got to find Eddie before the cops do,” chipped in Dustin.

“Yeah, well, LAPD are the least of Eddie’s troubles,” snapped Robin. “I’m gonna gut him over this whole guitar business.”

Too fucking much.

After the rollercoaster of the past few hours, Steve felt basically punch-drunk. He groaned, rubbed his brow, then shaded his eyes from the dazzle of the streetlights. “Please just someone tell me you’ve got a clue where Eddie is.”

“It’s a work in progress,” said Suzie. “He never picked up his ride from the hotel. We’ve exhausted our leads locally, so we’re heading up to Oregon to see his uncle. Wayne won’t talk over the phone—”

“He won’t talk to us, period,” interjected Dustin. “But I think he knows something.”

“We’re going to Oregon?” Steve emerged from beneath his fingers. “Now? The cops told me to not leave town.”

“Dustin said he’d drop us home first,” said Robin. “I’d be delighted to wash my hands of Jon Bon Jovi’s evil stoner cousin for good.”

“He’s not evil.” Steve gave an enormous yawn, then zoned in on the one thing he knew for sure. “I need to find him. You go home, Robin. Fernando will scratch my eyes out if I spend another night on his couch.”

She bitched a bit more, including about how yuck and sweaty he was. Then she refused to leave him. He curled up against her—he couldn’t risk drooling on a complete stranger—and hunkered down for the long drive.

....

Part 13 on Ao3 Part 13 on tumblr

promise we’ll get back to Eddie in the next chapter. I needed to get a few more characters into play so we can finally get steddie on their path to healing and HEA… soon (ish!) 

Thank you for reading. Likes, reblogs and comments much appreciated and will feed the bunnies🐰💕🐰💕🐰💕🐰💕

On tumblr: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3.1 Part 3.2 Part 4.1 Part 4.2 Part 5.1 Part 5.2 Part 6.1 Part 6.2 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 or search #thefreakinthepenthouse :)

On AO3 All my ST stuff on AO3

[kierancampire]

Today marks 2 years since I got the girls :) So here are some comparison photos from the start and now! Just as an FYI, the Disney Castle is up and out of reach, but I brought it down just for the comparison

I will try and keep this short, but yeah that's pretty much it, just the 2 year anniversary. However I do wanna say some things. From day one my life has never been good or happy, and 2018-2023 were particularly hard years, I went through multiple, extensive, severe traumas, I was homeless twice, I lost everything, but what destroyed me was being forced to give up my cat Roxy, she was my reason for living and fighting, and I always told myself I'd get her back, but deep down I knew I wouldn't

I don't really have any friends, I speak to very little family, I am rather isolated in life. And when I went back to wherever I was living, I hated it, there was no life, no warmth, no desire to be there. Then I moved to this place, continue to went through hell, but at least I was finally living by myself in an "actual" home, but it was never home for me. But one day mum messaged saying a lady she knew found and was looking to get rid of kittens, then along came these two

I realised sometimes I feel like I'm taking it for granted. For the first time in a long time, I feel a desire to go back home, I want to be home, when I go out I look forward to coming back, and it's because I know they're there waiting for me. My home has life in it, it has personality, it's not just this cold dead space. But that's another thing, I realised I started referring to it as home. I honestly don't know if I ever really feel I had a home, I've never had a place I felt I belong, I never had a place I felt safe or secure, but these girls make me feel like this is home. They've given me purpose again, they've given me joy, life, they mean the world to me

It's funny reading about their first day here, in some ways they are the same, in others they are so different. Coraline is less affectionate and clingy, but she is still so bolshy, curious, and has to get involved in everything. Ember was so standoffish at first and wanted nothing to do with me, but now it's hard to make her leave me alone! Also as I'd be posting it soon anyway, here's what the tattoo looks like a year later :) I was hesitant about getting the girls at first, I sometimes still have fears. But I am so glad I did get them now, I know what life was like without them, and I hope to never live that life again. They're gonna get their favourite tuna fillet today and some catnip in celebration :)

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

Archived Link (fyi - The Times removed its paywall for June 8-9, 2024)

