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ssreeder · 10 months

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THIS IS GOING TO BE AN INTERESTING READ SREEDIE BC IVE GOT VAVAVOOM BY NICKI MINAJ STUCK IN MY HEAD RN

hey handsome ;)

I’m back bc you can’t get rid of me ever <3

katara is so real for finding comfort in arbitrary routine. like I’m not following the politeness rules for YOU I’m following the politeness rules for ME so that I feel better >:(

ALSO what I think is really important to remember and usually gets lots in fanon, the fact that zuko like.. literally IS the face of the fire nation in the war for katara. like she has nobody else to project on OF COURSE it’s going to be fucking Rough to overcome her hatred for zuko when he’s literally synonymous with genocide for her. unless there’s somebody else she can realistically focus on (ie. the fire lord is too abstract a concept for her rn), it’s never really gonna get better AND YOU CANT BLAME HER bc how else are you meant to process fear and anger if you have nowhere to direct it (does this line of thinking mean I need therapy sreedie?? answer honestly)

OHOHO look at that sreedie. I’ve gone an anticipated katara’s own musings. I’m so psychic today.

also really depressing that zuko actually does canonically look like his father so like… katara isn’t exactly Wrong to imagine his face

aaaaaand he’s back to normal with the monosyllabic responses !! and anger !! he’s healing so well.

trust zuko to argue about the semantics of life saving lmfao

CRYING WHEN ANGRY IS SO FUCKING ANNOYING I FEEL YOU SO HARD KATARA

not katara accidentally predicting the zukka relationship out of anger T-T

NOT THE “I will be back” NOTE ZUKO PLS

SLAY AANG ILY AANG YOURE THE BEST ZUKKA WINGMAN EVER

ughhh FUCK OFF IROH just say you’re homophobic jfc

YES JEE I’m always in the I Love Jee camp so this is nothing new BUT YES CRITIQUE IROHS HANDLING OF ZUKO

jee is TOTALLY a literature nerd with all the analysis of implications of zukos outfit that he’s doing and I am so here for it

HAIR RUFFLES WIDNWLDNQPXBWFORN THE HAIR FRHDKWE AODKW I am completely calm and reasonable about this.

sokka is like “I’m so good at being subtle about being in love with zuko :D” and zuko is like WE JUST FUCKED IN FRONT OF EVERYBODY MAYDAYMAYDAY

LMAO jee is like FINALLY some drama to become invested in

I LOVE CULTURAL CUSTOMS AHHHHHH I’m such a goddamn nerd ohmygod

YAYYYY TOPH I love toph she’s a ride or die fr

nooooo now I’m emotional about jee. the whole being fire nation first and human being second is a really nice touch though, in terms of world building and reasoning behind why fire nation citizens are so committed to the war effort despite their own suffering bc of it

wait wait maybe I’m going insane rn but WAIT a moment please… so this is what I’m working with: when zukka got separated, sokka became like Both of them?? like they didn’t have each other to balance themselves out, so sokka adopted zukos personality (without the zuko skill set Unfortunately) and conversely, zuko like… Had Neither personality bc he was fucking Dying so he had other priorities. and now both of them are out of whack bc their personality divisions are fucked

OMG RASU telling sokka he groped zuko in front of everyone T-T he’s doing the lord’s work

ohohohoboho rasu knowssssss ʰᵉʰᵉʰᵉʰᵉʰᵉ

THESE BITCHES ARE ENGAGED OMG

DADKODA AND CHANGGGGGGG oh I’m so happy rn. I’m genuinely going to squeal when chang and zuko reunite AND FUCK IROH HE CAN GET FUCKED JEE GET A BETTER LEADER TO DEDICATE YOURSELF TO

anyways :D

I’m expecting zuko and chang to have the most magical long awaited airport reunion imaginable, and if these two bitches DONT hug I’m going to cut all your electrical wires and clog your toilets

KISSES XXXXXX

I have accepted I’ll never be rid of you, so I’ve stopped trying. <3

Haha, I think we could ALL use some therapy lol <3 but as for Katara I think she is allowed to be upset and dramatic because she is 15 and tired. So stop being an asshole Zuko.

I think both Zuko & Katara left that interaction feeling less than satisfied.

I love writing Jee as the man who notices shit. Haha. Why is his collar so high? IDK JEE WHAT DO YOU THINK?!

fucking love Jee

I’m a sucker for details, and unfortunately I can’t always get them all out into the writing but I wasn’t going to CUT (hahahaha GET IT??) the hair lore mwahaha.

Dude Chang and Zuko reunion is long over due but also I might be a dick and just bomb everything before Chang gets close

Why not right?

KISSSSSSESSSSS XOXOXO

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thundergoodspeed · 1 year

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“It’s back to back, for life.”

RULES || ABOUT || ART TAG || icon by @babyblankyerror

independent, casual activity rp blog for an alternate universe gary goodspeed of final space!

i WILL read your rules. but i MAY get things wrong starting out. i’m a neurodivergent scatterbrain who sometimes forget which rules go where. just kick me (privately!) if i fuck something up.

i have personals following me. this is also an art blog. if you find a personal reblogging our thread chances are i’m already asking them to delete, but this hasn’t come up in a minute.

CALLOUT CULTURE ON TUMBLR IS ROTTEN TO THE CORE, AND IF YOU REBLOG CALLOUTS I’M GONNA HAVE TO ASK YOU TO LEAVE.

default verse is au. if you’d like to ship we’re gonna have to have a different verse bc john goodspeed didn’t raise no cheater.

mun is 31. NOOOO shipping with underage characters! NOOOOO writing smut with underage muns!

