#jasper centric

[eternally-tired-cryptid]

I have been reading for so many of the last 24 hours y'all don't even know

#jasper rambles #ITS NOT EVEN A FINISHED FIC #43 ch and two years and counting aaaaa #its so good #very good dc mcu spiderman batfamily centric crossover fic like holy shit #dark matter by mysterycyclone

[lostinbooks14]

Times in the Wilderness

Leo comes to the Wilderness School

Leo had his head down in the car, his face buried in the paper bag in his hands as he tried to keep himself from vomiting.

Goddammit he hated cars. He hated wherever he was going too. And the stupid court for saying he had to go there. And all his stupid foster parents and his stupid Tìa and his stupid fire curse and his stupid self for ruining everything.

"Leo," his social worker sitting next to him called sharply. She was middle-aged. Probably in her late forties, with light brown hair pulled back in a bun. She was about his height, but he couldn't really tell because of her heels. She was wearing a frilly green blouse and black tight skirt. He thought she was trying too hard.

She'd been really nice to him the first few times they met, but eventually she'd given up. He couldn't blame her. He'd been in eight foster homes and orphanages in the last five years, run away from six of them- her patience was probably wearing thin.

When they caught him five days after he ran away from his eighth home, he'd been taken to court. They said they'd put him in a mental hospital if he ran away again. And he'd overheard his social worker saying she'd be fired if he didn't find a home soon.

"Leo, are you even listening to me?"

"Sorry, m'am," he mumbled, glancing up from the paper bag for a split second.

"Look, kid, I don't know why you keep running-"

"I told you he-"

She ignored him just like everyone else did, "But I need you to stay put this time, ok? My job's on the line here. I've got a kid who's college fees I need to afford, and another who's getting married soon."

"What if someone hurts me?" He mumbled, tears stinging the back of his eyes. Everything was happening way too fast.

"This is a school for children like you," he knew what that meant, delinquents "Teachers are always on the lookout for any signs of bullying. You'll be fine."

He didn't say anything, what was there left to say anyway? She always said he'll be fine everytime he was taken to a new home. He never was.

They'd finished going over the bumpy roads now, he could see the school just up ahead.

It was just a normal building, victorian style, no barbed wire fences or barred windows. Appearances can be deceiving, he knew that better than anyone. But no bars was good. He would've gone insane if he'd been locked behind bars, especially after that incident.

OK, he was not going to think about that.

Or about where they were taken to after it.

Or about what happened when they ran away.

Or about where he was taken to after it.

Yup, he could do this. Totally.

"Leo, we're here."

He got out, leaning on the door of the car for a few seconds to get the puke taste out of his mouth before taking his backpack. It was blue and worn and held every possession he had left. It had been with him for six years now. It was probably his best friend at this point.

A smiling man met them at the door. "Hello, you must be Leo and Mrs.Patroner. I'm Mr.Donovan, head teacher here. We're very delighted to have you here." Somehow Leo doubted it, he could clearly see the sweat on his bald head. "Let's go talk in my office, shall we?"

The school looked old, he supposed it would've looked grand if it weren't for the dirt and mud splatters on the carpet. There were high ceilings and steep wooden stairs curving up eight stories. He couldn't see any machines anywhere, not even a lift. He really hoped the dorms weren't at the top. The thing that caught his eye, though, was the fireplace.

He shrank back from the golden flames involuntarily. They were dancing and licking at the wooden logs, and Leo felt that familiar tugging sensation in his gut. It always appeared when he was close to flames, as if they were calling out to him. Begging him to make them hotter and brighter and stronger. Leo turned away.

"Leo Valdez, yes? You've got quite the resume here," the man laughed nervously. "So, uhm, you'll be boarding with four other boys-"

"Couldn't he have a private room?" Mrs.Patroner interrupted, glancing at him nervously. "He's had a bit of a rough time over the past year," Wow understatement of the year- "so it's probably better if he could stay alone?"

Mr.Donovan looked confused. "Why?"

Mrs.Patroner looked uncomfortable so he spoke up.

"I'm a psycho, sir. I have violent tendencies. Killed a bunch o' people last year," he nodded at his file, forcing himself to keep his voice steady. It'd be worth it if he could get a room alone. He didn't want to talk to anyone any more than he had to. He pretended to count on his fingers, as if their faces hadn't been haunting his nightmares for weeks "Like three, right?"

"He didn't do it on purpose!" his social worker cried, glaring daggers at him. "And the term psycho is very strong, Leo. You can't just throw it around."

"Just saying what you were thinking, m'am," he shrugged.

"Well, uhm, I'm sorry, miss," the head teacher started, choosing to just ignore him. That was fine with him. "You need to pay extra for private quarters. As for the therapy sessions the court ordered, he will have two per week to start with. Ms.Loraine is very nice. Leo can talk with her after you leave. Get his school schedule and all that. Afterwards he'll be assigned a student to show him around. I'm thinking Piper McLean, she's here because of her tendency to steal, but other than that, she's a very sweet child. He'll be getting his uniform and books from the school of course. And he's been assigned to Year 10, though he should be in Year 7, since he's still twelve. I must say he's got an excellent mind."

"Got that from my pops," he grinned, Mrs.Patroner looked at him wearily. "He was mighty good at running away too ya know. Took off three days after I popped out, or so I heard."

Thankfully a knock on the door prevented anyone from reacting.

"That must be Ms.Loraine. Come in!"

A lady came in, dressed in a nice beige coloured business suit with her golden shoulder length hair curling around her shoulders. She wore a white shirt under her coat, a gold chain encircling her throat. Her eyes were large and green. She looked young. Leo bet all his money- well he would've if he had any- that guys went to therapy just to stare at her.

"Good afternoon! I'm the school therapist. You must be Leo."

His social work gave an encouraging nod.

"Yes, miss."

"Come with me to my office? I'll talk you over the school rules, the subjects you'll be taking, and about your mental health for about an hour. After that classes will end and Piper will meet you at my office."

"Sure. See ya m'am," Leo gave a mock salute and practically ran out the door.