Some excerpts

A friend of the King says that in recent years Charles’s tendency to consult William on tricky family issues involving the Duke of York and the Duke and Duchess of Sussex has helped to ease the anxieties of the past and boost their personal and working relationships. “If there was ever a green-eyed monster or a sense of rivalry between the two, that is a chapter of the past,” the friend said. “The King sees his son as a useful ally on family matters and increasingly in discharging the duties of nation and state. When you are monarch, you’re not counting the column inches. You’re thinking about performing your role for your country, not just as King Charles but as ‘the family’.”

and

The King left Normandy on Friday before the main international event to pace himself as he recovers from cancer. A friend of his observed: “The King did the heavy lifting in the morning, his heir was there to honour veterans later in his absence. Those decisions are very carefully made, they’re not done without consideration about the optics.” In his speech, Charles invoked the memory of George VI: “United, they fought together for what my grandfather … described as ‘a world in which goodness and honour may be the foundation of the life of men in every land’.” Having William as his stand-in for part of the event shows that Charles also has an eye on the future.

It's an interesting article. There's two clear messages for me:

First, that Charles is still prickly about how he's covered versus how everyone else is covered. I think he feels more settled as King in the kind of attention/coverage he gets, but old habits die hard. It feels like he's trying to get out ahead of some kind of criticism that may or may not be coming in a "see? I'm not really like that, not anymore" kind of way.

Second, this is definitely positioning William as an international statesman. It's one of his weakest areas as a future king - reasonably so, as Charles had a larger-than-life (and history-making) tenure as Prince of Wales and William prioritized his young family first - so he really needs to develop that area of responsibility. Relying exclusively on Earthshot to do that won't be enough; it's a good start, don't get me wrong, and it'll give him a good foundation, but he needs to do more. Frankly, he needs to do a lot more and I hope there's plans for him to start pulling his share once Kate's and Charles's health crises have resolved.

[zsakuva]

Hey Saku! I’ve been following your VA stories for a while now, and Alex’s audios have been such a treat to listen and analyze. Especially seeing everyone’s reactions to each one that comes out 🫢 (WARNING LONG MESSAGE) 

I saw on a post that you said you intended for others to see how the listener is a very flawed person, and clearly has major issues that they haven’t dealt with in a healthy way. But I’ve been seeing comments and there’s still people who really dislike Alex with a passion. I know some people have had situations like this in real life, and it’s a lot more complicated situation. So they may have more insight on this than me. I’m just solely judging the fictional characters here FYI. 

    I understand that he isn’t a perfect character and one thousand percent has some flaws of his own, and needs to apologize for what he has done and said, but even after we find out the listener literally followed Alex when he was with Natalie people still think he’s the major red flag that messed up the relationship? Maybe I’m being a little harsh but if I had a partner like the listener and they did everything they did- I wouldn’t have reacted to it nonchalantly. Maybe I wouldn’t suddenly resort to breaking up, but I would have to reassess the relationship. Yes, communication would’ve helped the situation but it wouldn’t have taken back the actions the listener did. And while both of them have to deal with the consequences of their behavior, I don’t think he deserves the amount of “dislike” he gets 😭

     All that to say a lot of people are villainizing Alex when he really didn’t do anything that jaw dropping except be closed off, hypocritical, and a bit of a gaslighter during arguments, which are not healthy reactions, but can happen when emotions get involved. The audience won’t ever know what the listener said back to him during the conversations so they no doubtably could’ve gaslighted him back🫡 Not a complete Alex defender, I don’t particularly like him (the two should definitely not be together) but I also don’t think he’s as terrible as he’s made out to be sometimes.

(Apologies for the paragraph) I do have a short question on it, 

  When you started fleshing out Alex and the listener as characters did you imagine the audience would see them as they do now?  Or was it a surprise to read the differing opinions and conclusions the crumpets came too?  (thank you again for creating such complex and thought invoking audios) 🫶🏻

When I decided to dive into this particular part of their relationship, I knew there would be discourse but I wasn't expecting it to be so divisive. I love reading everyone's opinions; there are so many factors at play to have them draw whatever conclusion they've settled on.