NOT spoiler free. i may be canon divergent but my gary was DEEP in his plot before he split from it. like, season 2 episode 9 deep. if interested in watching the show, i have the link to it on a free cartoon website i trust.

(most) other characters, including a timeline clone gary named daybreak who is, in essence, a revived gary zombie with cat ears and no fucks, are available as side muses:

Daybreak

Little Cato

John Goodspeed

HUE

AVA

Mooncake

KVN

etc.

i also do commissions. if interested, refer to my art tag (linked above), my instagram, ko-fi, and twitter. my comm sheet is pinned on my twitter profile.

sorry for the wall of bullet text! hope to write with y’all soon!

#i will normalize open dyslexic font if it's the last thing i do #ooc; out of cookies #rp promo #final space rp #scifi rp #science fiction rp

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demoisellebeauty · 1 year

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What plots/interactions leave you feeling protective of your muse?

I'm not entirely sure what this question is asking tbh. I mean, in a literal sense, suffering from hyperempathy means that I sometimes have a strong emotional response when bad things happen to Belle in a thread or she embarrasses herself but I don't know that I'd call that protective? Even if I'm like "nooooo stop don't hurt my daughter" in my head. In a less literal and more meta sense, I'm protective of my portrayal of Belle as seen by all of my recent essays but that's not in rp like the question is asking. Honestly? I don't know that I ever have felt protective of Belle. Probably the closest is the dark post-canon AU I have with @princebete where essentially Adam is possessed by a demon that forces him to transform into his Beast form but with no control over his actions and Belle finds out her mother is the Enchantress and awakens her own powers to try to save Adam. It sounds cool at first except that Belle has some very uncanny valley traits and is possibly immortal and even if she saves Adam (big If) she's straight up Not Human anymore. There's some other stuff going on too that's strained Adam and Belle's relationship, but point is neither of them are having a good time. And my reaction to that was constant denial and being like "nope Belle's gonna make this work, everything's going to be FINE and she will be okay."

#tretramonti

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magicnights · 3 years

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“... Am I a pimp...?”

#There is no rest for the wicked ones. ✦ Guest muses #Whispers in the woods. ✦ Dash commentary #[ MY CANON MUSE NOOOOO ]

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coping-via-clint-eastwood · 3 years

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Unrestrained Summer Fun - canon-divergent Gil Grissom x Reader

(A/N: Thought I'd get this one out quick since it's the hottest part of the year. This is gonna be in 2 parts again. Sara doesn't exist in this fic {because I personally can't imagine Gil having a deep romantic interest in anyone else if she did}. Also, this is c-d in the sense that supervisor-subordinate relationships are allowed. And, maybe some ooc. Warning - this is...probably sickeningly sappy. I'm too deeply in love with him for my own good.

As always, @addictedtostorytelling saved my ass with the meta, and @davesdude80 helped me with Gil's walk :) Thank you.

One more person on the taglist: @stokes-theorem)

It was 3 in the afternoon, the hottest hour of the day, in the hottest season of the year. Gil and you had climbed into bed an hour ago to try and bag eight hours of sleep before having to get up at 10, since your shift started at 11. Unfortunately, the heat had kept the both of you awake. Even Hank had dashed down to the kitchen, emptied the contents of his water bowl onto the floor, and rolled around in it. Neither of you had had the heart to stop him. He was currently sleeping in the puddle.

As for you humans, you were lying on top of the blanket. The air conditioner was on a moderate setting. However, that still was not enough. You groaned, "It's still so hot..."

"Maybe, we should let go of each other," your husband joked.

You looked at him pointedly. "No." That made him laugh. You put a hand on his chest and took a bunch of the cloth of his shirt in your hand. "You should take your shirt off."

He nodded his head to one side, and swept his tongue over his drying lips. "Alright." He scooted a little ways away from you and did what you said. He tossed his shirt to the foot of the bed. You moved your eyes up and down his body. Gil smiled; he appreciated that you found him attractive. He would never admit it even to himself, but he was self-conscious about the fact that he was not stereotypically attractive. So it warmed his heart to have you look at him the way you did.

Of course, you knew how he felt. You put your hands on his chest and, closing your eyes, kissed him. He let his eyes fall shut too as he returned the kiss, his hands staying on the bed. You slid your hands down to his abdomen. "You're beautiful," you whispered. In return, he put a hand on your cheek. He gently bumped his forehead against yours. You instinctively shifted closer to him.

Feeling your shirt on his bare skin reminded him of something. He gently gave a few tugs on your collar. "You should take this off." You smiled at his imitation. You rolled back and took your shirt off, pulling it by the collar. You lobbed it next to his. "You look good."

It was your turn to smile. "Thank you." You snuggled back into him.

"Let's hope we can sleep now..." he sighed, closing his eyes as he held you.

"Yeah..." you huffed as well.

However, try as you might, the both of you tossed and turned all afternoon. Adjusting the air conditioner to a lower temperature made it too cold, and yet when you moved under the blankets it was too hot.

At one of the many points when you were looking at him, you ran your hand up his beard then through his hair. "It's not fair..." you mused.

"What?" he enquired with a raised eyebrow, a little humoured.

"Your hair is white. You don't retain as much heat."

That made him chuckle. "That doesn't make much of a difference."

