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[squirrel-fund]

A.U.gust 2023 • Day 9 • College

A huge thank you to @gallavichthings for hosting!! 🧡

[This started out as just a graphic of Mickey's door, and then this happened...]

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"Excuse me. Could you tell me where to find-"

"Do you know-"

"Would you mind help-"

Ian freezes among the sea of college students that pass by, ignoring him as if he were invisible.

Why didn't he take the advice of his older siblings and gotten here earlier? Now, he could feel anxiety pooling in his chest as fear sped up his heart rate. His first day at college and he's already fucking up. Damn, what if Frank had been right? What if he was just a mistake, a waste of space.

"Hey, you okay?"

Ian focuses on the female voice in front of him. Finally, someone willing to help him.

"I think... I'm fucking lost."

"Here on campus, in life, or both?"

He lets out a relived laugh. "Definitely both."

"Okay." The girl repositions her bookbag on her left shoulder and grins at him. "We'll tackle one thing at a time. Can't find your dorm?"

"Am I that obvious?"

"You look scared to death." She laughs before softly punching him in the shoulder. "Come on, I know someone who can help. I'm Mandy, by the way."

Ian can't help the relieved smile that blooms across his face as he follows his new savior across campus. "Nice to meet you, Mandy. I'm Ian."

<><><>

"So, Ian... you single?"

"Oh, uhm... well, kinda."

"Kinda? What the hell does that mean?"

This was the moment that Ian had obsessed about. To be out and proud on campus or be okay with hushed hookups in some random closet. To gay or not to gay was the question he desperately needed to decide an answer to. So, why not give it a shot with a helpful stranger.

"I'm single. My... my ex... we broke up after graduation. He said he didn't want to be tied down."

Mandy snorts at his answer. "Well, your ex is dumb as shit. You definitely won't be single for long, trust me."

That was it. No judgmental frown, no shocked reaction. Ian just knows, right then and there that Mandy, whatever her last name is, will officially become his favorite person on campus.

At least for now.

As they continue through the halls, Ian starts to notice that the overly cheerful bulletin boards that introduce RAs to the students around them and encourage that friendship is indeed magic, have suddenly gone barren.

No bright colors, no badly drawn, well-known characters from television and movies. Just printed notices that announce floor meetings, things for sell, and other blunt, to the point directions. Ian has to chuckle when such a notice catches his eye. It reads: "GO TO FUCKING CLASS!"

Nudging Mandy in the side, he points at the sign so she too can enjoy the ridiculous words that are trying, and probably failing, to be motivational.

But instead of laughter, all she does is roll her eyes. "I know. He's so fucking stupid. I swear if he gets kicked outta the RA program I'll kill him myself."

And Ian needs to ask the obvious question. Who the hell is 'he'? But before the question can even land on his tongue, Mandy is pounding on a door.

"Open up, dickbreath! Need your help."

She jiggles the doorknob, but it's apparently locked. Dickbreath must not be in, but Ian can see a note taped to the door that has an emergency number written on it.

"Maybe we should call the emergency number?"

Mandy pauses her assault on the door and raises an eyebrow at him. "What emergency number?"

Another glance towards the piece of paper and Ian can see that the number isn't a number at all. It's a word written middle finger to those on their side of the door.

With a shake of her head, Mandy goes right back to pissing the occupant off. She just keeps pounding on the door, making threats to whoever lives inside, while other residents start peeping their heads out into the hall, clearly interested in the disturbance but not enough to take action.

One audience member must know her, though. "Just fucking text him, Mandy, fuck! Some of us are trying to study. I mean-"

And it's during this rant that the door swings open and the hottest, angriest guy that Ian has ever fucking seen steps out into the hallway and instantly yells at the guy.

"Fuck off, James! You're a general education major. The fuck are you studying? Two plus two? Spoiler... it's fucking four."

It shuts the guy up instantly. Well, that and the laughter from his fellow peers.