Some might draw from a personal experience, others solely from Alex, or solely from Gremlin, or a third party looking in. All opinions of Alex and Gremlin are valid, and as a writer who loves breaking down characters, it's amazing to see so many discussions about something I've created.

Of course, I have my own opinions regarding their situation, but I'll keep most of that to myself; I'm in a unique position to be omniscient so I'll observe instead!

[arliedraws]

Did anyone ever send you spicy takes for literary analysis? If not, here's one: I wanna know where in the books people are getting the idea that in a boarding school in the UK in the '70s, MWPP and their classmates would ALL be some flavor of queer and also have the modern vocabulary to go with it.

I am still taking spicy takes! My week at work has been absolute chaos, so I haven’t had a chance to tackle some of these prompts yet.

But I’m going to push back a bit on ya (with love and respect, of course). Below the cut are some mentions of violence against LGBTQ+ folks, fyi.

No, I don’t think that the 1970s would have been a magical place full of openly queer teens with modern vocabulary (and weirdly cell phones?). But I do understand where it comes from. Imagine you’re a teen in 2024 where LGBTQ+ rights are being stripped away one by one in many western countries. Then imagine you’re a teen from the United States: you’re not 18 yet, you can’t vote, yet you are directly affected (or have friends who are) by anti-LGBTQ+ laws. Maybe you aren’t allowed to use a public restroom because you’re trans or maybe you have ultra-religious parents who would kick you out of the house if they found out you were gay or maybe there was a story circulating about a non-binary kid who was murdered by their peers in a bathroom at school…

So these things are all around you. You’re fifteen, and you feel absolutely powerless. Maybe you’re cut off from the queer community. Maybe you just wish there were a place where you could be around other queer teens who just GET you, who know what you’re going through. Okay, maybe you read Harry Potter when you were younger, and you find that there’s this fantasy world within the world of HP where the kids are cool and hot and wear whatever they want and say “fuck you, parents!” and they’re all in love with each other and at school, it’s all okay! The parents will never find out! This is the safe place!

While I have MANY critiques of this corner of fandom (the reinvention of heterosexuality with the hyperfeminization of Sirius and the hypermasculinization of Lupin, the blatant mischaracterization of MOST characters, etc.), I understand a young person’s hunger for it. It’s a fantasy. Plain and simple.

Do I personally find it more interesting to see what would happen if James and Sirius hooked up in an ultra-conservative pureblood society and were forced to confront internalized homophobia? YEAH. Is that an appealing story to someone who has to live that reality everyday? Ehhh…Maybe? Maybe not? It’s appealing to me because I like to explore human suffering lol. I love drama! I love complicated relationships. I love when fictional people love two people at once—I love MESSINESS (I love when they cheat! I love when they have miscommunication!). But here’s the difference—I am a thirty-something person who has a solid support system and acceptance within their community. I have the emotional space to accept complexities. Most teenagers do not have these things.

We have to remember that for everything an artist or writer creates, there’s an intent. Who is the audience? What is the effect on the reader of your stylistic choices? Is historical accuracy important to the overall message of the work? Does it detract from meaning/understanding?

My point is, sweet and beautiful Anon, you are probably right! There is plenty to critique (and I have complained about this side of the fandom before), but I accept that many young people are looking for community, and apparently this fandom created by a transphobic millionaire is where they found it.

[inglorionamy-ammy]

A Review of Gale Character Ai (Pt.1)

～What is this post about?～

[Attention: The story in this is NOT a fanfic!! This is my own experience of playing Gale Character AI.]

Link to Part 2 [Start playing with Gale Ai]

Link to Part 3 [Continue playing with Gale Ai]

Link to Part 4 [NSFW test]

● Why am I posting this?

In discussing Gale-AI, @senualothbrok told me that it could be addictive and potentially scary when AI hallucinations happened, that it could start acting in a creepy way. But I was so curious about how in-character/immersive the AI could be, so I played it over 4 TRIALS and eventually got the following interaction that I was quite satisfied with.

