#trafficteamsupportexchange

Hello! this is for @bonthebanana for the @trafficteamsupportexchange I drew the Bamboozlers I hope you like it :-)

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Some info/lore under cut

Reblogs and filling out the form above are very appreciated!

Hello! I had the idea of running a traffic life series gift exchange hosted on AO3 and focused on canon life series groups and their team dynamics.

You must have an AO3 account with gift receiving turned on and a Discord for communication purposes to sign-up. You can create and receive a 1.5 minimum fanfic or a fully finished digital fanart.

A server and dedicated Tumblr blog will get created if I end up hosting this. Posting on AO3 will be required and posting on Tumblr is optional, but you'll have to @ me when you post. More details will come later, but this is just an interest check.

In your sign-ups (assuming people are interested), you will use relationship tags that already exist with the default assumption of them being platonic teammates. In your wants, you can express any desires you have for specific members dynamics, such as what they mean to each other (romantically involved, siblings/family, best friends, etc). I suggest requesting more than one team or potential dynamic to help limit things going to pinch hitters.

If you have any questions, let me know and I'll answer. I'll use the tag #trafficteamsupportexchange on any post related to this exchange for now and #ttse question answering for any posts that answer questions sent via my asks or the interest form :D

My gift for @sp-ace11 for the @trafficteamsupportexchange

treebark | wild life | angst

Summary:

Grabbing Ren had been instinct. Feelings that he had buried deep down long ago were being dug out against his will, clawing their way back into his chest. Ren’s arms were warm around him, wrapped around his waist like a vice.

I swear that I loved you.

Martyn crashed the boat against the river's edge and scrambled out, getting as far away from Ren’s arms as possible. He made a conscious effort not to appear strange in his movement, knowing that Ren was too observant for his own good. After all, Ren didn’t know. Ren didn’t- couldn’t remember the past games, much less know about the ones he missed.

I swear, I swear.

“Are you—you’re doing okay? With the play, with our storyline?” Scott asks, something achingly earnest in his voice. Pearl blinks. That… was not what she was expecting. Still, she supposes it makes sense. In real life, Scott is the best QPP Pearl could ask for, and she can’t imagine anyone she’s closer to, or anyone she’d rather give such a role in her life. In the play, though… well, in the play, Pearl and Scott hate each other, to put it bluntly.