Several hours later, you lay flat on your back on top of the blanket, away from your husband. You groaned and put your forearm over your eyes. "We are never gonna sleep..."

"I'm sorry." He said this because he was much more used to foregoing sleep than you were.

You turned over to your front with a grunt. "What time is it?"

He checked the digital clock on his nightstand (you had an analog clock on yours, but you did not want to move anymore). "It's seven."

You sighed heavily; he observed your back heaving. "Great..."

"We might as well eat our dinner; make the most of it and take our time to get ready."

You sighed through your nose. "Yeah..." you nodded, "...you're right..."

"You can lie down a little longer while I shower."

You turned over to face him. "Thanks..."

He was sitting up as you said that. "You're welcome." He stood up and, knowing what you would want, walked to the foot of the bed and threw his shirt into your waiting hands. You grinned at him. He set out clothes for himself, and did so for you too. You squeezed his hand in thanks. With that done, he went to shower, while you put his shirt over your nose and mouth. You inhaled deeply and closed your eyes, then let out a long sigh. His smell relaxed you. You just lay like that, taking deep, calming breaths.

You did not even hear the water stop running, or the door opening several minutes after that. The cold air from his shower mixed with the air conditioning of the room, so you did not notice the humidity. It was only when he tapped your shoulder that you were brought back to consciousness and looked at him. "O-oh!" you exclaimed softly, pivoting up into a sitting position and turning out of bed, darting past him into the bathroom; the image of him with the towel hanging on his shoulder, his arm still down and out towards you, and his eyebrow raised and mouth ajar as you cut off his necessity to speak to you, registered only when you were some ways into your shower. You stopped and let yourself smile at that picture.

When you came out of the shower, he was not in the room. You got dressed and went down to the kitchen. Gil was eating a slice of watermelon from the refrigerator, and there was a plate with more on it for you to share; the both of you consumed a lot of cold fruits during the summer. Hank had been given moist pellets, as well as some watermelon of his own. Your man had also placed your kits at the front door, along with his straw hat, sunglasses, and your satchel, which contained your sunglasses. While he preferred his straw hat to the department-issue baseball cap in hot weather, you were content to use the cap in whatever situation.

Even when you joined your husband, neither of you spoke, not wanting to exert energy unnecessarily. You cleaned up when all three parties were finished eating. You told Gil, "I'm driving." You had to state it first; he would have driven your car so as to let the engine run, but it would still have been him driving for the fourth time in a row, and that would not have been fair. Well, to you at least - he insisted that he loved doing things for you. It was how he showed his love, whereas you did so to him via physical affection. But still, you wanted to do things in return.

Thus, Gil placed his hat on his head, put his sunglasses in his breast pocket, took Hank and his kit to your car, and sat in the backseat with the dog. You followed soon after, taking your kit and bag, locking the front door, and getting behind the wheel. Gil tossed you the keys, and you started the drive to the dogs' daycare. You took as many detours as you pleased, not being in any particular hurry. Since you were the one driving, Gil brought Hank inside the building, then came back and sat in the front passenger's seat. You drove to the laboratory, taking some more detours.

At the laboratory, you and your husband hung out idly in his office, sipping on the contents of mineral water bottles which the team took turns to stock the refrigerator with. At 10:55, the both of you strolled to the front desk to check in. Then the journey was made back to Gil's office, while he waited for any calls from Jim. At 2:30 am, a case did come up, and so it was handed to Catherine, Warrick and Nick, leaving Greg, your husband and yourself. The three of you decided to get breakfast for the team.

Upon returning from your errand, you tried to nap on Gil's couch (while he read A Midsummer Night's Dream at his desk), but the leather made you sweat even more. You grumbled and slogged your way to the break room, where you sat on a chair and attempted to sleep sitting up. But it was not really comfortable, and you could not even doze off for five minutes. The whole time, you were dreading something: that Gil would get another call just as shift was about to end.

6 o' clock rolled around. Greg headed into the break room, reading a book on Vegas history while walking. He had intended to take an apple out of the refrigerator, but upon noticing your misery, he helped heat up the omelette you had ordered in the microwave. You had your head down and were drifting in and out of consciousness, so just barely noticed it, but you did not process it. Even when he set the plate and your mug of chocolate from the fridge in front of you, you remained in a discount coma. He tentatively tapped your shoulder with one finger. That made you interject and snap your head up, your back slamming against that of the chair. So only physical contact could stimulate you.

"Hey..." he said softy, placing a hand on your shoulder.

You sighed and buried your head in your hands, elbows on the table. "Thank you..." you murmured, the vague registrations of stimuli having been solidified when you woke up.

"Don't mention it. Eat up." He rubbed your upper back, and continued to do so as you ate, knowing that you loved the contact.

On your third bite however, the shift supervisor came into the break room. "Hey guys, we got a four-nineteen..." he looked at you sympathetically, "it's out in the desert."

"Nooooo," you groaned, tilting your head back. Greg could not help but laugh. "Nooooooooo..."

Gil was used to your antics, so he calmly asked, "Okay...what's your specific complaint?"

"It's gonna be so hot! It's not dark anymore! And I don't have a water bottle!" Plastic water bottles degraded in ultraviolet light, secreting toxins.

"Well...you can always share mine," he reminded you.

You quietened when he said that. Then, you sprung up from your seat and darted over to him. You threw your arms around his neck and put your face in his chest, making him grip your waist reflexively, but his cheeks turned red when you let out a, "Yes, hubby."

