#inspired by that meme I reblogged last night. I HAD TO!
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Everything Has Changed - Chapter 8
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Chapter Song Inspiration: "Bad Habits" - Ed Sheeran ft. Bring Me The Horizon
Chapter Warnings: alcohol consumption, blood drinking, EXTREMELY miled dub!con (both parties are drunk)
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Chapter 8: My Bad Habits Lead to You
The streets of Daggerford were bustling in the late afternoon light, and Fallon could feel the sense of calm that came from being in a crowd rush over her as she walked with Gale. It was a small town to be sure, but after seeing no one other than Astarion, Gale, and the occasional passing traveler for nearly a month even the small crowd was a welcome sight. Fallon preferred to be in crowds of people for a number of reasons, and all of her reasons pretty much directly contradicted each other. Fallon preferred populated areas because nobody was sticking their noses in other peoples’ business. She could blend in with the crowd and be completely anonymous, if she wanted to be. People were often so engrossed in themselves that they didn’t notice what wasn’t directly invading their space.
On the other side of the coin, Fallon liked living in populated areas because it felt safer. One would think that based on the idea of blending in with the crowd and the anonymity large groups afforded a single person, it would be more dangerous because nobody was paying attention, but people paid attention when something was out of the ordinary. A woman screaming because somebody stole her coin purse, or a man collapsing in the middle of the street? Those were abnormal occurrences that forced people to get out of their own heads and pay attention. Case in point: Fallon was certain the Szarlnaxi vampires would never have ambushed them in Daggerford, even in the middle of the night.
There was a bookshop across the street from the inn, and Fallon nudged Gale and nodded her head in that direction. “Maybe they’ll have some books on sorcery, or some magic scrolls you can use to re-teach yourself some spells.” She suggested. Fallon knew Gale was eager to get to Waterdeep so he could pour through his personal tomes, and take advantage of the wealth of knowledge likely waiting for him there. Maybe there would be something here in Daggerford that could give him a head start.
At the sight of the bookshop, Gale’s face brightened. “Have I mentioned recently how grateful I am to have you as a friend? Specifically, as the type of friend who is willing to spend time with me in a bookshop?”
Fallon chuckled as they began walking towards the shop. “You’re not the only person who likes to read, Gale.”
“Indeed. I seem to recall books being the first thing you and I bonded over.” Gale smiled.
Fallon was not nearly as hungry for knowledge as Gale, and she preferred works of fiction, but that was one of the great things about Gale. He loved reading for the purposes of learning something from a non-fiction book, but that didn’t mean he never picked up a novel, and Fallon learned early on in their friendship that he had read many of her favorites (including the romance novels).
Fallon smiled back at him, and nodded. “I need something new anyway. Astarion has been hogging the books I brought with us for himself.”
“I thought I saw him reading your favorite last week— the one about the boy at magic school.” Gale recalled, and Fallon stopped walking. It took Gale a moment to realize she was no longer by his side, but once he did he doubled back so he was standing in front of her.
“Fallon? Are you alright?”
“You— you remembered I like that book?” Surprise shone in her eyes as she stared at her ex-boyfriend. It wasn’t that she thought Gale wasn’t listening back then when she shared information about herself. Fallon just assumed he’d forgotten by now after being apart for so long, or that Mystra had somehow managed to take away his memories of Fallon, too (something Fallon had previously assumed to be unlikely, but that was before the goddess revoked Gale’s access to magic out of spite).
“I remember everything about you, Fallon.”
Fallon instantly recognized the soft look in Gale’s warm, brown eyes for what it was: adoration. It was a look she’d seen hundreds, if not thousands, of times before. Even before they were romantically involved, Gale always looked at Fallon like he thought she hung the moon. Seeing that look on his face made her heart stutter in her chest, scaring her both because of how it made her feel, and how it likely meant Gale still felt.
Despite her fear, Fallon offered Gale a half-smile and stepped towards him. She reached out and took his hand in hers, squeezing it gently. “You’re a good friend, Gale.”
Gale smiled back at her. “Not half as good a friend as you’ve been to me, despite everything.”
The two of them stood in the middle of the street just staring at each other for a moment longer as Fallon’s mind reeled from the realization presented to her. This couldn’t be happening. She wouldn’t let it. She couldn’t. For so many reasons, she couldn’t. Gale and Fallon were snapped from their moment when a man pushing a cart knocked into Gale, pushing him towards Fallon as he passed by. “Stop standing in the middle of the bloody road!” The man shouted, and Fallon waved apologetically before looking back at Gale.
“We should get going.” She suggested, and Gale nodded, his face returned to its usual relaxed expression.
By the time Fallon and Gale returned to the inn, satchels full of books, scrolls, and potions, dusk had fallen, and Astarion was waiting for them in the tavern at the inn. “Gods, what took you so long? Did you buy the whole town?”
Astarion was dressed in clothes somewhat nicer than what he’d been traveling in thus far, and Fallon smiled as she took in how beautiful he was. Astarion truly was a work of art, and it was categorically unfair. “You look handsome.” She commented, standing on her toes to kiss his cheek. Perhaps appealing to his vanity would soften his annoyance that they were gone all afternoon.
“We’re in a real town for the first time in weeks, the two of you will be able to have a meal not cooked over a fire, and we’ll all be able to indulge in alcohol we didn’t drag with us from Baldur’s Gate, or find in an abandoned building. Why not show the people of this little town what taste looks like,” Astarion mused, resting his hands on Fallon’s hips. He looked at Gale. “Though I’m sure there’s not anything wrong with your cooking, of course. No offense.”
Gale smiled and shook his head. “None taken. I too am looking forward to eating a meal not cooked by yours truly this evening.”
Fallon looked at Gale. “I feel like we’re a little underdressed, now, don’t you?”
“Indeed. Though admittedly I didn’t bring anything much nicer than this, given the circumstances with which I’m here in the first place.” Gale’s cheeks turned the slightest shade of pink.
“It’s alright, no one will be looking at you anyway, since Fallon will be with us.” Astarion complimented Fallon and her heart skipped a beat in her chest as he leaned down to kiss her softly. Fallon knew Astarion loved her, and believed her to be beautiful, but that didn’t mean she would ever tire of hearing him say it.
“You make a fair point. It is difficult to outshine her.” Gale agreed, clearing his throat slightly. Fallon pulled back from her embrace with Astarion and saw Gale awkwardly staring at the ground, still flushed.
“Sweetheart, why don’t you go find us a table while Gale and I go upstairs to put away our purchases and change into something a little more presentable?” Fallon suggested to Astarion, and her lover nodded.
“I’ll be waiting.” He agreed and kissed her a second time, deeper than the first kiss they shared. By the time they broke apart, Gale had already disappeared to return to his room, and Fallon hated the guilt that settled in her stomach once again.
Astarion was many things, but he wasn’t stupid. Several weeks ago, Astarion warned Fallon that he did not believe Gale was as sorry for his actions as he claimed to be, or that Gale did not have ulterior motives for seeking Fallon’s forgiveness. After what happened with the Szarlnaxi vampires, and offering to let Astarion drink his blood, Astarion had begun to trust Gale a bit more, to believe that Gale truly only wanted forgiveness and to start over with Fallon as friends.
Then he saw the look on Gale’s face as the sorcerer agreed that Fallon’s beauty put himself and Astarion to shame. It was a look Astarion had seen on Gale’s face before: back when their roles were reversed and Gale was the one sharing Fallon’s bed while Astarion silently pined for the woman he thought would never be his. Whether Fallon was aware of it or not, Astarion couldn’t be sure, but now more than ever, Astarion was more than certain that Gale was very much still in love with her.
Astarion was going to get him to admit it, if only for the pure joy he would feel upon hearing he was right. Everything else that followed was secondary, and would be dealt with later. He wasn’t stupid, but he also wasn’t the type of person to plan things out terribly far in advance. For now, he just needed to make it through steps one and two:
One, he needed to get Gale drunk, and two, he needed to get Gale alone. Step two would be easy, as the only blood Astarion drank recently was from a boar they found between Dragonspear Castle and Daggerford the day before last.
It turned out that step one also ended up being easier than Astarion thought it would be. Between being so close to Waterdeep they could taste it, hot baths, hot meals, and the prospect of sleeping in real beds that evening, everyone was in good spirits. Fallon, especially, wanted to drink, and Astarion knew his lover well enough to know that when she was in the mood to celebrate, she wanted everyone else to be as drunk as she was.
By the time Astarion carried Fallon up to their room to put her in bed, Gale was right behind him, stumbling slightly to his own room for the evening. Astarion was tipsy, but alcohol never got him truly drunk anymore in the way that it did for Fallon and Gale. No, Astarion knew that as soon as he fed on Gale, that was when his own drunkenness would truly kick in: Drinking the blood of someone intoxicated had that effect on him.
Astarion pressed a kiss to Fallon’s forehead. “Wait up for me, darling, I’ll be back soon.” He requested, fully intent on spending the rest of his evening with Fallon wrapped in his arms and kissing her until they fell asleep after he was finished with Gale.
The door to Gale’s room was slightly ajar, and Astarion smirked. “Leaving your door open? That’s brave. Anyone could come in and have their way with you.” He teased.
Gale chuckled, his words starting to softly slur together. “If I didn’t know any better, Astarion, I’d say you were flirting with me.”
Yes, Gale was most definitely drunk enough that getting the information Astarion wanted would be easy. He stepped into Gale’s room and shut the door behind him. “What, I can’t be concerned for the well being of a friend?” Astarion pouted. Maybe he was flirting. After all, flirting used to work marvelously to get information he wanted out of people– who was to say it wouldn’t work on Gale?
Gale laughed again as he took a seat on his bed and began rolling up his sleeve so Astarion could access the same spot on his arm from the last time they did this. “Are we friends now, Astarion? I think you just admitted it.”
