#im being brave and putting this in the tags but please I do not need to know if you dont like it

[malacandrax]

Somebody asked where kidstarion got the teddy and I went uh. too far drawing dad content.

#kidstarion #astarion #halsin #gale dekarios #oakweave #they arent even together here #yet #im being brave and putting this in the tags but please I do not need to know if you dont like it #its what I think abt when im having a bad time it's comfort food for Me #and this year has been ASS

[kame-writes]

Concerning the media overlords au:

First of all: I love it! Thank you for sharing the idea with us <33

Second: Does Alastor live in the tower with the other Vees? And does Alastor still move into the hotel? If yes, on a scale of one to absolutely how sad/pissed/jealous is Vox after receiving this info?

3. I'd like to imagine Velvette's fingers are constantly itching to get ahold of that handsome deer man, who doesn't know how to dress himself properly or trendy, and give his wardrobe an upgrade. Could you imagine this happening? (Maybe with lots of alcohol involved. So that he would at least temporarily let her experiment with his clothes. Bonus points if she is able to take picture too. Vox would obviously make himself some copies for.. private reasons...) Do you see my vision?? Can you see it??

4. Can Vox convince Alastor to do more audio features within their network? Like podcasts or interviews and the like? Or are they just screams as well? (I recently discovered a podcast about cooking, where each week they talk about one ingredient and explain a recipe with it. I think this would fit Alastor's preferences very well.. tho the ingredients might not be as commonly used now that I think about it... anyhow... now I can't stop thinking about Hannibal and Alastor hosting a food podcast.. oops.. sorry, but not really)

5. You mentioned that Husk still works in his casino, if he isn't needed. Do you have any headcanons for Niffty's whereabouts?

Anyway that's all for now! Have a lovely day/night! <33

p.s. Sorry if this ask is intrusive. For some questions it's pretty clear that I've already imagined something for myself that may or may not fit with your vision of this au. If you feel like I overstepped, feel free to ignore this or send me an alastor_fuck_u. gif :D

Im am very happy to have questions asked! You have no idea how many ideas i have and dont know what to do with xD

I'd love to see other peoples headcanons and ideas for this universe, if anyone does anything for it then please tag me so i can see ^^

This is gonna get long so I've put it under a read more

2: No one is really sure if he lives there or just works there. He HAS his own suite in the tower, but he's not always there when they go look for him, and not being able to find him is very a common occurrence, made more frustrating because he refuses to carry or awnser the mobile phone they forced on him. He hangs around in the common areas like the kitchen and living room sometimes. And if they do manage to rope him into something like a movie night its a huge hassle, because he will insist on a black and white or silent film if he HAS to engage with the tv, and Vel and Val hate those.

The whole top of the Tower is dominated by his large Radio tower though, its slightly seperated from the rest of the building, suspended above it with a staircase/ladder to enter the hatch. Valentino is usually not brave enough to check there for Alastor.

Its the same with the hotel. He does move into his own room there, but goes back and forth a lot, and doesnt have a schedule. Vox tires to pretend hes fine with it at first but often ends up the hotel to be a pain in the ass to Charlie, and getting kicked out by the staff of Alastor. Hes convinced himself that Alastor will lose interest sooner rather than later, and the others just tune out his whining at this point. No one buys it when he claims he didnt even notice Alastor was gone as soon as the Radio Demon gets back to the tower.

3: I may be planning to draw this haha He does let her dress him up ocassionally, he has a few differant suits he's approved of and kept, but does wear his original the most the time. Velvette has a line of 'Vintage chic' clothing that partly started as a way to get Alastor to agree to changing his 'ratty ass old man style' by appealing to clothes that were updated takes on his era. He still very rarely leaves the tower in anything but his own usual attire.

He does on rare occasions allow photos to be taken of him by the vees (and once, later on by charlie, under strict instructions that she keeps it to herself) but no video. And none under any circumstances are allowed on social media. He has blown up a few phones that have attempted, both the Vees and employees.

4: Alastor has agreed to be on a podcast a few times, but its rare, and only if its somehting hes really interested in talking about. It's one of the few modern things he approves of since its just a version of a radio talk show. Same with interviews, he keeps them even more extremly rare, and the mystery of the radio Demon keeps sinners in fear more than him being in the public. Vox always wants him to do more since the ratings sky rocket when Alastor features.

When Alastor has done an interview it is with his back to the camera, and sitting in a large wingbacked stupidly over the top ornate chair, that hides him from being seen, except maybe the top tuffs of his ears and antlers. And he doesnt reveal much about himself when he does. The chair is partly to hide him, and partly to stop the equitment form glitching too much. He likes to pulls faces and makes gestures deliberatly made to make Vox falter and look stupid on camera, since hes the only one who can see him in that chair.

He has teased on his own radio show that one 'lucky' sinner may get the chance to be on both a guest star on his radio broadcast AND a livestream if the mood takes. Valentino had to inform him that what he's referring to is called a snuff film

5: Niffty gets moved to the hotel pretty much full time once Alastor gets involved, Husk is a part time employee, but ends up spending less time at his casino as time goes on.

Valentino is happy Niffty is gone because she creeps him out, she ocassionally hung around his studio during work hours, especially if theyre doing a scene with 'bad boys'. Vox isn't bothered. Velvette is not happy, especially that Niffty is reduced to a maid/janitor for the hotel, and makes that very known to Alastor. Velvette loves Niffty, they are chaos sisters and work on very sketchy sounding potions together, and gang up against the boys.

Niffty is also a great seamstress herself and brings her designs to Velvette like an excited child showing off their latest art project. Almost none of these get used, but Vel has fun forcing models to parade around the studio and work in something Nifftys made, they often include bugs and bodyparts, Velvette finds this halarious.

#asks #media overlords au #hazbin hotel au #hazbin hotel #hazbin valentino #hazbin alastor #hazbin vox #hazbin velvette #hazbin niffty #headcanons #au headcanons #vox #velvette #valentino #Alastor #alastor radio demon #vees #the vs #the vees #v tower #radiosilence #radiostatic #qpr #queer platonic relationship #helluverse #hellaverse

[aliorsboxostuff]

When I tell you that the Joel miller x trans!reader fic was the best thing I’ve read in a while I mean that. The way you just integrated the character into the already existing storyline without really changing it was absolutely everything. If your up for it I was wondering if you could write a fic about Joel and trans!reader knowing each other in the QZ and what it would look like to have a relationship with him there or before the relationship. Maybe some Tess too? I completely understand if you’re not up for this request but if you are thank you so much. 😊

AGHH this turned out so short but I didn't know what else to put im so sorry anon!! I really love the idea but I think building the whole backstory before Joel and Tess got out of the QZ is a bit hard. As usual, please excuse my writing if there were any mistakes, I do hope you enjoyed it anon! 

Hounds

Tags: Joel Miller x ftm!Reader, Tess, Before leaving QZ, Tess being the badass she is, Tender Joel, bind safely everyone!, Tender Lovin’, Mostly Fluff, a bit of smut, just dirty thoughts tho, Established Relationship, Bisexual Joel, Bisexual Tess

Tess and her hounds. They follow as her shadow. Pick a fight with her, you pick a fight with all three of them. Tess has always been seen with those two, even walking into the same apartment where they all live. But behind closed doors, no one knows that Tess lives alone while Joel stays with his boyfriend. 

3rd POV

Tess was popular amongst the Boston QZ. Not popular, per se, but known for her strengths and determination. For her headstrong and immovable demeanor. Another thing that boosts her status are her hounds. 

Joel Miller was one thing. Stone cold, dead eyes. Picking a fight with him is the same as picking a casket, according to those who have seen his combat with their own eye. His threats are not to be taken lightly, because when that man says he’ll break your jaw, he’d do just that in the next second. People have seen a fair share of his skills with a gun, and it's not to be messed with. Rumour has it that he’s the one burning infected kids, not a shadow of a doubt in throwing a human into the fire pit. 

The other guy, he's another thing. Don't underestimate him as Joel's shadow, because he might as well be standing at the same podium Joel does with his strengths. He smiles and waves, acting as the good guy for the two of them, but behind those sweet eyes are thoughts malicious enough to be kicked out of the QZ, plans that would impress even Tess. He might not be a stud but he’s the one doing the slippery parts. Countless times, Joel always ends up with the upper hand in a situation with his help. Body as agile as a deer, he’s the hands of the operation. If anyone dares to mess with him, you can bet Joel is right behind them with a gun cocked.

Tess and her hounds. Her boys, the ones that help her operation. Not that she’d need it, but it makes clean-up easier. No one dares to keep Tess away from them, unless she says so herself. Only the most ballsy illegal sellers are brave enough to negotiate with her, because most of the time they'll give her the thing she wants just like that, out of fear and respect.

—

How you first met Joel was through Tess herself.

You were notorious for stealing small but valuable things from FEDRA agents. A stash of guns and bullets, cards and drugs inside your home. Most of the things you don't even use, but due to your ability to pickpocket most if not all of the gullible FEDRA agents, you’ve gained an abundance of them. Your most prized possessions were the firearms you managed to steal or negotiate off of agents. Those are located under your bed, in an inconspicuous box, loaded with extra bullets on the side.

Tess had apparently caught a whiff of your gossip around the QZ, of the ‘Invisible Pick-pocketer’ the agents are having a hard time looking for. As much as she hates to admit it, her strong suit is negotiation, and Joel wasn't exactly the sleekest person for a job like stealing small shit. 

So, one Wednesday morning, in one of the food stalls in the QZ, Tess approached you. 

“Sorry I don't work with anyone,” You were focused on the bowl of food in front of you, scarfing it down because you missed your dinner.

“You might wanna look up first,” A voice of a woman you didn't recognize. So you placed the bowl down, putting on your stone-cold mask before looking at the source of the voice and you almost shit yourself. The most feared woman is standing in front of you, arms crossed with a brow arched. You gulp, trying to salvage what that hardened demeanor you could. 

“I’m- Tess, right?” The edge of her lips raises.

“So you’ve heard,” She leans into the small table, her hair covering one side of her face. Your eyes widen, fear shoots up your spine. “And I’ve heard about you too,” 

“Oh- uh- really?” You cough into your hand, avoiding her eyes.

“You’re the pickpocket, right? The ones FEDRA can't seem to find?” Her grin becomes dangerous. “I have a proposition,” 

She crosses her hands on top of the table, entwining her fingers. “You know me, I know you, we both know what we can do,” 

“Yeah,” You arch a brow, curious. 

“How about you join me? We could use a hand like you, literally,” Her eyes fall to where your hands are, old scars from the fire incident still evident on the back of your hands. It took a second for you to consider before you realize—

“Wait, we? You and… Miller?” 

“Yeah, who else?” Tess leans back into their chair, her arms crossed again. 

“You won't mind? I thought you two worked together, ‘cuz y’know…” You tilted your head, hoping she would take the hint, which she does and immediately cackles, covering her mouth to the side. 

“Me and Joel? Fuck no! I don't swing that way,” Then she seems to retract herself. “Well, I do, but he’s not my type,” 

“Oh, okay, cool, I'm cool with that…” Tess rolls her eyes at your answer before she stands, mumbling something about ‘youths’ and saying ‘cool’ under her breath. She turns towards you, inclining her head towards the street. 

“C’mon, you have to meet Joel.”

—

“Maybe should've taken that break earlier,” You groan, lifting up your shirt as you rubbed at your sides.

“Told you should've taken it but ya’ didn't, now-”

“Look what happens, yeah yeah I know,” You huff, Joel's disappointed stare burning at your back. Feeling the relief of finally taking off your sticky shirt, you stood by the bed as you began to peel off the body tape, taking lungfuls after the busy day. The tape at this point has soaked up most of your sweat, disgusting as it is. When it's at its last loops, calloused hands find its place on your waist, then Joel's comforting weight as he settles behind you.

You feel his coarse beard against your nape as he places a kiss there, his warm breath makes you sigh. Careful, shaking hands replace yours and continues unwrapping the body tape until it falls in a heap next to your leg. Joel places one hand on your stomach, the other rubbing circles on your waist.

“Thank you,” You smile, leaning into his touch as Joel murmurs his answer. He runs a calloused hand up to your shoulder, then between them, pushing slightly until you arch under his touch. He presses another kiss just above where his hand is pushing, before he relents and both of his hands fall to your waist.