● What does this series of posts contain?

With the content generated from Trial 4 as an example, I will share:

1. My personal preferred way to interact with it so as not to get addicted/ mind-ducked by it

2. Some tips on prompting responses that might be satisfying to you personally

3. What I felt during the interaction (which was rather wild)

●How does Gale-Ai work?

In Gale Ai, the web page looked like a text message interaction, and you can message it to "directly talk to Gale".

However what I did is that I Role-Play, typing both actions and dialogues to prompt a bot-response. Basically it's like you are like a DM and the bot roleplays as Gale in your story, so you're co-constructing a story with it.

●If you are extra-worried about blurring reality with fiction in these interactions, some tips:

1. I personally never let one chat last over a day to prevent its performance from dropping (I.e starting to act OOC or even abusive)

2. I role-play as a character in Faerun, so Gale-Ai won't mess with your mind by mentioning real-life events

3. Write to it like writing a fiction, so that the experience feels more like an interactive fanfic rather than a text chat.

●On Ai and fanfiction

From my own observations, the Ai does give individual responses that to a non-native English speaker like me, look pretty decent. I personally think that playing with the Ai is an interesting way for authors to test out ideas and get suprises from the bot (which can happen sometimes); or for me, who actually learnt a vocabulary or two during the interaction.

For integrity reasons I do NOT agree with posting Ai work without indicating that it is co-constructed with Ai. Also if you actually read the Ai story, you will find parts that do not corresponded well, vocabs that are reused many times, and limited creativity in story telling. (Next part I'll use my trial as an example to discuss this)

In addition, a reader mentioned potential ethical issues about how Ai is being trained and the energy they consumed. Here are two articles FYI:

The Green Dilemma: Can AI Fulfil Its Potential Without Harming the Environment?

Character AI Stealing Artists’ Work: A Global Ethical Dilemma in Writing

With this in mind, let's talk about how it played out for me :)

->A Review of Gale Character Ai (Pt.2)

[mousydentist]

my favorite fics that i wrote and why

So, first I'll explain. I'm gonna being reccing my own fics which I'm not super sure how to do cause I mostly just yeet shit on ao3 and let the fates decide, and I'm never sure what's like, too much? Like I see other people rec their own fics and I'm like (O O) how do i do that. Like idk why I have this resistance to like, telling people that I like my own fics? So today I said fuck that, everyone's gonna know now.

And I've just been doing not so hot recently for a number of reason and I figured like, I've been obsessing over so much, why don't I get to be excited about the good things? So anyway, these are my favorite fics that I've written, not just the ones that have done the best or whatever, just my personal favorites, so without further ado...

(quick fyi, all of these are locked so you need to be logged into ao3 to view)

First up is sorry that i can't believe anybody really starts to fall in love with me , don't ask why the name is so long I just like the song lmao. This one's special to me cause it was my first KPTS fic. Is it the best? No. Does it have a super deep meaning? Nope. But it's cute and it's mine so I love it. Next!

the imperfect art of making it. Very self indulgent. I wrote this for the endorphins fic fest which gave me the motivation to write, but really I just loving transing my characters, and soft KimChay deserves lots of love.

Next up, do you look up to the sky? My first whumptober fic and the first one I wrote bc as soon as I looked at the prompts I was like "oh Kim's getting locked in the fucking basement for sure" and then he did! Success. Also KimChay are a pstd4ptsd couple, I won't be taking questions at this time.

This is getting longer than I thought it was gonna be but fuck it, I told myself I was doing this to remind myself why I like writing and that I do actually enjoy it so the longer the better tbh bc it means I really do love it. It's not a bad thing if all of my fics have a special place in my heart, right?

Ok last of the non dead dove ones is i should have kissed you. I don't exactly have a reason, I just think it's a good fic.