Greg laughed even harder. " 'Hubby' ?" he questioned through his chortling.

"During times of physical or emotional discomfort, she is not very...restrained," he attempted to explain. With how smoothly he spoke, the only reason his blush could not be passed off as sunburn was that he had not actually been out in the sun.

Greg pressed a fist to his mouth to try to stifle his laughter, looking away and waving his other hand in dismissal. "It's alright. It's cute, actually. It's just surprising to have someone call you that."

"I know. But," he shrugged, "I've come to like it." You had remained docile, but now you smiled to yourself and turned your head up to kiss his neck.

Greg's smile turned sweet. "That's good."

Your husband guided you to sit down again. "Finish your food, then we'll go." You gave a nod, then got back to eating. Grissom looked at the other CSI, "You wanna grab something to eat as well?"

"Yeah," he replied, turning around to the refrigerator, "I came for an apple, actually." He took his fruit out at last. Gil got his pancakes out of the fridge too, and had orange juice to drink.

The three of you finished eating and drinking in under four minutes. But the drive out to the crime scenes took about an hour, and by the time you got there, the sun was high in the sky. "Dayshift should be handling this," you grumbled. You did not mean it of course, but you felt like grumbling.

"Yeah? Don't worry, it'll all be over soon," your husband joked lamely. Greg, who was ahead and trying not to slide down a sand hill, gave him a dirty look (he dared to do so because he was wearing sunglasses).

For this case, it was necessary to stay for a considerable length time at the scene, because there were footprints to be moulded, little cufflinks and keys and such which had been buried and had to be dug up, and so on. Not so ironically, your unpleasant mood made it best for you to spend more time processing the scene while Grissom and Greg did the talking to people. Unfortunately but predictably, the extended period of time spent in the heat you hated made you feel worse than ever.

Several shifts later, the case was solved. You were sitting on the guest's chair in Gil's office, waiting for him (and Greg) to return from the police station. You had your upper torso on the table, arms stretched out all the way to the opposite edge. You heard footsteps enter the room, but they were not Gil's. You did not know whose they were, but they were definitely not those of the man you loved. "I thought I'd find you here," Greg's voice said, making you turn around.

"Where's Gil?" You sounded a bit sad; you missed him.

"He's talking to Catherine, presumably about work," he dutifully told you, raising a fist and sticking his thumb in their general direction. He put his hand down. "How're you doing?" You plopped back down, exactly as you had been. That gave Greg all the answer he needed. "Grissom will be here soon," he reassured you. You nodded, your cheek rubbing against the desk. "You want my company til he comes?" You shook your head. "Okay. I hope you feel better soon." You gave a nod of thanks.

A little earlier:

Grissom and Greg walked through the doors of the laboratory, coming upon Catherine in the foyer; she was just heading out. Grissom called out, "Hey Catherine."

"Yeah?"

"Can I talk to you?"

Greg spoke up, "I'll go on ahead first. Bye Catherine."

"See ya." Greg made his way to his boss' office. "So, what do ya wanna talk about?" Gil looked around, then took Catherine's elbow and guided her to somewhere more secluded. He looked Catherine in the eyes, but still hesitated, nervously fidgeting his fingers against each other. "What is it, Gil? C'mon, you can tell me," she encouraged.

He swallowed, then finally said, "I need a favour."

Catherine raised an eyebrow; was that it? "S-ure," she said casually, shrugging.

"It involves Sam."

Mugs chuckled. "That's why you're so nervous; you're always on about me accepting favours from Sam, and now you want me to do it." She smiled and shrugged. "I don't mind. What d'you need?"

Grissom smiled a small smile of relief. "During our next shift, could Sam keep one of his pools open at three? Just for (y/n) and me. And uh," he looked away out of shyness, "no surveillance. There can be guards on the premises but...I'd prefer to be left alone." Catherine was impressed, to say the least; it was heartwarming that he was doing this for his wife. However, he was still saying, "Meaning no cameras, and the guards-"

Catherine laughed softly and raised her hands to stop him. "Gil, Gil, I get it." He closed his mouth. Knowing that he was still doubtful, she stated, "No humans or cameras on within viewing distance of the pool."

Finally, Gil gave a long, slow nod. "You'll have to cover that shift for me too."

"You're letting Sam do something for me and I get to play boss girl? You're sure you're not the one doing me a favour?" she chirped. Grissom gave a small smile and slightly dipped his head in thanks, then walked off.

Back to you:

The sound you were waiting for was heard. Soft, shy treads which you found endearing padded their way over to you. "Hey," he said lovingly, and you felt his hand on the part of your back that was flat immediately after that. You remained silent. "We'll take the next shift off, okay?"

That made you perk up - literally. Your head snapped up so you could look at him. " 'We' ? You'll be taking a shift off with me?"

He smiled fondly at you. "Yes. We can spend some time together."

You returned his smile. You stood up and hugged him, arms around his neck and face in his chest. This time, he fastened his arms around your waist. "Thank you," you whispered. His heart flipped, because that reminded him of his conversation with Catherine.

"Let's go home," he whispered, but before he let go of you, he quickly kissed you, knowing that you wanted it. The way you pressed your flushed face into his chest to hide it only made that clearer. He moved one hand to cradle your head, letting you calm down. He found it curious how you could still be bashful when he showed you affection in particular ways. But perhaps...he was similar. The both of you picked Hank up from the daycare, went home, ate, walked Hank, showered, and fell into a deep sleep.