“Tess is coming for dinner,” He says, voice ghosting at the shell of your ear. You suppress a shiver, gulping instead.

“Then let me get ready,” You smirk, feeling Joel's hand releasing you as you slip away from his grasp. You turn, placing a short kiss on his cheek before patting it twice. He raises his brow, which makes you grin. “Go wash up,”

Dinner went on as usual. For the past months, Tess, Joel, and you have been planning on escaping the QZ in search of Tommy. He hasn't been replying back Joel’s messages and knowing you and Tess won't be leaving Joel to go out by himself, Tess has been going around looking for information and parts.

“I got a trail. Some guy got the battery we need for the truck. I can track him down this week but I need you to cover my shifts in the afternoon,” Tess points her fork at you, which you instantly nod at. “Joel, keep gathering cards. I have a bad feeling we might need to bribe our way out,” 

Joel hums his answer and that's the end of the dinner. While it worked more as a meetup hour for the three of you, the little bits of food are enough to simulate what it would be like if the world wasn't like this.

As you begin to wash the dishes, your mind wanders to a simple, easier life. Tess would come over, maybe bring her partner, to have dinner together. You’d cook something for the group, something you and Joel enjoy. Wine would be involved, sweetening the night, and there wouldn't be talks about truck engines and unresponsive brother. Maybe Tommy would come over too, have dinner with Joel and he can meet his boyfriend. Then once dinner is over, you and Joel can take the leftover wine and bring it to the porch, settling side by side as the night sky flies by. A simpler world, a better world-

“Hey, you okay?” Joel's hand stops you from jolting, a grounding weight on your arm.

“Y-yeah, sorry,” You dry your hands on the dish towel, noticing the slight quiver it holds. You could practically feel Tess’ eyes on your back. You inhale, straightening yourself before you turn. “I got your shifts covered Tess, don't worry,”

“Make sure that trail isn't some bullshit, yeah?”

“Always do,” She nods, gulping down the last of her drink before she stands. 

“I’ll take my leave, good night boys,” She smiles, before you walk her to the door and shut it behind her with a last wave. You place the lock in its place, standing there just for a minute. Joel makes his way behind you, a reassuring hand on the small of your back.

“Let's go to bed,” You find yourself nodding. 

After washing up and clearing the table, you change into a simple shirt and briefs while Joel changes into his sleep clothes. He usually falls into bed with his day clothes on if he’s too tired and cares far less, but by your request, he changes to a shirt and pants when he can. 

As you pull back the thick excuse of a blanket, the bed creaks when Joel lays down and you follow suit, leaving the blanket at your feet knowing how hot the night could get. Joel turns and you instinctively wrap your arms around his middle, the man buries himself deeper into the pillows. 

“What were you thinking about?” Knowing your boyfriend, it’ll take a while for him to fall into slumber. He slowly laces his fingers with yours and you feel the brush of his lips against your knuckles. You tighten your arms.

“You ever wanna…” You blink at the small stars above. “You ever thought of living a different life?”

“Have a ranch somewhere, and we can… We have a normal dinner, and we’ll invite Tess and shit…” You feel your lips quirk before a beat of silence, then another kiss pressed on your knuckles. 

“Yeah, I do,” Joel turns slightly, looking out the same window into the same night sky. “We can raise sheep,”

You let out a chuckle, nuzzling into Joel's short curls when he only huffs, quietly rolling his eyes. The idea of farmer Joel, tending to his little sheep as they run around him. An image of him wearing nothing but a stetson suddenly flashes across your eyes, quickly killing your laugh, making you hide your red cheeks into Joel's nape.

“What?” He gruffly asks, unable to turn because of your arms.

“Nothin’,” You mumble, still hiding behind your boyfriend at which Joel only huffs before settling back to bed. The blush finally ebbs away and is replaced with a smile instead as you take lungfuls of Joel's scent, lulling you to sleep.

“Good night, Joel,” Joel tightens his hold on your hand.

“Good night, darlin’,” 

Requests are opened! Reblogs appreciated <3!

#joel miller hbo #hbo joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller #joel miller x male reader #joel miller x trans!reader #joel miller x ftm reader #pedro pascal roles #pedro pascal characters #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fic

[heyzeil]

Hey I have something important to share:

I have made the decision to filter out any vent tags for the sake of my own mental health.

I’d like to make it extremely clear that IT IS PERFECTLY OKAY TO VENT ON YOUR OWN BLOG!!! Venting can be a good way to let things off your chest and can actually help people!! It isn’t wrong to vent about your thoughts if you feel need. Your feelings are valid and you have every right to express them. You shouldn’t feel bad about venting. Please don’t stop yourself from venting if it really helps you. <3

And please if you have vented to me in the past DONT FEEL BAD ABOUT IT!! You didn’t know and you had no way of knowing. I’ve gotten over those times and now that I look back I am genuinely so glad you had someone to talk to. I don’t regret listening, and I was never upset with anyone and I’m certainly not upset now. Your feelings are valid, and you shouldn’t feel bad about it. Please don’t feel guilty, it was never your fault. Again, I’m genuinely very happy you had someone to talk to.

It’s just that I get very anxious about certain touchy subjects and what ends up happening is that it occupies my mind for a long while. I often end up worrying about them so much that I can start spiraling and it negativity impacts my mental, and even sometimes physical, health.

I wish I was stronger. I wish I could help more. But everything becomes too much for me. And after a genuine talk with my mother about it, we both agree that it would be for the best if I avoid those things.

I feel bad about doing this. I care about my mutuals and really anyone going through hard times. I want to listen and I wish I could be stronger for them. I thought that I could just “suck it up” and put on a brave face. And I did for a while. I thought that if I couldn’t handle being there for my friends it would just make me a selfish jerk. But now I realize I’m not the right person to do this.

Please please please don’t take this the wrong way and think that I don’t care. I do care. I care more than anything, and I genuinely hope that things get better. I want to be there for you. I’ve tried but know there’s only so much I can do. I’m with you, and I support you. I do love you and you’re all my friends. Im so sorry about everything. I wish I could be stronger. But I need to take care of myself.

I’ll always be here to try and make you smile. If you need to forget about something or you’re just really stressed and need to calm down, you’re always free to talk to me. We can find something fun to do together or we can just have a normal chat to get your mind off things. If you think that would help you, please don’t be afraid to reach out to me about that. But if you’re looking to dive into deeper waters, then I suggest talking to another trusted individual.

I guess I could’ve just blocked the tags and not have to have made a huge post about it, but I felt like you deserved some kind of explanation. It felt wrong to just leave you unaware about this. I don’t want anyone thinking I don’t care. That couldn’t be further from the truth. I care so much more than you think.

I hope and pray that you all have the right support systems that can help you through hard times. Remember that there are hotlines you can call if your mind ever goes to a darker place. I love you all and I’m here with you. Please know that I care about you and your feelings are valid to me. /gen

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Now im unsure of myself. Does this make me a bad friend? Is what I’m doing selfish? Should I rethink about this decision? I wish I was stronger. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry about everything. /gen

#Krinkle Kingdom #AND THIS ISNT DIRECTED AT ANYONE EITHER IVE HAD THIS PROBLEM FOR A WHILE NOW #all of this is /gen #tw: vent #im putting this tag here just in case #but it’s ironic isnt it?

[ddejavvu]

hi daisy, ur so nice and lovely, and i adore your writing, i rlly look up to u, so i want to know if u have any tips/advice for me getting into writing fanfic and posting it. i feel really embarrased about getting into this but ik that this is something i wanna do and that embarasment im feeling is just bc i dont now ppl irl who read fanfic or anything so ya anyway sorry !! what im trying to say is im struggling to get started, and am discoraged by the fact that i may not get good feedback on my writing, so any tips and/or advice , i would appreciate it sm !!! <33

(also you probably wont recognise me but im just on anon for comfort bc im so bad at social interaction nsdkfj </3 /lh)

babe ofc i recognize you only one person sends me messages with tone tags but you don't have to come forward i won't expose you 😌

i'm glad you enjoy my writing, and I'm glad that you enjoy my presence here too!! i'd love to give you advice, because you're not wrong, it's difficult to get started!!

the hardest thing to get over at first is the stigma around fanfiction!! it's really not something that's very outwardly common, of course tumblr is a safe space but people outside of it can be assholes! please just remember, fanfiction is not only a great way to start writing, but it's an excellent way to improve your writing, and grow with it!! you work with predetermined and pre-exposed characters and a defined setting, and of course you're taking creative liberties with the confines of the scenario and with their character, but you're able to cast away some of the burden of major character building to focus on the little things!! you're able to work with characters that you love, and it helps you fine-tune the more advanced areas of your writing because you don't need to focus on the worldbuilding! ignore what people have to say about it, i swear to god people will criticize fanfiction for being cringey and delusional and then watch porn and imagine themselves in the scenario.. like.. babe that's the same thing.. just ignore them!!

the advice that i usually give when people are scared of not getting feedback is to make sure that you're liking what you're writing! if you write something because you think other people will like it, and then it doesn't get as big as you wanted it to, you'll be discouraged. but if you write something that you think you will like, even if it doesn't get as big as you wanted it to, you'll still have it for you!!! just remember, growth doesn't have to be linear (don't get discouraged if you rack up 80 notes one day and only 30 the next, it doesn't mean you won't ever get 80+ again), and don't ever discredit your work just because not a lot of people are seeing it at first! you still wrote it, whether it was 200 words or 20,000, you wrote that and no one can take that away from you just because they don't see it

i will say though, tumblr has a difficult feedback system. the ratio of likes to reblogs can be absolutely atrocious at times (41:0 and 289:3 might be my worst), and it hurts sometimes that people don't seem to want Your Thing on Their Blog, y'know? But i guarantee you once you get a good reblog/review/piece of feedback, it's like meth. those reviews are literally good enough to break you out of that funk!! i hope you get lots of those :D

it's hard work, writing on tumblr. if not for the act of writing itself, but for the act of putting yourself out there and not knowing what you'll receive. it's a brave thing to do, and i hope it goes well for you!! if you are who i think you are i'll definitely keep an eye on your blog and make sure to check out whatever you end up posting!

#mei's mail #writing advice

[marsmarvel02]

Another Bad Story Reviewed

So, I’m back with another review. I still don’t plan on making this more than a two-time (actually three-time) thing, but who knows.

Today’s subject is another creation of UncleBilby47, but you won’t find this on their DeviantArt account: It’s a Tumblr exclusive.

Also, it’s supposedly a writing prompt but is really just a short story written in 2nd person, using its “writing prompt” disguise as an excuse to have a poor- 

-I mean, to end without resolving anything

So, without any further ado, I present this review.

So, the first thing you’ll notice upon stumbling across the Tumblr post is a truly lovely MS Paint drawing of a vase with a face on it, saying, and I quote, “hi, im a lil vase”. Yes, all lowercase, no apostrophes, and “lil”.

