#that is. you know. supernatural fanwork

[the-most-pathetic-edge-marquis]

i was thinking about werewolves, and legends about calling someone you love by their name to transform them back, how much love that must take (and how that maybe wouldn’t be a good thing), and...

dream of the place where nothing is red

an au where jacob black is a full-blown, full-moon, body-horror werewolf. this story is nothing but vibes, please don’t overthink it. also, mild body horror ahead, enter at your own risk

(as always text below the read-more for those of you who prefer to read on tumblr; about 3,000 words!)

Bella stands on the cliffs and clenches her fists.

She’s put it together, all the pieces of clues, all the truths she didn’t want to admit.

The phone rattling to life in the midnight-dead-quiet of the house, startling her out of sleep to listen to Charlie stumbling and swearing through the dark. Grim reports and bodies in a morgue, in a too-regular rhythm, spaced almost far enough not to notice.

Pawprints torn bloody into black dirt, the dragging trails of heavy claws—too large to be anything but a bear, too unmistakably canine to pretend they are. Whispered stories between hikers in the store shelves.

Unanswered calls, ringing out and out to a full voicemail box to, eventually, the click of a disconnected line.

I’m not good anymore, a cracked voice, and cracked nails on shaking fingers. Rain pouring down and down and down, choking, drowning—

The moonlight silver on the waves.

Ssh, the ocean roars, crashes and churns and spits bitter salt against the rocks, so far below her it sounds like a whisper. You hear it. He’s coming.

She does. Not howls, for all that some part of her is braced for a high and piercing voice to split the lonely night. Just the thunder of footfalls, the huge heaving breaths of something too big to exist, branches snapping on its back as it churns toward her through the trees.

She inhales, and clings to the cold in her lungs. The cut on her forearm, so long and deep her brain has whited out the pain, pulses—she can feel cool liquid sliding down her wrist, taste the rusty, sour smell on the air. Her heart beats, furious as the waves. Blood drips off her fingertips, splashes onto lichen-streaked stone.

Above the forest, the full moon gleams.

And the werewolf bursts through the trees.

A scream flails in Bella’s throat. She bites her lip, refuses to let the sound free.

It’s huge.

Except even that isn’t enough to describe it, nowhere near.

The creature across the clearing—slinking to a wary halt at the sight of her, pawing at the place where forest melts to clifftop with a horrible screech of claws against stone—is so big that part of Bella’s brain has stuttered to a stop just trying to make sense of it.

Its head looms higher than hers, even on all four paws. Jaws snap open, closed, open. A red tongue lashes out over black lips, both oozing a darkness she won’t try to name. Teeth burn white in the moonlight, fangs so long Bella thinks she could wrap a hand around one and her fingers wouldn’t meet on the other side of it.

Muscle ripples under russet-red fur as it paces, tossing that huge shaggy head, and the force would be enough to tear her limb from limb without any effort at all.

Some shivering part of her wails run, RUN, but she knows it’s far too late for that.

She’s left herself only one way out.

Over the edge of the cliff. Down into the hungry roar of the waves. Maybe luring the monster after her if she’s lucky. If she’s quick and clever enough to make one last difference, even though her life has meant less than nothing since Edward left her—

The wolf shudders, tosses its head high one last time…and steps onto the stone.

Muscles coil in its back legs, readying for a spring. Its eyes burn in the heavy shadows under that bristling fur—she can’t tell quite where they end or begin, but she can tell they’re locked on her.

For one last moment, she pictures turning. Jumping. Both of them plummeting down into a rush of silver bubbles—drowning together, sinking somewhere neither of them can hurt anyone ever again. Dying this time not in the place of someone she loves, but with them, gripped in their jaws and thrashing down, down, down together.

 But her heart pounds and the waves crash and adrenaline is as sharp and as bright in her veins as the gleaming moon overhead.

There’s a different story clenched in her fists tonight.

The wolf, (the huge slavering bloody-mouthed monster, the killer with screeching claws and bristling fur and a lashing tail), leaps.

Bella stands straight, summons every ounce of air in her aching lungs.

“Jacob Ephraim Black.”

Her voice cracks, but it doesn’t shake, and the wolf—the werewolf (the terrified, trembling monster out of place in these woods and knowing it, with too-bright eyes and jagged, wheezing breaths desperate to fill too-large lungs)—

Stops. Gracelessly, furiously, crashing to a halt at the last instant, digging claws into stone and sending shards of it flying—one grazes Bella’s cheek, slices it open.