But dickbreath isn't done with him.

"Why don't you go write a letter home to your mommy? Tell her you're still a virgin. Bet she'd be proud."

Ian can practically feel the anger radiating off of James when he slams the door closed. The rest of the students return to their rooms and Ian hears Mandy's brother clear his throat.

"Who the hell is this?"

"Ian. He's lost."

"No shit. He's with you."

She scoffs, crossing her arms and hitting him with a glare. "He needs help with finding his dorm room."

Dickbreath, or whoever, leans against the doorframe. "And? Take him to student services. S'not my job to play tour guide."

"Actually, it is. You're a resident advisor, Mick, so maybe you should, ya know... 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘦 him where to go."

Ian senses tension. He hates tension. So, he trys to smooth things over. "It's cool. Nick is right. I should have-"

"It's Mick." Dickbreath... uhm, Mick says, sounding out the letter M like he's talking to a toddler. "Like milk, mad, money... and call me Mickey."

Mandy giggles. "Like the m-mm-mouse."

"Shut the fuck up."

Apparently, she's used to this because she just sticks her tongue out at him and pulls her phone out.

"Oh, shit, I gotta go. I'm late for class-"

"The fuck you are."

"-and the professor is a real bitch-"

"You should love her then."

"-so, anyway, yeah. Ian, Mickey. Mickey, Ian. Have fun!"

And just like that, she's gone.

<><><>

Mickey eyes Ian. Jesus, this dude's tall. He should be in a damn centerfold, not here, outside Mickey's room, looking like a fucking wet dream. And goddammit, he's gorgeous. Red hair, green eyes, freckles fucking everywhere. He's always been a sucker for freckles. They just demand attention. Quickly, he imagines them together, talking about absolutely nothing, a storm rolls in while Mickey traces those tiny specks with his fingertips.

Shit. Mickey needs to get laid real fucking soon because, he thinks, he just might need to kick his own ass for that thought.

"What building you in?"

Ian shrugs. "I don't know."

And that's annoying, but, "alright, what's your room number?"

"I don't... I didn't get that information."

Mickey grabs his hoodie off the inside hook beside his door and shrugs it on, closing it behind him. "That's weird. They usually give you that shit in orientation."

Ian doesn't say anything and Mickey takes a minute to assess this situation. New student, lost as fuck, track pants, backwards hat, duffle bag-

"Which you didn't go to because they scheduled your practice at the same time, didn't they?"

Ian's eyes go almost comically wide. "Yes! Why do they do that?"

Mickey shrugs, pushing through the emergency exit open in a way that doesn't trip the alarm, a skill mastered after weeks of running late for class. "Because they own you now. Scholarship?"

"How did you know?"

"Ain't my first year, Red. Plus, I'm supposed to be 'friendly' and 'relatable' as a chosen RA. I know how to spot fresh meat. Plus... you're dressed like a fucking billboard for both Under Armor and this school. No one does that unless they're throwin' money at them."

"Right. Makes sense."

Mickey nods. Of course it does. It's then that he realizes they're walking without a destination, and really, that's unacceptable. "So, do you know anything about where you might be staying?"

Ian stops walking, dropping his duffle bag to the ground before taking a knee and rummaging through it. And Mickey absolutely DOES NOT think of Ian on his knees for any other reason.

"Ah! Here! It says my resident advisor is Paula? Uhm... yeah, Paula Bitterman."

"Fuck off. Paula?"

"You know her?"

Yeah, Mickey fucking knows her alright.

"Listen man, I'm supposed to make you feel comfortable in your 'transition to educational success' but that bitch is fucking nuts. One dude, last year, apparently played his music too loud for her taste and to teach him a lesson she tied him to a chair, smeared raw ground beef on his body, and threatened him with a big ass German Shepard. Guy had nightmares for weeks."

Mickey doesn't need to add that the guy in that story had been him.

Ian groans with this new information. "Great. That's all I need on top of everything else. A psycho RA!"