#so for context #leos depressed hes just holding it together for a while #trying to be cocky #im planning on making this a series so youll learn about the people he killed eventually #he didnt actually kill them #well two of them at least #so in my version leos abused and r@ped and been homeless and three years younger than Jason and Piper #who are both 15 #going on 16 #by the time of the quest leo is 13-14 jason is 16-17 #i want him to be like the little brother so #this will mostly be leo centric i g #but i might put jasper moments too #no one really asked for this #but i hope you like it anyway #leo valdez #heroes of olympus #leo hoo #leo valdez angst #abused leo valdez #leo valdez fanfic #hoo fanfic #times in the wilderness

[flowerslut]

happy 6 sentence sunday. here's 8

In this particular memory, he’d stopped tearing into the body in his arms—a calf gripped in his hands, the leg attached to nothing more than a lifeless torso—and he’d watched Maria.

He’d studied the way her hands moved softly over the bodies. The most favorable items were things she retrieved during her initial searches, but sometimes, although they’d been forbidden from it, newborns plucked items to keep from the victims they fed on. Jasper watched as Maria carefully pulled stockings from the feet of one newborn before carefully pocketing them, and then on the next body she unclasped a silver bangle, carefully closing the tiny clasp around her own, opposite wrist.

The delicacy in which she handled the bodies she pilfered always made Jasper stop and wonder. On a typical night Jasper would dream up scenarios while moving, letting his thoughts tumble through his mind as he clung to desperate hopes and foolish reveries. On typical nights, if Jasper were lucky, Maria would invite him back into her bed where they’d spend hours wrapped up in each other.

Her hands had never been gentle on his body, even then.

#I've posted so many non-jalice-y snippets #I promise this is jalice-centric lmfaooo #but I'm sorry I love maria too much not to share her parts #roots #wtf is the jasper maria tag #just #jasper x maria #?? who knows

[jcmarketresearch]

#consumer-centric strategies #Wine #consumer #Jasper Colin

[faelapis]

Something Better chapter 30 - "Her Cave" - is out NOW!

Something Better is my Jasper-centric Steven Universe fanfic, canon compliant, set after the events of SU Future. It deals with Jasper trying to find meaning in her life without a Diamond.

Deals with themes of existentialism, the absurd, the non-linear path to healing, the conflict of religious trauma vs religious hope, and also there's Jaspearl. Click the link above to read it!

#something better #jasper #steven universe #su fanfic #my art #steven universe fanfic

[0-r-a-y-0]

MASTERLIST(?) AND REQUEST BOUNDARIES

—Heyy I’m Ray (not my real name) I write Nick centric oneshots (romantic, platonic, etc.)

I like music (specifically rock music but I also LOVE Mitski, Lana feel Rey, Melanie, etc.), I obviously love the triplets, art, writing, Supernatural, Bojack Horseman, horror movies, cats, and many other things

My fav songs <33

How you remind me— Nickelback

I don’t like my mind— Mitski

Nausea— Violet & Dave Grohl

Doll— Foo Fighters

Duvet— bōa

Shandi— Kiss

Comfort Crowd— Conan Gray

Avalon— $uicideboy$

Song about me— Tv Girl

Killing me— Conan Gray

Kill yourself (part lll)— $uicideboy$

Black Hole Sun— Soundgarden

Break— Alex G

Covet— Basement

Breathe (in the air)— Pink Floyd

Carry on wayward son— Kansas

When the sun hits— Slowdive

Plan B— Megan Thee Stallion

Hallie’s song— Eminem

Decode— Paramore

Black Star— Radiohead

Just— Radiohead

And a million more :) (I can talk about music for hours)

— I’m a Leo (July 28 is my bday if you care)

— I’m bisexual (MAJOR preference for girls but I got a boyfriend)

— Proud Nick girl (if that wasn’t obvious) ︎

— My favorite color is navy blue (obsessed with ANYTHING that color)

— Also obsessed with anything related to stars

— Single but MADLY in love with a girl that’s taken by an ugly ass guy (she’s bisexual and totally wants me back I got proof)

What I WILL write about:

- fluff, suicide, eating disorders, self harm, alcoholism, smoking, mental health issues, pretty much anything

What I WON’T write about

-smut, ROMANTIC Nick x fem reader, Nick x reader in general (UNLESS it’s platonic), rape, cancer/any serious illness

—For some reason it won’t show “ask me anything” button on my phone but apparently you can see it so request anything or just ask me some questions. But if you can’t see the button then just send me a message or comment and give me the request!! Also put if you would like to remain anonymous or not!! Thank you <33

︎

ROMANTIC…❤︎

Hickeys (Only 1 with Max)

Party (The start of Jasper)

KISS

Morning Cuddles

Hair Dye

Bad Day

Insomnia

Sick Day

Clean Up

Smoke Session

Clean up (part ll)

Hair Play

Christmas Tree

Flustered

Wisdom Teeth

New Year’s Kiss

Overwhelming

Baked

PLATONIC…⤶

Period

BROTHERLY LOVE…☽

Sick Day

Text Messages (TM)…☠︎

Stoner!Nick x Jasper

Headcanons…꩜

Romantic (headcanons #1)

NSFW Headcanons #2

NSFW Alphabet

SFW Alphabet

#nicolas sturniolo #the sturniolo triplets #christopher sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo

[agonzovi]

[1] Dawn in the rest

Yellow Diamond centric

cowboy bellow au :)

(---)

"That's great to know, Missus— ah, what's your name again?"

The inside of this building is horrid. It's a singular room, painted with dominant shades of white and grey, accentuated only because red wine bottles were stacked on a monochrome shelf.

Mrs. Davis, the lady who introduced herself to Yannick, was dressed similarly in aesthetics, with her fancy white suit and red ascot tie. (Immediately written off as a psychopath in Yannick's mental book.)

"Yannick."

"Missus Yanick, I'm sure you have better things to tend to—"

Mrs. Davis pours the wine into her glass, her black claws curling around its base from the stem, and the wine is placed back on the painted mahogany desk with a hard clink.

If it wasn't the fact that wine bottle was branded by some bigshot company (Who's owner is unfortunately facing Yannick, in complete coincidence.) —Yannick could have mistakenly pinned it as some poor homeless person's blood.

"—seeing as you're just a nomad, I certainly won't hold you for any longer."

Yannick notices how the platinum blonde punctuates the first part, uttered with a patronizing drawl; or perhaps this lady just has a transatlantic accent? who knows.

'Why am I here again?'