#gil grissom x reader #gil grissom loving #gil grissom #billy petersen loving #billy petersen #william petersen #csi #c-v-c-e fic

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themaybewoman · 2 years

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Tagged by the lovely @foxesandmagic <3 Thank yeee, friendo!

Rules: •Post the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. •send me an ask with the title that intrigues you and I’ll post a little snippet or tell you something about it! •and tag as many people as you have wips.

Sooooo many folders to sorta through, whoops! Below are a mix of drabbles, one-shots, and multi-chap WIPS but to label them specifically would get much wordier than it's already turning out. Also! This is a great way to organise things in my head and prioritise (bc jeezus i really do need that). Feel free to interact through asks or DMs to ask questions about any of the following!!!

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Fandom AUs:

"Across State Lines" - Parks and Rec (oc)

"Adrian's Legacy" - MCU (oc)

"bc the parallels are too great" - Cobra Kai/Star Wars

"Circumstantial" - Psych/Lie To Me

"Cosmic Symphonies" - Arrowverse

"Denney Canon-Integration and/or Soulmate AU musings" - Scrubs

"Doctorhood" - Psych

"Encyclopedia Shawn" - Psych

"FFH Tony Rewrite" - MCU

"Go Big or Go Home | Shawn/Peter/Tony | genius brunettes AU" - Psych/Fringe/MCU

"In Need of a War" - Doctor Who (oc)

"Infiltrated" - MCU

"Locked Up" - MCU (oc)

"Meta-Kids" - Arrowverse

"mobsters + hospitals + Eo/Ana + Mel" - Arrowverse

"Orphan Triple Cherries oops" - Parks and Rec (oc)

"pub hopping & screenshot" - Ted Lasso

"rainbow road" - Psych

"Self-Reliance" - Psych/DCAU

"Shawn in the Arrowverse" - Psych/Arrowverse

"Shules coffee shop skiej!nnn!!!!" - Psych

"The Reinvention" - Cobra Kai

"Triple Trouble and Space Woes | Knope-Wyatt Triplets" - Parks and Rec/Lost in Space (oc)

"xmen apocalypse genderbent!scott rewrite" - X-Men (duh :P)

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Canon-Compliant Fandom Stories:

"50 Ways to Leave Your Father" - Psych

"A Very Spidey Christmas" - MCU (post-No Way Home)

"All The Way Home" - MCU (also post-No Way Home)

"Colin/Isaac combine their fam xmas visits together, the more the merrier, eh?" - Ted Lasso

"Conforth and Lassiter" - Psych

"dancing 'round the ambiguity" - Psych

"divorce impending nooooo not really" - Psych

"endgame takes longer" - MCU (oc)

"Family Matters" - Psych

"hungry hungry speedsters" - Arrowverse

"Jake + Rosa's Academy Days" - B99

"Mr. Yin Presents the Aftermath!" - Psych

"Shawn's House of Memories" - Psych

"shawn preseries whump - on the lam" - Psych

"The Only Thing You Know" - Arrowverse

"The Worst Mistake" - MCU

"Want It to be like ~Messy~" - Arrowverse

"Wonderland" - Arrowverse

"worried" - MCU

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Original Stories:

"Bitter Ends" (main piece to companion "Deja Vu")

"Follow Through"

"past the moon - rework to plausibility"

"Six Years in the Making"

"werewolf mania"

"zombie world - too many zombie fandoms i need to pick one"

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There you have it! A lot of my current WIP document titles lmaooo. Not seen are the WIPS where I only have a title for and a vague idea of what to include. If I added those, the list would never end. Hope this gives you a kick of enjoyment on a fine, dandy Sunday! And remember, you're welcome to send asks or dms asking about any one of them! (I'd love to ramble my heart out)

Tagging: @karenvvick @someonefantastic @reggiemantleholdmyhand-tle @bluejay-in-flight @eddysocs @roadlesstraveledby and anyone else who wants to do this bc i'd end up tagging everyone on this site if I "tagged as many people as I have wips" like the rules state lmao

#tag games #wips #writing #lilly's writing #look at all my wips #when will i have the time to write all of them???#aaaahhhhhhakjlfhgkaljhfgkjlhfakl #foxesandmagic

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maybe-your-left · 4 years

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BITCH YOU KNOW IM GONNA ASK FOR SOME MORE ABOUT COLLEGE KYLO. I ALREADY CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT IT. thank you. I love you.

Claire… Claire Claire Claire. thank you. I feel as though we get each other, almost a hive mind of sorts. College Kylo is the hottest thing ever, he’s a feral bad boy with a cock….that does not fucking quit. It's CANON. Let us muse over him…

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Chemistry lab is honestly the worst, nothing makes sense and you’ve already taken it twice. So you should actually be a master at it, but nooooo. You can’t focus in the lab, not one fucking bit because your beautiful, lovely and utterly fuckable boyfriend is in it with you and he does NOT keep his hands to himself.

Today was no different, your lab instructor told the class that today you were to work on your end of the year presentation with your partner. Which should be fine, because you and Kylo definitely hadn’t been prepping for it. Every time you tried the both of you would end up throwing your clothes off and Kylo would be balls deep inside any hole he could get to. However, today you were to work on it in the library, lots of space for the two of you to actually work on the project. Once the instructor gave you all the good to go, you flashed a smile at Kylo. Grabbing your bag and his hand to make it to the library.