And he feels bad. Mickey knows how much pressure new students are under, add in being on a scholarship and then top that with Paula Bitterman? Anyone would crumble under that.

Ian shouldn't have to though.

Mickey knew as soon as Mandy showed up at his door with Ian what his matchmaking bitch of a sister was doing. And even though he didn't seem to, he does appreciate her efforts.

But, he wanted to play this slow. That's why his ass is single 𝘯𝘰𝘸. He moved too fast. Got too comfortable and went and caught feelings for someone who did not feel the same.

And ever since then, for the past six months, Mandy has paraded every gay guy she meets across Mickey's path. Yet, none of them have interested him. Just a gray blend of guys who could be mistaken for anyone else.

But there's something different about Ian. From the moment that Mickey saw him in the hallway, he can tell this motherfucker clings to the shit he cares about.

Mickey sorta wants that someday.

So, fuck it. Here goes.

"You could... I don't know... I mean, if you wanted to..."

"If I wanted to what?"

Spit it out, Milkovich!

"You should sleep with me."

That was not what Mickey's brain had wanted to say.

"I mean... not together, obviously..."

Ian scrunches up his face, sarcasm extremely evident. "Obviously? You mean, you don't want to sleep with me?"

Mickey sighs. "What I 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 is that there's an open room on my floor this semester. I could probably pull a few strings. Get you moved."

"Really? You'd do that?"

"Sure, why not? You're a better option than whatever dumbass this place chooses for me."

Mickey knows he needs to try harder.

<><><>

Three weeks into the semester and Ian is obsessed with Mickey.

How could he not be?

Not only did Mickey get Ian moved to his building but he also, somehow, got him a card for the cafeteria to get free food. He had said it was because of Ian's "fucked up schedule" making it nearly impossible to grab a bite on days he has practice.

But, Ian likes to believe it's more than that.

Because Mickey comes to his games, he texts him at night to complain about James and his "bitchy attitude", he sends him funny memes before Ian has to run across campus to the two classes he absolutely dispises, and on the rare days when Ian comes in way too late from practice, muscles aching, exhausted beyond measure, Mickey always has some type of food waiting for him.

Yet, Ian doesn't say anything. He knows Mickey is gay. That's not the problem.

The problem is that Mickey is a RA. And, technically, all these gestures that he makes for Ian fall under the umbrella of a helpful RA. Through his rough, sorry not sorry, attitude, Mickey is a great RA and he actually gives a shit about his residents, even James.

So, yeah, Ian stays quiet about his infatuation for his RA.

Or, at least he does until October, when he's interrupted from his studying by a familiar, obnoxious banging on his door.

He yells out that it's open and just who he expects steps into his room.

"Hey, Mands. What's up?"

She kicks the door shut and glares at him. Ian feels a fear he's never experienced before slide down his back. "What-"

"Are you retarded?"

"Excuse me?"

"Are. You. Retarded?"

Honestly, Ian's a bit offended. "No."

Mandy crosses her arms and nods. "Then are you blind?"

Alright. That's it.

"Okay, Mandy. I don't know what your deal is but-"

"𝘔𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭!?" She practically screeches in his face. "My 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭 is 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. My brother likes you. He does all of these things for you to prove it and show he's interested, and yet I find out that you're going on a date with some meat head from my chemistry lab this Halloween? What the hell, Ian?"

"Mickey? Hold on, Mickey likes me?"

"Yes! God, you are 𝘴𝘰 dumb!"

Ian agrees, perhaps he is. "I just thought he was doing all that stuff because he's my RA."

Mandy scoffs, but her posture softens. "My brother half-asses his RA responsibilities just enough so they won't pull it from him." She sits down next to Ian on his bed. "Feelings are hard for him. Whenever he experiences them or voices them, all he gets is disappointment. His ex, his so-called best friend from high school... our father..."

Ian stays quiet. He doesn't know much about Mandy and Mickey's dad but he knows enough to shut his mouth.