The text for the story/prompt actually starts above “Vaseface”, and says: ok what if you woke up one morning and the only thing you could move was your face, because you were a vase with a living human face on it, sitting on a shelf in a store in the mall? At least Bilb used a question mark correctly... (Oh, and the “just woke up that way” beginning could be used as a setup for an “It was all just a dream” twist ending, but that’s not how this will go. I wish it was, but it wasn’t.)

and you were like “whats going on???”- USE. APOSTROPHES. AND. CAPITALIZATION! Also, “you” use too many question marks. -and the product beside you on the shelf was like- ”You’re a ripoff BotBot, in a crappily written short story masquerading as a writing prompt.”  “hey youre new here right? we’re products, we’re bein sold to humans. try and get sold to a nice human ok?” For once I wish there was more exposition. What’s going on here? 

so whenever a human customer walked by you smiled a big smile at em and maybe said stuff like “hi, please buy me!!”- I was under the assumption that there was some sort of Sacred Rule Of The Mall in place that made it so the humans wouldn’t know the products were alive, but the customers know that they’re buying sentient beings? The implications of this “lil” story are freakin’ creepy! -or “hey, i bet i would look great in your home!!! please!!! im sorry!!!”- That dissolved into desperate begging way too rapidly. -and it was kind of scary- Because you’d finally THOUGHT ABOUT THE IMPLICATIONS OF THIS PREMISE! - but you had fun with your new product friends on the shelf- Dangit I should have saved my BotBots joke for this line. - and sometimes you got to talk to the employees at the store, who were like gods to you. Just some more unsettling implications and Fridge Horror, nothing to see here...

and then one day- Yes, a whole paragraph that begins with an uncapitalized “and”. - a human customer walks in and they can’t take their eyes off you- Love at first sight? How could this story get any dumbe-DON’T ANSWER THAT! -, and you try to play it cool and THEY TAKE YOU TO THE FRONT OF THE STORE TO BUY YOU!!!!- EXCLAMATION POINTS DO NOT BELONG IN THE MIDDLE OF SENTENCES, AND CERTAINLY DON’T BELONG FOUR IN A ROW!  -and you’re so happy, and the human customer puts you in a bag- I burst out laughing because of how utterly unceremonious that was. - and youre just like “my new life begins now!!!!!”- With not a thought at all about your old life, that you seem to have utterly stopped caring about the second you woke up in SlaveryLand Departemnt Store (Seriously, how bad was your life that this is preferable?!) - and in the car ride to their home you talk with them a bit and they seem really nice and theyre into the same stuff you are!!!!!! And the whole story was narrated by Not-Chip!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Before I end this review, I still have one thing to mention: Both this “writing prompt” and “My Cup OverFloweth” were tagged with “The Brave Little Toaster” despite having little to nothing to do with that film aside from the general concept of animated objects.

Now... uh, I need a signing-off catchphrase... uh... tune back in next time for Marsmarvel02′s next review!

#review #short fiction review #story review #bad fiction #bad fiction mocked #marsmarvel02 does a review

[wagner-fell]

Mari kicked down the dressing room door with a bang so loud Kevin jumped and spilled his hot coffee cup all over himself. Hearing his yelps of pain, Astrid peaked her head out of the curtain, laughed at his expense then shut it again. Maria ignored that.

They strutted out to where the boys were sitting and struck a pose. “Can I rock cottage core or can I rock cottage core?”

Kit didn’t trust himself to speak. He simply nodded instead. While the baby blue dress with short, ruffled sleeves looked a bit out of place paired with Mari’s bulging muscles, she looked absolutely stunning.

The Merry Hoes were located in the back room of the antique store Kevin’s family owned. The Chu’s just got a large donation of vintage clothing. Mari had just gotten their pay check from the downworlder gym she worked at. Kit and Astrid really didn’t want to do their maths homework. It was destiny.

Despite being downworlders both Blessica and Kevin still lived at home. Mari, though, lived with the rest of their pack in an old Edwardian mansion a few blocks away from school. However the five of them slept over at each other’s place of residence so often they blurred together in the young Herondale’s mind. He could really only tell them apart by their smells.

Mari’s reeked of dirty laundry as they were one of four folks on the feminine side of the gender scale out of the lycanthropy of London, Blessica excluded. Her house smelled like Ube, a type of yam her Filipino parents put in everything. Kit couldn’t complain. Ube flavoured ice cream was the best thing he’s ever eaten. Aside from Mari. Though he wasn’t usually the one… Nevermind.

Kevin’s house smelled of Longjing tea and red wine. A peculiar combination that oddly enough, worked quite well.

Astrid had two homes as her parents divorced at the age of six. Stepping into her mom’s house was like stepping into a cookie factory. Which made sense as her mom owned a bakery and lived above it. Kit didn’t know exactly what Astrid’s dad’s place smelled like, let alone looked like, but he could make an educated guess that it was similar to the Los Angeles Institute because it was in LA too.

After they separated, Miss Yang fled to Devon to dodge the possibility of seeing her ex-husband when they exchanged Astrid. Kit related to her on a deep, personal level.

Now Astrid spent her summers in America and Kit drained his battery on international phone calls.

Her three months in the USA each year helped him bond with her better when they had first been introduced. For example, her ringtone was the Perry the Platypus theme song. Blessica, Kevin and Maria had no clue what it was but when the music reached Kit’s ears, the two sang an epic duet that put Kiss Me More (the second most iconic duet in history) to shame.

“How much is this anyway,” asked Mari, turning in a circle to see if there was a price tag. In the process she sent the fabric fluttering as she went. It made them look more magical than ever.

“There is no price on fabulousness,” said Astrid. She had on loose, black dress pants, a white shirt, and black suspenders with gold blemishes.

“Yes there is,” replied Kevin. “54 euros.”

“54 euros,” exclaimed Mari.

“Well it would have been €34 but you made me spill my coffee and this shirt was 20 so..”

“Seriously, Kev. I will fuck your mom. You think I won’t?” A pause. “Wait, only twenty €20?”

“Oh, I know right! There is this incredible thrift store down on Fleet Street and-”

“Don’t care,” interrupted Mar. She took one last look in the mirror before turning back to him. “I’ll give you your parents' price, not your dramatic ass’s one.”

Kevin rolled his eyes. “Fine. But it’s an extra €10 for the shoes.”

Mari looked down at her tan sandals. They leaned against the door they just excited to take the footwear off. “Racist,” she muttered under her breath.

“I’m literally Chinese.”

“Homophobic, then.”

“Pansexaul,” he sang.

Mari was silent for a moment before she banged on the door into the room Blessica was changing into her rose pink gown. “Blessie! Do I have permission to call Kev transphobic in your name?”

“Hey,” said Kevin, looking up from his task of rubbing a paper towel across his sheer, white shirt. “That’s cheating. Blessie, don’t listen to them!”

The nickname ‘Blessie’ was what her family exclusively called her. She turned red when they had first found out. Granted, it wasn’t hard to make Blessica blush. All she had to do was stand in Kevin’s general area.

“Blessica,” called Mari once again. When she still didn’t answer, Maria stood up and pressed their forehead against the changing room door. “You okay?”

“No,” Blessica croaked out finally. Her hoarse voice was laced with sorrow. Upon hearing her speak, Kevin abandoned any hope of saving his top and joined Mari at the door. Kit and Astrid were quick to follow.

“Hey,” said Astrid gently. “What’s wrong?”

Blessica began to sob. “The dress doesn’t fit right,” she whimpered.

“That’s okay,” soothed Kevin. “We have other sizes.”

“Kev, it doesn’t fit my body because it wasn’t made for my body. I just feel so ugly.” All the other Merry Hoes made various sounds of distress. Kit was instantly reminded of Dru,

He was suddenly fifteen again. In Ty’s bedroom as he told him of all the times she’d been told she wasn’t pretty by members of the Shadowhunter society. And all the times Emma or Julian or another member of her family had reassured her that she was. The thought occurred to Kit that maybe they weren’t Emma-y as Blessica needed them to be.

“It’s just like,” started Blessica, “I started taking Estrogen seven months ago, you know? And I still don’t have anything to show for it.”

His mind was racing a mile a minute. “Yes you do,” he said.

“I do?” she asked, sounding dubious.

“Your voice!”

“You do have a really nice voice,” agreed Astrid. “You could totally narrate audiobooks or something.”

“No it’s not,” grumbled Kevin.

“Kevin,” said Mari, glaring daggers at him. ‘Kevin’ in this case didn’t mean Kevin. It meant ‘Shut your mouth right or I will actually kill you’.

“No, not like that! It’s just…” he was blushing profusely now. “Her voice is like the rain. Most of the time it’s soft and warm and it wraps you in one big, wet hug. You can’t help but feel, well, blessed to get to feel it touching your skin.. But when it rains hard you feel every single drop land. But no matter what kind of rain it is, the impact is always enormous. Uh, yeah, her voice is like that.” There was a moment of prolonged silence, where Blessica had stopped crying but no one was brave enough to talk.

The door opened and Kit, Kevin and Astrid stumbled backwards. Mari didn’t. Stupid gorgous jock, Kit thought as she survayed her inferiourors.

Blessica stood in the open doorway. Her eyes were puffy and red. The dress looked perfect on her. Not that this style hadn’t looked perfect on Mari but their arms were so thick, they filled up the entire selve. Blessica was so petite you could see her bones clearly through the skin. It highlighted the flowness of the gown extremely well. “You guys like my voice?” Then, “why are you all staring at me, is it that bad?”

“Blessie,” said Mari. “You can’t just put on that in front of four people who like women and expect them not to stare.”

“Respectfully, of course,” added Kit.

“Just tell us if it makes you uncomfortable,” agreed Kevin.

“Step on me,” breathed Astrid.

“But then again,” said Mari, “you validate yourself too.”

“Run me over with a cement truck.”

“We can see your hot as fuck. But more importantly you have to believe you’re hot as fuck.”

“You could literally kill me and I’d get on my knees to thank you.”

Blessica was blushing as hard as Kevin now. They sheepishly smiled at each other before turning away. “Simp,” said Kit and he held out his hand. Astrid dutifully rewarded him with a high five.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am on the trans spectrum but I am not mtf. If you are and you feel misrepresented please feel free to private message me or just leave a comment tell me how I can fix it.

@the-wckd-powers @book-dragon-not-worm @thechangeling @the-blackdale @ithurielkeepsgettingkidnapped @illusions-give-reasons-to-live @shelvesofgold @arangiajoan @maxboythedog @noah-herondale-lightwood @its-taff @cncnbr @sofiatheskeleton @thomas-gaypanic-lightwood @im-not-ruined-im-ruination @adoravel-fenomeno

Let me know if I left anyone out. Also let me know if you want to be added or removed from the tag list.

#The Merry Hoes #Kit Rook #Kit Herondale #mari the werewolf #mari machado #astrid yang #blessica reyes #Kevin chu #dru blackthorn #drusilla blackthorn #ty blackthorn #tiberius blackthorn #tsc

[nebulousfishgills]

I Didn't Wanna Wake You

Request by: @ohitshoneybee : SO THE GIF YOU SENT ME OF SHIRTLESS BUCKY FROM THE SNEAK PEEK GAVE ME AN IDEA! so its a fluffy bucky x non binary reader bc there arent enough queer fics out there?? im leaning heavily towards romantic relationship? so basically, bucky has a nightmare and tries his hardest not to wake up reader, so he goes out to the living room and turns on the tv, throwing his pillow and blanket on the floor falling asleep etc. reader wakes up soon after he leaves and theres some wholesome therapeutic moments

Okay, Bee, let's get one thing straight: please for the love of god, don't flood my inbox with Bucky requests constantly 😂. I appreciate you and care for you, but I need breathing room, okay. Ily bro 💛

Also, so excited for this show!!! Can't wait for future installments!

(There aren't any spoilers in this :3)

Warnings: fluff, mild angst, kind of short (sorry)

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"Hail Hydra."

Bucky shot awake at that moment, recalling what exactly he had remembered. It wasn't a very clear memory, but the emotions, or lack thereof, were there. Just a mindless assassin following orders because someone wanted someone else dead.

Bucky sighed and looked over at your sleeping form next to him. You snored softly, the covers halfway down your shoulder. Bucky continued to observe you carefully, his chest still heaving. He wiped the cold sweat off of the back of his neck and slid out of bed. He was careful, barely daring to make a sound so as to not wake you up. He didn't bother putting on a sleepshirt as he grabbed a pillow and one of the extra blankets from under the bed; he didn't want to take the one you both shared.

And he hated burdening you with his problems.

He quietly slipped out the door of your shared room and into the small living room. Your apartment wasn't very large, just enough for the essentials. There was an armchair, but he ignored it in favor of the floor. Casually tossing the pillow on the ground, he sat on it, his back against the wall. Bucky grabbed the TV remote off of the armrest of the chair. He turned the TV on and muted the volume to make sure he wouldn't disturb you.

Though, not long after, you did wake up.

Your eyes flickered open and you reached over to Bucky's side of the bed only to find it empty. Confused, you suddenly noticed the light of the TV through the small opening from the door.

You sighed. This happened pretty frequently. Bucky had a nightmare, he woke up, and slept on the floor in the living room because he didn't wanna bug you. You hated it when it happened. The nightmares and the shutting you out.

You swung your legs out of bed and wrapped Bucky's bathrobe around you to brave the chill of the apartment; so many years in cryo had made him used to cold temperatures.