“What’s our project again?” Kylo groaned. He had spent the past 10 minutes trying to stick his hand down your pants, and now he was pouting because you kept ripping it away. He had his head banging on the table, trying to keep you from focusing. “Baby please stop that,” you sighed, rubbing your face with your hands, “I think we are doing it on the properties of slime?”

“Slime?” he whined.

“I don’t know!” You leaned back in your chair, pulling your hair up into a bun, “I never wrote it down, but I’m like 90% sure that's what it was.”

Kylo sat up, a red mark on his forehead from the table, “Where do we get slime?”

You rolled your eyes, scrolling on your laptop for useless information on the children's toy, “I’m not getting you slime, I know you’ll get it in your hair.”

Kylo scoffed, standing up from his chair and pacing the table. His hands flexing in and out of fists as he walked, he was irritated. You could feel it rolling off him in waves, the entire library could hear his angered breathing. He rounded the table, placing both hands on the back of your chair, “Can we take a break?”

You leaned your head back, laying it on his stomach, “Kylo we haven't even started.”

“But I’m bored,” Kylo growled, “And we haven’t had sex today and I’m done waiting.”

You scrunched up your forehead, opening your mouth to debate back to him. But you were cut off, Kylo’s hands hooking under your armpits and swiftly picking you up and hoisting you over his shoulder. He strode across the library, surveying as he stalked. Kylo kicked open a doorway, dropping you on the tile. “Ow,” you whined, attempting to get off your ass. Kylo’s head snapped up at your movement, “Stay right there, or else.”

“Okay,” you whispered, his eyes not leaving yours as he walked down the row of public toilets. You glanced around, realizing that Kylo had brought you into the men’s bathroom of the library. Leaning down to the floor, careful to not touch it with your cheek, you peeked down the stalls. There was no one inside which was a good thing. Kylo came back around the corner, his big hands already unzipping his jeans. He stared at you as he fished out his cock, eyes black with lust. His cock sprung out, hard and angry. Veins pulsing around the shaft and beads of precum leaking from the tip. He brought it to your lips, rubbing the head across your lips, “Come on baby, I know you want it.”

You took in a breath, eyes flickering between his cock and his face. You really wanted to suck it, it had been too long since you had fucked, but this was a bathroom. “Kylo…” you sighed, “Anyone could come in here…”

“I know.”

You gestured to the room, not understanding what he wanted. Crossing your arms as you glared at him. Kylo let out a sigh, “Fine,” he dropped his cock, kneeling down in front of you, “Be a brat.”

His hands shot out, grabbing your ankles and lifting you from the floor upside down. He pinned you to his body, hand snaking down to yank your leggings towards his face. “Kylo what the fuck,” you squealed. Legs attempting to kick him, but he had a tight grip on you, he continued to pull at your leggings. Ripping them off your right leg along with your underwear, he switched arms. Freeing his other arm so he could yank the rest off the left leg. Once he finished he set you back on the floor, hands now going for your shirt. You scrambled to your feet, “Baby what the hell,” you giggled. Kylo just smiled at you, moving forward with every backwards step. “You need to be quiet, anyone could hear you.”

He had backed you up to the sinks, your bare ass hitting the cool countertops. You gripped the edge, starting at Kylo who was now jerking his cock, eyes devouring your exposed pussy. Kylo closed his eyes, fisting himself harder and letting out soft moans. You couldn’t take it anymore, walking towards him and dropping to your knees, you swatted his hands away. Wrapping your lips around his cock, Kylo groaned above you. Hands threading into your hair, hips slowly thrusting into your warm mouth. You closed your eyes, dropping your jaw open the best you could. Glancing up at Kylo, his eyes were shut, his mouth agape. You tried to get as much as you could down your throat, slobbering up and down his shaft, hands working to free his aching balls from his jeans.

Kylo's head whipped down, yanking your head off of him. “I think I’m wet enough now,” he lifted you up, knees slotting in his elbows. Kylo looked down between you two, your pussy open for him to see. You had become painfully wet after sucking him off, snaking a hand down to his cock and lining his tip up with your core. He pulled you almost flush with his chest, slightly pushing inside you. Kylo had you in a death grip, his arms hooking under your knees and wrapping around your back. Long enough to trail your spine and grip onto the back of your shoulders. He leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on your lips before whispering, “You better not scream baby.”

Your lips parted and suddenly Kylo shoved you down on his cock. Hard. Your pussy spread onto his thick cock, you let out a wail. Unprepared for his forceful thrusts, Kylo didn’t let you rest, his hips pulling out and immediately shoving back in. His grip on your shoulders allowing him to fuck into you hard and fast. You wrapped your arms around his neck, attempting to anchor yourself, but it was no use. Kylo was going too hard, cock tearing through you at each bounce. You poor pussy was squelching out wetness, the bathroom filling with his heavy pants and your shameless moans.

“You need to shut your whore mouth,” Kylo growled, cock still thrusting at a punishing pace.

You moaned, “I can’t-FUCK-please,” you brought in a deep breath trying to still Kylo by pressing on his shoulders, “You-you neEED-FUCK.” Another loud scream tore from your throat, he wasn’t letting up, pumping harder and harder every time. Kylo brought his lips to your neck licking and sucking on the sensitive flesh as he spread you. “Sloow, slowerrr please,” you managed to squeak out.

Kylo pulled off your neck, a smirk on his face. “I can’t ,” he grunted, “Your pussy feels too good. Fucking cum on me, please princess.”