It's a solid minute and a half before she continues. "He deserves to have someone be kind to him for once. To love and to be loved in return. Doesn't everyone deserve that? At least once in this shitty life?"

He nods, because, yeah, everyone does deserve that. And Ian knows that let down. He knows how it feels, he knows how it tastes. How it can stew within you and ruin every good thing you come across.

"Yeah, of course."

"You remember back when we first met? When I asked you if you were single? If you had been in a relationship or straight, I would have taken you two floors down, where my boyfriend is a RA. Instead, I took your gay, single, lost puppy looking ass to my brother."

Ian doesn't know what to say to that. Imagine if his fear from that day had won out and he had never met Mickey? That thought alone physically pains him.

His cellphone lands in his lap. "Text him. Now. And cancel your other date. Halloween is Mickey's favorite holiday."

He just grins. "Yeah, I know."

As Mandy lets herself out, mumbling about how clueless men are, Ian opens up his and Mickey's message thread. He takes a deep breath and takes a leap. Hopeful he'll land safely in solid arms attached to tattooed knuckles.

He types:

"Are you free on Halloween?"

#not beta'd we die like Sammi should have #this has no plot #but I wrote it so #gallavich #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #mandy milkovich #college au #a.u.gust 2023 #auds writes #auds does canva #ficlet #less than 2500 words

[kaibaswifey]

I finished my ace4ace bkdk fic. Well, im calling it finished anyway.

#bkdk #bakudeku #auds writes #thats a tag now i guess

[chiropteracupola]

we need to double the length of the day so that I can have a second day every day just for doing art

#news from the cupola #and THEN maybe I'd get half the stuff I want to draw done! #there are. a very many stories I want to tell or if not that then at least draw the people. #I feel like I should do more brother eoin since people seem interested (and finish designing ketill and aud so he can have some company) #but also maybe if I actually Drew saro and rose I'd have more of a chance of finishing writing their story #and then also I would like to draw cata more often. #and yann because I realized today that I have folk music evidence for there being malouins in california in the mid nineteenth century #<- catastory runs on folk music evidence anyway. It's Cool. #and Also I got to visit my friend's african clawed frogs in the bio department today so I want to draw my frog guy. #Not Enough Hours In The Day!

[spaceratprodigy]

🖤 wycb — Deacon and Zeke 🖤

[deacon voice] I looove @oldworldwidgets worth a fair amount too >:3c

scene from wonderful you came by which you should absolutely go read btw!!

Commission Info | Ko-Fi | My Links

#sorry not sorry I'm legally obligated to annoy (affectionately) aud every chance I get <3 #and I've been in a very strong Must Draw Deacon Railroad mood lately #anyway go read wycb and go follow oldworldwidgets #my art #friend writing #fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 #deacon #deacon fallout 4 #deacon fo4 #zeke fallout 4 #zeke fo4 #atom cats

[brainrotgoverner]

HI it's me literally obsessed so

Not enough time to commit to the whole idea but here are Some Thoughts , should you wish to contribute

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First of all, this is SPECTACULAR I adore how much personality you gave all the Pokemons just by their poses XD

Second of all, my Pokemon AU is also giving me brainrot and I'm currently trying to make Chase's team XD this is NOT the last time you will hear from them <3

#also i might just write a fic #im a sucker for pokemon AUd #cinderella boy #submission #cinderella boy webtoon #chase hollow #buddy #mall goth

[bucksbisexualawakening]

how much money has the 118 cost the lafd from replacing ladder trucks?