Oh right. Because apparently, approaching private property with full intent of stealing was illegal.

And here she was facing the owner of that property, extremely wealthy, (surely, she wouldn't notice a few bottles gone, right?) and strangely lenient with her crime, which if Yannick is guessing, an attempt of mercy that's just another manipulation tactic to seem threatening. Yannick's gotten through worse, and couldn't stand to care less.

"I must warn you, buttercup. If I or anyone who works here witnesses you near this part of town again, There will be consequences."

Mrs. Davis' tall figure stands from behind her desk, looming over Yannick menacingly, She takes note of how Mrs. Davis is a good probably 6 inches taller than Yannick's already lengthy figure, and how her glinting teeth are bared through a faux smile emphasized by thick black lipstick.

those are some strangely sharp teeth.

"Are we crystal, Missus Yannick?"

Yannick hasn't said a word so far yet, she's just sat there in a minute streak of staring detachedly and it would probably be socially appropriate to end that streak.

"Crystal."

Mrs. Davis' teeth-smile contorts into a satisfied curve on her face, strangely perfect, absolutely fake.

(---)

"Do not take improper care of my horse!"

Blood-red wine bottle in hand, and also, blood-red lead rope in hand, (What the fuck is Mrs. Davis' obsession with red things?) Yannick runs off into the sunset. With Mrs. Davis' steed, a majestic pure white thing she didn't mean to steal aside the wine.

It was the closest mount she'd taken because Jasper— her horse, wasn't there when she ran outside to escape Mrs. Davis brandishing a pistol, Yannick had stolen the wine right off the desk and blasted out of the pyschologically torturous setting.

The sentence she screamed when Yannick was far off with her horse was the most emotion she had heard from Mrs. Davis, and Yannick doesn't think thats a good sign.

Compiling these events, Stealing a mount and a bottle from a rich lady with terrifying power and who'd already acquired a history of trying to end her life judging from the flying bullets, She was undoubtedly going to be hunted down.

The sun is setting further, and there are dust trails behind her, she pops the cork off the wine and drinks it straight. Holy shit, that is very good wine.

However, Yannick still needs a plan to escape being hunted down for her head, and precisely decides to go straight and hope she finds something.

The horse throws her off.

#blue diamond #bellow diamond #white diamond #yellow diamond #cowgals #steven universe #su au #su #steven universe future #suf #this is a cowboy au i have no excuse and im trying to relearn writing

[shadow-yato]

TGS x MH: The Premise! (Jackson and Holt Centric)

Things to establish!

-My version of MH is used, so some things may be different than canon

-MH and TGS take place in the same universe, just different points at time

-Jackson and Holt’s trigger changed to night and day once again (because otherwise, Holt would not be able to appear at all! Not without modern outlets)

-The AU takes place shortly after Jasper’s recruitment.

Due to a lodger’s shenanigans, Jackson (and Holt) end up in 1885 London, from 2012 New Salem. Said lodger promptly dumps Jackson on Jekyll.

Jekyll, with enough scrutiny on the society, decides to keep this whole ordeal a secret. (The lodger swore to secrecy after some coaxing and bribery)

Jekyll talks one on one with Jackson and learns of their connection. That Jackson is his great grandchild and that he inherited more than just his name. Jackson had a Hyde. Just like him.

He (and Hyde) internally deals with the implications of Jackson and Holt. The fact he has a great grandchild means he’ll marry at some point (did he move on from Lanyon?). The fact HJ-7 became so potent in their blood, it was genetically passed down. What will happen to them?

Pushing that aside, a cover story was established. Jackson (and Holt) are there under the guise of being new lodgers, hiding their relation to Jekyll (and Hyde) With Jackson’s love for Mad science, he fit right in.

The machine that transported Jackson( and Holt) had broken. The only thing way to get the replacement parts is at the Black Fog Bazaar (which said Lodger has been promptly banned from)

Well that’s no problem, Hyde can just get it for them! The machine can be fixed up, Jackson (and Holt) can be sent on their way and everything can go back to normal!

Then Frankenstein and the fire happened.