It's so close that Bella can smell the sour-rot scent of someone else’s blood dripping from the jaws bare inches above her, so close that hot breath gusts across her face and sends shudders down her spine.

So close that she can recognize his eyes.

 They’re not black, the way they looked across the clearing with subtlety scored away by moonlight and the shadows of trees and the buzz of terror under her skin. No, the wolf’s eyes are brown—deep, mesmerizing, rich and cool as the soil humming with life between pine tree roots—

She knows those eyes. Human eyes, stretched too big to fit in this massive skull, with pupils blown wide in terror and burst blood vessels staining their whites. Emotion hums from them into the pit of her stomach, even though there’s no cue to explain it. Terror. Rage. The desperate need to hurt, to heal, to run—

His pain hers, just like always.

Jacob.

Bella swallows. She strains onto her tiptoes and raises her left hand, (ignoring the pain that lashes lightning-quick from the cut up to her shoulder, ignoring the stained fur that makes it clear the half-baked plan of her blood luring him to her first failed). She can’t reach anything but the bottom of his muzzle, wants desperately not to get that close to the fangs bulging behind his pressed-close lips—

But then he bends his head. His eyes are still wary and wild, but the nose that he presses into her palm is cool. She slides her hand farther up his snout, into shockingly-soft russet fur, and watches him tremble at the touch.

"Jacob,” she says again, and clings tight. “Jacob Ephraim Black.”

He growls, low and fierce and so loud it rumbles into the pit of Bella’s stomach.

RUN! the back of her mind insists again, but she’s floated so far from that shaking, rational voice that it barely even registers. The wolf’s skin burns, and she's warm, flooded by it from the palm of her hand and sheer proximity.

The shape of the werewolf will be removed if he be reproached by name, the book had said, or if again he be thrice addressed by his Christian name.

 It had taken her so long to find a copy of it, scouring library shelves off the desperate hint of one careless mention of a myth, if someone who loves a werewolf calls them by their name, they transform back! on a barely-maintained blog.

She’d stumbled across that searching werewolf and trying desperately not to collapse into memories at the just-barely-warped reflection of her first weeks here. (Was every legend true, every horror story and myth alive in the gloomy shadows of these trees? Was she going to keep falling in love with them for her whole miserable life—)

It was less than half a clue, less than half a chance. Hadn’t she already known first-hand how unreliable all the stories were? (A vampire standing in the sun, blazing gold tracing the map of where veins should’ve been, light caught blinding under his skin like it was about to sear away and she’d gasped on the verge of a scream, but he just smiled.)

But she’d been heartsick for weeks by then, gnawing on her lip so constantly, so deep, that the sores stung when she brushed her teeth. Notes about missing persons taped to their fridge in Charlie’s shaky scrawl. Stumbling across smudged pawprints on a hike with Jake and he whistled but the scar of a monster’s fangs on her wrist burned suddenly ice-cold.

Jake, leaving a movie early because he hadn’t wanted to cancel on her but Embry and Quil were already at a campsite waiting for him and he’d honked and waved furiously out the window as he peeled out of the parking lot, and she’d buried her head in her hands to hide the fact that she was grinning—

And then there was nothing, nothing, a phone ringing out to Billy’s pre-recorded voice.

One last argument in the driving rain, and the terror on his face. You have no idea what I’ve done, he whispered, and she grabbed his hand, begged, I don’t care, Jake, I don’t, please, but he tore free, spat you should.

And when she went back the next day even Billy had no idea where he was.

She’d been sobbing herself to sleep, sliding slowly back towards the blank-page apathy that she knew could swallow her whole. Dragging the screen out of her bedroom window to perch on the sill and let her feet dangle down over a drop that probably wouldn’t kill her, when the nightmares jerked her awake and refused to let go. Watching the woods behind the house, pulling a too-big hoodie tight around herself and trying to convince herself it still smelled like Jake.