#911 spoilers #spoilers in tags #the one that got blown up and landed on buck #the ladder that snapped before oceans 911 #the power pole in jinx probably did some damage #the door got ripped off the one in 4x14 #did the one that was stolen get scratched up? #the one they intentionally got the kid to crash into #(not the 118 but lena's crew's got flooded in the tsunami) #the ambo that crashes into the girl #how did i forget the one that gets blown up in 2x01? #does the truck do over the cliff in 5x18? if so that defs a write-off #i probably forgot one but from what I googled one new ladder truck costs about 1million USD ($1 431 936 AUD) #and an ambo is between $120 000 and $325 000 USD ($171 870 to $465 481.25 AUD) #so thats.. *does maths poorly realises my calculator is dead and then gives up cause i hate maths*..... a lot #dont come for me if those figures are wrong i spent almost no time looking it up #911 show #911 fox #wee woo show

[ghostpressure]

trying to be more intentional about auds silhouette. started with the thick thighed ones in the middle but pivoted to something less cute/round that works in more of the motifs (:

#brief stint in animation school aside ive only really developed characters through writing #next should be nailing down her face but. i shan’t be doing that no #mine #aud #oc

[spaghett-onaplate]

it's literally not a good idea in any way shape or form but I want to get a second job in fast food

#it's not a good idea bc the wages are GARBAGE compared to retail #Macca's base rate for my age is less than half my sunday rate #and they don't get much beyond the base rate #whereas retail we have an incredible base rate AND more weekdays past 6pm and weekends (sat is the same as mon-fri 6pm #and sunday is significantly more) #and like yeah im not getting many shifts but if i were to ask for more I still wouldn't be able to work more than 4 hour shifts til july #bc my retail corporation is surprisingly ethical and extends the age limits by a lot #whereas my friend has a 7.5 half hour shift tomorrow AFTER school. on a week night 😁 #which is actually horrifying and should nawwt be legal. thats school 9-3 (+20 min) then work 4-11:30 btw #like i should just wait til my birthday in july n ask for more shifts in retail but i want to try fast food #even though the pay is incredibly ridiculously bad (<10 AUD) (yes our adult minimum wage is a good ~23 but under 21 is a percentage of that #like the pay is so bad so i would earn the same or more doing wayy less hours than retail #but i kinda want to get the fast food experience bc it'll be more difficult to get hired as i age #bc i want to save up 20k for top surgery but at the rate im going it'll be difficult to have even thay #let alone savings after top surgery or money to get a car before #and as school gets more difficult it'll be harder to work more #so maybe i should just grind for a few months or til the end of the year then go back to retail exclusively? #and enjoy higher pay and some longer shifts? #but idkkk it's just such a dilemma bc i want more shifts than I'll get at retail but fast food pays so little #but i also really want the experience and to just try it out #im gonna. idk im gonna sit on it for a bit bc i want to get my legal name change sorted before i apply to any second jobs and that will #take a while #so i shall consider. draw up a timetable. write a pros and cons list #yes that sounds like a solid plan #whoop typo but im on mobile i meant 'wayy less hours IN retail'

[gxrlcinema]

Ok one more cause I like to torture myself 🙃

dear maria, count me in | 🖋

stucky + "I'd do anything for you / kill anyone for you / So leave yourself intact / cause I won't be coming back" (wake up by coheed & cambria)

😭👍

anything for you

tw: depictions of injury, implied torture, vaguely implied homophobia

Bucky knew how this would play out as soon as the three of you woke up in the concrete room, with all of your respective hands chained behind your backs. He knew Steve would be all bravado and protecting the innocent, telling them to eat shit with only his winning all-American smile. He knew you’d be quiet, would keep the fear off your face but not quite manage to hide the tremor from your jaw. 

He knew who’d taken you all and what they wanted. He knew they’d target you, the only one without a super serum. He knew it’d make him and Steve go crazy. 

He knew it’d end like this.

“How far you’ve fallen in just a few years, Soldat,” the asshole who’d taken you all says. 

He’s new; not one of the old handlers or agents from the HYDRA days, just some new prick who thinks he can take Bucky’s body and mind like a toddler grabbing a toy from someone else’s hands.

(Bucky thinks that’s the part that will kill him, sometimes. That they don’t even see it as taking his humanity anymore, just snatching Captain America’s favorite toy.)