“I suppose we are, sorcerer. You’re much more fun now that you can do magic again.” He observed, striding over to the bed. He sat down next to Gale, and it felt weirdly more intimate than the first time they did this (even with Gale attempting to lay down last time). Maybe it was the fact that they were sitting on a bed.
Gale hummed happily at the mention of magic. “Yes, that was quite a marvelous discovery, wasn’t it? I suppose I never actually thanked you for that.”
“Trust me, you’ve thanked me enough by agreeing to let me drink your blood again,” Astarion pointed out. “I’m sure Fallon is certainly grateful to share the duties of keeping me fed with someone.” Astarion didn’t actually know if that was true or not, but for the purposes of getting Gale to talk, it was true enough for tonight. A slight pang of guilt settled in Astarion’s stomach for lying to Gale, but it was overruled by his need to be right.
Gale offered Astarion a dopey smile at the mention of the woman in the next room, and he sighed. “I just want to keep her safe. She deserves to be safe.”
Astarion nodded in agreement. “That she does,” he reached for Gale’s arm and pushed Gale’s sleeve up a little further, as it had slipped down slightly. “May I?”
He waited for Gale to nod, giving him consent before biting down on the same spot as before. Gale inhaled sharply when Astarion’s teeth broke the skin, and to Astarion’s surprise, the man kept talking. Perhaps to distract himself from the pain. “She loves you, you know. Deeply. I can see it on her face when she looks at you. You make her happy. I’m glad she found happiness, after everything I put her through.” Gale mused, and Astarion couldn’t help but smile against Gale’s skin as Gale’s blood poured into his mouth. It wasn’t a confession of love by any means, but it still pleased Astarion to hear Gale admit he knew Fallon was happy, and in a good place. Maybe he wouldn’t need to worry about Gale acting on his feelings for Fallon (if they existed), after all.
Gods, Gale’s blood tasted good. Still not as good as Fallon’s, just as Astarion had told her earlier in the day, but damn. He could taste all of the fine wine Gale had that evening clearly now, too, and Astarion could feel himself becoming more intoxicated with every mouthful.
Soon, Gale was tapping Astarion’s shoulder, and Astarion pulled away, raising his head and licking his lips as he went. He offered Gale the same dopey smile the other man had given him at the mention of Fallon’s name. “You really do taste exquisite, by the way,” Astarion offered. Yes, Astarion was definitely as drunk as Gale now. “I didn’t get to tell you when you asked last time– too distracted by the magic.”
To his surprise, Gale blushed. “Thank you, I suppose. I was curious,” Gale looked down at his arm, where blood was still slowly trickling from the wound Astarion created, and instead of wiping it away, he offered his arm back to Astarion. “Want to get the last bit? Might as well not let it go to waste.” The offer surprised Astarion, but he wasn’t really in a position to say no. Even when he was already drunk on Gale, his bloodlust would never allow him to decline one more taste (even if he could control himself from drinking Gale dry).
“Well, if you’re offering, who am I to say no?” Astarion reached for Gale’s arm again, and slowly licked away the trail of blood that had begun to run down Gale’s forearm. Astarion hadn’t expected the act to feel sensual, but it had. He also hadn’t expected Gale to let out a soft moan, but he had. Most of all, Astarion hadn’t expected the sound of Gale moaning to go straight to his cock, but it had.
When Astarion pulled away from Gale’s skin, he was grinning coyly at the sorcerer. “Why Gale, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you liked that, didn’t you?” Gale blushed deeper, and Astarion’s grin only widened. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, darling. I’m just surprised. I didn’t think I was…your type.”
“You’re everyone’s type, Astarion.” Gale laughed nervously. Even if Astarion hadn’t been flirting with Gale before, he certainly was now as Gale’s alcohol filled blood coursed through Astarion’s veins. Moreover, Gale was flirting back.
Maybe Gale was drunker than Astarion thought he was. Maybe it was the blood loss. Maybe it was both. All of those things could be contributing to Gale’s lowered inhibitions, but Astarion couldn’t bring himself to stop it. The surprises continued as Gale reached forward and swiped his thumb over Astarion’s chin, wiping away the blood that had trickled out of Astarion’s mouth. Gale offered it back to Astarion in the form of pressing his thumb against the vampire’s lips. It was an action that rid Astarion’s mind of all thoughts of the woman in the next room, and how Gale felt about her. It was difficult to focus on anything, really, with the way Gale looked at him. Astarion greedily accepted Gale’s invitation and he took the sorcerer’s thumb in his mouth and sucked the blood away, refusing to break Gale’s intense eye contact.
When Astarion released Gale’s thumb, they were both breathing a little heavier as they stared at each other, the air so thick with tension it would have taken a sword to cut through it. Astarion’s eyes flickered to Gale’s mouth, and vice versa. Then, in tandem, the vampire and the sorcerer leaned forward to cup each other’s faces in their hands, and their mouths connected in a crushing kiss.
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list five things that make you happy, then put this in the inbox of the last ten people who reblogged something from you, get to know your mutuals and your followers
I don't like sending this kind of things, but i felt super bad ignoring it, so I'll reply with 5 HCs of some m6 that somehow i share :)
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Asra likes to come back to the shop to find those cute geometric-shaped organizers for crystals, smudge sticks and so on. He's so messy that often loses something, so for him is almost like you bought a new set of magical components.
Julian loves going to his favourite pub and find out that you were already there doing your business or with your friends. When it happens, be likes to sit quietly at the bar, unseen, and peek with loving curiosity at what you're doing.
Nothing makes Nadia happier than going on last minute crazy adventures, forgetting any duty she had for that day. They always seem like a daydream.
Portia trill with delight when discovers that a new gardening experiment worked. She can't wait to show it to you, explaining how she got to that result in great extent & excitement.
Not many knows it, but Muriel knows a lot of things about the constellations. He loves to lay under the night sky and tell you stories about them until you fall asleep.
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You know what's the best thing about being Lucio? That HIS OWN PRESENCE is what makes him happy.
....ok this should have been a meme but turned up very inspiring
And this was
What make the M6 happy?
#the arcana#the arcana game#asra the magician#arcana#julian devorak#count lucio#nadia satrinava#lucio the count#countess nadia#muriel of the kokhuri#muriel the arcana#nadia the arcana#lucio the arcana#julian the arcana#arcana portia#portia the arcana
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World Whiskey Day Event
As promised, here is the prompt event for World Whiskey Day! The rules are simple: submit any creative piece (a drabble, a fic, a poem, a mood board, artwork, etc) that focuses on whiskey between now and World Whiskey Day on May 20th, and we will reblog it and add it to the master list that will be posted after the end of the event.
While this event is inspired by, and in honor of, our favorite whiskey-loving marshmallow, your work doesn't have to focus on him. You could write for another choices fandom entirely. If you do, it's encouraged to have him make a cameo or have a character mention him (just for fun). Crossovers and original stories are welcomed as well.
Prompts are provided in hopes of sparking some creativity, but you are not required to use them.
Whiskey Wednesday Meme Credit goes to @bebepac
PROMPTS:
General Theme:
Whiskey and Wine
Whiskey and Roses
Whiskey drinking contest
First drink (of whiskey)
Last drink (of whiskey)
Toasts (with whiskey)
Whiskey soaked memories
More Specific Prompts (but feel free to modify/tweak as needed)
Whiskey-soaked memories, that's what s/he was/is
“Whiskey, neat, and keep ‘em coming,” he/she/I was going to need all the help she/he/I could get to make it through this night.
When there are joys to celebrate or sorrows to drown….
The whiskey burns my throat like her/his absence burns my soul.
That’s great news! Let’s celebrate! I have your favorite whiskey!
Let’s seal the deal over whiskey!
The last time I had Irish whiskey things got….weird
MUSIC: (for inspiration)
Spotify WWD Play List
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paracosm dashboard simulator
Inspired by @maddgical-boy :D
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Repeat offender caught west of main. Subject has short brown hair, brown eyes, and was known for pickpocketing. Confiscated goods are pending return.
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caught west of main
thats our area you fucking leeches what the hell
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We actually ran into them in the mid city, and chased them all the way over. 😅
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And we wouldn't have had to if any of you could do your jobs.
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something about that slime guy from last week... c'mon police just let me visit i could fix him
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In reference to the reblog below this: Let him figure it out on his own.
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girl he's been posting pics of baggy Ts with khaki shorts please let me intervene
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K told me to reply "It's a canon event" and you know I'm not a girl?
#confusion aside it hurts me as well but he has to start somewhere
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does anyone have any fashion advice
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like, how it works?
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where do people buy clothes...?
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This attack on our city cannot go ignored. The public should not fear humanoid monsters or people creating electricity to destroy and steal from our community stores. It is revolting.
Possessing powers at all makes these individuals inherently dangerous, but we should not ever see them used to their extreme like this. Action must be taken.
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oh to be able to summon lightning and take down capitalism with my spidergirl girlfriend
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These people are causing real chaos and destruction. You are sick for joking about this.
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mwah
#happy six year anniversary to this post #and the attack ig #i hope theyre still together
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"his pronouns are she/her!" - E probably
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What? I am well aware tack uses she/her pronouns.
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It's a joke, it's based off a different meme, I think they're just saying you'd say something like that.
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This site is a waste of time.
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been experimenting with making small bombs recently and i put one in my bag and almost brought it home on accident. if my little sister had found that....
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what is it with these fake self proclaimed "vigilante crime fighters" nowadays trying to be so cool? we know you don't make bombs, quit stroking your ego
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hey.
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if you have any of the slots on your ci ring set to anything fancy unfollow me immediately. its frankly quite rude to switch into that in front of your friends who can't afford something so expensive
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a ci ring is $6000??????