He’d lent it to her, one miserable day when it started snowing out nowhere while they were in the garage and she hadn’t been able to stop shivering even curled up around the tiny, coughing space heater. And then, of course, he insisted she keep it at least long enough to get to her truck through the snow—and of course she’d kept meaning to give it back, but—

But she stood in the library months later with a reprinting of some priest’s book heavy in her hands, the only other stories of solutions she’d been able to find, (solutions, never cures), churning bitter in her stomach, and thought this.

(She’d been choking awake from nightmares for weeks. Silver knives buried in the middle of Jacob’s forehead, right next to the near-permanent smudges of engine grease because he always forgot and brushed hair off his face in the middle of working on the Rabbit. Her hands pouring poison down his throat and he looked at her heartbroken for one long moment before he choked, gagged, and instead of vomit his face crawled back out of his throat, bloody and swelling and snapping fangs—)

This I can do, she thought.

(The worst part was never the nightmares themselves. The worst part was remembering them as she stared at grainy obituary photos, at the flickering of plastic battery candles tucked in the memorial nook by the cafeteria and the glossy smile in a cheap picture frame between them—and love still sat heavy as a stone in her stomach. The worst part was waking up sweaty and screaming and knowing that the dreams were a best-case she’d never be strong enough to reach—)

And now she stands a bare step from the edge of a cliff, Jacob snarling and shivering beneath her hand, and he doesn't bite. The exhilaration is too strong to even remember her terror.

She winds her fingers tighter into his damp fur, soaked through now by the blood on her palm.

The wolf’s head is too huge to really meet both his eyes at once, but she tries anyways. Stares into that frantic, frenzied brown—thinks about the handful of fears Jacob’s confessed to her, slow and shaking every time like he expected her to hate him for it. Thinks about how she sometimes wanted to tear the world apart just listening (I don’t think I can remember my mom’s voice), but she could never find that anger in him—

“I love you,” she says, ignoring that this of everything she’s done tonight makes panic claw between her ribs, “Jacob Ephraim Black.”

She wants to slam her eyes shut as she says it. To have nothing but the feel of his name on her lips, to not have to know if the story was just a story, if she’s run out of whatever luck or coincidence stopped the wolf the first time she spoke—

She keeps watching. Grits her teeth and swallows her fear, and stares into brown eyes as for a moment, under the harsh light of the moon, everything goes still. Even Jacob. The tremors vanish. His growl and his gasps for breath fall suddenly silent.

The waves roar.

The wolf—

Blinks.

 Hope has its own heartbeat in Bella’s throat. It pounds her temples, aches in the sockets of her eyes.

Jacob’s eyes snap open, pupils narrowed to pinpricks, a million miles away from meeting Bella’s gaze—and then he jerks his head away. Fur rips free in Bella’s fist with the force of it. She stumbles, dragged a useless step in his wake as—

He whips his head up and (finally, furiously) howls.

It rips the night apart. Ricochets out across the ocean, not plaintive or lonely at all, shrill and hoarse and agonized. Bella blinks back tears, ears ringing.

But the wolf is shrinking.

For a second Bella thinks maybe it’s just that aching hope, strangling her now—but he topples over sideways, and it’s unmistakable.

He curls in on himself, and with every spasm limbs shrink, huge heaving sides cling closer and closer to the ribcage twisting under his skin like something alive. The claws gouging into stone leave smaller and smaller trails—and then don’t break into it at all.

He keeps thrashing.

Red fur ripples, crawling onto its ends and then melting back into clumps and knots and messy, impossible lines—leaving smooth brown skin underneath it, shining sweat-slick.

A crack echoes out, like gunfire—another, and another—bones, Bella realizes dizzily, those are his bones breaking.

He whimpers, caught halfway between the wolf and the voice she knows some days better than her own.

She doesn’t have a plan. His head is still the wolf’s, with bristling fangs and jaws cracking at impossible angles as it strains to fit all of them—she doesn’t have a plan. Has a screaming primal terror in her stomach telling her to stay back.

But she steps closer.

“Jake,” she says.

He rasps another horrible half-human howl, and she sinks onto her knees beside him. He’s almost all human-shaped now, twisted down in the time it took her to get to him, into two long legs that bend in all the places they’re supposed to, a human torso scraping against the jagged stone, long black hair spilled out in a puddle around his head.