“Once so strong you could take down the most powerful men in the world. Now, too weak to save your lover from me.”

The sicko takes your chin in between his grimy fingers, twisting your head so you’re looking at Bucky. There are tears in your eyes, blood on your arms and thighs. Your eyes are half open and still so full of terror that Bucky thinks it might kill him.

The chains around Steve’s wrists rattle. A distraction tactic. Bless Steve’s heart, he’s been trying that trick to get their attention away from you the whole time. He’s been beaten too, the evidence of a skull-shattering blow now barely a bruise on his temple. 

Evil villain man smirks and stalks over to the former Captain America. “And your best friend too, Soldat. How could you just sit there and watch as your brother in arms is beaten?”

“Just to be clear,” Bucky spits, “he’s my lover too.”

Villain man seems to be genuinely taken aback. He looks down at Steve. Steve smiles, still just as charming as it was hours ago. Bucky tries not to wince at the blood on his teeth. 

“Are you really going to let-” villain cuts another look at Steve “-both your lovers suffer, Soldat?”

And there it is. The offer of relative safety for the two most important people in Bucky’s life. In exchange for the most horrific, vile, humiliating things this guy wants out of Bucky.

“What’s your offer?” Bucky asks, just trying to get this over with. He resolutely ignores the stiffening of Steve’s posture, the sharp intake of your breath. 

“You serve me as the Winter Soldier.” The man says. Well, at least he cuts to the chase. “I know the Wakandans have removed your override commands, but you can still give your service. In exchange, Captain Rogers and your lady friend are treated well and kept alive.”

“I have a name, asshole,” you mutter. 

Steve thrashes against his chains. “Don’t do it Buck.”

“No deal,” Bucky says, sending you and Steve a quick “shut up” look. His gut swoops with guilt when the two of you sag with relief.  “I give in, they both walk.”

Steve’s thrashing starts again. Your head snaps up, wide eyes trained on Bucky. 

“Ah,” Villain sucks on his teeth, “I can not do that, Soldat. I need some sort of insurance that you won’t just run away. You understand, of course.”

A sarcastic smile stretches Bucky’s lips. “Of course.”

He takes a breath, looks at both his partners. They wear matching expressions of fear, of worry. He drops his head, shuts his eyes. Then snaps back up.

“Y/n walks. That’s non-negotiable.” 

You shake your head, a faint whisper of “Bucky no” falling from your cracked lips. 

“Steve-” Bucky looks over at his best friend, his first love. Steve thrashes against the chains again, cheeks already pink with rage and the pressure of oncoming tears. “Steve goes home, but with surveillance. That way you can be sure he’s not involving any former colleagues.”

Villain asshole actually strokes his chin at the thought. Jesus, Bucky’s about to be an indentured servant to a fuckin’ cartoon villain. 

“And you?”

“Do anything you want.” Bucky notices, faintly, that his hands are shaking. “As long as they’re safe.”

Villain thinks on it for a moment while you and Steve desperately thrash against your chains. 

“Deal,” he announces.

The chains around Bucky’s wrists release instantly. 

“Come now, Soldat.”

Bucky stands and walks towards the door to the cell.

“Don’t do this Bucky, c’mon!” Steve’s face is wet and furious. That’s Bucky’s Steve - never knows when to stay down.

“Bucky we can find another way, okay. A couple bruises aren’t worth losing everything you’ve worked for!” 

Bucky stops at your words. He walks over to you, gently cups your bruised cheek in his hand.

“Oh, sweetheart. When are you gonna learn that I’d do anything for the two of you?”

Tears threaten his eyes but the last thing any of you need is him crying. He drops a kiss to the top of your head, before turning to Steve.

“Stay out of trouble, alright punk?”

Steve is still thrashing when Bucky kisses him on the forehead. 

“Bucky, no! Stop! It doesn’t have to be like this, I- I can’t lose you again!” Steve yells as Bucky makes his way to the door.