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LMAO imagine complaining about not affording a suit yet owning the rich person identity stealer 2000
#everyone here died 💀 #anyway its super easy to make knockoffs
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whoes that new guy with the blue hair? I think hes been running around with the team down by the bottom of the hills? vigilante fans help me out here!
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thats me actually! I am newer around here but I'm with E's group. my hair might stand out a little too much lol
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OMG. uh hiiiiiiiii. youre very cool I love when you do stuff with uhh gravity. wanna hang out sometime?
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uh, E doesn't really want us meeting up with anyone outside the group in our secret identities. so probably not.
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oh well can we still dm?
💕 fangirl-hours
hello?
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definitely left
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poll canceled everyone my partner is here 🥰
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doesn't your blog say you're aroace?
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yeah and it also says that im in a qpr with them so whats your fucking problem
#do people on this site not read?
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#gaming
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#unreality#dashboard simulator#kitkat posting#little guys (daydreams)#paracosm#immersive daydreaming#maladaptive daydreaming#paracosm dashboard simulator#madd paras#madd things#Daydreams - Gen 3#this took so fucking long#a fun game for those in the notes. try to guess who is the main character
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[ Semi-Hiatus ]
[ this is not a post I wanted to make, least of all in the middle of tumblr dash event that I was really excited to participate in. But unfortunately life decided to kick my shit in and I'm... coping at the moment. That's the best I can say. I will be... sort of around? I may make 1 or 2 more posts for the event, but my threads are gonna be on pause unless divine inspiration strikes me or something.
(Honestly, if you see me reblog any ask memes during this time, I'd appreciate it if you sent them in because I'm probably looking for a bit of serotonin.)
If you want to reach me via discord, feel free. Or if you don't have mine, you can message me. I'm going to post more details on what's going on beyond the cut. ]
[ So last night was the... third? fourth? time that my dad has gone to the emergency room in the past 2 months. His health has been gradually deteriorating for a while, honestly, but it's taken a sharp turn all of a sudden. And being the stubborn man that he is, he's refusing to cooperate or accept treatment for things that are supposed to help. I've had a strained relationship with him for a while for many reasons, but it still hurts and I don't like to see him this way. Basically every day just feels like I'm bracing myself at this point. So uh... yeah... I'm not sure when I'll be back in full swing honestly. ]
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ALIAS / NAME: S'Ben. I knew when I came to terms with my gender identity the second time that I wanted to be called Ben, but also that I wanted an "official penname" that was RB. So I made the middlename Ben and don't really talk about that first name.
BIRTHDAY: July 21
ZODIAC: Cancer Sun, Pisces Moon, Libra Rising.
HEIGHT: 5'2.5". The half is very important.
HOBBIES: reading, writing, and doing some small creative things. I really enjoyed making bracelets for the Ghost Ritual I attended, and I like doing Paint n Sip. I'm not great at painting, but I find it MOSTLY relaxing. I also do karaoke on sunday nights, but I am not a great (or even GOOD) singer, I just enjoy doing it. There's a lot of pressure to be GOOD at hobbies, and I think that sort of prevents people from enjoying the things they do.
FAV. COLOUR: Hunter green, deep red, purple.
FAV. BOOK: I don't really have one. It's usually the last one I finished that I really liked. I really enjoyed A History of Glitter and Blood, particularly for it's unreliable narrator being The Point, but I also had a lot of fun reading (please do not drag me for this) Hank Green's An Absolutely Remarkable Thing (the second part less so)
LAST SONG: Everything Stays from Adventure Time. It's hitting GOOD.
LAST MOVIE / SHOW: last movie was IT pt 2. Cody hadn't seen either of the newer adaptions (or the miniseries from the 90s because he's a baby and doesn't like horror). Before that, we had just finished Righteous Gemstones, which I highly recommend for Women's Wrongs and also Gay Men Who Are Not Queerbait
RECENT READ: I've started The Villain's Assistant, which I originally thought was Rabbitcore but has turned out to be Darcycore, actually.
INSPIRATION: Poetry, really. In the end that's the only thing that can kick start me, or very pretty prose. There's some writers in the Ghost fanfic community that really just ignite my love for writing the Papas, although not exactly in the way they do.
STORY BEHIND URL: I had grown out of dilffactory, and wanted to lean more into the Ghost stuff, and there's a tiktok meme using just the SUFFERING soundbite from Griftwood, so.
tagged: I stole it from @nightmarecountry like a thief lol
tagging: u
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Malex Fic - Kick at the darkness till it bleeds daylight
Writer’s block is still my best friend, but Malex are engaged! And if that doesn’t inspire me at least a little bit, all hope is lost. I went back to my Malex comfort zone for this, plotless fluff where Michael and Alex are in bed, but they have emotional conversations instead of sex.
This is canon compliant through 4x11 and takes place some point after where all plot points have already been magically resolved.
Kick at the darkness till it bleeds daylight on AO3
Summary: They are back in their home, Alex isn't dying, but one thing hasn't changes. All Alex wants to do is marry Michael.
Title taken from the Barenaked Ladies version of “Lovers in a Dangerous Time.”
Alex wakes up the same way he has every day for the last week, to Michael next to him, watching him like he can’t believe he’s real. His eyes light up when he realizes Alex is awake, and Alex doesn’t think, just leans up for a kiss.
It’s not much of a kiss, just a gentle press of lips, but Alex keeps his eyes open, watching as Michael’s close when he feels Alex’s hand stroking his hair.
“Morning,” Michael mumbles against his mouth when they break the kiss.
Alex rolls onto his back to stretch and notices the coffee mug on his nightstand, the coffee no longer steaming. He frowns when he turns back to Michael, “How long have you been up?” He used to wake up before Michael every morning, but not now, not since they came back.
“Not long,” Michael shrugs.
Alex’s frown deepens as he realizes there is a pattern he missed. “You’re awake when I fall asleep at night and awake before me in the morning. You need to sleep, too.”
“I never look away, remember.”
“That’s not supposed to be literal,” Alex wrinkles his nose. He can see the lingering fear in Michael’s eyes, and he hesitates before continuing. “You don’t have to keep watch. I’m not going to disappear again.”
“You don’t know that.”
Alex takes Michael’s hand, lacing their fingers together and squeezing gently before answering. “Since you haven’t let me leave the house, and I am pretty sure there is no alien sinkhole to an alternate dimension in our bathroom, I think you can relax.”
“Better safe than sorry,” Michael counters. He gives Alex a real smile, though, before lifting their joined hands and kissing Alex’s knuckles.
Alex doesn’t disagree. Being separated from Michael, being thrust alone into a world he didn’t understand isn’t an experience he never plans to repeat. Staying with Michael, in their house where they could focus on each other, has been the best way for them to heal.
There are things going on outside of this bubble they’ve created that Alex is distantly aware of. Some follower of Jones Isobel is heping, Liz is trying to minimize the fallout from her mentor’s breakdown, there are parts of Jones plan they are still trying to discover. But Alex doesn’t care. Right now, he’s content to be selfish, to ignore the part of him that was bred to put duty first. He and Michael deserve time to do nothing but love each other at least until after the honeymoon. Which reminds Alex, they do have one important reason to engage with the outside world.
“We are going to have to leave the house for at least a little bit today. If we don’t go to the courthouse today and get our marriage license, we won’t have it in time for the wedding,” Alex reminds Michael.
Michael drops Alex’s hand, some of the light leaving his eyes. “We don’t have to do that right now.”
“What? Get married?” Alex asks with a frown.
When Michael nods, Alex pushes himself into a sitting position and runs his hands through his hair. He’s about to ask Michael if he’s changed his mind, if he doesn’t want to marry Alex, but he knows in his heart that’s the wrong question.
“Do you think I only asked you to marry me because I was dying?” Alex asks instead.
Michael doesn’t answer but the way he averts his eyes tells Alex everything he needs to know.
“Michael,” Alex sighs. He pulls on Michael’s hand until Michael moves to sit next to him. “Figuring out I was dying didn’t make me want to marry you, but it did give me the courage to ask you. I wasn’t afraid of dying.”
Michael makes a distressed sound at that, and Alex knows despite both Liz and Kyle assuring them that he is perfectly healthy, that wound isn’t going to heal any time soon. He rests his head on Michael’s shoulder, lets Michael hold him close, but it starts to feel too much like the pocket dimension, and Alex wants this proposal to feel different. He shifts them both around until he’s leaning against the headboard with Michael across from him, their knees touching.
“Hey,” he starts, waiting until Michael looks at him again to talk. “I wasn’t afraid to die, but I was afraid to die without you knowing how much I love you.”
“I know you love me, Alex. You don’t need to prove that to me,” Michael protests.
“That’s not what it’s about,” Alex shakes his head. “I told Maria once that falling in love with you was the easiest thing in the world, but I’ve never told you that. I’ve never shown you that. We grow up on fairy tales - true love’s kiss and happily ever afters. When I realized I was gay, I thought I could never have any of that, But then you kissed me in that museum, under a fake alien sky, and all of that became real. You were everything I never let myself hope for, and that love, that feeling of belonging, has never gone away.”
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41 notes - Posted August 28, 2022
#4
Malex NYE Ficlet
Tiny little fic written in response to a discussion on the literal skeletons discord server about Alex and Michael having their first New Year’s Eve together.
Isobel moves her New Year's Eve party to the Wild Pony because Maria can't afford to be short staffed on one of her busiest nights of the year. Alex and Michael leave at 11 despite Liz's protest. They enjoy celebrating with their family, but they set aside part of the night for just two of them.
Midnight finds them kissing on the couch, drinks forgotten on the coffee table. Alex's hands are tangled in Michael's hair, and Michael absent mindedly stokes Alex's neck as they kiss.
When the fireworks and gunshots go off, Michael pulls back. He gives Alex one more quick kiss in response to his pout before asking, "Any resolutions?"