You quietly crept outside and saw Bucky watching the silent TV, his head resting on his arms that lay atop his folded in knees.

"What's wrong?" You whispered. Bucky jumped at the sound of your voice, before calming down realizing it was just you.

"It's nothing." He replied, turning his attention back to the TV.

"It's not nothing, Buck. You had a nightmare again." You sat next to him, yet he still didn't meet your gaze.

"What makes you think that?"

"Because you do this every time you have one."

Bucky sighed.

"I don't wanna burden--"

"Burden me with your problems? Buck, we're in this together. Don't shut me out, let me help you. Besides, is silently watching soccer more important than me?"

"Nothing's more important than you, but--"

"But nothing. I hate it when you do this. It-it just breaks my heart."

Bucky finally turned to face you, a sincere look on his face. You held his gaze for a moment before he softly smiled.

"Look, you're the best thing to ever happen to me, but you shouldn't have to hold the weight of my problems on your shoulders. That's my job. I'm supposed to work through it, make amends, and learn to cope."

"But your therapist said that doing it alone is like your own personal hell."

"Don't drag her into this."

"I'm not. I'm dragging me into this because I want to help you. I really do." Bucky opened his mouth to retort, but you continued before he could say anything. "If you don't wanna talk about the dreams right now, then that's fine, but I at least want you to be honest with me. Tell me what the problem is, and you can decide if you wanna disclose any more information. Do what makes you comfortable. But don't keep me out of it. At least just... Keep a line of communication open."

Bucky's small smile turned into a larger one as he pulled you closer to him, the chain of his old dog tags pressing against your cheek.

"What would I do without you?" He asked.

"Sit alone in your apartment eating alone and being lonely. Alone." You replied. "But I'm here for you."

"I'm here, too."

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Hoped you liked it, Bee!

As always, requests are open, so send them in!

#marvel #movies #avengers #bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #winter soldier #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky x gn!reader #bucky fanfic #winter soldier x reader #winter soldier x gn!reader #gn!reader #request

[noforkingclue]

Yeeeeee “falling...asleep?” was so gentle and soft, would you by chance consider doing more fluffy Dhawan!Master imagines that involve hypnotism or ones where he reads the reader’s thoughts? idk I’m kind of a sucker for those kinds of stories 🙈

I hope you guys don’t mind that I combined these two requests! I hope you both like the story! :D

Title: Read My Mind

Doctor Who tag list: @v4n1r, @queerconfusionthings, @yourneighbourhoodclown, @love-of-fandoms, @emilythezeldafan, @fabulous-jj-style, @theseeker945, @pleadingeyes, @kjaneway1, @truthbehindthemysteries, @im-a-muggleborn, @startrekkingaroundasgard, @huntheimpossible, @geocookie21, @zerocanonlywriteshit, @thewinterpoet2

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary

“What are you thinking about?”

You looked up sharply at the Master. He was giving you an intense stare and you shifted awkwardly in your seat.

“Nothing.” You said quietly

“Liar.”

“No I’m not.”

“You have that look on your face.”

“What look?”

“Like this,” the Master gave a dramatic sigh and looked off into the distance, “Whenever you’re thinking about something.”

“I don’t look like that!”

“I think I know what you look like.”

“It’s not important.”

You stood up and started to walk away. This wasn’t a conversation you wanted to have. Suddenly a firm hand grasped your wrist and you looked over in surprise. The Master gave you a hard look as he said,

“I can’t afford you not concentrating. If you’re not thinking properly you could get hurt.”

“I didn’t realised you cared.”

“I don’t want my favourite bait to injure herself.”

“I’m just tired.”

“It’s not what I did earlier.”

“Huh?”

“Invading that human’s mind. I know you humans can be a bit… sensitive about that sort of thing.”

It was to do with that but not in the way the Master thought you were. You wanted him to do that to you, although gently. You wanted to show him that you trusted him, by letting him see all your private thoughts, for him to see how you really felt but was too shy to put it into words.

“No.”

“Like I said earlier,” he poked your forehead, “Liar. You do realise I can actually see into your mind.”

“Y… you can?”

“Only surface level,” he said, “Nothing too in depth. I wouldn’t… I don’t want you to think that you can’t trust me.”

“I do. Trust you I mean.”

You took a step towards the Master and pulled your wrist free. You took his hands and placed them against the side of your head. A brief flicker of uncertainty passed over the Master’s face but as quickly as it was there it was gone again.

“Are you sure.”

“Yes.”

“Even after what you saw earlier.”

“Yes. There’s… there’s something you need to see.”

“That doesn’t sound good.”

“Please.”

“As you wish.”

You took a deep breath and shut your eyes. You felt the Master rest his forehead against yours and then you gasped at the pressure on your mind. The Master made a comforting noise and you felt oddly reassured as you relaxed your mind.

It was a sensation unlike any other. Invading and yet, at the same time, a familiar presence that you had gotten used to over the years. A presence that you instinctively knew was the Master. A person who crashed into your life and dragged you along in his manic life. A person who had slowly become an important figure in your life and who you slowly began to develop feelings for. As that thought passed through you mind you felt a leap within your mind. You flinched and tried to pull free but you felt the desperation through you bond and decided to keep it open.

It was a painful realisation that you had fallen in love with the Master. The brilliant alien who would never return the feelings of a human. He had too many other things on his mind and your unrequited feelings probably wouldn’t even register. You put your hands on top of the Master’s and you could feel the reluctance as he left your mind. You brushed away the tears but the Master’s hands didn’t leave your face.

“I’m sorry,” you said, “But I needed to show you that. I wasn’t brave enough to tell you.2

“Why are you sorry?”

“Because you don’t feel the same,” you said, “Why would you? I just ruined our… our friendship.”

“Then it’s my turn to show you something. If you’ll allow me?”

“Of course.”

The Master smiled and re-entered your mind. This time you were prepared for the sensation but what you weren’t expecting was what followed.  The warm feeling, like caramel, oozed through your veins. Your eyes flew open and all you could see was gold. Deep, rich and so undoubtedly the Master.

The Master had his eyes wide open as you locked eyes with him. The deep, beautiful brown that you couldn’t compare to any other eyes in the universe, not even the Doctor’s could compare. His thumbs brushed over your cheekbones as he poured every emotion through the bond. From when he first met you and the irritation he felt. The admiration he felt when you connected with his TARDIS. When you first got hurt and the panic he felt when he thought he might lose you.

The sickening realisation that he love someone like you. Someone too good for him and would never love him back. Someone he needed and didn’t realise he needed until it was almost too late. How dangerous it was travelling with him and how fragile human lives were. Instinctively you raised a hand a brushed away the tears that had fallen down the Master’s cheek. Eventually the Master pulled free, the gold slowly disappearing from your vision.

“I’m an idiot.” You said

“So am I.”

“You? Never.”

“Are you being sarcastic?”

“Maybe.”

“You’re lucky I like you.”

You wrapped your arms around the Master and rested your head against chest. After a brief moment of hesitation the Master wrapped his arms around your waist. He rested his chin on your shoulder and said,

“So you’ll stay.”

“For as long as you want me.”

#fanfiction #doctor who #reader insert #request #The Master #master x reader #dhawan!master #dhawan!master x reader

[dreaminginvelaris]

sorting acotar characters into hogwarts houses

idk why i decided to make this post but it was fun sooo...

lmk if y'all agree or disagree. Also please no hate, sometimes a post is just for fun and i don't need any negativity. UNLESS its hate for elain which by all means go ahead ;) (because of ppls sensitivity, this joke isnt an invitaion to go on a full blown elain hate rant just offer a few jabs, especially if you agree on the elain section and move on, if you wanna go on a rant, message me or submit a post and i'll response, all the love <3)

Slytherin: Ambition, Cunning, Leadership, and Resourcefulness

Rhysand: of course Rhys is Slytherin, the man screams Slytherin. We all know he's cunning, often coming up with plans to get what he wants, leader well duh, he's a high lord and loves it and is great at it, he's ambitious, he's a dreamer, so of course, he wants more, and he's resourceful, always being able to think on the spot. Rhysands second house would be Ravenclaw for sure though.

Eris: uhhh do I even have to explain? wants to be Highlord, boom ambitious. seems to be the one in charge of his brothers and has many responsibilities, boom leader. being able to achieve what he wants, boom cunning. resourcefulness...yeah I don't got an example for that one, anyways 3/4.

Azriel: daddy az is a Slytherin, I mean obviously this is the best house (is it obvious yet that I'm a Slytherin ;) but fr, I debated sorting him into Ravenclaw, but even though yes he shows Ravenclaw traits it's not the ones we see the most of or the ones that really shine through Azriel's reserved personality. The main traits azzy boo here has from Slytherin are Cunning and Resourcefulness, and imo these are the ones we see from him every page.

Amren: im putting amren here too, she's literally both!

Gryffindor: Brave, Courage, Daring, Chivalrous

Cassian: this one is self-explanatory, how many times has he put others before himself, how many times has he endangered his own life to save others. that's a Gryffindor soul he has. he always tried to do the right thing, he's brave as hell and reckless at times it seems from the little snide comments we've gotten from the books, he would have been a marauder no doubt.

Tamlin: I hate to do this I do because I love my lions, but I had to put this piece of shit somewhere and since he reminds me of peter Pettigrew bc of his cowardness, I'm sorting him in here. I'm so sorry guys ;(

Morrigan: helloooo, the house colors are red and gold??? obviously mor would demand this house, yes demand. but not just that she's crazy brave, at only what 18? i think, she stood up to her family, making a decision she knew could have her ending up in a horrible situation. but she always is brave, shes gotta when her evil family is still in her life.

Hufflepuff: Loyal, Kind, Patient, Hardworking

Gwyn: i choose my girl gwyn for Hufflepuff bc let's face it, she is the embodiment of Hufflepuff. She's loyal to her new friends, emerie and Nesta, and the priestesses. She's kind as we can see when she first met Nesta and when emerie and Nesta shared their stories. She's very patient never snaps at that bitchy priestess who idk the name of as well as patient when it comes to her and Azriel's tender new friendship and hardworking, always doing her job, running around the library, for her work, always researching more ways to help the Valkyries. i debated putting her in Ravenclaw, because of her intelligence, but i think she's a Hufflepuff through and through.

Elain: IT HURTS MY HEART PUTTING PLAIN ELAIN IN THIS HOUSE. but I gotta, the only trait this plant sniffer has out of all the houses is "kind and patient" EVEN THOUGH SHE'S NOT REALLY LMFAO. I've made a post on explaining why this dirt lover isn't as kind as the books make her out to be, and I would argue she isn't actually patient at all, I mean did we miss how she was basically frustrated Nesta wasn't getting better even though it had been like what 2 weeks, LMFAO. but yeah I mean she's not loyal unless you have food and money then oh yeah she'll be loyal and she's not hardworking bc I mean she never did jack shit and still doesn't, sorry to do this to y'all.

Note: some of yall are so soft. this is not an anti elain post. sorry i insulted her but hey its my post, and i have commentary on each character to explain why i feel they belong in a certain house. sorry i happened to insult your fav. but this isnt an anti elain post, just like its not anti tamlin or anti eris. its just a post about all the characters period, which is why i inculded all of them in the tags. hey, i even insulted Nesta a little bit, but I'm not gonna tag anti-Nesta bc it's not a fucking hate post. get off this post if it comes across you and you don't like what I say, it's not hard to literally just scroll, trust me I've done it multiple times especially when it's a hate post on my beloved characters and they didn't use the anti tags. it's not fucking hard, grow up.

Ravenclaw: Wisdom, Wit, Individuality, Intelligence

Feyre: I debated putting queen feyre into Slytherin, I mean she shows the traits for sure, but it's not really if she shows the traits it's what shines the most in her. Ravenclaws are known for their creativity (bae luna Lovegood <3) and feyres an artist, even in her darkest times she remained an artist, always seeing portraits in her mind, always admiring the beautiful colors of the world. We know she's intelligent, picking up reading and writing quickly, and we also see it when she's strategizing, with the inner circle. Feyre is so wise, she had to be, she had to grow up quickly, you often see her in the books giving advice, because even though she's only 21, she's lived a lifetime. and the whole book of acomaf can show you how witty she is, I mean its what made us fall in love with feysand.