He freezes, but doesn’t turn back. 

“Soldat,” the asshole who’d kidnapped you says.

“Gotov vypolnit',” the Winter Soldier responds.

Ready to comply.

#ilanswers #aud 🥀 #ipmoshpit #ilana hits 600! #dear maria count me in 🖋 #stucky x reader drabble #stucky x reader #stucky x reader angst #stucky x y/n #stucky x you #steve x bucky x reader #i am so sorry if this sucks i've been writing angst drabbles for three days straight

[not-poignant]

oof i just wish i knew the magic secret to 'liveable income' re: writing that didn't involve 'taking everything original offline and making people pay for it outright.'

because like...

i like my way of doing things. but my bank account hates it. :/

#i keep thinking like surely there's a way to just... #expand outwards #somehow #but if it requires a lot more labour i can't do it #so i kind of have to do it with what i'm writing now #or what i've written in the past #$30k a year #which is still a good #$20k below the minimum salary in australia #and is less than what people at mcdonald's get paid #i can't keep doing this #the way i'm doing it #i hate kind of thinking about the business side of things because i'd very much like to ignore it #and i'm glad i can with fanfiction and stuff #but with everything else it's like #what do i doooooo #i'm sure $30k (AUD) sounds like a lot to some people #but it's actually *not* a liveable income #there's no rent in australia you could afford with that much #and i should be aiming much higher but right now even $30k will take me #5 years to reach with the growth i'm experiencing #actually maybe 10 years :/

[squirrel-fund]

galla-cation #69 🏖

Back at it with @galladrabbles ! So happy to continue my silly little fic. This week's prompt is: valentines card. Prompted by: @look-i-love-u 🧡

Master post HERE

🔆

But, instead of turning around and stomping his way back towards their table in that dramatic way his husband hates, ready to give Ian the big red liar a piece of his goddamn mind, he freezes, because, despite the overwhelming frustration within him... he's tired.

Apparently, nothing he can say or do will change the fact that he's destined to be bombarded with these Gallaghers forever.

And from where he's standing, he can hear Franny and her never-ending questions.

"Is this where Moana lives?"

"Are pineapples the state flower?"

"When can I give Uncle Ian and Mickey their valentines card?"

#franny is forever 5 and adorable in my world lol #did i have to reread my own fic?? yes... yes i did #drabble babble #mickey milkovich #galladrabbles #ian gallagher #gallavich #auds writes #galla-cation

[forthedancingandthethriving]

"They're restless." Dirigo frowns, watching spirits float around an outstretched paw.

Aud nods, standing beside the ferrycat. "Doesn't it sound like they're almost.. chanting?"

"They always chant." Dirigo lowers a paw. "But.. They're certainly more insistnet."

The two stand on an island. There was no influx of souls today, so it was a time to, hopefully, relax. However.. it was anything but.

"Can you understand them?" Aud frowns.

"Barely. They're incoherent." The ferrycat's tail flicks under his cloak. The two begin walking across the island, worry hanging over their heads. It was more apparent in the lost spirit's face, however.

"I wonder what has them so riled up." Aud crosses his arms. "Do you.. think it could be the seals?"

Dirigo winces under his hood. "I hate to admit it, but it would see so. The Muses have been far too silent. This is unlike them."

The lost spirit sticks closer to the ferrycat. "This is.. terrifying. Even if the Muses aren't all-knowing, you'd think they'd notice this.."

The two continue walking, their pawsteps quiet against the chants of the spirits. It was hard to make out any words, but there was a consistent one. 'Freedom'. They were demanding it. They were saying it like they had been.. promised it.

Aud shudders. By the Muses, what'd he give to plug up his ears for a few hours. He yelps when he suddenly bumps into Dirigo, who had stopped.

The ferrycat sighs and lays down, and using his large trail, places Aud at his front. With some simple humming, his cloak warps to cover the lost spirit.