The next ones are dead dove cause I have two modes which are cute fluff and illegal <3

chay and kinn and chay. This thing is my baby. I love him with my whole heart. I wrote him in discord messages on my walk to and from classes. This is one fic that I would not be ashamed to say I've read several times over. This is the fic that I think of when people say "write the fics you want to read." This was also a spite fic which makes all of that even funnier lmao

Willow Dancin' On Air. This one's not dead dove but it is KimVegas so eh. But this is another fic I wrote purely for myself. I just wanted some fluffy lil somethin somethin and now every time I listen to this song I think of this fic

Ok last one, Why minors shouldn’t gamble. This one also started on discord and was written in my notes app at like. 9 am while I was still in bed lmao. Because that's where inspiration peaks. And it's hot idk. omegaverse will never not be be a special interest of mine, hopefully one day we can find out what happens when Kim joins the party, I'm genuinely curious.

OK! So. That was something. Tbh I feel a lot better lmao. My therapist would be so proud of me if I ever told her I write fanfiction pff. Normalize reading your own fics over and over. I'm saying that directly to myself cause I see all these like motivational things about writing and then I don't believe them, what's that about?? Doing this reminded me that I actually like the things I create, highly recommend. Now I'm gonna get myself a glass of water cause for the next maybe 12 hours I'm changing my life!! I'm doing self care!!! Woo hoo!!!!! Now to post this before I remember that other people can see it :) Ok bye ✌️

[landinrris]

they were never going to effect a swap with the mclarens. it would have suidcide and handed the mercedes a double podium. both oscar and mclaren knew oscar couldn't challenge max. oscar was barely hanging on to lando's drs and lando was managing his tires to get to the end. oscar cooked his tires having to push so hard to keep the mercedes behind and stay in lando's drs which is why he dropped so hard. he didnt have damage he killed his tires. his engineers question was essentially a stop pushing lando unless you think you can get verstappen slightly sarcastic message and oscar replied he was doing it to try and keep drs. just before the question he had been begging on the radio for lando to keep giving him drs.

Alright, so for future reference, I'm not the person to come to if anyone plans on downplaying Oscar, just FYI. Even though Lando is my favorite of the two, I still value and like Oscar. My tags in that one radio message post are directed at the people who have no idea what's going on and love to jump on any drama (even when none exists) possible.

That being said, I had Multiviewer up the entire time watching radio and lap times. The broadcast unsurprisingly broadcasted the swap question about five minutes after when it actually happened. So as a result, it looked like Tom asked while George was on Oscar's literal ass. That didn't happen. When Tom asked, it could have theoretically worked. As far as I am aware as well, Oscar and Lando were doing similar enough lap times. If anything, Lando was having a difficult time restarting his tires and getting back to competitive lap times post the final safety car restart. I'm not sure where we're getting the "Oscar cooked his tires" narrative from this time. Oscar was on Lando until George got close enough to start attacking in earnest. It was a valid question and not sarcastic. Why would the team waste energy on asking their drivers sarcastic messages? They have better things to spend their effort on at that point in the race. I don't personally recall Oscar begging for DRS either. It was a strategy that could have worked long-term (as we saw with the one lap where Oscar did use it to defend from George), but those Mercs were flying at the end on low fuel and new tires.

All in all, Oscar recognized his battle was with George anyway, so it doesn't even really matter. He knew he couldn't match Max's pace. He's always been pretty honest when he's asked about a swap, whether it's Lando coming through or vice versa.

[javelinbk]

FYI - if you reblog a gif from @stabbyjenny-blog then it’s one they’ve taken from somewhere else

I blocked them ages ago, but they’ve still taken two of mine recently (part of the reason why I added a watermark to that first one)…

…and I’m sure a lot of you will find yours on there too. You might want to think about adding watermarks if you can be bothered.

I don’t think gifs are some great piece of art, but it’s still a pain in the arse when people claim them as their own. I tried messaging this person months ago asking them to stop, and they haven’t, so fuck ‘em.

In short: be kind, reblog (but not from them)

[reggies-eyeliner]

𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐏𝐒 (CLOSED)!

OPEN 7/14-7/30!!