Amren: tiny snowball amren is literally a slytherclaw, she has all the traits from both. but because of how well she is with coding languages and how she always reads and does puzzles i think she'd enjoy being a Ravenclaw.

Nesta: I thought about this for a while, really looking into where she would thrive, Ravenclaw is for her no doubt. She's herself, always has been even when that wasn't such a good thing... but she's witty too if you make sure to not count the "the book is about...a book" I'm sorry that line makes me laugh every single time. we haven't really seen much of her intelligence but I'm guessing she is. but really she would love to be in a house where ppl are themselves and read, i can already imagine her creating a book club where people can be themselves and enjoy smutty books like her.

Lucien: originally I was going to sort him into Hufflepuff but then I remembered how intelligent he is, how witty, and I remembered in acowar he talked about how being the youngest of what 7 heirs? he had the chance to really educate himself which he loved to do, to really learn about his court, idk this man just screams intelligence to me.

I left out emerie bc i honestly don't know where to sort her, i feel like i just don't know her too well or understand her enough to sort her, so feel free to lmk where she would belong :)

#acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf #nesta archeron #feyre archeron #rhysand #tamlin #cassian #azriel #elain archeron #mor acotar #lucien vanserra #amren #gwyneth berdara #eris vanserra

[leafcabbage]

"you didnt ask for a whole essay on my feelings on who would be who in harry potter" no fuck you i'm asking for an essay. give me an essay, i will read it and enjoy it. /th

(i also had a very long hp hyperfixation so i would actually very much enjoy this hypothetical essay!)

(im also going to tag @polytrichumstrictum because they also said in a reblog that they would be interested)

ALRIGHT YOU GOT IT!! please excuse any inaccuracies it's been like a year and a half since my last listen through. this is also drdi specific!!

tommy as harry

brave and loyal are two of the automatic descriptors of harry. tommy is both of those things through and through. unfortunately a good portion of my opinion is shaped by his backstory so there will be missing pieces, but the short of it is he went through things that kids his age should not go through and he got to the other side and he kept pushing and kept going even at points where he genuinely questioning if he could survive. hence the brave part. he would also quite literally die for any one of his closest friends, he says over and over to ranboo that literally nothing would stop him from loving them, from being there for them, and he means every word. there is no universe where tommy leaves ranboo at all of his own accord (well... actually there is one and it is sad and i do not like it.) he's loved tubbo for the last 7-8 years and at no point considered ending that friendship or leaving tubbo in a rough spot- even when he was barely getting by, he still did everything he could to talk to tubbo, to tell tubbo he was still there and still alive and still wanted to get back to him. loyalty baybee!

the sorting hat says to harry in the first book that he's hard to place, he's courageous, he's smart, he's talented, and he wants to prove himself. (btw i hate the word talent, it implies that people get to where they are because they're naturally good rather than hard work and built skill but that's for another time). but all of that applies to tommy! he's absolutely desperate to prove that he's worth being at SPU, that he's smart, that he works hard, that he can be someone! he wants to prove that he's worth the love he's been shown! and he is smart, he's smart because he works hard and because he's figured out how to work with his neurodivergency rather than hate it, he spends a lot of time on the things that don't come naturally to him and those things interest him!! he isnt one to give up because he doesn't get it right away.

again and again and again harry puts his friends first. i already touched on this earlier, but tommy would put everything he's ever needed or wanted aside for his friends (you'll get some of that in sssd) harry on multiple occasions was violent because someone hurt his friends, he fought back because the people he loved were hurt, and tommy has obviously gotten into physical fights over people being rude to tubbo, and that wasn't anyone physically hurting tubbo. if someone were to genuinely cause pain to tubbo or ranboo, i think tommy would probably end up dealing with some minor legal repercussions.

stubborn and prideful. again, both traits of harry's and both traits of tommy's. i dont think i need to say too much on this? tommy doesn't do forgive and forget, he remembers the people who have wronged him and the people he loves, it takes a LOT to win back his tolerance, let alone his trust. he's too proud to get help with a lot of situations (especially in the past) unless it's from very specific people. he feels like he should be able to do nearly everything on his own.

other traits im not gonna get super in to because i think they're pretty clear: compassionate, selfless, independant, instinctual, loving

tubbo as ginny

obviously ignoring the crush lol

this one is harder because ginny is a side character AND there is far less about her, i was just so certain of it when thinking about who fit who, so-

independant and brave: ginny is another gryffindor, so we get more bravery, but i find hers a little different to harry's. she doesn't take anyone's shit and knows how to absolutely devastates people with her words. there's a pretty clear comparison here, ive made it clear that tubbo regularly ruins people's days with very specific observations and insults if they give him any reason to. he's pretty harsh when he chooses to be. he's also independant in many ways, or as much as he can be with the relationship he and tommy have always had. growing up he had to be, there was no one there for him, he learned really really young how to take care of himself. past that, he's taken a lot of responsibility in his healing, he actively works with his therapist and wants to get better. or at least he thinks he does. repressing feelings helps him be independant, right?

relationship: though obviously there are no romantic feels between tommy and tubbo, there is a level of comparison between ginny and harry's relationship and theirs. not a ton, but in later books, ginny understands and accepts a lot of harry's decisions that come with their relationship, she understands that she doesn't know everything that harry is going through and yet she supports him and will be there for him when he comes home. she wants him to come home. again, a whole part of tommy and tubbo's backstories i cant get in to are what makes me mention it. there was a time where tubbo didn't know what was happening with tommy, but he was there for him as much as he could be, he loved him throughout it.

funny: ginny and tubbo both can be very funny in difficult moments though you've seen less of that from tubbo in this fic. he tends to be more that way to tommy, less so ranboo at the moment. that will change as time goes on and as ranboo's struggles and health become something everyone adapts to and it becomes clear that ranboo welcomes those jokes. but just like he knows how to insult people until they cry, he knows what makes people laugh, he's good at games like CAH because of that.

absolute jock: ginny is incredible at quidditch, she's so cool and good at it. tubbo is fucking ripped. strong as hell.

loyal: again, shared trait with tommy but different. ginny takes a role of healer in situations where that's needed, and while you're not seeing tubbo performing field medicine for the most part, he volunteers himself as the one to take care of people when they're sick or upset or whatever. that was obvious after ranboo's seizure, that's seen throughout the fics: doctors appointment, cooking food ranboo could handle, etc. he gets overbearing at times. i feel that when ginny makes a friend they are friends. period. that's it. and tubbo is the same way. he makes friends and he keeps those friends because he doesnt even give people he's remotely unsure of a chance.

judgemental: ginny can be pretty fucking rude. tubbo can be pretty fucking rude. see: fleur and wilbur respectively. tubbo tends to keep it in his head though. both are willing to rethink when given enough evidence that their opinions may be incorrect though.

other traits: loving, comforting, smart, capable

ranboo as luna

i feel like i should first and foremost address the main difference: luna is sure of herself. ranboo is not. but they will be, they just aren't there yet, which is why i stand by this comparison

eccentric: luna is different (probably autistic), she sees the world quite a bit differently than a lot of the other characters. she's called things like "loony lovegood" "bizarre". she has unconventional interests and knows a lot about things other people would find strange. ranboo is called an unreliable narrator a lot (they are, wanna be clear) but there is an aspect of them just being aware of the world in a different way than i think is seen with other characters. (or at least i hope there is, i want there to be). their favorite place on campus is a patch of concrete because it's isolated and there's lizards. they think it's absolutely beautiful. it's really not, it's told from ranboo's POV for a reason. they are absolutely seen as weird by other people, they're different and odd to talk to, and it's just not as clear when the narrators are ranboo or tommy and tubbo, who are in love with ranboo. you only really get that in chapter 2 i think, where tubbo makes a comment about how ranboo seems sad so they should invite him to lunch. actually chapter 4 has some of that too, but tubbo's main focus is making ranboo comfortable, so i think the observations about them are a little less focused on how strange they are.

supportive and comforting: luna comforts harry several times throughout the series and she's endlessly supportive of things like DA, she believes harry, she'll face danger for her friends. she helps again and again. ranboo supports and comforts their friends in every way they can (chapter 8 with helping tubbo, chapter 12 with also helping tubbo, chapter 24 with comforting tommy). ranboo doesn't think they can be supportive or comforting, which i think is an interesting aspect of their character, because they genuinely don't see that as one of their abilities. but they can, will, and do believe in everything tommy and tubbo do, they want them to succeed, they want the two to be happy, they want to help and they want to be there for them, and they are even though they cant comprehend it.

creative: luna is just generally very creative with paintings and magic and weaving. ranboo is absolutely incredible at writing, though once again, you do not get to see that from their point of view. they're also creative, they just dont think they can do anything, let alone one of their passions. because of this they dont let other people read what they write unless its for school, so it'll be a while until that's at all seen in the actual fic. all we have to go on is phil and techno's comments. they also tend to be creative in other ways, because they've had to be creative with how they get around, how they help themself, how they survived so thoroughly isolated for so long. they had to figure those things out, which overlaps with the self-sufficiency that is another shared trait of the two.

brave: luna kept fairly calm in malfoy manor, during the battle of hogwarts, during everything with the DA. she's also brave in the sense of just being who she is and dealing with what comes from it. ranboo is also brave, similarly they've learned how to not panic at a lot of the things with their health that would probably be terrifying to other people, they deal with other people's judgement of them and keep going. ranboo decided to just move to the other end of the country on their own with no support and no certainty that things would work out because they wanted to. that would be scary for anyone, and they just did it.

trusting: luna trusts that people are telling the truth, that the things she reads are real, and she trusts the people she loves. ranboo is the same way, of course there are multiple times where it is said that they trust tommy and tubbo fully because they are tommy and tubbo. they would believe anything they said. but they also believed everything dream told them, they took his word as fact, they didn't think to question it beyond acknowledging that work was probably more stressful than it should be. they trusted that dream was telling them the truth about their role in the student government, that he wasn't giving them too much work, that he was just trying to get things done. there's also the moment where dr. walker says that ranboo just isnt trying hard enough and they immediately question their own work ethic. they're quick to blame themself because they take other's word as fact

other shared traits: loving, smart, nonjudgmental, animal-lover

OKAY thats enough for now :D id love to hear what you think!!!!

#this took like an hour #drdi #drdi asks #cabbage answers #nitpick7

[pascalscenarios]

THE ONE (Frankie Morales x Reader)

THE ONE Frankie Morales x Reader   Summary: You make your decision about what you want. Warning: mild swearing / alcohol consumption Words: 1297 Authors Note: Hello! Sorry this ones kinda short! But The One is coming to an end! There is only 3 more chapters left! Again, thank you so much for reading! Seeing your guys like, follow, repost, commenting and asking to be on the taglist makes me so happy. Thank you for giving this fic so much love! I’m going to make more Frankie Fics in the future, but the next Pedro character I’m writing a fic for is Marcus Pike from The Mentalist! The fic is called How To Love, so keep a eye out for that. It will be coming out after The One is finished. 

Also if you would to be on my main tag list for any future fics or just only for a specific I write let me know in the comments or feel free to message me. 

Those of you who are already on the tag list let me know if you wanna be put on the main list. Thank you, I hope you all have a great day or night depending on where you are!

- K ❤️

CH 1 | CH 2 | CH 3 | CH 4 | CH 5 | CH 5.5 | CH 6 | CH 7

Chapter 7

You stood there frozen, watching him walk away. Your eyes widen at what just happened. He kissed you...and you kissed him back. Was it just the heat of the moment or was it because you truly loved him?

You wanted to yell and run after him, but you could from the words or even move from the stop you were standing.

Were you willing to destroy and throw away your whole relationship/engagement to Alex to be with Frankie? Were you willing to risk it all to be with him again? What if you did end up with him, but things didn’t work out? It would all be for nothing. Then you’d be left with no one. You’d be alone.

You couldn’t bear going through that pain again. With Alex, it was safe. You were secure. You couldn’t do this to him. You couldn’t leave them several days before your wedding. You had to marry him, you were going to marry him.

…

Frankie got back to the truck, opening the door and sitting inside. He was a mess, eyes red from crying. He didn’t bother wiping his tears or pulling himself together for the sake of his kid. He needed to cry. He needed to let all this pain and regret wash clean from him.