But his skin still seethes. Ragged patches of rust-red fur crawl across his thighs, wrap his stomach around to his back, line his shoulders. It clings stubbornly thick to his wrists and the backs of his hands, clustering around elbows that bulge not quite right, and—

His face. A long stripe of fur slashes across it, forehead to chin, around the edge of lips that still bulge a little out of his face, not quite done being a muzzle. One long fang curves over his jaw, digs viciously into the soft flesh of his neck. Bella chokes on a gasp.

He wrenches around. His eyes, still red with burst blood vessels, lock onto her, and this time she can see him recognizing her. Sees the shame, the guilt, burning straight down to his heart.

“Jake,” she repeats. He squeezes his eyes shut.

She reaches, catches one of his twitching hands—the inside of his palm is still coated in soft fur. She laces her fingers through his. Two of them are still half claws, knuckles melting into hard bone and razor-sharp edges—

“Jake, please.” Her voice cracks. She clutches tighter, not caring that she can feel her knuckles bruising against the claws. “Jake, I’m here.”

His hand is so, so cold, and she's never felt so useless—

Realization hits, electric.

She drops his hand, fumbling for the hem of her sweater. She wore it for—some stupid reason. Something in between a desperate attempt at scents that would catch his attention from wherever he was hiding, and just needing the comfort, as she stumbled out of the house with her heart in pieces, a note on her desk that she was hoping desperately she’d be back in time to burn before Charlie had to read it—

Give the werewolf his human clothes, and he will remember his human shape—

She’s wearing Jake’s hoodie. She drags it over her head, wincing as it drags against the cut on her arm, but then it’s loose in her hands, fabric still warm from her own body. Goosebumps prickle down the back of her neck.

She leans in, grabs Jacob under the arms, and heaves. (He’s heavy, but worse than that she can feel bones still moving under his skin, grinding below coarse red fur, and for a second she thinks she might vomit—)

But he groans as she drags him upright, and the sound is almost human.

“Come on,” she whispers, heart hammering, as he slumps forward onto her shoulder. (There are too many teeth in his mouth still, shining as his lips part to gulp down air, and she’s hyper-aware of their inches from her skin—) “Come on, Jacob.”

It’s hard, and horrible, and she’s going to be so sore tomorrow, but she pushes him up again just long enough to wrestle the hoodie over his head. He shudders, violently—

And this time when he collapses onto her shoulder, his arms fly up to hug her. To grip the back of her t-shirt, with fingers that aren’t claws at all. (She can feel blood soaking off them in tiny pinpricks, knows his nails must be cracking and tearing from their beds again, just like that last shouted conversation where she finally let herself suspect.)

“Bella,” he sobs, hoarse and desperate and familiar as the backs of her hands. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry—”

“Jake,” she says, one last time. Below them, the ocean murmurs, and finally, she uncurls her fists and reaches out to hug him back. 

#is this original content? #jacob black #i have no explanation i was thinking about werewolves #i really cannot stress enough how much this is Just Vibes #which forks high school student do YOU think jacob murdered?! #it's up to you i didn't care enough to decide #opposite energy though #the quotes about werewolf lore are from an actual book by an actual English priest btw #also i've been thinking a Lot about symmetrical language in stories recently #so yes. that is on purpose #it might also be annoying idk i wrote this and desperately wanted to post it #also yes i stole this title from that really good poem #'when is a monster not a monster oh when you love it' #that is. you know. supernatural fanwork #it's a good poem

[scarrletmoon]

okay i know the Discourse™️ has been going on for way too long at this point, but

i think some people outside of the OFMD fandom don’t actually get why we’re particularly annoying about this show

OFMD is not the first queer show to ever exist. if anything, it's a late entry in decades of queer media. over a year and a half since the first few episodes aired, everyone knows that OFMD is queer. that doesn't make it particularly special

but back in March? this is the trailer that dropped in February of 2022, 2 weeks before the premier. if you're used to seeing queer chemistry in shows that aren't intended to be queer, you might see the hints between Ed and Stede here. but to most people? it's just a silly little pirate comedy. just guys being dudes. the trailer doesn't even hint at the other 2 canonical queer relationships in the show -- the closest it gets suggesting romance is the music and the pink in the poster

so when people watched this show in March 2022, they went into it expecting subtext and nothing else. to them, it was like watching Sherlock or Supernatural or Merlin in the 2010s. if you were in any of those fandoms -- especially Sherlock and Supernatural -- you know what it was like; constant jokes at our expense, being mocked for creating explicit fanwork, made fun of by the creators and within the show itself. if we saw queer subtext, that was our problem. this was a time when you pretended NOT to be in fandom, for fear of ridicule. we kept our fanwork to ourselves, we DID NOT share it with the cast, and we accepted that our favourite ships would probably never be canon. maybe one day, if we were lucky, we'd have a show where the subtext wasn't mockery as much as deliberate foreshadowing -- but that had to be YEARS away

right?