Alex thinks a moment before answering, "To keep talking to you, to tell you the things I think you need protected from or I'm afraid will make you turn away from me because secrets only make things worse."
Michael squeezes his hand, "Is that all?"
"To let myself be happy without wondering if I deserve it or worrying about when it will end."
"I like seeing you happy," Michael says quietly, leaning in for another soft kiss.
"What about you?" Alex asks.
"To ask questions and listen to the answers instead of assuming I know how you feel or what you are thinking. To enjoy being with you without waiting for something to take you away again, to trust that you are here to stay."
Alex blinks back tears, "I like seeing you happy," he repeats because he can't find better words right now. He takes a breath and adds just a little more, " I want to be there to see you happy, to help make you happy."
"Damn, I love you," Michael laughs through the tightness in his throat.
"I love you, too," Alex starts to pull Michael in for another kiss, but Michael holds up his hand.
"One more," he says.
Alex raises one eyebrow and waits for Michael to continue.
"I'm going to convince you to get a dog."
"Only if you move in with me," Alex counters with a smile.
"What are you doing tomorrow?" Michael says before pushing Alex down onto the couch.
52 notes - Posted December 31, 2021
#3
Malex Fic - I want you to move me
The writing part of my brain is still 99% broken, but this song makes my fingers itch. This is really pure fluff with a little talking about smut although no actual smut happens. Just a nice romantic moment between Michael and Alex and Liz and Max’s wedding.
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Summary: "I want you to move me
Step into the moonlight
Throw your weight in to me"
Title and Summary are both from “Move me” by half-alive. The mood of this story is all set around the chorus of the song so I recommend listing to it if you can.
Michael twirls Rosa one last time as the music’s ending, smacking a loud kiss onto her cheek. She sticks her tongue out at him, making him laugh as they leave the dance floor. Without even thinking about Michael looks for Alex, eyes seeking him out automatically, and his breath catches when he spots him.
Alex is watching him, looking at him with a mix of love, amusement and a little bit of awe, as if he can’t believe he’s lucky enough to be loved by Michael. It’s been years - decades if he forgets their time apart and remembers the first time he saw that look on Alex’s face - and Michael still isn’t used to it, hopes he never will be.
He blows Alex a kiss, bouncing on his feet when Alex’s smile widens even as he shakes his head at Michael’s antics. Michael has an urge to just run to Alex and throw himself onto his lap, making him wonder if Max’s joy at finally marrying Liz is bleeding into his own emotions. Hard as it is to believe, Michael’s reached a point where happy is his default state, but everything is a little exaggerated today. He teared up during Max and Liz’s first dance, and cried openly when Max turned Liz over to Arturo for their dance, and Michelle surprised Max at the edge of the dance floor and demanded her own dance. Michael pulled it together for the bridal party dance but only because he knew Rosa wouldn’t tolerate his tears, and with only four of them - Michael and Isobel for Max, Rosa and Kyle for Liz - there was nowhere to hide from the guests that were watching them.
Now that the formal dances are over, people begin streaming toward the dance floor, and getting to Alex starts to feel like swimming upstream. He passes Greg and Maria, and Maria catches his hand, giving it a quick squeeze as she walks by.
When he finally reaches Alex, the music changes to something slow and dreamy so Michael holds out his hand. Alex shakes his head, smiling dimming a little, and Michael wants to kick himself. The wedding had fallen in the midst of a pain flare up for Alex. His leg had been bothering him for no discernible reason - could be a change in the weather, something off with his prosthetic, an awkward movement he didn’t remember - nothing they could pinpoint. He’d stayed off his prosthetic for a few days before the wedding, and keeping pressure off his leg helped, but he was still limping enough Michael knew he’d feel self conscious on the dance floor even if all they were barely moving. Alex wouldn’t care if it was just their family, but the guest list had grown to include people who didn’t know Alex at all or still thought of him as the war hero Alex had never felt like.
Michael’s about to sit next to Alex when he notices the patio doors are open. “Feel like some air?” he asks, nodding toward the exit.
“Sounds good,” Alex’s smile brightens again, and he takes Michael’s hand.
It's a beautiful night, clear and lit by an almost full moon. The temperature dropped with the sun, but it’s still warm enough that they are comfortable with just their suit jackets. The patio opens into a garden who’s path winds out of sight. It’s not crowded, but several other guests are outside, some looking for a place to smoke. Alex wrinkles his nose at the smell, and Michael doesn’t invade any minds, but he sends out a suggestion that it’s a good time to go back inside and soon they are alone.
Alex laughs and raises his brow at Michael, letting him know he doesn’t think their sudden solitude is a coincidence.
Michael just shrugs his shoulders and pulls Alex in for a kiss. He feels more settled, comfortable in his own emotions now that he’s not in the same room with Max. Still happy and head over heels in love with Alex, but no more than he always is. “Come on,” he says when they break apart, taking Alex’s hand and leading him down the steps.
When they reach the garden, Michael heads toward one of the benches lining the border, but Alex shakes his head. “Feels good to walk after sitting for so long.”
So Michael redirects them to the path, careful to let Alex set the pace. His limp doesn’t seem any worse, but his back is still stiff and tense, and Michael aches with the need to take Alex’s pain away. He can’t, there’s nothing he can do - even with his powers, God knows he’s tried, sometimes hurting Alex more in the process - so he settles for letting go of Alex’s hand and rubbing his back underneath his jacket as the walk.
Alex relaxes slowly as they walk, eventually wrapping his arm around Michael’s shoulder. Michael leans into him and looks around. The garden is dimly lit, enough light to be safe, but not enough to take away from the romantic atmosphere. They’d taken pictures earlier, under blue skies with colorful flowers contrasting perfectly with Liz’s white dress and Max’s dark suit. Liz’s hair and dress tangled in the wind and Max kept trying to fix it, both of them laughing and smiling too much to bother with poses. Now it’s starlight, filled with white, night blooming flowers, and with Alex in his arms, Michael thinks he prefers it this way, “It’s pretty here,” he tells Alex..
“Mmm,” Alex agrees. “Isobel did a great job. The whole day has been perfect.”
“You want all this,” he asks, gesturing not just at the garden, but the party behind them, “when we get married?” Neither of them have proposed, there is no official engagement, but they’ve started talking this way - when we get married, when we move into a bigger house, when we start a family - their love and future together cemented as certain in their minds.
Alex pauses in their walk for a moment, thinking about it before he resumes their pace. “I want what you want,” he finally says with a shrug.
“Alex,” Michael says exasperated because they’ve talked about this, too much really. Michael needs to know what Alex wants, needs, not just what he thinks he’s allowed to have.
“No, I mean it,” Alex insists. “Once I realized no matter how perfect it sounded, I was never going to want to marry Maria, I stopped thinking about all of it. Weddings, happily ever afters, those were things I was never going to have. But you, Michael,” he turns so they’re facing each other and takes both Michael’s hands. And the look is back on his face again, the one that never lets Michael forget how much Alex loves him. “But even with all the shit life threw at you, you never stopped, dreaming or wanting. Even when I,” Alex lets out a shaky exhale, rests his forehead against Michael’s before continuing, “when I couldn’t believe, you still did. So, yeah, Michael, anything you want.”
“Not all this,” Michael says. Liz and Max’s wedding has been beautiful, everything going perfectly, but if Max’s second emotions almost overwhelmed him, a day like this with Alex might kill him. “More than just us, something nice with just our families I think.”
“You realize ‘just’ our families has turned into a lot of people,” Alex teases him.
Alex is right, and Michael never thought that would happen. He and Alex had both been so alone for years, rejected and forced to hide parts of themselves. But somehow they had this sprawling web of relationships, of people who knew and loved them, some bound by blood, but all by choice. “More people to delegate to,” he says with a smile. “So all we have to do is show up and look pretty.”
“Ok,” Alex agrees easily. “Soon.”
“Soon,” Michael echoes before sighing deeply.
“What?” Alex asks, concern edging into his voice.
Michael closes the small distance between them, waits until Alex wraps his arms around him before resting against his chest. “All I want to do is take you home, get you out of the suit and take care of you.”
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56 notes - Posted April 16, 2022
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Malex Fic - All I Want is You
How much fluff can I shove into 1100 words? The answer is a lot. I am over the moon about Alex Guerin being canon, and wanted to write something about that. Michael also has a lot of feelings about being married so this fic is nothing but them continuing to be madly in love.
All I Want is You on AO3
Title from U2's "All I Want is You" because that song fits their marriage perfectly.
Summary: When they get back from their honeymoon, Michael has a husband and Alex has a new name. Neither of those things will ever change.
“Hi honey, I’m home,” Michael yells as he opens the door.
“In here,” Alex answers back.
Michael follows the sound of his voice and finds his husband at the table, laptop open, working his way through a stack of papers.
“I thought you weren’t back at Deep Sky until Monday?” Michael asks with a slight frown. They returned from their honeymoon a few days ago, but both had cleared their schedules for the rest of the week. Michael had spent the afternoon catching up with Isobel, but otherwise neither of them had left the house.
“Oh, this isn’t work,” Alex reassures him. He gestures to the papers next to the computer, “Just getting started on the name change. I’ve got Social Security, VA, MVD, the bank, the mortgage company, utilities, passport. Once that’s all done I can update my will and other legal documents.”
Just listening to Alex list all the forms overwhelms Michael. “Can’t you just hack into something and have it all done at once? Or get someone at Deep Sky to handle it?”
“I could,” Alex says with a laugh and a shrug, “but I want to do it this way.”
“Why?” Michael asks as he sits in the chair next to Alex.
“I don’t want it to just happen. I want someone to read this form and know my name is changing because I want it to, that this is a choice. I want them to look at our marriage license and think ‘he must really love his husband a lot if he wants to share his name.’ I want everyone who has to change my name to know how lucky I am.”