He thrusted into you harder, your head lolling back. Body fully submitting to his movements, there was nothing else you wanted to do in the world, cumming on him was the only thing you wanted. “Rub your fuckin’ clit princess,” he growled, “Wanna feel you squeezing my cock.” Kylo sunk his teeth into your shoulder, earning another squeal. You snaked your hand down, rubbing furiously on your clit, each circle jolting your pussy. Clenching around Kylo's cock over and over, you were so close to cumming, each push into your cunt brought you closer and closer.

Kylo's' lips left your shoulder leaning his forehead against your temple, “Cum, cum for me.”

Your eyes squeezed shut, succumbing to the pleasure. Pussy clenching around him as you came. Barely taking in any breaths as your moaned into the air, Kylo had stilled inside you, breathing heavily into your ear. You felt him stop inside you, waiting for his cum to fill you, but it never happened. Raising your head, you saw Kylo was grinning at something behind you. You followed his gaze, landing on a poor shaking boy who had walked into the bathroom while you had cum on Kylo.

The guy's eyes were blown wide, darting between Kylo's predatory smile and your flushed face. Kylo cleared his throat, gathering his attention, “What’s wrong little man? Never seen a woman cum before?”

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*cough cough*

well im hard as hell.

thank you sweet baby bird, i love you.

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chickensarentcheap · 3 years

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2, 4, 9, 26 and 22! :)

2) Why do you write fan fiction?

I honestly have no idea why I do it. lol. All kidding aside, I guess I do it because I like to expand on the original character, especially when they deserve so much better. I like making an OC and somehow weaving them into canon situations or situations revolving around canon. I like just playing around with the original characters mostly. And it gives me an escape. Original fiction is great. But there's something much more enjoyable about taking this character that's already established and doing so much better for them. Even if you're the only one who thinks so lol.

4) Writers who take the piss a lot and don't let get them down are the ones who inspire me to keep going. i've been taking the piss A LOT over the past few months especially, and all it's doing breaking me down and making me want to quit. I mean, you can only take so much bullshit directed at your writing, your characters. People coming into your inbox and 'oh this person's story is soooo much better' or 'this person is saying this about you'. It gets to be a bit much. So the writers who get the same and just keep going inspire me. I wish I was at the stage they are.

9) Tyler Rake. OMG. I mean, I could write him easily if I went totally off the reservation with him and made him nothing but a cold blooded killer and sadist. That would have been gravy. Piece of cake, right? But nooooo. I had to give him a wife and kids, for some stupid ass reason. We only got a glimpse of his vulnerability and his humanity in the movie, but damn it I was going to expand on that and I wasn't going to sugar coat his issues at the same time LOL. I regret my decision A LOT lol. I get messages all the time about writing him 'wrong' because he ISN'T just a cold blooded killer. I guess they never really watched the movie. So I'm constantly second guessing now every sentence I write with him. UGHHHHHH. On top of it, Chris did an interview on how proud he was in how portrayed Tyler and his humanity. Thanks Chris. Now I really do have to concentrate on that shit. LOL

22) Oh Lord...I have a handful of Tyler and Esme playlists I rely on lol. I have to be listening to music when I write. It really gets the muse going, for some reason.

26) I would love to write a script. But I know I wouldn't be able to pull it off

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piraticalarchive · 3 years

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Oh, god, where do I start? I don't even remember who followed who first at this point, tbqh. I just know it's when I first had Cora. We have literally been mutuals for ages and I can't remember tumblr life without you. And I wouldn't want to. You make me love a character that (at least in OUAT canon) I couldn't stand and bring him to life in a way Adam and Eddy and even, I'm sure, even though I've never read the novel,, Barrie himself couldn't. Simply put? I'm here because I love you.

why’d you follow and what made you stay ??

krystal !! I can’t remember how we fell into each other’s lives either but I’m pretty sure I found you through a mutual. Maybe Dani?? Either way I loved you and your muses from the first moment I saw you on my dash and I have never regretted following you for a single moment. You went on hiatus a while back and I was like ohhh nooooo ( though i totally support your very valid reasons) but now you’re back on the dash and in my life and I’m so glad. HOOK AND CORA - one of my favorite dynamics and you have given it to me time and time again in the most glorious way possible. We both know Hook in OUAT was a joke but !! Hook and Cora was such a blast when we interacted. I admire your ability to paint your muses in grace and dignity while giving them all the badass razor edge of strength in them is so amazing. I adore you and all of your muses and I am so glad you’ve stayed around despite my complete mess of a blog. You are someone I consider a true friend and though we may not talk all the time, please know I’m always standing there cheering you on. I will be there whenever you need me - to help you through the valleys and to pop champagne bottles with you in the peak of your triumphs. You are such an amazing and talented and all around amazing person. Please never forget that.

#save ;#i love you sm #i don't even know what tumblr would be like without you #and frankly i dont want to #ofhumanvoice

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thestrongestmagic · 4 years

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8, 9, and 11 for the multimuse meme, please :)

@mendacia-dulcia

8: What is each of your muses otps? notps?

Bella - OTP is Bellamort and Cissatrix, I can’t see this depraved little bitch giving her love to anyone else (maybe Rod). NOTP is Bellamione, nooooo! Any ship involving a muggle born witch or wizard, Bella is the worst blood supremacist, she never would.

Dora - OTP is Remadora, that goes without saying. NOTP would be anything romantic or sexual with ANY family member. I know it’s a bit of an oxymoron considering Bella and Cissa’s thing together but Dora is not that type of person.