OFMD was never billed as a queer show, not in the beginning. there was no LGBTQ+ tag on (HBO) Max, it wasn't on anyone's list of upcoming queer shows in 2022, it flew under the radar through most of its first season. this was a show about pirates, and sure, some of them were queer. but not the LEADS. if you think they're romantically involved, that's must be fandom brain poisoning

except the 9th episode aired, and they kissed. and the show said "you're not crazy for thinking they have chemistry because they really do. it's been a romance this whole time". and in the 10th episode, Stede realizes that he's in love

(not mandating you watch this clip if you don't care for the show, but there's something that feels particularly earth shattering about no one saying the word gay but knowing that Stede's realizing he is, that it's completely unambiguous and explicit in a way that only straight romances are usually allowed to be)

this is why people freaked out about this show. no one knew. even the creator, David Jenkins, was surprised when WE were surprised that it was gay for real -- he set out to write a love story, using all the tried and true beats of a rom com. he'd never even heard of the term queerbaiting. he looked at historical Blackbeard and Stede Bonnet and thought "oh, there's something here" and just...wrote that, with very little fanfare, like it was inevitable. like it was obvious. of course Jim and Pam end up together. of course Buttercup and Westley end up together. what kind of disappointing ending would it be if You've Got Mail ended with the main characters just going their separate ways?

so of course Ed and Stede are in love

look, i get it. we're annoying and won't shut the fuck up about this show that seems mediocre at best. i watched the whole thing back in march, thought "huh, that was cool" and was sure that i'd forget about it in a few days

an hour after looking at fanart on twitter, i was lost in the fucking sauce

there's just so much to unpack from a mere 10 episodes. it covers racism, toxic masculinity, gender expression, sexuality, trauma and abuse. and i don't think we should overlook the fact that the non-white characters in this show get to be fully human in a way i haven't seen in my favourite shows in recent memory

additionally, most OFMD are 25 or older. we're not people who've been spoiled by queer rep, who don't get how hard it used to be, how you'd have to grovel for scraps, how shipping and fanfiction was a way to find queer rep where we thought there never would be. we've been here. we're annoying about this show because for a lot of us, it's the first time we've been treated like our queerness isn't an anomaly that needs to be relegated to its own section, that needs to be praised for the bare minimum of acknowledging that we exist. it's not pulling punches to avoid scaring away a straight audience. it just is.

OFMD for me is like when i watched Black Panther for the first time and realized that this is what white people felt all the time. have there been other black superhero movies? of course! does Disney fucking suck? BOY does it. but that was the first time i got to sit in a movie theater and watch a mainstream film that looked at Africa and said "look at how beautiful you are, exactly as you are"

and idk. i think that's really cool

#scarrlet rambles #ofmd #cant wait for all 5 notes on this post #and dont be fucking mean i'm not trying to start shit #anon is off btw if you want to try that #we're going to have a productive conversation or none at all we're adults here #for some reason tumblr didn't save my links and stuff THANKS TUMBLR #anyway the typo version is floating around now i guess 🥲

[destinationtoast]

Calling Game of Thrones fans with knowledge of the fandom's history! [see also: Supernatural version]

I'm in the midst of putting together some fandom deep dives as part of my analysis of TV Fandom Fix-Its on AO3, including GoT. I'm trying to give context for how many fanworks the fandom was producing overall, and when overall spikes in fandom activity were happening, and I could use help.

Specifically, I'm trying to label AO3 activity spikes with what episodes/events seemed to contribute to them. But I'm probably missing important context. E.g., I know there were other events like fanwork exchanges happening that might have been contributors to some activity spikes, or things the show creators said/did might also have contributed sometimes.

If you have theories about why the red spikes between seasons happened near the following dates, that would be excellent:

Dec 28, 2020

May 11, 2020

Oct 5, 2015

Sept 29, 2014

July 21, 2014

And if you think I'm missing important context for some of the other spikes, or I made goofs on some of the labels, please LMK!