Michael leans back in his chair and lets out a breath. Sometimes he still can’t believe all this is real, then Alex says something like that, and it hits him all over again. He’s quiet long enough that Alex starts to look uncomfortable.
“I know it doesn’t really matter,” he starts.
“No,” Michael takes his hand, rubbing his thumb along Alex’s ring. “I get it.” And he does. It’s the same reason he can’t stop calling Alex his husband. He’s said it so much, Isobel had hung up on him twice. But he can’t imagine not saying it, not telling every person he talks to that he has a husband, not taking every chance he can to remember that they finally got here. If Alex needs fifty bureaucrats to look at their marriage license, Michael will help him stuff the envelopes.
“Maybe you should send a picture too,” he teases. “Make sure they know exactly how lucky we both are.”
“I don’t think we need to go that far,” Alex squeezes his hand before pulling away and picking up his pen.
Michael gets up and stands behind him, watching as he finishes the form to update his driver’s license. He sets it aside and reaches for another stack of papers, but Michael can’t stop staring at “Alexander Manes” written in Alex’s neat, block handwriting. He looks at the bottom of the page, and Alex’s new signature. There’s a scrawled “A” followed by a scribble that leads into a large, fancy printed “G.” The rest of “Guerin” is written in a slanted hybrid of cursive and print, each letter easy to recognize. Michael traces it with his eyes and wonders what it will look like in a year, five years then fifty. He wonders when it will be second nature for Alex to sign with “Guerin,” when he won’t have to think about it.
“Hey, can you grab the stapler for me?” Alex asks without looking up from where he’s adding a copy of their marriage license to the MVD form.
“Sure,” Michael clears his throat and heads to Alex’s desk. As he walks away, he sees Alex turn to look at him, a soft smile on his face. He looks back because he’ll always look back to Alex. It’s hard to believe there was a time he looked at Alex and saw nothing but pain and regret for the life they didn’t have. Now he looks at Alex and sees forever stretching out in front of them.
When he brings back the stapler, Alex takes it with a distracted, “Thanks, babe.”
Michael kisses the top of his head and goes to start dinner, leaving Alex to finish his stack of paperwork. He sneaks glances at Alex as he cooks, smiling at his complete concentration at the task in front of him. He probably won’t even notice Michael’s started dinner until Michael puts a plate in front of him.
But Alex surprises him by coming into the kitchen just as Michael turns the heat on the sauce down to simmer.
“Smells good,” Alex compliments him as he passes Michael on the way to the cupboard. “Paperwork’s all done so I’ll set the table while you finish up.”
When Alex reaches up to get the plates, Michael wraps his arms around his waist. “No hurry,” he stops Alex before he opens the cabinet door. “We have time.”
“Oh, do we?” Alex turns in his arms, smiling into Michael’s kiss.
“Mhmm,” Michael confirms, without breaking the kiss. He presses Alex up against the counter, kisses him soft and slow because they do have time.
He can’t help but wonder if it will always feel like this, like there’s nothing in the world but this. Maybe one day his breath won’t catch when he sees the wedding pictures Isobel framed and placed on their mantel and dresser while they were on their honeymoon. Maybe one day he won’t find Alex staring at the shadow box Maria made them, filled with the boutonnieres, his mother’s handkerchief, Mimi’s bracelet and the original wedding invitation Rosa drew for them.
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61 notes - Posted September 10, 2022
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Malex Fic - I’m a happy idiot
Trying to write my way out of a slump with some secret marriage fluff. No warnings just lots of love.
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Summary: 4 times Michael and Alex almost told someone they were married and 2 times they didn't have to.
Title from "Happy Idiot" by TV on the Radio
Michael’s half asleep, boneless and fucked out when he feels Alex’s lips on his forehead.
“See you later, love you,” Alex whispers into his hair.
It’s the smell of coffee that gets him to open his eyes. Michael turns his head and watches Alex set a mug on his nightstand, steam curling in the cool air of their bedroom. He reaches out and barely catches Alex’s hand, their fingertips tucking into each other. “I love you, you should marry me,” he says, thinking about how he wants mornings like this for the rest of his life.
Alex’s eyes widen for a moment, but he steps closer to the bed and smiles. “Ok,” he says as if it’s that easy.
But that’s the thing. It is that easy, has been that easy since Michael kissed him on an empty patio. So he doesn’t ask Alex if he’s sure, just sits up and pulls Alex down on the bed next to him, the adrenaline from the realization that he’s going to marry Alex waking him up. “Call off work while I shower. The courthouse opens,” he squints at the clock, “in an hour.”
“You want to get married today?” Alex asks, laughing.
“Can you think of a reason to wait?” Michael counters. They never really talked about marriage. Michael assumed they would get there eventually, but now that it’s a possibility, Michael’s never wanted anything more.
Alex bites his lip, smile still showing through, and shakes his head.
“I didn’t think so,” Michael pulls him down for a kiss. “Now get moving. The sooner we get married, the sooner we can start our honeymoon.”
Sanders
“I’m guessing by that smile on your face you didn’t call off yesterday because of some alien crisis.”
Michael jumps a foot in the air, hitting his head on the hood of the car he’s working on. “Why do you always do that?” he complains, glaring at Sanders.
“Because it never stops being funny,” Sanders laughs. “You’d think by now you’d have learned to pay attention to your surroundings, makes me wonder just how useful your powers are if a gimpy old man can sneak up on you. Now back to my question. I know you weren’t sick so what was so important I had to tell Ethel Myers her car wasn’t going to be ready for another day?”
“Ethel Myers should have stopped driving five years ago so the extra day was a blessing to everyone on the road,” Michael argues, hoping to distract Sanders.
But Sanders just stands there, arms crossed and foot tapping, waiting for Michael to answer. And shit, he and Alex really should have talked about what they were going to tell people, but they’d been too busy celebrating.
“Alex and I had, uh, stuff to take care of,” he finally mumbles.
“Stuff?” Sanders repeats with a disbelieving snort.
“Yeah, you know, house stuff,” Michael makes a vague gesture with his hands.
“You’d think after a few years your ‘house stuff’ would stop interfering with your work,” Sanders rolls his eyes. “But I guess that explains the limp.”
“Oh my god!” Michael feels his face heat up. “That’s not what I meant!” But before he can come up with a better explanation. Sanders walks away, shaking his head.
Eduardo
When Alex gets to work, he finds a note on his desk asking him to report to the director’s office.
He knocks lightly on Eduardo’s open door. “You wanted to see me?” he asks when Eduardo waves him inside.
“Yes, come sit,” he gestures to the chairs in front of his desk. “I’m glad you are feeling better.”
“Thank you, it was just one of those twenty-four hour bugs,” Alex shrugs, holding Eduardo’s eyes so he doesn’t appear evasive.
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Today I turn 34!
My 30s really have been better than my 20s, so far. Hopefully that trend continues for the upcoming year!
I took today off so I could have a 3 day weekend, and I'm going on a quick solo road trip to Big Bear (mountain area of SoCal) to celebrate 😊 Even though it might be rainy tomorrow, hopefully I can come back with photos to share!
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My blaze post finished last night and I got the "Blaze Report" after I went to bed.
Here are the stats:
Impressions: 9223
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Yes, while some people assumed I paid for the $10 version, I actually paid for the $25 version, which estimates 7k impressions, so I'm surprised I got over 9k [insert meme here].
These stats don't line up with the notes on the actual post, which is curious. It has 40 comments (including 3 of my own), 184 reblogs and 356 likes. I'm guessing the difference comes from users who saw the reblogs and not the original sponsored post? Getting only 580 notes with 9k impressions is a little disappointing but that's tumblr for you
Anyway, that was super fun! I think I might try again sometime, but maybe with something less likely to have people curse at me lmao
9 notes - Posted April 25, 2022
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alivorte ➡ brillemos
I posted about this earlier today (thanks @tenacioustam and @lib for responding and helping me pick!) but I finally changed my url!
In case you missed it, brillemos means "let's shine" in Spanish! And is also a pun on my name, Bri, because I'm a cringe dork and proud of it 😎
I saved alivorte as a side blog and wrote a little JavaScript that will auto-redirect to my new url, even if you're just looking at a singular post, it will redirect to that post. BUT, it only works on desktop. I don't know how to make it work on mobile and I'm not particularly motivated to try. Sorry mobile-using followers 😅
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I'm registered for the Lesbians Who Tech Pride Summit this year and I recall that you went to the same event before (or something that sounded very, very similar to it). Do you have any tips to get the most out of it? I am still very much a tech newbie who wants to break into tech and the agenda looks a bit overwhelming. Thanks in advance if you have time to answer this ask! If not, it's okay...you sharing your career journey on tumblr has been inspiring, to say the least!
Aww thanks! I did go to Lesbians Who Tech back in 2018 when I was still in grad school. I think I also signed up for the virtual pride summit this year as well, though I probably won't be able to attend (work kinda gets in the way lol).
The biggest regret I have about when I attended in 2018 was being too shy to try to connect with other people there. I think that's probably the biggest benefit to attending events like this in the first place - networking. Which I've never been particularly good at, lol. So if possible, I'd recommend targeting sessions about networking or allow you to network.
Otherwise, as a tech newbie, you likely won't get much benefit from the more technical sessions, unless you already have some prior exposure to the topic or it's marketed as a beginner friendly session (like I found one called Intro to Native Mobile Development on Tuesday, if that suits your fancy). So I'd have some fun with it, look for ones that sound interesting to you! Or check out sessions in a variety of different areas of tech (coding, analytics, product mangement, etc) so you get a wider exposure to the tech world. I feel a little overwhelmed myself looking at how many sessions there are lol so I don't think I can give more specific advice than this, unfortunately.
I hope you have fun attending the summit, and if you ever have any more questions, feel free to reach out at any time!