It complicates things to say the least.

~~~~~~~~

I plan to flesh out this concept further, but I just wanted to get it out there! Please send me asks if you have any questions or fun ideas for this AU! 😊

#jackson jekyll #holt hyde #monster high #tgs hyde #tgs jekyll #the glass scientists #edward hyde #henry jekyll #the lodger involved is an OC #since no canon lodger deals with time travel (I think) #tgs x mh au

[fuckmeyer]

Wiggins!) the bizarre thing about the vampire men in the cullen family all seem to be at least subconsciously what Smeyer wants Bella to have but can’t seem to get over her initial vision of what she saw in her drafts or whatever. It’s odd that every single one of the Cullen men are like strongly devoted (but mostly devoid of personality because it’s so Bella centric) but when you compare them to Edward they seem interesting in some ways. Like Narratively we’re supposed to have this threat that Edward is constantly holding back from killer her but I don’t feel like we see that. Conversely, Jasper is constantly the one who is suffering about human smells and is the more vampire-like. But he’s also a glorified lap dog. So it’s like ‘oh he’s a monster but he’ll never hurt me” (things Alice has said out loud. Man even psychics slip up. I swear her powers weren’t so accurate until Smeyer needed an excuse for plot reasons)

Emmett feels like when some women say they like waifish guys because they don’t want to seem like they’re vapid for liking “big dudes with muscles” so of course you pair Emmett with the “shallow blonde”

Carlisle, I swear only exists so Edward has someone to model but I would also argue that he’s proto-Edward before whatever reworking she had to do when writing Twilight for a YA audience and brought him back as a different character.

Yeah a rant

hello again bestie Wiglet! (note to self: learn Photoshop so i can shop Jacob's bad wig onto a pic of Piglet)

this is such an interesting take! thanks for sharing. i totally see what you're saying. in all the Cullen men we see both a blend of softness & devotion *and*, interestingly enough, a patchwork of patriarchal ideas of what a man "should" be. & this idea comes to the forefront with the depiction of the love interests

smeyer wants us to see Edward as the chivalric gentlemen from the Days of Yore. we see this in the opening doors, the cutsey little romance taglines ("you are my life now," "look after my heart; i've left it with you," "so the lion fell in love" etc), the knight saving the damsel in distress, the expensive tokens of his affection, etc.

at the same time, in both Edward & Jacob we see the crude traits of the Patriarchy Dreamboat kinda guy. if i had to sum it up, it's like the guy you see in 80s movies. "bad boy." "opposites attract." he's a jerk. he's a hunk. he's domineering. he's allowed to show emotion only & especially if that emotion is anger. he's persistent in his efforts to get the girl, going so far as to kiss her without her consent if it's For a Good Cause (Edward in New Moon post-Volterra, Jacob in Eclipse). he's a cool guy who's In Control 👉😎👉

perhaps that's why the Twilight saga appealed so such a large swath of women & girls. the women, who grew up with the notion that they could have the true love of their dreams so long as they submitted to the patriarchal social contract, saw the contract being fulfilled in Edward. (i.e., "you can be the king if you treat me like a princess.")

on the other hand, the 90s/00s girlies who grew up in the midst of a feminist revolution & who could see the glimmer of a dismantled patriarchy on the horizon were attracted to Edward for the flashes of radical feminist love they saw: the unapologetic expressions of emotion, the honesty of him sharing his vulnerabilities & weaknesses, Bella's ability to override Edward's will when necessary, etc.

sorry, i know this isn't really the crux of the rant you submitted, but it is extremely interesting to see these contradictions playing out in all the male characters of the saga. it's almost like smeyer is having this internal debate with herself without even realizing it...

#twilight meta #twilight renaissance #the twilight saga #i have been reading too much bells hooks (jk that's impossible) and have been thinking about radical feminist theory & #how it actually both applies and does not apply to twilight #i've been wanting to write a meta about it but fuck it #fuckmeyer 2.0 only takes meta requests i guess #anyway you brought up a really good point about how the cullen men are all a mix of what smeyer wanted Edward to be #and yet she was too afraid to realize the vision to its fullest extent #like yes she wants the muscles but she wants Edward to be soft and loving and delicate #and she wants Edward to have an Unforgivable Past but not SO unforgivable that he's completely damaged goods #and she wants him to be Devoted but not SO devoted that he's 'pussywhipped' #and she wants the devout religiosity and Goodness of Carlisle but she recognizes at the same time that women & readers want conflict #my response was getting long and frankly i didn't want to derail or dtract any further from the facts you were spitting but #i see what you're saying and i think you touch on something very incisive about the vision versus the execution of twilight #if we imagine a saga in which Edward WAS balls-to-the-wall Edward...what kind of character would we see? #that is another meta for another time but WOW am i thinking about this Intently and how different the saga would be if smeyer were to Commi #thanks for sending this my way!!! #cheers <3

[moonshade45]

Hi! I have read your fics and these new AU ideas for miko that are *chef's kiss*

So I have this idea of a Miko AU x Helluva Boss!

Miko is a Wolf dog Hellhound who came to Earth quite a time ago for...personal reasons, she decided to stay there and live as another human.

Although her human disguise stands a little out, it is convincing enough to pass her off as human, although to avoid suspicion she wears contact lenses.

Miko knew thanks to her sense of smell that Arcee was not a normal motorcycle that day she was drawing it, she didn't know what it was but its smell was unmistakable and strange.

She would later meet the Autobots and inside she would be howling and barking with joy, it was definitely a good thing that her adoptive human parents showed her that pamphlet from Jasper (even if it was to keep her out of trouble and she would relate better with other children her age)

It is not until one day, during one of her escapades, that she, Jack and Raf are in danger, that she drops her human disguise to reveal a 7" 1' anthropomorphic wolfdog snarling she takes her friends away of danger (while these two scream because a huge wolf took their friend's place)

Miko confesses that she is not actually from this plane and that Hell is quite real. Raf asks her if she was born in hell, what is she doing on earth?

Miko smiled and tells him that she didn't feel comfortable in hell for... reasons but her brother supported her in her decision and with his girlfriend they took her to Earth.

Because of course, his brother's girlfriend had been very kind to help her, being the Queen Bee Beelzebub.

Okay first of all, AMAZING IDEA, I LOVE HOW MIKO IS JUST A REGULAR HELLHOUND WHO. SAID screw you TO HELL AND JOINED THE AUTOBOTS-

Second I noticed that my blog on tumblr is slowly becoming a Miko centric blog with a full view of my main miko AU's. But also has people putting their AU ideas in to expand on them which I also love!

And Miko having the help of Queen Beelzebub is amazing!! :D so sweet.

Also I wonder how the bots would react to this? Especially with the idea that Hell and Heaven are the humans afterlife places and are probably very different from cybertronians.