This was posted on April 10, 2024; I'm hoping for relevant replies in the next few days.

If you prefer to look at the raw data, it's too long to list here, but you can read it in this spreadsheet. And you can view the graph and labels bigger in this slide.

Thanks so much in advance!!

(If you have questions or critiques, please click through and read more context on AO3 or click through to the OP version of this post, which I will update with clarifications as needed.)

#got #game of thrones #asoiaf #fandom stats #questions for the tumblmind #op #toastystats #50 #100

[brsb4hls]

This might not make sense at first, so I'll explain:

To me, Supernatural has a lot of flaws, but I still enjoy it, mainly for the surrounding fandom, certain characters and storylines.

And I keep seeing posts were people praise the show in regards to meta which- does not mean they like the show, just someone's take on it.

So, as a long time SPN-kinda-fan I wanna know:

I had to redo this, hope the answers work to cover everything and are understandable.

#supernatural #spn #polls #tumblr polls #fandom #tv shows #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #and so on

[sunriseabram]

Fandom Trumps Hate 2024: AFTG

Take a look at all these amazing AFTG offers for @fandomtrumpshate 2024. For full details of all listings, click here. Browsing is open now, bidding begins 8 am EST, 5th March 2024, to 8pm EST, 9th March 2024. Come help us raise money for nonprofit organisations! Reblog to spread!

Written Fanwork:

Catasterisms (@catasterisms): 5 - 10k, Andreil, E. Special: ace characters.

LailisGrace (@lailisgrace): Less than 5k, E.

Jane (@billdenbrough): Less than 5k, Jerejean/Kevaaron, E. Special: ambiguous endings.

Ilgaksu (@ilgaksu): Less than 5k, E. Special: character study, kink.

Lacklusterlion (@lacklusterlion): Depends on donation, Andreil, E. Special: willing to address most topics.

Adverbialstarlight (@adverbialstarlight): 5 - 10k, Andreil / Renison, E. Special: nonwhite characters, f/f.

Foundinthedark (@sunriseabram): 10 - 20k, Andreil, E. Special: canon divergence, supernatural, hurt/comfort.

Astus (@thetamingofspike): Less than 5k, andreil, E.

Geneat (@aftg-ho): 5 - 10k, Kandreil / Ravens, E. Special: raven team, smut, poly, unhappy endings.

Six-of-snakes (@six-of-snakes): Less than 5k, Kandreil / Kevjean, M. Special: trans headcanons, f/f.

Yikesohdear (@livelikeheroes): 5 - 10k, Andreil, M. Special: trans characters, dark content.

Yourneighborhoodneighbor (@yourneighborhoodneighbor): Less than 5k, Andreil, Twinyards, E. Special: omegaverse, kink, trans characters.

Fanart:

Tidalst (@tidalst): Andreil/Kandreil/Kevneil, T, bid starts $10. Special: trans interpretations and poly.

Heartstringsduet (@heartstringsduet): M, bid starts $10.

Oddgreyhound (@oddgreyhound): T, bid starts $10. Special: trans characters.

Imico (@thisuserdead): M, bid starts $5. Special: f/f, poly, trans characters.

CavanCaptain (@captainroadkill): E, bid starts $10. Special: Riko, Renee, Gore

Fan labour:

RainScrawl: Podfic. 10 - 20k words, E. Special: vast interests.

CuriousEmWanders: Beta / sensitivity reading / specialist expertise. More than 50k, Andriel, E. Special: mental health, kink.

Storyofeden: Podfic. Depends on donation, E. Special: unhappy / ambiguous endings.

Sydinrealtime (syndinrealtime): Beta / sensitivity reading / specialist expertise. More than 50k, E. Special: Judaism, medical field, death.

Aliteralgarbageheap: Podfic. 20k Max, Andreil / Kandreil / Matt x Andreil, E. Special: soulmates, gender, poly, trans characters.