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LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: I like both, but gravitate more towards longer replies. Mostly because when I get really into writing a scene I can't stop myself.
BEST TIME TO WRITE: Mostly nighttime. Actually I often get a huge burst of inspiration just before bed. Terrible for my sleep schedule lmao.
ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): Mostly no, but Raum is kind of like a hidden side of me. He is really a creation to express a lot of things that I'm not able to in real life. An exaggerated version of the devil on my shoulder, you might say.
tagged by: @distopea ! <3
tagging: bold of you to assume i know who has done this and who hasn't - pls save me from myself and just steal it
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KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER.
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NAME: Steph
PRONOUNS: she/her
PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: discord is the easiest and honestly, the fastest way to get a hold of me. dms here works too but i forget to check them
NAME OF MUSE(S): oh gosh i have wayyyy too many
RP EXPERIENCE/HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?): i jumped into the tumblr scene around 2013 so it's been about ... wow, 9 years! before this, i used to run two forums and rp'ed on a chat site so, a good solid amount of time.
BEST EXPERIENCE: honestly, the first one that comes to mind is the first full circle story i did with one of my very first partners here (@sxmnus). the story of ayana and aomine touch my heart in so many ways and having been able to befriend my sweet cookie (yesss that's what i love calling her) even well afterwards is just so special. same thing with kitty kat (@vacuitas) and the stories we've made through the years especially satine and nolan. and the stories with angie (@cxrsedsouls) just live rent free in my head! i mean, i can honestly just gush about the amazing people i've met here like kris (@arcxnumvitae), niko (@strawberryxdreams), and blue (@bottleofbabes). y'all are the real mvps and why this has been the best experience
RP PET PEEVES/DEALBREAKERS: hmmm ... i guess it would have to be forcing things on me? it doesn't happen often thankfully, so i had to give this some extra thought but i'd say that is the biggest pet peeve. i mean, i'm all down for doing things but i'm a 'let's see how things go first' type of rp'er. we can chat about it and give it a shot but if it doesn't mesh, then yeah, it doesn't mesh. and i guess the last one is not really caring about my muses (but i mean who wouldn't be upset about that happening to them???) and claims about one's muse without bothering to ask??? not really the same as an assumption but more like statements about the muse, as if its a fact without bothering to learn???
FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: i am an absolute sucker for all three! the trifecta are just **chefs kiss**
PLOTS OR MEMES: both! i love plotting but know that sometimes it can be hard to get the ball rolling so in comes the memes! plus right now with the move coming up, memes help. oh and it does make things pretty entertaining to see the in-between pieces with the mix!
LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: it depends on what's happening. i prefer to match quality vs quantity. not to mention the amount of muse i'm feeling but yep, it varies. love them both!
BEST TIME TO WRITE: so the last year or so, i found that morning is the best time for me. mainly because that's the time i have to myself before i head out to run errands and do whatever else is on my list. sometimes i might hop on at night if i can but i do make notes on my phone and ipad so i don't forget what caused inspiration.
ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): a couple of them! i mean, i feel like we all put a little piece of ourselves in each but yes, i am. some more than others (but you'll find out as we go along!)
tagged: by the sweet resident green bean (@strawberryxdreams)
tagging: anyone who wants to do this!
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Everything Has Changed - Chapter 10
Previous Chapter
Chapter Song Inspiration: "Late Night Talking" - Harry Styles
Chapter Warnings: Idiots talking about their feelings.
Spotify Playlist: Here
Author Notes: i just realized i left tumblr on a cliffhanger for a week i am SORRY!!!!! thank you all so much for reading, reblogging, liking, and commenting on this fic (and the first one)! i lost my job last week, so if you are interested in supporting me in other ways, I have a Ko-Fi link. every little bit helps <3
i also have a discord server! it was created to coincide with my twitch channel but you do NOT need to follow/subscribe/watch my twitch streams to come hang out with us <3 we talk a lot about bg3 and share memes and fics.
Chapter 10: Late Night Talking
Astarion stared at Gale for a moment before gesturing back to Gale’s room. “Lead the way then.” Truth be told, Astarion did not want to talk about this right now. He didn’t want to talk about the kiss, what it meant, how it would change things, or how they’d hurt Fallon, but Astarion didn’t exactly have a choice. Talking to Fallon, at least tonight, was not an option, nor was sharing a room with her. He could go and ask the innkeeper if they had another room he could rent for the evening, but with the way his mind was spinning, Astarion doubted he would be getting much sleep anyhow so it seemed like a waste of money.
Gale hadn’t bothered to completely shut the door to his room again, Astarion noticed, and he shook his head. “Am I going to have to take the first watch tonight, since you refuse to close your door?” He teased Gale.
“You could say I was in a bit of a hurry. I can assure you that the door will be firmly closed and locked overnight.” Gale promised, and Astarion raised an eyebrow.
“Do you think locking Fallon out would be wise?”
“Do you think she’ll come knocking?” Gale countered, mimicking the look on the Astarion's face, earning him a resigned look in reply. Astarion knew Gale was right. They wouldn’t see Fallon until the morning, maybe even the afternoon. “You said we need to talk?” Astarion changed the subject, closing the door behind him. He didn’t lock the door, though, as a small part of him hoped that Fallon would change her mind and seek them out.
“I would like to discuss the feelings that have come to light in the last hour or so, if possible.” Gale requested as he kicked off his shoes and walked towards the bed. As Gale sat down with his legs out in front of him, and his back against the headboard, Astarion found himself wishing there was anywhere else to sit in this damned room. It wasn’t that being close to Gale bothered Astarion, exactly, but after what happened this evening it felt…wrong to sit so close to him. Nevermind the fact that they would have to share a bed tonight. He certainly wasn’t going to sleep on the floor when there was a perfectly good bed, and it didn’t seem fair to make Gale do it, either. This was his room, after all, and it wasn’t just Gale’s fault that he no longer had it to himself.
Astarion removed his shoes and tugged his shirt over his head as he walked towards the bed. Once the fabric was gone from his eyes, Astarion saw Gale staring at him– the look a cross between awe and nervousness. “Like what you see?” Astarion flirted. He couldn't really help himself, not now that he knew Gale liked it.
Gale swallowed. “Do you think that’s a good idea?” He asked cautiously.
“Sleeping without my shirt on? It’s a nice shirt, Gale, I’m not going to muss it up by sleeping in it.” Astarion argued, and Gale sighed.
“I meant– nevermind.” Gale ran a hand over his tired face.
“This talk of ours is going to be very short if you won’t tell me what you’re thinking,” Astarion sat down on the bed next to Gale with his back against the headboard. The two of them sat quietly on the bed. Astarion had already decided that if Gale wanted to have this conversation, then he was going to have to be the one to start it, so he looked at Gale and gestured vaguely. “Well?”
Gale looked at him, casually letting his eyes roam over Astarion’s body, and Astarion smirked when they made eye contact again. “I guess I’ll start by saying that I’m sorry– we may have initiated the kiss at the same time, but the fact that it got to that point is definitely my fault. I egged you on, and–”
“Okay, stop, just. Stop,” Astarion interjected. “This is no more your fault than it is mine. It doesn’t matter who flirted with who first, or who egged who on or whatever other ways you’ve convinced yourself that you’re to blame. The end result was still the same: neither of us said stop. Before you came to our room, Fallon asked me how far it would have gone if she hadn’t walked in on us. I told her I didn’t know, but I said it as an act of self preservation.”
Gale stared at Astarion for a beat, blinking as his brain processed the information presented to him. “What are you saying?”
“Gale, darling, I know you’re not that dense,” Astarion sighed exasperatedly, and it was Gale’s turn to smirk. The sorcerer was toying with him. The bastard was going to make him say it. “I’m saying that I probably would have let it go as far as you would have let me take it.”
Gale nodded in agreement. “I–I can’t say for sure how far I would have let it go, because admittedly, you would have been, erm– you’re the first person of the male persuasion that I’ve ever been with,” Gale coughed as he started blushing again.
Astarion gave Gale an endearing look, a soft smile appearing on his face. “I was your first?”
“Of course that’s the part of this you’re focusing on,” Gale closed his eyes and sighed, as though he was already regretting admitting this information. “Yes, you were, and I do think things would have probably gone a bit further than where we were when Fallon walked in.”
Quiet fell between them and Astarion nodded, considering all of the information. “Well. Alright then.”
“Alright then,” Gale repeated, nodding. “What do we do now?”
Astarion laughed bitterly. “ We aren’t doing anything, darling, because what happens next depends entirely on Fallon. I may have enjoyed myself in the moment, but if she wakes up tomorrow and decides she’s not okay with this ever happening again, it will never happen again.”
“I was going to ask you about that—obviously I came in a bit late to the conversation, but did I hear her correctly when she said that she’d…considered this as a possibility already?” Gale asked, his tone laced with surprise.
“Apparently so. I think it might be the only reason we’re not dead right now, since she’s not mad about what happened, but how.” Astarion shifted on the bed so he was laying with his hands behind his head on the pillow.
“How do you feel about that?” Gale asked curiously, sliding down the bed with a yawn and laying on his side to face Astarion.
Astarion pondered for a moment or two, twisting his fingers in hair at the nape of his neck. “I don’t hate the idea,” He admitted and turned his head to look at Gale curiously. “Are we just going to gloss over the fact that you’re still in love with Fallon?”
Gale blushed again, and Astarion was beginning to wonder if the rosy hue on Gale’s cheeks would be permanent now. “Ah yes. That. I meant what I said before about not doing anything about it. What’s the phrase? If you love someone, let them go, and if they’re meant to come back to you, they will,” Astarion knew all too well what Gale meant. Astarion had known the moment that Fallon defended him from the blood dealer at Moonrise Towers that he was going to love her for the rest of his very long, undead life. Like Gale, Astarion had been of the mind that he just wanted Fallon to be happy, and he would learn to live with just being her friend, if that’s all he was offered.