Also also, would the bots come to the wrong conclusion that Miko is dead? Since hell is where bad people usually go when they die? (Bonus points if they don't care she went to hell instead of heaven) and because of that, they panic badly lol

#transformers #weird au #transformers prime #miko nakadai #transformers au #miko #miko centric #i love all of these au ideas yall come up with and tell me about :D #hellhound miko! AU #helluva boss #hazbin hotel #helluva boss x tfp #crossover

[bungoustraypups]

idk man i just really think that if u genuinely believe that fic authors are required to care about characters they dont care about and make content for characters or ships they dont care about just to prove theyre not secretly misogynists uh. i dont think you actually care about how theyre actually treating real women. because you seem to be using solely the characters they choose to write self-indulgent free fanworks about as the metric to define that instead of, yknow. anything else they do. or at least youre putting a whole lot of emphasis on it

also theres quite a few lesbians ive met who actually dont write men. some even genderbend, whether thru a cis-swap where theyre now AFAB cis women or thru trans headcanons or whatever, canonically male characters so they dont have to write about men. theyre a minority in most animanga and other mainstream fandoms ive seen but as i am not in every fandom nor am i privy to the inner workings of every fandom idk how like, rare those ppl actually are compared to authors who exclusively or mostly write abt men

also like. not sorry for this one, but as a nonbinary trans man who is not a woman even a little bit and refuses to be seen as one or associate myself with womanhood because i am not a woman, it is specifically irritating to me to be told this, because i tend to write most about the characters i project on to or see myself reflected in, and, unsurprisingly, 99% of those characters are men, or can be read as men or are men at least some of the time, or more masculine in presentation

jasper from SU has always been my favorite gem and i didn't get invested in the series until she showed up, for example, and i heavily project onto her and see my experiences in her, despite her being considered woman-aligned, which i have no problem with and am actually glad about because there's not a whole lot of very masculine/butch women in mainstream media to start with, though i wish the show had been more sympathetic with her considering she's literally an abuse victim but i digress

but i often don't write for female or fem-presenting canon characters, or focus many of my fics on them, because in order for me to really get attached to a pre-existing character not of my own creation in a series, i need to be able to see some aspect of myself in them, or they need to have something that makes me interested in their story and draws me towards them. but seeing myself reflected in a character who is a woman or identifies mostly or often as a woman is dysphoria-inducing for me. that's why most of the female characters i write for are my own OCs, because i created them, which means a little piece of me goes into them, which means i'm able to have that connection i often lack with canon characters. i also tend to make the most content for characters i feel attracted towards, who are always men because i'm gay lmao

like i'm not misogynistic or a misogynist. i don't hate women. it's just that between my writing process and the canon characters my brain gets attached to, when i write fic, i write about the canon characters i care about the most, who most often tend to be men because i'm mostly in fandoms of male character-dominated series where the women are either uninteresting, poorly written, or extremely minor, or all three in the worst case scenario. and since i do this for fun, i'm not gonna waste my time writing something i'm not 100% passionate about just because there's a lack of f/f and women-centric content like

that's a problem! but it's a problem that can be just as easily fixed by the people who are demanding more content themselves if they, yknow, actually made some. which a lot of them don't

#cio.txt #cio.org #discourse #fandom discourse #fandom #me #my voice

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

Could you elaborate on the “certain, terrible charm” of the Cullens’ Americanness? I’m an American who has lived in India for a while and I’m inclined to agree with the rest of the world’s exasperation with an America-centric POV, as much as I like being American. I thought that was an interesting thing to say and I’d love to hear more.

I can't remember when I say this but I guarantee I was trying, and apparently failing, to be funny.

What I will say is that the Cullens are hopelessly American at every turn. Meyer goes out of her way to make them as modern American as possible.

Carlisle is British but then moved to America and we're supposed to believe he then never really left for centuries. For... reasons.

Aside from Jasper (still American), everyone is born in the 20th century and a good number of them could still have been alive today. But you have Edward acting so old and worldly, "You have not seen the things I've seen Bella. Twilight is the safest time for our people because we are immortal and sad. Ah yes, I am far older than seventeen for you see--I am one-hundred years old."

Even this high school shindig, this is deserving of its own post but if you really think about it, think about the fact that there will be places they stayed longer, when the high school charade would have had to start up, the fact that they've gone to university multiple times with Rosalie having a fuck ton of degrees...

We're looking at probably five total times they've done high school. Certainly, less than ten.

Five.

And you have Edward talking like this is the endless purgatory he must suffer. Oh, woe is Edward.

God.

I just love them for it. But mostly Edward, Edward, you overdramatic teenage soul.

But back to the American bit, they're just so over the top. They even play baseball. Just... at every possible turn we're reminded of "I'm American!" by these guys for no reason.

Other than Meyer really really wanted them to be American and couldn't imagine anyone being from anywhere else. Ever.

#twilight #twilight meta #twilight headcanon #twilight renaissance #the cullens #edward cullen #anti edward cullen #meta #headcanon #opinion

[jasper-pagan-witch]

10 least favorite witchy books. I wanna know what you hate most

Ask Me My Top 10/Top 5 Anything

See what I mean about this and the previous ask?

1: House Witch OR Green Witch | Arin Murphy-Hiscock: Most things by Arin Murphy-Hiscock suck. These two are just copy-pastes of each other.

2: Anything by Doreen Virtue: She's a scammer and a grifter, what more can I say?

3: Psychic Witch | Mat Auryn: A fucking dredge to get through. Painful in so many words. I have a review on it posted on my blog somewhere.

4: Rebel Witch | Kelly-Ann Maddox: I don't hate this because it's bad (it's perfectly fine), it's just that it's so fucking repetitive and Wiccan-centric. It just didn't feel nearly as rebellious as it claimed it was trying to be.

5: The Goodly Spellbook | Coven Olvenwilde: This one got a whole ass rant.

6: A Spellbook For the Seasons | Tudorbeth: The first flaming piece of garbage I ever reviewed on Tumblr. Terrible, horrible, no good, very bad, also extremely repetitive despite the weird season segregation? Don't know what that was all about.

7: A Tea Witch's Grimoire: Magical recipes for your teatime. | S M Harlow: This one was...strange. You know those compilations of tea recipes you find on Tumblr? Now imagine if someone combined that into a book and sold it on Amazon for fifteen bucks. They don't even taste good and the book is somehow STILL stock full of appropriation and misuse of terminology. How the fuck.