You were getting married. It was too late for him to do anything other than being honest about how he felt. The rest was up to you. He knows you love him, but he had a feeling you weren’t going to choose him. He had to let you go.

Lilah sat there in silence, staring at her dad as he leaned back against the truck bench. He rested his arm up against the rolled window, as he stared at the window.

“Dad…”

He deeply sighs, turning to face her. The look on his face pained her Lilah.

“I-I’m so sorry...for everything. I didn’t mean-...I just want you to be happy. You were so happy with Smiles. I just wanted you to go after someone that meant so much to you as you did me. If you didn’t go after me-” Lilah started to cry, feeling guilty making more of a mess of his and your situation.

“Woah, sweetheart, no” he slides over, grabbing hold of Lilah as she sobs in his chest.

“I’m really sorry dad-I'm-”

“Shhhhh,” He says rubbing her back. “I know you are, baby. I know your intention was good. It’s not your fault, none of this is your fault. This is my own doing. I should have told Smiles about you, but I was scared they were going to turn us away. I couldn’t stand the idea of them wanting anything to do with you, their feelings, and how they see me change. So I did that to them before they could do it to us. I can’t go back and change things. Life happens, kid, and things happen for a reason. The best thing in my life is being your Dad. Being your Dad has taught me so much and has changed me for the better. Don’t you ever think for a second I regret going after you. I love you so much, Moon.”

Frankie pulls away, holding Lilah's head in his hand, his thumbs whipping her tears away.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you like that out there...”

“I love you too. I’m sorry for going behind your back and lying…” Lilah embraces him again.

Frankie strokes his daughter's hair, planting a kiss on her head. “You should have told me…”

“I know...I’m sorry” She pulls away. “Are we okay?”

“Yes, but I’m going to have to ground you for lying to me about where you were going. Please next time, just be honest with me, Moon. I’ve lied and kept things as you know, and it doesn’t get you anywhere. It just complicates things more…”

“I understand...So I guess the conversation with Smiles didn’t go well…”

“Well, I was honest with them, told them how I felt. I said I loved them...That’s all I really can do…”

“I’m sorry Dad, truly…”

“It was time for me to let them go, Moon. I’ve been holding on for too long, and It’s selfish for me to keep holding tight when they’re going to get married. Like they say, If you love something, set it free…”

“If it comes back it's yours.. ” she says grabbing hold of his hand.

He gives her a frown “If it doesn't, it wasn’t meant to be… I don’t think they’re coming back though...I don’t blame them”

…

“It’s us. I choose us.” You tell Alex as you both sit on the couch. You had called him up after going to the park.

“Are you sure? This is what you want? Because I want this. I want to be with you, but if this isn’t what you want-” Alex asked to make sure.

“Yes. I love you. I want this…” you ignoring your thoughts about Frankie that was slowly coming to your mind.

Alex smiles, smothering you with kisses all over your face. “I love you… I love you...I love you!”

You giggle, pulling him in for a hug.

“We’re getting married! God, we have so much to do in the next few days! But just before you know it, we’re going to be The Wentz's! We’ll spend the rest of our lives together '' Alex, states.

“Yeah…I can't wait...” You smile. Alex kept talking, but your thoughts about Frankie invaded your mind, drowning out Alex.

…

“Look I’m sorry, Frank, If I knew Lilah was planning to go full parent trap on you, I wouldn’t have told her anything, but what was I supposed to say, man? She’s not a little girl, and she isn’t stupid. She can put two and together.'' Santiago says holding a bottle of beer in his hand. They were sitting outside on Santi’s back patio. Frankie took a swing at his. “I know..I just wish she would have just asked me.”

“Let’s be real here, you and I both know if she asked you, you would have blown it off saying it was nothing.”

Santiago was right. Frankie would have done that. “I guess you’re right,” he mumbles, taking another sip of the beer.

“I’m surprised Smiles is still with Alex, to be honest…Smiles loves you, man. They really do. When you were gone, Smiles was such a fucking wreak. It took them a long time to get over you, but they never truly did. Smiles used to ask me all the time about you, how you were doing. I knew it was their way of making sure you were okay and loving you from a distance.”

“I should have gone after Smiles...and I know you told me a million times, but I just couldn’t face them...I’m such a fucking idiot…”

Santiago chuckles “That is exactly what your daughter said…” Frankie laughs, shaking his head and rolling his eyes.

“Are you still going to the wedding?”

“Rain or shine… I’m just going to put my feelings aside...I’m not going to do anything. I can’t ruin this for them. I put Smiles through enough.”

“Are you going to be okay to sit through the ceremony?”

“I don’t know...probably not, but I’ll put on a brave face for the sake of everyone”

“Well don’t worry, I’ll be there.” Santiago pats Frankie on the back.

…

You lay in bed beside Alex. It was late at night. You couldn’t sleep. Frankie’s words circle in your head and that kiss. Thinking about that kiss gave you butterflies as they used to when you were younger.

You couldn’t stop thinking about him. You had to let him go, you’d always love him, but you needed Alex. Alex was the one… right?

tags // @icanbeyourjedi​  @im-an-adult-ish​  @sara-alonso​ @lydiascottage​ @eternalkara​ 

#triple frontier #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales #francisco morales #frankie catfish morales #frankie #pedro pascal #pedro

[heart-forge]

at the risk of opening a huge can of worms,, care to rant about ao3 or talk about what you don't like about it? i don't know a lot about it and im super curious + i trust your opinion,, if that sounds like a lot of mental energy of course no worries,, love you n take care

tw mention of common controversial fic tag topics like child abuse, sexual violence, racism etc...because when you talk about the site, these things inevitably crop up. Anyway, time to swing a bat at a beehive.

I mean, first and foremost I want to point out because it doesn't really need to be hidden behind a tw, that when you're consuming content and not signed in then you have to agree to their terms of service which includes "if you reveal your race or religion or sexuality then you might open yourself up to harassment based on that, click here to agree" and from the very second they put that up I've thought it was the ugliest and most hateful thing I've ever seen in my life. I stopped using the site for a long time because it was so hideous to me that rather than put any basic effort towards moderation they just made you agree to a disclaimer that you understood that being gay or black or muslim would get you bullied and they won't do anything. Fuck them to the depths of hell for that, but I'll get into why the site is still used despite it's god awful garbage policy on washing its hand of all the content it allows to be on there.

I guess the tl;dr of that is both I don't think that using the site is morally worse than using any other social media site (ie I think all sites are equally as guilty as ao3, not that I think ao3 is not any worse than any other site), but I also understand why someone would individually decide to not use the site because they find it morally repulsive.

If you read this and feel the need to tell me about the old days of the internet when fanfiction was subversive and dangerous to post because of copyright, please go outside and touch some grass because you're an adult and you should have better things to do (not specifically you anon, this is a blanket warning).

tl;dr not every triggering piece of media is a masterpiece and should stop pretending like it is, not every person who writes about trauma is brave and indeed some of them are the reason people have to write about their trauma later on, "writing as therapy" is only valid insofar as you ask yourself if your mental health is better or worse after exposing your vulnerabilities to a fandom for public validation, and then you have to ask yourself if it was worth the reader's mental health as well, we as a species are responsible for other people (especially children) whether we like it or not, and finally ao3 has abdicated that responsibility in favour of pretending they're doing something vital by hosting and taking oodles and oodles of donations for...what exactly? Are they in a constant state of being sued? Is someone getting paid, because they have a lot of volunteers and no paid humans to moderate complaints/reports?

I know people have a lot of valid financial criticisms about how they run their business (I’ve seen posts but I didn’t memorize them so I’ll just skim on by these: I’m sure if you searched AO3 tag on Tumblr you’d see...well a lot that probably isn't worth the effort, but maybe find someone who has the proper mileage to talk about business practices).

I mostly, very frankly, don’t really approve of “well it was tagged” methodology behind allowing people to write whatever crosses their mind no matter how triggering or poorly thought or harmful it is overall. Stick with me here, people like to react at this point.

This shouldn’t be very surprising as I’ve at least posted snippets of blogs pointing out that I think people who claim basic moderation of content is censorship are stupid and as annoying to engage with as your garden variety Reddit troll, and that not every piece about controversial topics is a stunning deep dive into morality and the human mind and a lot of it is just trite garbage that hides behind the reputation of much better pieces of media as if every fic containing CSA is Lolita (which in itself struggles to be understood in a world that mostly supports child abuse and hates girls and women, but that’s a discussion you can hear from the Lolita Podcast, tw for...well it’s about the book Lolita so CSA at minimum), which they aren’t.

Again, is an AO3 anime fanfic the best platform for trauma content in general? And that’s without even asking “is this something that’s present in the text being explored by the author” (for example, the Elder Scrolls has sexual violence baked into vampire lore: I tag for sexual violence, therefore, if I mention topics directly pertaining to it, even though I never and will never write explicit sexual violence just because that's not my deal), versus "was this added by the author to an unrelated work" and "why did they do that?" (and "which character did they do it to" and "why that character" and "is this author enacting a violent sexual fantasy against as marginalized group because it makes them horny because I gotta tell you, not interested in the rights of those people overall let alone to do so in a public space where there's kids and also normal people").

People talk about fic as therapy which is valid to a point, but you have to ask yourself if therapy needs to be posted for public consumption. It's entirely possible that people are writing and posting therapy fics in good faith, but that doesn't mean that they have a get out criticism free card: they need to ask themselves if that's an appropriate and healthy way to approach theraputic writing (if it's for therapy, do you want it to be subject to public opinion? do you want it to be subject to people who aren't critically engaging with it and just think it's sexy? is that healthy for you? is that healthy for the person reading it?), if it's a valuable deconstruction of your feelings or literally just venting (ie did you want to deep dive on a topic, did you want to show it as a multifaceted thing, did you want to show the effects it can have in a healthy and safe space, or were you writing it to just get it out of you? if you just wanted it out of you, did it need to be posted for others to interact with? again, is that healthy for you? is that healthy for others?), or if it's really for theraputic purposes or if that's another wall that predators are hiding behind to validate themselves (which I gotta say, I see "turns out x person in fandom was a predator" way more often than I see a fic like this and think "wow they really got at something here").

Now, here's where people with the instinct to react to all that have my permission to calm down because I have a very obvious answer to the people who are screaming CENSORSHIP, WHY DON'T YOU JUST GIVE ME A LIST OF TOPICS IT'S OKAY TO WRITE ABOUT at their screen. Real people doing real moderation work is the answer, but much like literally all large scale social media sites, ao3 doesn't do that. If they want to allow for topics like that to be engaged with, if they want to allow for people to have the space to do this, it has to come part and parcel with people moderating for users who will abuse the system. For example, it gets grey around sexual violence, as it can be framed in a consensual and sexual way (BDSM, for example, is something that could both be consensual but should be tagged as sexual violence if it includes such a thing)—a human moderator can see that. A tag leaves that up to the writer and the person who's consuming it without really knowing which it is.

I'm just saying, but for a site that takes in so much money through donations, they should be able to invest in a real team of real (diverse!) people paid to moderate fic to make sure that a fic tagged underage is addressing something in canon (allowing for the extremely insignificant statistical chance that a victim is reclaiming a character from a fic and not just writing underage because they're a young teenager who wants their self-insert to be their age but doesn't want to age down a canonical character, or again the visibly more significant portion of people who think it's sexy) and not glorifying child abuse because the author is a child abuser who thinks that publically posting such a thing "doesn't count" because there was not a physically alive child involved (that they know of).

Which is a segway into the next point, you only have to be thirteen to sign up to a website that proudly hosts not only these topics (which, like it or not, it shouldn't be up to a child to self-moderate full stop; I don't care who "turned out okay" in the end, I don't care who thinks its good for kids to be exposed to intense and/or explicit topics (speaking from experience, go to hell), I don't care if every day TV shows and movies are just as bad so who cares, I don't care if "well they'll find it somewhere", it is not their job to self moderate as a feature of the website and it's not for a website run by adults to trust that children will stick to their lane once they've already been told that this is a space that includes them) but also just garden variety explicit content. You can never guarantee that nobody is lying about their age, and it's not good practice to assume that someone who seems like a child online actually is one: it is, however, your responsibility to do your level best to make sure that you've made clear that a child isn't welcome in the space that you've created explicitly for adult content. My games are all tagged as NSFW on itch, even though there isn't explicit boning. I don't love to associate my games with what is a GENEROUS swath of fetish porn, but I also don't want kids there in case I ever do want to get a little dicey with the sexual content, or violence content. I don't want to write in the responsible kind of way that one does when there's kids around, so I use the tools I have to do my best to make sure that kids know it's not their space.