“Though I can’t say I expected her to come back to me like this. Or at all.” Gale added, referring to their current predicament.
“Is that even something you’d be interested in, Gale? I was under the impression that your views on relationships were rather… traditional .” Astarion knew Halsin propositioned Fallon with a polyamorous relationship once upon a time, and that Fallon had been open to the idea, so the fact that his lover was open to the idea of that sort of relationship with Gale and Astarion didn’t surprise the vampire. What did surprise Astarion was that Gale seemed to be considering the option, this time; seeing as when Fallon asked about Halsin, Gale had told her in no uncertain terms that their relationship would be completely monogamous or there would be no relationship.
“They used to be,” Gale admitted. “Then I found myself in this situation– caring for you, while also still loving her–You can’t tell me that if our roles were reversed, and you found out there was a chance to be with the love of your life again, that you would not consider it?”
The green dragon of jealousy did not erupt in Astarion’s chest upon hearing Gale refer to Fallon as “the love of his life” in the way Astarion thought it would, because Astarion understood how Gale felt, perhaps in a way no one else could. Fallon was the love of Astarion’s life, too, and he would do just about anything she asked of him. Fallon once told Astarion to give Gale a chance, because they had more in common than Astarion knew, and sitting there, having this conversation with Gale, Astarion was beginning to understand what she meant.
“I would,” Astarion nodded. “I think that’s the biggest thing we have in common, darling: we’re both desperately in love with her .”
Gale smiled sheepishly. “Indeed. Though I do have to ask for some clarification, for my own ego’s sake: are you okay with this idea of the three of us just because it would make her happy? Or do you–do you actually want me , too?”
The sorcerer, bless him, actually looked nervous that Astarion was going to reject him, and once again Astarion found himself completely endeared by Gale’s puppy eyes. Astarion adjusted his position and slid down the bed so he was on his side facing Gale.
“You were right, you know. About what you said a few weeks ago about Scratch. Fallon brought him into our lives, but I secretly adored him as much as she did.” Astarion admitted with a soft smile.
Gale laughed lightly and rolled his eyes. “I should be offended that I keep being compared to a stray dog in this metaphor, but I’m much too relieved that these feelings between you and I seem to be mutual to care,” The sorcerer’s brown eyes flitted to Astarion’s mouth briefly before making eye contact with Astarion again. “But you’re right. If Fallon decides she doesn’t want this anymore after tonight, it will never happen again. I like you, but I love her, and I will not hurt her a third time.”
“Agreed.”
Comfortable silence fell between them again as they stared at each other. “Any ideas on how to make it up to her if she forgives us?” Astarion chuckled after a while, and Gale joined in his laughter, shaking his head.
“Not a damn clue. Though I suspect if we put our heads together, we’ll come up with something. Waterdeep is overflowing with opportunities to romance our way back into Fallon’s good graces, should she decide that is what she wants.” There was a mischievous glint in Gale’s eyes as he spoke, and Astarion returned Gale’s stare with a coy look of his own.
“Is that so?”
Gale opened his mouth to reply, and instead, a yawn came out. “Forgive me, I assure you that your company does not bore me. It’s just been a long night, and this human’s body is exhausted.”
Astarion smiled at him and nodded. They could finish this conversation tomorrow, now that the worst of it was out of the way. He leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to Gale’s forehead before making himself more comfortable so he could sleep as well. “Sleep, darling. I’ll be here when you wake up, and not just because I have nowhere else to go.”
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I posted 1,437 times in 2022
That's 43 more posts than 2021!
242 posts created (17%) (a large number of which are your asks)
1,195 posts reblogged (83%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@heytheredeann
@mirilyawrites
@coaldustcanary
@abitofboth
@clottedcreamfudge
I tagged 1,437 of my posts in 2022
(last year I tagged this tumblr year in review post as 'in which i am napollya trash' and it looks like that definitely still applies this year)
#tmfu - 417 posts
#napollya - 293 posts
#mcu - 218 posts
#loki - 168 posts
#lokius - 158 posts
#asks and answers - 155 posts
#fanfic - 121 posts
#illya kuryakin - 94 posts
#napoleon solo - 91 posts
#the man from uncle - 87 posts
Longest Tag: 137 characters (what a tag, lol)
#the face you make when you found out you've just been tortured because your allies decided your life was worth using as a bargaining chip
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
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#4
Guess who rewatched TMFU last night???
I feel inspired to talk about the end of the movie and our favorite spies' first mission as UNCLE. Caveat that these are all just my interpretations/headcanons, and aren't the only ones out there! I've been thinking about this recently because of Hard to be Soft, Tough to be Tender, which I set very early in their partnership. Namely, we get this moment, where they all look, as @heytheredeann always so accurately puts it, entirely victimized by the news that they have to keep working together:
Now this comes not long after this little moment, where Illya allows his fondness to slip out in that tiny smile, and then realizes what he's done and immediately hides behind his glass of Scotch.
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#3
No thoughts only Illya Kuryakin in short shorts.
(A bit of a different WIP Wednesday for you... this is what my brain has decided is taking over my spare time recently. And oh yeah, there's a fic that goes along with this.)
123 notes - Posted May 18, 2022
#2
I HAD to do it, y’all. (insp. [with original meme], insp.)
221 notes - Posted August 30, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
UNCLE Headquarters, 1965
Detail crop and inspiration below the cut.
Inspiration:
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299 notes - Posted July 20, 2022
Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →
#tumblr2022#year in review#tumblr year in review#in which i am still napollya trash#i do love the collection of so much of my art here#thanks to all the people who liked and reblogged them
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Hello! Hope you are having such a lovely day, or could be night!
just wanted to ask if u have any current works (rp memes) on the list to do or drop here on tumblr?
I wasn't sure if sending u this ask since I do not wanna make you uncomfortable. It was simply something i was wondering😭😭
No need to answer this if u don't want to tho no worries<3
bestie this isn't making me uncomfortable whatsoever!! i love talking abt my works in progress, i just feel weird dropping them on the dash unprompted! so tysm for asking me!!
so at the moment i'm actually working back through the memes people have requested, some of which have already been done, but i have a few on the pile that i'm working on quite a bit!
royal au themed prompts! two lists tho. possibly three. so one is more generic, the other is based on a request i received a little while ago, and the third is actually more about the idea of a revolution, so we'll see how those work out!
prompts based around cooking, baking and food in general! but mostly stuff you might hear or do in a kitchen setting!
i had a few requests over the last year or so for prompts based around foster kids or adoptive families, but unfortunately the laws and systems surrounding foster families and adoption are very different depending on each country, so i'm trying to research it as best i can so that we have a nice solid list that's both realistic but also very respectful!
night time memes!
this is another project but it's like. i think people seem happy with it, but i worry! so it's basically prompts based on some of my absolute favorite tags that people have used while reblogging my prompts! everyone's so feckin funny and cute and sweet about them, and some of the tags have actually had me cackling in my room over them! but again, anxiety stands in my way, but i'll see if that one turns out okay!
so, this might not work out very well either, but i'm nothing if not determined! i have recently been rewatching survival type series, and i'm about to start rewatching lost, but only some of it, so i'm thinking of doing a list of like, 'stranded' type prompts? so gathering supplies and building a shelter and trying to get off the island and stuff like that?
it's a small list, granted, but also inspiration can strike at the most random of times! tysm for asking, my love!! and i hope you're having an absolutely lovely week!!
#ooc.#mobile.#cinnanon roll.#( lads i get so stupidly soft when people send these in )#( NEVER worry that i'm going to be uncomfortable!! )#( unless you're being an outrageously nasty person )#( i genuinely cannot get enough of these messages! )#( even if i'm slower than a wet week of sundays when i'm responding to them! )#not rp related.
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I posted 153 times in 2022
That's 153 more posts than 2021!
152 posts created (99%)
1 post reblogged (1%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@prince-cakes
I tagged 151 of my posts in 2022
Only 1% of my posts had no tags
#mcyt - 11 posts
#toh - 11 posts
#the owl house - 11 posts
#mcu - 10 posts
#double life - 9 posts
#dlsmp - 9 posts
#marvel - 9 posts
#dc - 8 posts
#double life smp - 8 posts
#batman - 7 posts
Longest Tag: 118 characters
#you cant just give me the kind of music that tickles my adhd brain just right and not expect me to ascend into nirvana
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
Lumity kiss, Heartstopper renewed, Dan Howell tour, still reeling over OFMD, Lady Thor and Valkyrie in Thor: Love and Thunder, Viktor Hargreeves trans rep, a gaggle of mcyts with huge platforms came out, pride month is less than 2 weeks away
WE DIDN’T START THE FIRE
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#4
Its an early Thursday morning. 6:00am, on the dot. I’m waking up at this hour because I’ve accidentally become slightly nocturnal again, and had fallen asleep at about 7pm the night before. No matter, I think as I chase away the last remnants of sleep. Time to check the news.
Its there, at the top of the Twitter trending tab, that I see it:
BREAKING: Buckingham Palace says Queen Elizabeth II is under medical supervision because doctors are "concerned for Her Majesty’s health."
Many of the Royal Family are at her side. The people of the United Kingdom are preparing for the worst. I feel adrenaline coursing through my veins.
Tumblr, I think in a moment of hysteria. I must go to Tumblr. They must be in a state of euphoria over the news.
I head over to Tumblr.
I check the trending page, expecting “Queen Elizabeth” or “down with the monarchy” or something of the sort to be at the #1 spot on the tab.
Surely, at the very least, “crab rave”
Right?
...
I stare blankly at my screen. I am in a state of shock. Too stunned to speak, some may say.
How? I beseech. How is this trending over the Queen of England’s health scare? The one that may very well cause of the end of the British monarchy as we know it?!