8: Elements of Witchcraft series | various authors, published by Llewellyn Publishing: I only use these for crystal and plant correspondences, sometimes animal ones too. Every time I open it to a different page, I want to strangle the publishing house with my bare hands.

9: In fact, let's just add anything original that gets produced by Llewellyn Publishing.

10: And most books on my correspondences shelf. They're fine for correspondences, but I avoid the actual content because otherwise I'd want to bite out someone's throat like a werewolf.

Bonus: It's Witchcraft: a beginner’s guide to secular & non-secular witchcraft | Jamie Weaver: A hodgepodge mess. Difficult to read and follow. Not nearly as secular as it's trying to be.

~Jasper

#answered #anonymous #ask game: ask me my top 10/top 5 anything

[flowerslut]

Years after their departure from Forks, the Cullens have lowered their guard, moved on from their fear, and made plans for the future. There is no sense in a life half-lived, but despite evidence that assures, Jasper refuses to let his guard down. He knows what dangers can lie uncovered. Eventually, the peace is shattered. A package and a poem arrive in tandem. It is a warning. It is a threat. If the Cullens want to survive, they have to act fast.

roots, a twilight fanfiction

coming to an Ao3 + a FF.net near you

Rating: M (for sexual assault, body horror, graphic descriptions of violence) [full list of trigger/content warnings here] Words: ~197k Canon Compliant / Post-Canon / Canon Couples / Jalice-centric

[preview of chapter one under the cut]

Jasper was annoyed.

Not at the high-pitched whine of the overworked Mac or the fact that he could hear Renesmee loudly complaining to Esme on the level below. It wasn’t the pungent odor of whatever Esme was using to clean the oven that drifted through the vents, nor was it the fact that his chair had started squeaking this morning and they were conveniently out of WD-40. He wasn’t even bothered by the fact that Carlisle had ignored three consecutive calls from his cell while he talked on his work phone, and hadn’t muted any of the calls, letting the rhythmic buzzing on top of his desk echo throughout the second floor. 

No. He was annoyed because Rosalie hadn’t answered his texts before their flight.

His eyes flickered to his phone where it sat, propped up against the unused lamp on his desk, before they moved back to the screen of his desktop. Then, he glanced toward the door of his study, back toward the phone, and then to the screen again.

He could hear the other occupants of the house moving about as the day finally ended and the night picked up where it left off. None of them were heading in his direction yet, but he knew that being interrupted tonight was guaranteed.

His last conversation with his wife flickered through his head and he frowned.

Jasper looked back toward his phone.

Then back toward his computer screen.

Eventually the annoying ‘SMS NOT DELIVERED’ notification flickered across his phone screen, mocking him with its stubbornness. He tapped the ‘resend’ button without another thought, restarting the arduous process of waiting for his damn text message to send.

It wasn’t his main focus tonight. His fingers clicked away on his keyboard, his attention focused more on the internet browser in front of him. 

They were undecided between two different towns now. “Some place new,” their youngest family member had begged. Renesmee had been begging for years now, pretending to be tired of the old homes they’d been shuffling between for over a century now (barely thirty years for her), and it looked like she was finally going to get her way.

It wasn’t for anyone’s sake other but Renesmee’s. They all knew that. It had been almost ten years since his niece had gotten the idea in her head that it would be fun to live somewhere “separate, but close.” Those had been the peculiar words she’d chosen while trying to explain the hypothetical tunnels that they could use to travel between the hypothetical three houses that would be built all “close together but far enough away that any neighbors wouldn’t see”.

They’d never had neighbors close enough to see what was going on in any of their homes, but even so, ‘separate but close’ had turned into a running joke. A ridiculous joke that was inching closer and closer to becoming a true project they’d be taking on soon.

Bella still blamed her daughter’s idea on some urban exploration video she’d watched one too many times during, what she’d called, Renesmee’s ‘breaking-and-entering phase.’

That particular phrasing still made Jasper laugh. 

But Edward had rolled his eyes before going off on another tangent about ‘ethical responsibility’ that they’d all heard some variation of before. He’d never been entertained by his daughter’s adventures across North America as she journeyed into every rusted, grown-over abandoned building she could find, and even less thrilled with the way she’d been enabled by her built-in best friend. 

When Edward told Renesmee no, Jacob usually told her yes. Vice versa. Rinse and repeat.

Jasper’s eyes flickered toward the door across from him, then toward the screen of his phone. The red notification flashed right after he fixed his gaze back on his computer and he, without looking, reached out and pressed ‘resend’ again.

Jasper knew that thirty-six thousand feet above the Pacific Ocean didn’t make for a great place to receive text messages, even if the plane’s wifi worked. Knowing Rosalie, she would enforce her and Emmett’s ridiculous ‘no phone’ rule until they landed at LAX. The only person who had ever protested to that limitation on family vacations had been Alice, and then later, Renesmee had joined in.

Nowadays it was only enforced on trips where Rosalie was around.

Of course Rose and Emmett both checked in every few days for a handful of minutes. They sent pictures, asked how everyone was (Renesmee, mainly) and shared a quick anecdote or two from their trip across South Asia. It was one of the places they hadn’t explored yet, and because they didn’t seem to want to be careful or do more than the basest amount of research into their travels, someone had to.

Jasper brought up another internet window. It had only been minimized, and he was trying not to watch it too closely. (He was barely even watching it at all.) It only took a few seconds to refresh the tabs in the window. Their flight coordinates updated, their plane’s flight progress trip refreshed, and finally the rental car shop around the corner from the airport in Manila updated their systems, confirming the prompt return of their coupe several hours before.

They were still a few hundred miles from the coast and out of radar range. Until their flight was back in line-of-sight range from a tracking station and off of satellite tracing he would continue to refresh the page periodically.

It was something to do while he clicked between ‘for sale’ advertisements in Elkins, West Virginia and in towns around the outskirts of Erie, Pennsylvania. The two towns weren’t similar in many regards, except for more cloud cover than the average small town. The hundreds of acres of affordable land was what had become most appealing to Esme, who had already begun to draw up ideas as to what their new home—or homes—would look like.

Of course Esme had also been far too willing to indulge Renesmee with her planning. It provided her with two things: the ability to keep her entire family close, and the challenge of designing and constructing multiple homes.

The upstairs loft area was covered end to end with sketches and blueprints and fabric samples. Alice had been forced to utilize her smaller sewing machine as of late, even moving it into his study so she could work “with some god-forsaken space to think” while fixing up a few of her current projects.