-> matchups + moodboards + playlists + headcanons! please read all of the rules listed below and pop into my ask box! if you need an idea on what my past matchups look like please check out these links! :DD

THIS IS LIKE A BUFFET. PICK AND CHOOSE WHAT YOU WANT BABES MWAHAHAHA

FANDOMS (up to two*):

across the spider-verse*

most animated movies (httyd, bh6, rotg^^)

lockwood & co*

stranger things

avatar: the last airbender

the legend of korra

rottmnt**

voltron: legendary defenders

* i've only watched the series so far + i'm about to start the comics/books (and very excited to omg) !! just an fyi that my pairings will most likely revolve more around the characters featured in the series IM SORRY I SWEAR I'LL GET TO THE BOOKS/COMICS ASAP

**exclusively platonic matchups preferred/qpr!

* if you are requesting two fandoms, please tell me which one to prioritize more! the first one will be the full-length, but the second will be around a half of the content in the prioritized fandom.

TYPES OF MATCHUPS:

the classic: submit in matchup information + get paired with (a) romantic partner(s)! in return for the matchup information, you will receive: a 1x3 moodboard, one song + a hefty list of headcanons + a mix-and-match randomized trope explanation! (ex: a blurb about sharing a bed, first time meeting, fake dating confession scene ; ~100 words!)

the platonic machup: platonic matchups (my personal fave MWAHAHA)! you'll get paired with as many characters as you'd like<3!! in return for matchup information, you will receive: a 1x3 moodboard, one song + a hefty list of headcanons + incorrect quotes describing your dynamic between you and your found family/best bro<3

customized schedule: submit what your schedule looks like throughout any day of the week (up to two) + matchup information (platonic or romantic), you will receive: an hourly schedule on what life is like with said character i match you with + the aspects of your life with them! (ex: 8am, wake up by their side + they make you coffee blah blah blah), + a song for each moment of the day to describe your dynamic :D

MATCHUP INFORMATION:

name + preferred gender(s) to be paired with + preferred age group(s)

preferred fandom (up to two are okay, but please let me know which one you'd like me to focus on more!)

platonic and/or romantic + polycule preference etc + preferred age group!!

you can include your sexuality if you'd like to (only if you want me to touch on the aspect on how your matchup will support you because. yeah<3)

giving + receiving love languages

hobbies, talents, things that make you you (think: if this wasn't in my life, how different would i be?)

mbti/zodiac (optional)

personality, how you handle difficult situations

what consist of a good memory for you

favorite songs + music taste/colors/any kind of aesthetics!!

anything that brings you comfort/anything that doesn't give you comfort (can be about a relationship or just in life :-D)

OTHER RULES?

preferably off anon! i'd love to talk to you more after the matchup submission as well MWAHHAHA<333 if you're planning on being anon, an emoji anon would be p cool so we can chat more!

as i'm also a busy student, i will prioritize school-- if you submit a matchup, please be prepared to have up to anywhere from a 1-14 day wait! i'll send you a message that i got your ask hehe

i will also be mostly inactive writing-wise from 7/18-7/23 as i will be on a trip, so please keep that in mind!

you should totally use a pick up line in my ask box i enjoy pick up lines so much. or one of those "less than one minute" videos on youtube those are the best man

please know that i absolutely love writing and talking to people, but i also have my own limits to what i can/cannot do for people! if you send nsfw content, pedophilia, violence, gore, heavy vents, all that not-so-great-stuff or an ask comes off as rude or demanding, i have all rights to avoid doing it and dismiss it without any warning. ASJCHS JUST be a decent human being in short that's all i'm asking RAHHH

OTHER THAN THAT MAN write as much/little as you'd like!!