But I’ve been on this Hellsite longer than I’ve been able to formulate intelligent thoughts. I know they wouldn’t trend Undertale this high for no reason. And if its a new Deltarune update, well, I certainly can’t complain. I am a fan of the franchise, after all.
So I check the Undertale tag.
“AND WITH THAT, SANS UNDERTALE HAS OFFICIALLY BEEN CROWNED ULTIMATE TUMBLR SEXYMAN”
As the Sisters Moirai would have it, I had peacefully slept through a war. A war of ultimate consequence, that would decide the fate of two illustrious*, two remarkably renown communities, nay, kingdoms, over who could win perhaps the greatest, most dangerous prize. A prize which has spilt endless miles of bloodshed in its pursuit, which has devastated entire lands, decimated people in both mind and body until they were completely and utterly unrecognizable.
The prize, the title, of who was to be... the Ultimate Tumblr Sexyman.
The contenders: Sans the Skeleton of the hit RPG “Undertale” and Reigen Arataka from the popular shonen anime “Mob Psycho 100”
As it was transcribed, the battle had met many close encounters, but in the end, Sans the Skeleton would come to win the crown and claim victory over Reigen by a total of 420 votes (i shit you not it was 420 votes exactly i cannot believe you assholes managed to get it by 420 votes yall are actual meme trash and i am both disgusted and awe inspired by your cursed efforts)
Though I was unable to experience the spectacle myself, I had bore direct witness to the fallout. The internet now had an abundance of Super Smash-like fan content of Sans and Reigen engaged in combat, and there was an apparent brief rise in S̵͖̫̿̌ạ̸̛̎̚n̶͔͈͗͂̄s̷͉̚m̴͌͋͜͝a̴̻͚̺͛͆ē̶̤̔͗d̶̛̖̰͒͊a̷͙̜͙̾͗. Toby Fox himself has gotten involved by using Twitter to publish fanfiction. That was perhaps the hardest for me to accept.
Thus, it was on September 7 of the year 2022 that the battle of Sans vs Reigen had occurred and concluded. From what I had heard, it was a legendary event that would be seared into the minds of every Tumblrina, and forever remembered throughout the tales of human history.
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I took more psychic damage waking up to all of this than I did the day my father ended up in hospice after having a stroke on a school day so thanks for that and have a good one
* “well known, respected, and admired for past achievements”; yes I knew some of you would struggle with this one
851 notes - Posted September 8, 2022
#3
Me, who hasn’t watched Miraculous a day in my life, seeing Adrienette become canon after 5,420,069 years of the show teasing it:
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#2
Come get your badge lovelies~
9,074 notes - Posted September 8, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
So to recap (July 2022 edition) we got:
- 4th of July shooting in Highland Park + a shooting in Chicago
- anyone with a uterus has less rights than an assault rifle in the U.S.; right-wing Scotus can get hit by a plane
- Edit: Native Americans have been added to the list of people with less right than an assault rifle in the U.S.
- a third of the British Parliament resigning from various government positions cause of how much everyone hates Boris Johnson
- Edit: Boris Johnson has now resigned cause of how much everyone hates Boris Johnson
- Shinzo Abe, former Prime Minister of Japan, got shot while giving a speech
- Edit: *Former Former Prime Minister... he got Lincoln’d
- a far-right French politician accidentally pinned the assassination of Shinzo Abe on popular video game designer Hideo Kojima, which a major Greek news outlet relayed, only furthering the idea that Kojima did it
- the war in Ukraine is still going on
- the state of Canada can be summarized by this image: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/862558639735046146/995130724791365652/unkown.png
- Hunter Biden got trending on twitter for the hundredth time and nobody gives a shit seriously who gives a shit conservatives get him trending for literally breathing why is this still happening-
- Edit: ... Users of the well known “incel” website 4chan supposedly hacked the iPhone of U.S. President Joe Biden’s son Hunter Biden and allegedly exposed the both of them as pedophiles, among many other things. Sweet shitting Christ almighty, if this is true, I have been proven incorrect in possibly the most cursed way imaginable, and it is a testament to my willpower and spite that I have not fallen in alcoholism from this news piece alone
- Baymax is a Leftist
- the U.S. House Select Committee began holding live public hearings for the January 6 insurrection and no one noticed
- Kazuki Takahashi, the creator of the popular anime and playing card game Yu-Gi-Oh!, passed away (R.I.P., may he finally be free to kick Shinzo Abe’s ass without consequence in that great dueling arena in the sky...)
- the Argentinian economic minister has resigned (an announcement that was made not through any official news outlets, but via a Tweet) following an inflation crisis that is crippling the country, but all you’ll find on Twitter is people excited about the new futbol jersey for the next World Cup (no one is surprised by this)
- Elon Musk backed out of his deal to purchase Twitter for $44 billion; it was believed he didn’t know the meaning of the term “pulling out” so this was quite the surprise
- Edit: Twitter is now suing Elon Musk for not buying Twitter
- the President of Sri Lanka (not to be confused with the Prime Minister, because they apparently have both) pulled a Ted Cruz and has fled the country after citizens stormed the presidential palace in a mass riot following the announcing of the country being officially bankrupt (which the Prime Minister, not to be confused with the President, totally didn’t cause via corruption in office). The citizens involved in the protest then stormed the house of the PM, and took a swim in his pool promptly before sacking and burning the place, thus proving the month of July is truly a Hot Girl Summer
Edit: Both the PM and President of Sri Lanka have agreed to resign their positions; that is two world leader resignations and one former world leader assassination in one week; I now have the sudden urge to drink myself into 2040
12,179 notes - Posted July 7, 2022
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#tumblr2022#year in review#my 2022 tumblr year in review#your tumblr year in review#thanks for being here yall#see you in the next one#happy new year
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Skarlet: Our daughter said "fuck" today.
Erron: Where the fuck did she hear that?
Skarlet: ...
Erron: ...
#skarron#mk skarlet#erron black#mk headcanons#mk meme#inspired by that meme I reblogged last night. I HAD TO!#yes I'm thinking up Skarron bbs; I see them having 2 girls.
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where do we go from here?
hello everyone! if you are reading this, I hope you have read the latest and final chapter of Heart Pangs!
first I wanna start off by saying thank you to… literally everyone. Heart Pangs started off as a fun little idea in my head that I kept thinking about until it became several fun little ideas all smooshed together. I never really intended to write it out as a full novel. I just have a really hard time keeping my ideas (that I like) to myself and ended up typing a good portion of what I had come up with to my friend. at that point, I decided I might as well start typing everything out in full. I ended up being quite pleased with what I was writing, and from there, I figured… I have a vore blog, might as well share it there.
over the course of nearly a year and a half, this blog went from a place where I quietly reblogged content I liked to being a hub for people taking interest in my story and the world I had created. I began receiving asks and pm’s from people reaching out to tell me how they enjoyed my story. many took an interest in the world building. every once in awhile someone would tell me that new chapters every Friday were what would get them through the week. each of these interactions meant the world to me. I knew a vore novel was never really going to get madly popular, but the amount of attention HP has gotten becomes honestly mind-blowing when I start thinking about it too much.
when I made the quiet decision to post Chapter 1 late one October night of 2020, the year from hell, little did I know what sort of snowball effect I was starting. I went from just somewhat lurking on this site and in this community, to meeting so many new people and making so many new friends. I’ve learned so many new things and made connections that I never would have thought possible a year ago.
one of my dreams in life has always been to be an inspiration to someone, particularly though my stories. now I look at all that Heart Pangs has inspired and am filled with joy and pride. so much artwork, fanfictions, edits, and even a few memes. it’s even managed to inspire some others to start their own vore blogs and post their own original content. seeing all the creativity blossom this last year or so has truly been a pleasure.
but enough about all that. what about the question everyone probably came here looking for an answer to? where do we go from here?
well, definitely not very far. the world and characters of HP are firmly lodged in my brain. I have ideas for bonus chapters, one-shots, AU’s, you name it, all floating around in my head. I also have ideas for exploring other stories within this world, particularly in another time period. I think it would be fun to explore a century where the relationship between preds and prey is much different than in HP. I’m not sure how many ideas will be put into written word, but rest assured, there will probably be a few posted in the future.
also! I plan to post an rp my friend and I did way back when featuring Lux and a prey OC of theirs. it just… needs some cleaning up. I think maybe some of y’all will like it tho! we did it pretty early on and it really helped me figure out Lux as a character. it’s also the origin of the grocery store, Sprockets, which is mentioned off-handly twice within the text of HP. BUT ALSO, more importantly, it’s the place of origin for one Cecil Scarberry. so I hope that piques some people’s interest.
surprisingly, however, I do actually have ideas completely unrelated to HP that would be relevant to this blog. now that I have more time on my hands, I might actually get to write and post them. not sure if they’ll ever be able to match up to the attention I’ve gotten with HP, but if you like the themes I included there, some of y’all might be interested in some of my other ideas.
AND FINALLY! I have been spending a lot of time contemplating self-publishing Heart Pangs. more for me than anything. I would be quite happy to have a solid copy of this story to put on my shelf. but, of course, in case anyone else is interested, I will make sure to keep this blog updated with info on that. this probably won’t be a fully realized thing for awhile, however. I would like to spend extra time proofreading, editing, and even re-writing parts of all 70 chapters of this novel before I put it permanently put on page. but I really, really would like to make it happen, so we’ll see.
thank you all so much for the love and support these past 70 weeks. y’all are the real reason I was able to make it this far. and now… I must rest for a time. when I emerge from my slumber, I’ll hopefully be refreshed and ready to go with more of that sweet, sweet content
Ado!
#is this post unnecessarily long?#yes yes of course#y’all should know by now that Very Long is simply The Lecker Way#but! I hope some of y’all read and feel my love and joy <33
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