"We'll rest for now." Dirigo rests his head on his front paws, closing his eyes. "Since it seems like there's no need souls today."

Aud nods with a soft hum. "Oh, that reminds me. That King Umbra guy.. why did the Heralds want to know about him?"

"Who knows."

Aud chuckles softly, but deep in his chest, he feels a small ache.

Odd.

#oc: dirigo the ferrycat #oc: aud the lost spirit #fanfiction: my writing! #!posts!

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JUNJIE ☆ DATURA ♡ SENECA ◇ OMEN

22 ° he / her ° e.asian / white ° trans + bisexual

i recently remade! more info on my carrd!

this blog is 18+; minors please dont follow

i am tme and able-bodied. i aim to be safe for transfem, black, indigenous, nonwhite, sex worker, disabled, fat, jewish, and muslim people. im always learning and appreciate corrections, please talk to me if i mess up.

i block liberally. this blog is no place for terfs, transmeds, proana, proship, fash, etc. i dont want to participate in lgbtcourse; i will also block people who are weird about bisexuality. also i just block for things like "not liking your vibe," dont worry about it

i try to tag for triggers for mutuals but thats it. blacklist "#x!x!x!" if you dont want to see nsfw. dont send me asks about your donation posts, i will delete them, use the dm function instead.

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they wont let me copy paste text heres ur questions :D

HI AUDIE HI THANK YOU!!!!!

3. Work I'm Most Proud Of: Umm... hard. I'm quite pleased with Back to Anonymous, I really liked how it turned out especially in the early parts. What You Know contests this for short fiction that I'm proud of. (My Real answer is 'my novel', but given that this is probably more directed to fics than it is original works, I'll leave 17 Tamiz out of it lol)

17. Favorite Character To Write: Probably Spy Tf2 was my favorite to write... well specifically the genderbended version I'd done. I love it when women are slightly losers :heart: :salute:

29. Favorite Line/Passage: Well, this one is from my novel

Although from fics, I liked this opening line:

30. Biggest Surprise Writing: Not even sure what this means, but I did spend 3 months trying to plan out a chapter this year until I decided to lay on the floor in a fugue state until I figured out the rest of it. Needless to say, it came along pretty efficiently. Work smarter, not harder, folks!

Thank you for the questions aud i love you :D if anyone else would like to send questions, they're from the prev(?) post on my blog! This is fun!

#i love her your honor #AUD TAG #my writing #...technically? lol #radio show host

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The way I screamed when I saw nun!reader 😭😭😭 it’s like I’m sending out bat signals

Pls don’t mind me obsessing while I get your habit and convent welcome box sister aud 😭❤️

lmaoooo the spirit took me and moved me at about 3am this morning 😂😂

#sister aud im dyinggggg #my confirmation name is theresa (cause im lazy and picked mother theresa when i had to write an essay about the saint i chose) #i almost went with saint sebastian but my mom wouldnt let me lol #💌

[ayrennaranaaldmeri]

Are you still apart of the ASOIAF fandom by any chance? Did you hear about George Rail Road Martin setting up a patreon lol? Literally anything but finishing those books lmao.

Anon, I longed for this to be a joke but I looked it up and nope it's real he announced it on his blog and okay, I'm sorry, the fact that the heat death of the universe will occur before we get twow aside, this is beyond fucking greedy for a man who is definitely making millions every year what the fuck. He doesn't NEED a patreon.

#anti grrm #you know what he deserved what dumb & dumber did to his books #sorry it's not even the fact that this man will do anything BUT write his fucking book #it's like A PATREON?? #THAT IS NOT FOR RICH BITCHES LIKE YOU GEORGE #the lowest tier is $8.50 aud for me so it's probs around 5ish in American dollars and i'm baffled by the greed lmao #he already has so much money and patreon should not be used by people like him #hope all his patron exclusive posts get leaked he doesn't deserve the money #answered #like dude at least scam your audience with your own fucking website you can afford to make it