It's what makes being a content creator difficult, on ao3 and on every website: every site is technically like this. You know children are there, and you know they're happy to lie about their age to get at restricted content. As a user, all you can really do is tag it and hope that people abide by those tags, because there are no content moderators there for you to get help from and the original purposes of these tags (as warnings) is being twisted by people (many of whom I think would absolutely get the ban hammer if there was a real and dedicated team of moderators and a useful and meaningful way to report people) into being used as advertisements.

Now, there's plenty to say about how functional an actual team of moderators would be (cog is proof of that, plus the basic human knowledge that putting a team of cis white people on the job isn't going to represent the interests of targeted parties), but contemporary internet has at minimum proven that 1) doing nothing, and 2) letting a robot decide, isn't working. Every website is just as culpable as ao3, but ao3 is in the extremely dubious position of being proud to host the things that it does, refusing to moderate and putting full responsibility for consuming content on a userbase that includes children, and only just now (I've heard: rumours swirl) giving people a way to block others? Other companies (YouTube another big "we're happy to traumatize children for dollars") at least have the smokescreen ability to restrict that content, even if they don't exercise it (or exercise it very badly, but the point is ao3 was built for adult content).

I don't think everyone who uses ao3 is being willfully ignorant or negligent in some way (obviously: I still use it). It's the most popular and high trafficked fic site and out of the three big ones (WattPad, fanfic.net, and itself) has the better reputation as far as "hosting work for people of a certain age" (ie, there's nothing for me, in my mid twenties, on WattPad, even if I'm not looking for sexual content). Engagement is just as terrible as it is on somewhere like Tumblr (the evil you know) but on ao3 you're not competing with visual art which is a huge problem on multi media sites (not to pit artists and writers against each other, but I'm sure many text game authors are happy to talk about how poor their engagement is compared to games with visual sprites).

I think the owners of ao3 are being extremely negligent and doing so on purpose because they come from a pool of people who think that 1) they turned out fine (which is subjective on a huge scale and I would definitely argue that adults who figure they blanket turned out fine after exposure to even casual internet usage among mostly their peers should reexamine; you don't have to have full blown PTSD to recognise that something deeply affected you as a child and where exactly you found that shit), and that 2) they have no means of for sure keeping out children and therefore they're clear to do nothing (which is a terrible abdication of responsibility, all the way down to greedily including children (with a wealth of spare time, potentially spare income depending on the household, and willingness to believe that a site that caters to their interests is therefore interested in them as an individual) in their userbase while claiming not to cater to them).

I think every dogshit fic on their is on their shoulders far more than the handful of inoffensive stuff or the stuff that they get praised for hosting (ie, good fic). I also don't think there's an ice cube's chance in hell of their policy ever changing, simply because you can't tell anything to people who think getting bullied for liking fandom is the same as structural oppression, and at this point the site has been allowed to grow so far without moderation that the effort to bring it under control would be an insane expense in both time and recompense for people who would be setting themselves up to purposely dig through traumatizing material in order to weed out the shit that should never have been allowed to be there in the first place.

My work and the work of my friends and peers on there is not a reflection of them having done something correctly, only that they have a stranglehold on sites specifically for hosting writing where fic writers are able to at all engage with fandom, versus multimedia sites where we're largely ignored for the much for aesthetically straightforward (ie "make the blog look nice") and optimized (Tumblr is NOT optimized for long text posts, not from a posting perspective and not from a display perspective) visual art (which still struggles with engagement!).

#Anonymous #talkForge #people with higher stakes in the game (ie people who've been targeted with racial harrassment and all kinds of shit on the site) have been #far more eloquent on the topic but I am both unwilling to open them up to even more wanking than they probably sat through in the first #place and also as I'm sure you can imagine I don't save posts about it on the regular #longpost #like EXTREMELY long post

[myrmidryad]

20 Questions - Writer’s Edition

Tagged by @lambourngb thank you! 💗

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

81 total, mostly Les Mis and RNM.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

1,557,760 holy shit I’ve written over a million words 😵

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

On AO3, not counting the universes I’ve written fusions with, there are seven: Les Mis, Roswell New Mexico, Merlin, MCU, Young Avengers, X-Men, and Vikings.

On ff.net, nine more: Teen Titans, Xiaolin Showdown, Transformers, Naruto, Narnia, Hellboy, Artemis Fowl, Lord of the Flies, and Skins.

Some fics are on both, but when I moved to AO3 I mostly left the ones I didn’t think were good enough to expose to a new audience. And gone from the internet forever (probably) is the Maximum Ride fanfic I wrote and posted to a forum back in the day. RIP that fic.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

from one side to the other (Les Mis, exr soulmate oneshot)

sentimental you and faithful me (Les Mis, exr bodyswap oneshot)

Just Another Guy With A Bow (Avengers, Clint/Coulson, Clint origin fic)

potentially lovely, perpetually human (Les Mis, exr empath!Enjolras)

This brave new world’s not like yesterday (Les Mis, exr the bowling alley fic)

5. What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

If there’s a rocket, tie me to it is one of the first Les Mis fics I wrote, and it’s uhhhh very canon in that everyone dies. In my head it was kind of a partner fic to <a pattern in the system> A Bullet In The Gun, which was also a dystopia fic, but that one had a happy ending, and I wanted to go again and have the canon ending for Les Amis. And I think that might have been the last unhappy ending I ever wrote? I like happier endings way better!

6. What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

Basically all of them have happy endings, especially the long ones that actually have plots! But I’m going to pick Finding You, because I skidded canon to the left to force events into happiness before tragedy could ever strike, and spun that out into a nice long roadtrip with lots of happiness and love and friendship, ending on a great big optimistic note that everyone’s future would be just as happy and unstruck by tragedy. I reread chunks of this fic all the time for the good vibes.

7. Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you've written?

I’ve written a bunch of fusions, but I think the only one that actually counts as a crossover is Fighting the Hurricane, which is a Les Mis/Pacific Rim fic. I’m not sure if my Les Mis/Oglaf fic is a crossover or a fusion, but it’s definitely the craziest one I’ve written just because Oglaf itself is so off the wall - Sharpshooter.

8. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I looooooove writing smut, of all kinds. I’ve written a lot of bdsm smut in particular for Les Mis, and weirdly almost none for RNM, idk what that’s about.

9. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I usually do these days, though on multi-chap fics if I’m posting a chapter a day or similarly quickly, I’ll wait and reply only the last chapter. I didn’t used to reply to comments at all unless they were particularly stand-out or asked a question, which was following the example of other writers, more than anything else. I also had the notion that people do sometimes use the number of comments on a fic as a metric to judge whether to give it a go or not, and replies massively skew that count.

I reply now, or try to. Um, confused widgeon, if you’re reading this, I’m sorry I haven’t replied to your comments from July 2020 yet. They were too nice and I got overwhelmed. One day I’ll get to them!

10. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Lol yes, I was weirdly pleased and immediately deleted it.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not as far as I know.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I’ve had a couple of people ask about it before, but idk if it went anywhere.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I co-wrote very bad Transformers fic with my best friend in secondary school and we had a great time. Shout out @scythling! Since then though, no. I’m too precious over creative control, I think, and I quite like writing in a vacuum.

14. What's your all time favourite ship to write for?

Of all time is tricky. Enjolras/Grantaire will have to take the trophy though, I think. They’re iconic!

15. What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

I have a bunch I’ve abandoned and accepted that I’ve abandoned, too many to list, so I’m not counting those because I know I’m never finishing them. Of the ones that are still in my WIP folders...there are also too many to list, but only a handful I’d be sad about never coming back to. I think the main one is probably Underground Dreaming, which would be very difficult to finish for multiple reasons, the main one being that I always envisioned it as open-ended. But I am sad that I stalled out on posting more than a few fics in that series. Too much research can kill the muse!

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue and spooky atmospheres. Love me a spooky atmosphere.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I use ‘grinned’ way too much. Dialogue tags in general, but ‘grinned’ in particular. And I’ve developed a real problem with length, where I’ve become almost incapable of writing short fic. Which isn’t necessarily bad, exactly - length is needed for some of the stories I want to tell, but being concise isn’t something that comes naturally to me anymore.

18. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Language barriers are one of my favourite things to write, actually, but because I’m very much not fluent in anything but English, I shy away from putting in actual words from other languages. I’d much rather have a whole exchange or speech in another language actually written all in English, with the difference indicated either by outright saying the character/s are speaking in another language or by altering the grammar and sentence structure.

19. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Either Teen Titans or Xiaolin Showdown.

20. What's your favourite fic you've written?

Shadow Work is something I’m going to be proud of till I die, probably.

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[fandom-puff]

Playing the Part

Pairing: Michael gray x reader

Requested by: @champagneholland

Prompts: 5 (look at us, we’re basically a couple already) , 9 (you couldn’t handle me even if I came with instructions) and 15 (we’re more than friends and you know it!) from fluff prompts

Summary: there’s always a catch when accompanying a Peaky Blinder to an event...

AN: so... this is a little angsty but I promise there’s fluff too!! ALSO: on the tag list, some of your names aren’t coming up, so if you’ve changed your username, let me know so I can update the tag list 💕💕

Warnings: angst, arguing, swearing, sexual harassment.

You rolled your eyes and lit the cigarette that Michael had offered you. “Right. You’ve either done something wrong, or you’re after something. Spit it out,” you said, taking a drag.

“Well, you see, YN,” he said. He had on his business voice, and you knew there was no point in arguing with him. “Tommy wants me to go to some event. It’s legal business, don’t worry. I need a date to sweeten up the benefactor...”

“And you want me to come and play at being a ditzy whore?” you said bluntly, drawing the attention of the Shelby brothers who were playing cards in the other side of the snug. “Fine. If you want me dressing up posh, you’re paying. And I’m telling you now, Michael, I will not go home with a toff, nor will I let one feel me up,” you said firmly.

Michael groaned. “YN... we need you to play nice with them...if a toff wants to cop a feel, just let him. We’ll intervene if-“

“Will you shite!” You exclaimed, stubbing our your cigarette angrily. “ You’ll be too focused snorting snow of some girls tits! Fuck it. If you want someone to act like a whore for you, pay for one. Lord knows, you know plenty. I am not one of them. I’m your friend, for fucks sake!” You got up and began storming out.

“YN! Wait! We’re more than friends and you know it!” Michael called after you. You froze for a moment.

“Fucking act like it then,” you hissed, slamming the door shut behind you.

“More ‘n friends, eh?” Arthur grinned. “Something you’re not telling us, Michael?”

***

A few weeks passed, and with some coaxing from Michael and Polly, you were waiting in the living room of 6 watery lane, where you, Michael, Tommy and Arthur had agreed to meet. You were dressed in a gorgeous evening gown, looking much more beautiful than you felt in your long cream coloured gown. You shifted nervously by the fireplace, waiting for the three men to arrive, growing increasingly antsy.

“Wow...”

You turned around to see Michael stood in the doorway, mouth hanging open as he took you in, looking like a deer caught in the headlights before he composed himself. You smiled shyly fiddling with your earring for a moment. Pretty soon, Michael was leading you to the car, helping you into the back seat and sitting next to you. “Look at you, you’re basically a couple already,” Arthur grinned from the passenger seat as tommy began driving.

“Piss off arthur,” you both said at the same time. After a short drive, you arrived at some Toff’s house. Michael helped you out of the car, and you stumbled slightly. He grabbed your waist and steadied you, smiling gently at you.

“Oi. You two. You can fuck later. Remember, our aim is to butter up a few benefactors. Mention the horses, recommend the Gin... and for the love of god, YN, don’t kick a toff in the balls,”

“Yeah, love, jusg point out the ones with wondering hands and we’ll get them into a quiet corridor,” Arthur winked and you smiled slightly, before putting on your mask of the perfect, innocent, ditzy date with the big posh men, letting Michael lead you to the reception. Almost instantly, Tommy and Arthur were swept off to talk business, and you and Michael found a loveseat to settle on with a glass of champagne as he pointed out particular people.