 Jasper laughed when she first complained under her breath that the power of suggestion was useless in the face of Esme with a project underway. She’d ranted more than once to him over the past few months about how she’d have to restitch every hem she’d applied to the family’s winter wardrobe once Renesmee’s curtain-and upholstery-designing lessons were done with. When Jasper had suggested she use the area when Renesmee and Esme weren’t around, she just whined more about “the principal of it all!” and had since then refused any alternative ideas.

The power of suggestion, he noted, was also useless when it came to his wife.

Jasper sighed quietly and regretted it instantly. The footsteps that had been halfway toward the stairs at the end of the hall paused, and with a turn and a skip, he knew his peace was as good as over.

He minimized his pages of tracking details and pulled up the real estate website on his browser. Two seconds later, a peculiar knock that lasted several seconds and included a variety of multi-finger taps and scratches, echoed through his study.

“Is that The Prophet’s Song?” He asked, without needing to. They both knew that was the beat that had just been rapped against the wood.

A frustrated groan carried through the door before it was flung open. Renesmee’s exasperation was as clear in her tone as it was in her aura. “What the hell!” She flung her hands up dramatically before letting them fall to her thighs with a slap. “You’re too good at that,” she complained. “It’s so annoying.”

“If you keep picking songs from popular bands it’s going to be easy.” He fixed his eyes back onto his screen as she strode in. She didn’t bother closing the door behind her; anything they said would be heard throughout most of the house whether the door was open or not. “That’s also the third Queen song you’ve chosen this month.”

“I’m on a Freddie Mercury kick.”

“Is that so?”

“An 80s kick, really.” 

“That song came out in ’75.”

She huffed. “You know what I mean.” Jasper knew he wasn’t getting out of this conversation easily when she didn’t sit herself down on the couch or the chaise beneath the window. Renesmee perched herself on the edge of his desk and grinned at him. “Dad doesn’t think I should get to have a room in Aunt Rosie’s house and their house so I’m digging deep into his favorite music eras.”

Jasper snorted. He kept his eyes trained on the screen as he clicked through photos of a few decrepit farmhouses on one of the properties he was looking at. “Very mature.”

“Thank you, I think so, too.” She crossed her arms over her chest and sighed. “At least I’m not campaigning for my own house. Which I totally could, by the way. Grandma said she’d help me design one and I know Mom wouldn’t fight me on it. Dad’s just stubborn.”

“He can also probably hear you.”

“No, he and Mom went ‘hunting’,” she stage-gagged and shuddered with all the dramatics Jasper had grown to expect from her over the years. He’d only met Bella’s mother twice, but sometimes he swore that Renesmee took after her more than she did either of her parents.

It was a theory that annoyed Edward, so naturally Jasper had adopted it into his belief system and brought it up at regular intervals.

He performed a quick sweep of the remaining auras in the house. Alice was down in the den with Esme, both of them highly amused by some conversation they were having or TV show they were watching. Carlisle was in his office, expelling a fragile exasperation that Jasper knew wouldn’t last, as he explained over the phone to a member of the hospital staff that yes, while he did want his patients to have a direct link to him for emergencies, a baby with repeated bouts of hiccups did not constitute as an emergency.

Jasper silently noted Bella and Edward’s absence. “Time to plot then, I suppose,” he hummed as he opened a new tab and prepared to research machinery rentals in Elkins. After they priced out how much it would cost to start construction there, they could get the ball rolling. The minimized window at the bottom of his screen was tempting him, but he pointedly ignored it. He could wait for Renesmee to leave before refreshing it.

Renesmee groaned and then laughed. “Aunt Alice is right!”

Jasper quirked an eyebrow but didn’t avert his gaze. He knew that, but— “About what?”

“You’re such a worrywart.”

He lifted his eyes to see her leaning overtop of two of his monitors to glance at the screen of his phone. The red words declaring ‘SMS NOT DELIVERED’ had flickered once more across the screen without him noticing. His unsent text message was still green where it sat in his phone.

He reached out for the device and turned the screen off before he pocketed it.

“Instead of sending them Zillow links you could just, I don’t know, ask them for updates probably. Not that Aunt Rosie will reply to either.” Jasper ignored her. Since she couldn’t see the screen he was looking at, he quickly closed down the browser that had held all of Emmett and Rosalie’s flight tracking information and trip details. It would take him a few minutes to hack back into the TRACON but it would give him something to do after Renesmee left. “Aunt Alice told me Aunt Rosie hadn’t replied to you in like, four days. I bet she blocked your number.”

He finally met her expression. Her shit-eating grin was the same one Edward wore sometimes.

Jasper rolled his eyes. “To what do I owe the harassment of my favorite niece?”

“And don’t you forget it!” She hopped up off of the desk and walked over to the couch, flipping through some discarded mail. “You really ought to open this you know,” she told him as she lifted up a letter from their new forger. “If Mom finds out you haven’t replied she’s going to steal this.”

Jasper stood and walked around his desk, taking both the unmarked letter and the rest of the mail from her hands. “Renesmee.”

“Uncle Jasper.” She tried to school her expression into something more serious as she saluted him, but the smile was still there on the corners of her lips.

He ruffled her hair before she could smack his hand away, then turned toward his file cabinets. “What do you want?”

“I want to go hunting!”

“No.”

“Oh, come on—”

“Why do you want your dad mad at me, too?”

A deal had been made last year when Renesmee got her way and they’d all agreed to do something different and start from scratch in their next town. She would have to turn her diet back to mainly human food before the new year, limiting her hunts to once a month and then, eventually, once every other month.

Something about theories surrounding her nutritional intake and the fact she needed to diversify her diet. Jasper hadn’t been paying too much attention to everyone’s renewed interest in Renesmee’s health. There’d been one incident in the past few years where her health had been taken into question—a flu that had made her bed bound for four days—but even that being a singular isolated incident hadn’t prevented it from turning into Carlisle and Rosalie’s main hobby.

“I thought you were the fun uncle.”

He cracked half of a smile at that. “We both know that’s not true.”

“If I go alone Dad will really have a bitch fit. You and Aunt Alice are like, the only two willing to let me do whatever without having an aneurism.” She paused. “Well, Mom sometimes, too.”

“Great. Talk to her when she gets back.”

Jasper almost felt bad about the wave of genuine frustration and acute disappointment that filled the room as Renesmee made a silent exit, not bothering to close the door behind her. If he weren’t currently occupied he’d probably consider her offer more. After all, she was right about one thing.