Cissa - OTP’s are Lucissa and Cissa and Severus. This blog does have Cissatrix content but it’s primarily driven by Bella, primarily. NOTP’s, any ship involving a muggle born witch or wizard, much the same as Bella but less aggressive about it.

Molly - Her and Arthur goes without saying, they are golden and beautiful and precious for OTP. In terms of NOTP, pretty much anyone else! I just cannot see her with anyone else.

9: Why were you drawn to each one of your characters?

I was drawn to Bella because she’s a nutcase as am I... I joke, or do I?

No but in all seriousness, Bella is an interesting character because writing her is really plumbing the depths of deprivation and seeing the worst of humanity. I like my dark characters because I like the opportunity to fully explore them and Bella has a small part of her that is more human and has the capacity to love and I’m interested to see that.

I was drawn to Dora because she’s such a bright, bubbly character and, when I was younger she was the character that I empathised the most with, the character that I thought I was most like. I wanted to bring Dora back for that very reason.

I was drawn to Narcissa because we know so little about her and yet she is such a strong character and strong willed woman and I was keen to explore her thoughts and feelings on certain situations and circumstances.

As for Molly, well, we do have the same birthday (not the year obviously) but she is such a lovely, mothering soul and I feel that she is a very strong woman too and that she is putting on this face every time and no one really knows how she’s breaking inside.

11: Is there another muse you’ve been thinking of adding or writing for? who?

If you’d asked me this about a week and a half ago then I’d have said Dora but I’ve brought her on so it’s all good! At this moment in time, no. I am keen that this blog remains strong, empowered women canon to the harry potter universe but I don’t feel anyone else rattling around in the brain.

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flaxgolden · 4 years

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grcpefruitsky xoxo

Send me your URL and I’ll tell you

MY OPINION ON;

Character in general: I haven’t gotten to know a lot of their muses, but I do know Harvey is a v good boye and Abby was my first romance pick in the game so !How they play them: the ocs are played perfectly, 100% true to character c; From the little snippets I’ve seen of the canon ones, she plays them real good! The Mun: i don’t know her that well yet but! i enjoy the chat shenanigans that have gone down

DO I:

RP with them: not yet!Want to RP with them: yeeeeee! no i haven’t been gazing longingly at ur icon trying to gather the courage to message u nooooo of course not

WHAT IS MY;

Overall Opinion: u got them ~good vibes~. 11/10 would develop a tumblr crush for u again

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty

#ooc #roachie answers #grcpefruitsky

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starsmuserainbow · 5 years

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1-5 for the Munday Fun meme!

Munday Fun!

Thank you for sending some! :D

1. What is the first roleplay that you can remember doing? Were you nervous about what your RP partner might think?

I’m going with the RPs on here, since the stuff I did before it with friends aren’t really something I’d count. I’m pretty sure there were one or two minor ones before, but, the first RP that I can actually well remember was with @nvertoolate! I’m (and was) so glad that we met back then, and I don’t know if I would have kept going without our interactions. I sure was nervous, but I still always am when I start RPs (with new people), so I think that’s only normal.

2. Who was your first muse? Were they an OC or a Canon Character? Did they belong to a fandom?

Again only counting here, then it would be Starfire. Canon, and belongs to Teen Titans. Though maybe I should say ‘canon divergent’ or something, since I altered her background story somewhat? But anyway, I’ll still consider her canon and not that divergent stuff since I’d never know quite when to call it that or not.

(If we count the earlier things with friends, I think the first thing I did was Hermione from Harry Potter)

3. Have you ever made and roleplayed an OC?

With strangers, no. With a friend (my best/only friend who I only know from online and so far haven’t met in RL yet - we soon know one another for 10 years and I hope I can somehow get us to meet then), a few OCs, yes, and so yes, I did make some. I actually worked on blogs for if I would RP these OCs too, but I never actually started stuff on them and on the third of the three I think I didn’t even finish the pages and all that. These blogs still exist, but I never used them for anything. I kinda feel bad for keeping the URLs without actually using them for something.And technically, I sometimes worry if I should see Wildfire as an OC of sorts since I made all about him up and I feel insecure about calling him who he is supposed to be. So if we do count him more as OC than canon, he would be an OC I roleplayed as. But calling him OC also feels wrong, so yeah, probably no.

4. Have you ever roleplayed a canon character?

Nooooo, never, and I’m totally not doing it on the blog that I’m answering this one!

Sarcasm aside; yes, I did, and I still do!

5. What muse do you like the best (other than any of yours)?

I don’t quite know if I understand the question right, it is about which muse of others I like best, right?Best is a really hard thing to choose, and I don’t think I have one “best one”, more like a batch of favourites that all take first place. I think I’m gonna choose non-TT here, since I love any and all TT-characters that I get a chance to interact with anyway and including them would make the list just way too long.So, hnn, best one... please be aware that this is not a best one, I need to repeat that again. But to name one of the group of my favourite muses to interact with (or to see), I’ll choose Clementine of @sewn-cutie! I really really enjoy her, she’s such a sweet and fun character (and I love the cute and sweet aesthetic too), and yeah, what else can I say? Definitely one of my favourites to see around!

#✫ Tamaran to Earth ✫ | Answered #✫ Out of Clurblopf ✫ | OOC #actually tagging the people here already was such a heavy task to fight myself for #nxtamonster

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