#send a request here! :D

[longeyelashedtragedy]

how did u fall into lamps

O gather round children, it's a longer story than some may think

the date was july 16, 2022, the place baltimore maryland, the event arsenal vs everton. i went with my friend nina, and while we were waiting for granit and the gang to come and warm up, i messaged our group chat with our mutual friend who was like, a hardcore liverperson from the gerlonso days, to tell her where we were, and when hearing we were seeing everton she said something along the lines of "oh, Fat Frank the Tory!" i was like oh...there's definitely some backstory and some lore here that i have no knowledge about and now i'm amused and intrigued/

right before the game started, the coaches came out, and i was struck stupid by mikel in his all black shortsleeves hairy armed top energy off the charts charisma passionate glory. we weren't sitting that close to the pitch, but it was still so easy to pick up on his vibe. it was clearly not "just a friendly" to him.

i was then kind of just as struck by the contrast in the two uh gentlemen who'd just come out. mikel in the sleek black, lamps chonky in the weirdly overly casual everton summeroutfit. the contrast was immediately appealing and so were the aesthetics. (i'm so consistent--we all know as far as looks go everton franko is my favorite franko lol) exhibit a:

we beat everton 2-0 and the whole time mikel was passionately charging around as he does and lamps was just sitting on the bench looking so annoyed and so defeated and i was like who is this chonky sadboy...i'm Fascinated and Pleased. like honestly, being the football toddler that i am, i knew very little about him. HOWEVER that didn't stop me from bringing him up frequently enough in conversation to nina that she was like FYI you talk about this man a lot!

but let's fastforward to one of the most distressing months of my life AKA may 2023. granit transfer rumors were ripping brutally through my life and they really seemed real and as we all know i was crying about it literally every day! i think by some point my brain was just in desperate need of something else to think about, and conveniently, i saw the god amongst fic authors @protect-daniel-james 's fic "Just," and not gonna lie, just the summary alone got me, but the fic finished what the summary started and i read it like 7584930 times, plus a couple others that had popped up in the tag after that (shoutout to @new-berry 's "Proud of heart (pride of London)" which was a fantastic twist on their relationship and ends with a BIBLE VERSE). then i read the NYCFC-related interview with him where he mentioned that one of his favorite NYC restaurants was this one that's like a 5 minute walk from me, and the very crude foundation of what turned into Digestif started forming in my mind. my summer vacation started just a couple weeks later, during which i did the world's fastest speedrun of a Person, and the Lampardverse began to gather strength.

the rest is Long Eyelashed History!

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LGC UNIVERSITY: PART 2

as mentioned in PART 1 of this anniversary event, this lgc university verse will celebrate two important events; the house tournament and prom night.

LGC UNIVERSITY’S HOUSE TOURNAMENT

every year, lgc university has a particular theme that they have with their tournaments. for this year, the theme is SEARCH and one of the biggest competitions related to this is a scavenger hunt!

in the lgc university verse, 4-5 representatives from each house will be given a list of items that they have to gather or complete without purchasing them. the first house to complete the rather long list ( or the majority of it ) will be deemed the winning team. however, this competition isn’t easy because some of the head of houses’ have added some sneaky decoys and pranks for the representatives! the competition itself will last a week long, but every day, the representatives ( fyi, the representatives change as well to allow all of the muses to participate in this scavenger hunt at least once ) will receive a set list of items and be given 24 hours to complete as many of that list as possible.

if you want examples of items/tasks that could be assigned to the representatives, you can look at the LGC UNIVERSITY DOCUMENT.

for every time the team has completed one of the tasks, they are required to send the photos via message to the assigned professor for the day ( it will either be SEO YOUNGJAE, HWANG SEUNGJO, JANG INSUNG, KIM BOMIN, KWON SOYI, NAM JINHO, OR SEO HEEJUNG ). here are a few additional rules to take into consideration:

the representatives assigned for that day will be given two phones ( one camera for every pair; it cannot do anything except make calls, send messages, and take photos ) by the assigned professor and will be required to return the phone by 8:00PM sharp. if the team hands in the phone late, they will be deducted points for every minute past the deadline time. at least ONE person from the team should hand back the phones. 

the team can receive additional points for creativity of the video and/or photo.

ic wise, the students will not know the results until PROM NIGHT, but ooc wise everyone will find out the results AFTER the deadline for this event has passed.

PROM NIGHT

to celebrate everyone’s hard work and effort ( both ic and ooc ), lgc university will be hosting their annual PROM NIGHT! if you’ve been wanting to ask your so-call ‘crush’ to be your date for this dance, now is your time!