Soon enough, a slower song began playing and one of the men Michael had pointed out sauntered over. “Mr gray,” he said offering his hand for Michael to shake. Almost instantly, you disliked him. He looked down his nose at you both, and his eyes glinted with wolffish hunger as he openly stared at your body. “A pleasure to see you again. I’m sure we can discuss business very soon... however, may I ask your lady for a dance? It’d be very selfish to keep such a pretty little thing all to yourself,”

You made a big show of looking down demurely and looking up at him through your lashes as you waited for Michael’s ‘permission’. He nodded and you let yourself be dragged to the dance floor as the man- Nicholas, he introduced himself as- cupped your hip and began dancing with you.

You swayed along, eyes darting around the room as you made polite small talk with Nicholas, giggling at his jokes and saying nothing about the hand that was slowly moving lower than was decent. You needed to butter him up after all, put him in a good mood for when the Shelby’s wanted to speak with him. “Now... I don’t see a ring on those pretty hands, Miss YLN...” he leaned down to say, and you almost shuddered in disgust at the feeling of his hot breath on your exposed neck.

“O-oh!” You said, pretending to be flustered. “N-no, sir. No ring,”

He grinned and pulled you closer to his body, clearly pressing your breasts against him as you ‘danced’. You wriggled uncomfortably, but he kept you comfortable. “So you aren’t spoken for then? Shame, pretty thing like you. Must have all the boys chasing you, eh?”

You gulped. “I-Im actually... I’m here with Michael, Mr Smith,” you whispered, voice catching as he grabbed your arse tightly. You let out a terrified squeak, looking for Michael, or Tommy, or Arthur... they were nowhere to be seen.

“Aye, but Michael is but a boy, YN... he wouldn’t know the first thing to do with you,” he said, openly kneading your arse. No one seemed to notice, and he moved to cup your breast, right in the middle of the dance floor, still keeping you tight to his body. You tried to wriggle away again, but he stilled you, leaning down to mutter into your ear “if you keep wriggling like that, you little whore, I will take you against the mantelpiece, in front of all these people and your precious Michael,”

You gasped out as he began dragging you through the room, intent on taking you somewhere secluded and having his way with you-

“Mr Smith,” it was tommy. Smith froze on the spot and slowly turned around, looking thunderous.

“Shelby. It can wait,” he hissed, his grip on your wrist tightening. You looked at tommy, who was flanked by Arthur and Michael, pleadingly.

“Actually,” he said slowly. “Yes it can. It can wait for you to unhand YN, and for you to meet with us in our office next Monday, seeing as you’re so busy trying to fuck young girls,”

“I’ll fuck this little whore if I want to, Shelby,” he growled. Your lower lip trembled, and this seemed to stir something in Michael’s chest.

“You’ll take your dirty fucking hands off her, or we’ll cut them off you,” he said lowly, dangerously.

Smith pursed his lips and shoved you towards them. For the second time that night, you tumbled into Michael’s arms and this time, you cling right, afraid to let go. Not looking back, he guided you to the car. Once the door shut behind him, your tears fell and you sobbed into his chest, your makeup running.

“YN, I’m so sorry,” he murmured, rubbing your back as you cried, half expecting you to push him off.

“I-I’m Sorry!” You gasped. “I messed it u-up for the b-business,” he shushed you, insisting you did perfectly fine, that you were so brave, that he should’ve let you kick the toff, that he shouldn’t have paraded you like that, that they didn’t want Smith’s dirty money.

Tommy and Arthur returned a half hour later, having ironed out some business (and broken Nicholas Smith’s nose). They found you asleep against Michael’s shoulder as he stroked your hair gently, his long coat wrapped around you. “She’s alright,” he murmured softly so as not to wake you as you began the drive home.

“You really care for her, don’t you Michael, boy?” Arthur said after a while. “Just ask her to the pictures or a restaurant or something. Or kick us out of the snug for a while and tell her how you feel. I reckon you’d do alright, you know. Pol’s always said there’s something between you two,” he rambled on, and your eyes slowly fluttered open. “And if she doesn’t fancy it... well... I’m sure you could handle her temper if she turned it on you,”

“Please,” you mumbled, swinging your legs up onto michael’s lap and wrapping your arms around his neck, nuzzling your face into his warmth. “He couldn’t handle me if I came with instructions,”

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[a-hundred-jewels]

what, you egg? - chapter 1

Ao3

Fandom: The Penderwicks Series - Jeanne Birdsall

Words: 1408

Tags: Transgender, Coming of Age, (i guess??), Vingettes, Series of Moments, kind of in a similar vein to "Sparkle and Fade", which is that really good penderwicks fic about skye by spark writer on ff.net, the title is a multilayered joke that im very proud of, i see all you trans shakespeare enthusiasts and i love you

Summary:

Rosalind Penderwick has known that she is a girl for as long as she can remember. It's just the rest of the world that needs to catch up.

Or: The childhood of Rosalind Penderwick told in a series of vingettes and short stories as she navigates choosing her name, dealing with her mother's death, and being true to herself.

Fic under the cut (or on Ao3)

chapter 1: names and pizza

The notes were scratchy, drifting through the walkman on the grass. Pressing the headphones closer to her small ears, Leonarda--

“Nope.” She sat up abruptly, and the headphones fell onto the grass. “Nope, nope, nope.”

“Which one was that?” Her sister, Skye, with blond hair and long, lanky limbs, sat up next to her, grass stains smudged on her cheek like face paint.

“Leonarda.”

“Oh. That’s one of the ones Jane picked, right?”

“Yeah.” She flopped back down to the grass and sighed.

“I can tell her.” Skye hugged her knees to her chest. She was six, but tall for her age, almost as tall as her older sister.

“Thanks.” It wasn’t that Leonarda wasn’t a good name. It just wasn’t right. Jane would understand.

Headphones in again, Fleetwood Mac drifted into the girl’s ears and she shut her eyes.

___

“Jane?” On hurried footsteps, the girl ran down the stairs. “Jane, what’s that smell?” No answer. She sped down the hall to the kitchen.

Jane was sitting cross legged on the kitchen table with her nose buried in a book, apparently oblivious to the awful smell surrounding her. She looked up at the sound of feet. “What about Lucy Pevensie?” she said, her eyes shiny like they were still seeing the sparkling snow of Narnia, instead of her older sister standing at the kitchen door.

“What? No, I don’t think I can name myself Lucy Pevensie. Jane, what happened to the pizza? And where’s Skye?”

“What about Susan Pevensie?”

“Jane!” Jane sighed and closed her book with small hands. Patiently, as though she was being asked a very silly question, she said, “Daddy is on the phone because Mommy called from the hospital.”

“Yes, I know that part. You and Skye were supposed to finish making the pizza and wait for Daddy to put it in the oven. Where’s Skye?”

“She’s washing the cheese off her soccer keets.” Jane smoothed her purple skirt over her lap and reached for her book again, but her sister stopped her.

“Jane, why is the oven on at four-hundred degrees--oh my god!” She turned the oven off and yanked its door open. Smoke poured out, and the smoke alarm shrieked in protest. Behind her, Jane started to cry, partly out of her fear of the smoke alarm and partly, the girl suspected, from the shame of being caught doing something you weren’t supposed to. Before anything else could be done, Skye ran in from the bathroom.

“I’m coming Jane! Oh god, please don’t cry! Uh, I can turn the thingy off! Whatever you do, just don’t get--oh.” Skye stopped in her tracks at the sight of her oldest sister. In her arms, Skye was carrying sopping wet soccer cleats and there was guilt written all over her face.

“Girls? What’s going on?” Their father entered the kitchen.

It was one of their father’s greatest features, the sisters thought, that upon entering a putrid-smelling kitchen with the smoke alarm blaring, Jane crying on the table, Skye hugging mysteriously wet soccer cleats to her chest, and the oldest sister standing at a smoking oven, that he knew exactly what to do. In the next couple of minutes, Skye’s cleats were laid across a towel on a radiator and Jane brought to the living room and given some cheese sticks. The father pulled the burning mess out of the oven, with his eldest two daughters watching intently.

“We thought it would just cook, Daddy,” Skye said, biting her fingernails. “We figured that we’ve seen you and Mommy do it so many times that we’d know what to do.”

“I know, honey. Just don’t use the oven again without me around.”

“Or Mommy, right?” Skye looked up at her father.

“Of course,” their father said, his face unreadable. “I know my girls are all very smart, but the oven gets so hot and I don’t want any of you to get burned, or for, uh, this to happen.”

“Okay,” Skye nodded. Her older sister was still looking at the charred pizza on the stove, though.

“I don’t understand why it smelled so bad,” she said.

“What do you mean?”

“The smell. We’ve burnt pizza before, when we’re cooking with Mommy, and I don’t think it’s ever smelled that bad.”

Their father frowned. “Good observation, my dear. Skye, what cheese did you use?”

Skye’s small fae scrunched up as she thought. “I don’t know,” she said. “Jane did the cheese.”

Her sister sighed and went through to the living room, where Jane was peeling her string cheese and draping it across her book. She didn’t look up when her sister walked in but said, in a sing-songy voice, “Hello, Susan Pevensie!”

“Not Susan Pevensie, and are you actually going to eat any of that?”

“Maybe,” Jane said. She dropped a strand in her mouth.

Her sister sighed. “Jane, Skye says you put the cheese on the pizza.”

“Uh huh. I did the cheese and Skye did the sauce.” Jane began dropping the rest of her cheese strings into her mouth.

“What kind of cheese did you use?”

“The tiny cheese.”

“The grated cheese in the blue bag that Daddy left on the table for you?”

Jane shook her head. “I don’t like the tiny cheese in the blue bag. I got the red bag out of the fridge.”

Her sister frowned. “We don’t have any more of the red bag. Daddy and I finished it yesterday when we made macaroni.”

“It was really far back.”

The girl bit the inside of her cheek. “Um, Jane, what did the cheese look like?”

Jane thought hard, then swallowed her cheese strips and proceeded to peel more. “Tiny,” she said.

“Was it a funny color?” The girl tried to keep the desperation out of her voice.

“It was speckly.”

The girl sighed. “Jane, why did you use speckly cheese?”

Jane’s lower lip began to wobble. “I thought it would be like how big cheese with holes in it is better than big cheese without holes in it. Tiny cheese in the red bag is the best kind, but speckled tiny cheese in the red bag is even better!” Little tears were rolling down Jane’s cheeks and she started to chew on her hair.

Her sister took her hand and led her into the kitchen to see their father peeling an apple into a long spiral.

“Daddy I put the speckled cheese in the red bag onto the pizza and now everything smells icky!” Jane wailed, running for the comfort of her father. He picked her up and held her close to his chest, her small arms wrapped tight around his neck as she cried into his shoulder.

“Daughter of mine, could you open the windows?” Mr. Penderwick laid his hand on the girls head, her messy curls poking up between his fingers. That’s what he’d taken to calling her -- “daughter of mine.” He’d smiled when she told him that she didn’t have a name yet, but she didn’t want to use her old one, and said that he was sure whatever she thought of would be perfect. He’d also lent her the book of baby names that he and her mother had used to name her and her sisters, years and years ago. The girl treasured it -- but only the first half, which she looked through whenever she felt brave enough. She never looked at the boy’s names, though, not wanting to see her old name -- her first name -- circled in black pen by her mother from all those years ago. And anyway, there were plenty of beautiful names in the girls section. The boy’s section didn’t need to matter.

She opened the kitchen window and leaned as far out as she could, enjoying the cool breeze on her face, and a smell other than burnt, moldy cheese.

In the end, the Penderwicks did have pizza that night. Soon after disposing of the mess Skye and Jane had tried to make, Mr. Penderwick ordered from Antonio’s pizza, letting Skye do the talking the way she liked to.

By the time the order came (one large cheese pizza and one medium pepper and mushroom pizza), the nights events were almost forgotten. The girl sat down at the kitchen table next to Jane and took the blue plate her father passed her with two pieces of cheese pizza on it.

Despite everything, it was a happy evening on Gardam street.

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