He loved his niece, but he didn’t give a damn what she did. If she wanted to test out whether hybrids could get tetanus or how much blood she could really ingest before getting ill, who was he to stop her?

#august 28th <- save the date yall! [alice voice] it's TIME #jalice #twilight fanfiction #alice cullen #jasper hale #roots #Dead Dove Do Not Eat; please don't make me tap the sign once chapters start coming out #shannon switches out the angst for her first attempt at horror #brace yourself for over a year of fic/playlists/moodboards/pain #anyways this is like 1/3rd of chapter 1 and it's not FULLY finished being edited but i'm too excited not to Announce this

[f1uckinghell]

curtain call - a Virtues Verse oneshot

here is a Riley-centric oneshot I wrote as a gift for the lovely @thatsapodium <3

—🎶—

Riley couldn’t spot his family in the crowd, but just knowing they were there filled his heart with an excited, deep warmth. Dad, beaming in the suit he had bought just for this, Mom in the same navy dress that was always brought out for festive occasions. Grandma Sophie, Grandma Grace and Grandpa Joe, excitedly taking photos. His siblings and packlings, dressed up like he rarely ever saw them. Isabel and Leah with little Clara, who was looking adorable in her dress. Carlos and Lando were there, too, of course, and Papa, and Pierre. And Maman, whose eyes were shiny and whose smile was fierce and proud when he cupped Riley’s cheeks in his hands and told him, „I knew you would make it one day.“

„Three more minutes,“ Benoit, the conductor of the orchestra, said behind him, startling Riley away from the curtain.

„Okay.“ Riley exhaled slowly and smoothed down his dress.

Ben watched him with a thoughtful smile. „You will be amazing.“

„What are you doing up here?“ Riley asked quickly, trying to will himself out of blushing.

„I wanted to come see you,“ Ben replied, fixing his cufflinks, „For good luck.“

Now, Riley was definitely blushing. „Oh. Thank you.“ He didn’t know why, but he added, „My whole family is here today.“

Ben gave him a sympathetic grin. „Ah. Nervous?“

„A little bit,“ Riley admitted, shifting on his feet. The black dress he was wearing had a high neckline and felt like a hug. „Aren’t you?“

Ben gave a very french shrug. „Yes,“ he said, „Everytime.“

That was oddly comforting, because Benoit was a literal musical genius, one of the youngest conductors ever to work with this particular orchestra. He was a beta from France, in his early thirties, supremely talented and very handsome with thick dark hair, blue eyes and glasses.

Riley and him had been flirting for the past few months.

A low gong sound counted down the last few moments before the start of the concert.

„I mean it, Riley,“ Benoit said quickly, taking an urgent step forward, reaching for Riley’s hands. Ben’s hands were warm and strong around Riley’s when he squeezed them. „You are amazing. You will do amazing.“

Riley let out a breathless „Thank you!“ while his entire body felt like it was spinning.

Ben let go of his hands and gave Riley one last lopsided smile. „Bonne chance!“

„Bonne chance!“ Riley echoed, and then, quickly before he could change his mind, „Wait!“

He took two steps forward and kissed Ben on the cheek. „For good luck.“

Ben let out an adorable, surprised noise, half-stopping in his tracks, but Riley ushered him away, giggling. „You have to go! Quick!“

„I have to go!“ Ben repeated, a big, happy smile spreading on his face, „Yes. I have to- I’ll see you later!“

„Yes!“ Riley watched as Ben almost tripped over his own feet when he hurried towards the stage entrance. His heart was beating fast and hard in his chest, and he felt like he could do anything right now.

„Ladies, Gentlemen and esteemed others,“ the voice of the concert hall’s director sounded through the thick curtains as the crowd quieted down, „Welcome to Young Talents night at the Royal Concert Hall.“

Riley took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

The concert went perfectly.

Riley had to blink away tears in his eyes when the crowd cheered and clapped for them. Nothing could ever rival this feeling.

Well, maybe something could: the sight of his family in the foyer, Dad carrying a massive bouquet of flowers.

Jasper was the first to spot him. „Riley!“ he exclaimed, and ran at him, throwing his arms around him. He had grown a lot, and catching him forced a little „oof“ out of Riley. Nevertheless, he hugged his little brother tightly, and Jasper squeezed him back, going on and on.

„You sang so beautifully and you look so pretty and Dad cried but he pretended he didn’t-“

This meant so much more than any compliment from any professional he had received while making his way through the crowd.

His family descended upon him with hugs and kisses and compliments. Dad hugged him for a long time. Riley enjoyed being covered in Dad’s comforting, familiar scent. When they let go, there were proud tears in Dad’s eyes again that he wiped away with the back of his work-worn hand. „I’m so fucking proud of you.“

„Dad,“ Isabel scolded jokingly, covering Clara’s ears.

„Some occasions warrant foul language,“ Leah said, and threw her arms around Riley, pulling him into the next hug.

Several minutes passed until everyone had hugged him and told him how proud they were of him.

„Um, Riley, I think someone is here to see you,“ Luna said behind him when Riley was just in the process of getting squeezed by Grandma Sophie. When he turned, he saw Benoit standing there on the edge of his family circle, looking politely handsome with a glint in his eye.

„I just came to congratulate you briefly on your outstanding performance,“ he said.

Riley felt his already wide smile widen. He could tell his entire family was curiously watching them now.

„Thank you,“ he said as gracefully as he could; he knew Ben could tell he wanted to say much more. Do much more. „Congratulations on yours as well.“

So formal. A cheeky little grin tugged on the corner of Ben’s mouth. „Thank you so much.“

There was a slight pause, then Riley remembered to introduce Ben. He gestured behind himself awkwardly, „This is my… my whole family. …this is Benoit, the conductor.“ When he half-turned, he saw Maman’s knowing grin.

Grandpa Joe leaned over from behind Riley, holding out his hand to shake Ben’s. „Incredible work, young man.“

„Thank you so much,“ Ben replied, shaking Grandpa’s hand. „Lovely to meet Riley’s family.“

„You have cool glasses,“ Jasper said from where he was wrapped around Mom.

„Thanks!“ Ben grinned, „So do you.“

Jasper looked very satisfied with the compliment. „We’re going to have sushi now, because that’s Riley’s favorite.“

„Nice,“ Ben grinned, „That’s good to know.“ He gave Jasper a little wink. „Hope you enjoy your dinner.“

Jasper beamed up at him.

Riley felt like his heart was about to burst out of his chest.

„I’ll see you saturday?“

„Yes,“ Ben said, turning his attention back to him with a warm smile. „See you saturday.“

„Okay,“ Riley said quietly, trying not to completely lose it over Ben in front of his family.

„Enjoy your sushi,“ Ben told him, giving a formal, modest little bow before disappearing into the crowd.

It took his siblings exactly two seconds after Ben was gone to start making kissy noises.

Some things never changed.

#virtues verse #fluff tag #pup tag #vv!riley #vv!ben #vv oneshot #pack tag

[faelapis]

Something Better chapter 29, "Feeding Time" is out NOW!

Something Better is my Jasper-centric Steven Universe fanfic about her searching for meaning in life without a Diamond. It is set after the events of SU Future (canon compliant), and follows a horror-filled yet hopeful existential crisis over purpose, trauma, gem religion, and whether its possible for Jasper to live a good life. It is very much "angst", but with a happy ending. Click the link above to read!

#steven universe #su fanfic #jasper #my art #steven universe fanfic #su future