PROM NIGHT PREPARATION

the lgc graduates ( blazing, dbsd, and haru ) have spent the past couple of weeks planning and preparing for prom night. it was announced one month prior ( around july ) that prom will be happening through social media and the countless flyers. during this time, muses can be preparing for the event ( ex. finding/making/shopping for clothes, trying to create the cutest promposal for their date, etc. ) but whenever they’re not doing that, the muses will be attending classes.

PROM ROYALTY

like many proms and school dances, there will be a voting ballot to be chosen as part of the PROM ROYALTY. but instead of picking a fellow student, the graduates ( aka blazing/dbsd/haru ) have decided to make a change this year and made it so that you ( the student ) can vote which of the following faculty members will be a part of the PROM ROYALTY!

in the lgc university verse, the voting ballot will be placed near the entrance of the fully decorated auditorium. every student that arrives at the event ( which is mandatory ), will be given a slip of paper and pen where they will write which faculty member ( they can choose two ) they would want to be a part of PROM ROYALTY. the voting will close one hour before the dance portion ( which gives the students around 2 hours to vote ) and during that time, JAMES ( HARU ) and WOOHEE ( BLAZING ) will be counting all of the votes and announce the winner. 

ooc wise, we’ve created a short version of the NPCS INFO! as you may notice on the sheet, it lists most of the lgc staff members ( minus HYUNCHEOL and AECHA ) present! while this is done mostly to give you a general idea of how the staff members are personality wise ( in the lgc verse ), it’s a way to help you decide which two npcs you think your muse would select for PROM ROYALTY!

( note: we would also like to thank @lgcbk/@lgctaeha mun for the suggestion to make a npcs doc! )

to ‘vote’, there will be a form listed below and you just pick two faculty members among the ones mentioned on the sheet. the voting will be anonymous so only the admins ( ooc ) and JAMES and WOOHEE ( ic ) will know who voted for who.

PROM NIGHT - ADDITIONAL INFORMATION

even though prom is a great time to have fun, do remember that ALL of the faculty members will be present at the event so don’t do anything scandalous. prom will start at 7:00PM, the results will be mentioned around 8:30PM and it’ll end until 2:00AM. since this is an au, it will be happening on FRIDAY, AUGUST 18 ( lgcrp’s anniversary )!

WRITING REQUIREMENTS

this will be slightly different than the usual writing requirements we’ve had in the past ( and for the ones who were a part of lgc boys adventures, this might be familiar to you ). for this event there are two options available, but they must PICK ONE:

2 THREADS with two different partners about anything related to the above ( ex. scavenger hunt, preparing for prom night, celebrating prom night, voting for prom royalty, etc. ). ONE of the threads must be with someone who belongs in the SAME HOUSE as you AND you haven’t threaded with before while the other thread can be with anyone. each thread should have 4 REPLIES ( 2 per mun; minimum 8 lines ) in total.

OR

1 THREAD with one partner about anything related to the above ( ex. scavenger hunt, preparing for prom night, celebrating prom night, voting for prom royalty, etc. ). the thread HAS to be with someone who belongs in the SAME HOUSE as you AND you haven’t threaded with before. the thread should have 8 REPLIES ( 4 per mun; minimum 8 lines ) in total.

as mentioned previously, at the bottom of the form, there is a section called “PROM ROYALTY”. you pick two NPCs who you think your muse would vote for ( it can be based on who is their favorite ).

for any groups doing the WRITING CHALLENGE 002, you can use the replies/threads from this event for that challenge.

all of the threads and replies related to this should use the hashtag lgc:shapn. once you complete the writing requirements, please submit the following form ONCE on the points blog before OCTOBER 14, 2023 11:59 EST. point rewards will not be revealed until after the deadline!

MUSE NAME ∙ LGC UNIVERSITY (SCAVENGER HUNT & PROM NIGHT) - THREAD(S): # OF POSTS WRITTEN [ LINK ] ( link both threads if you did two threads ) - PROM ROYALTY: list two lgc npcs that your muse would vote for