If I missed anyone's listing or @, please let me know and I will add you! Thank you to everyone who is offering their talent for free! You are amazing ♥

#fth #fandom trumps hate #aftg #all for the game #neil josten #andrew minyard #the foxhole court #nathaniel wesninski #aftg fandom #fanfic #ao3 #andreil #kandreil #podfic #beta #come raise money for charity! #the foxes #all for the gay #palmetto state foxes #aftg fanart #all for the game fanart #andreil fanart #fanart #andrew #kevin day #neil

[polyamships]

Polyamships is hosting #MultiamoryMarch2023 💞

We’re happy to reblog any polyam creations for the month of March from any fandom or from original works. You can use the above prompts if you need a little inspiration, or you can create something in general for a polyamorous ship of any kind. We also have plenty of prompts from past years we’d still love to see fanworks for if they inspire you better. If you use a prompt, please make sure to let us know which prompt you're creating for somewhere on your post.

At us @polyamships and use the tags #MultiamoryMarch and #MultiamoryMarch2023 in the first five tags so we can hopefully see it. If you don’t see us reblog your post within a few days feel free to send us an ask to let us know, or submit it via our googleform here, in case we’ve missed your post or the tags/notifications are being weird.

All ratings are welcome but anything nsfw/triggery should be warned for and behind a read more, as should very long tumblr fic.

We also have an AO3 collection for the event that can be found here and the collection name is 'multiamory_march_works'.

We can’t wait to see what you create for the month, and please do spread the word about the event. ❤️♾️ QPR on the graphic is the abbreviation for Queerplatonic Relationship. And Sedoretu is a poly marriage invented by Ursula K. Le Guin in her science fiction story "A Fisherman of the Inland Sea," which you can find more out about over on its Fanlore page. All the prompts can also be found as text below the read more. Over the next month or two, we will also be doing a number of posts with expanded ideas for each prompt for anyone who needs a little more inspiration than just the one or two word style we have below.

March 1st - V relationship

March 2nd - Supernatural

March 3rd - Games

March 4th - Affection

March 5th - Awakening

March 6th - Pets

March 7th - Language

March 8th - Sick

March 9th - Declarations

March 10th - Convenience

March 11th - Wedding

March 12th - Cuddling

March 13th - Sharing clothes

March 14th - Sedoretu

March 15th - Adoption

March 16th - Sleepover

March 17th - QPR (QueerPlatonic Relationship)

March 18th - Together

March 19th - Art

March 20th - Grief

March 21st - Treasure

March 22nd -Bonding

March 23rd - Forest

March 24th - Apart

March 25th - Unlikely

March 26th - Argument

March 27th - Shadow

March 28th - Teasing

March 29th - Mark

March 30th - Pining

March 31st - Polyam is the norm AU

#Multiamory March #MultiamoryMarch #MultiamoryMarch2023 #Multiamory March 2023 #polyamshipping #OT3 #OT4 #polyshipping #polyships #poly shipping #poly ships #polyamships #polyam shipping #polyamorous shipping #polyamorous ships #polyamory #polyamships prompts #modposts #prompts #Multiamory March prompts

[destielfanfic]

from the inbox, #9

From the inbox, #9, special edition - Destiel fic reccing Now and Then

Hi! First of all, your blog is absolutely wonderful! I wish there were a billion more like it for all pairings and fandoms lol. Do you know of any other good supernatural rec blogs?

As long as there were destiel fics, there were also dedicated fic reccers. Some stayed with fandom longer, some moved on faster, so, now we have a mix of active blogs and archived blogs. Here’s small collection of destiel fic rec resources that I’ve come across on tumblr. This is by no means a definite list and you are welcome to add your own resources in the notes! Let’s keep fic reccing craft alive and diverse!

Destiel Fic reccing NOW, currently active blogs in 2023

@profoundbondfanfic - an active and prolific destiel fic rec blog with dedicated mod team. Follow them on tumblr and have a rec every day!

@destielficbasket - a blog that reblogs a wide variety of destiel fic rec posts from other Tumblr blogs. All goods in one place!

@deancasfanficrecs - destiel fic recs and fic rec reblogs, lots of posts to chose from!

@destieltaggedfic - blog full of original themed fic rec posts, sorting destiel fics from different angles.

@mixtapebookclub - a tumblr blog for destiel fic podcast. Thematic podcasts and fic rec lists at the same time. There is also a Mixtape Book Club AO3 collection for your convenience. 

@cocklesdestielfiction - what it says on the tin! They have destiel, but they also have cockles recs and gif sets. Check them out!

@destieltropecollection - a very unique blog that collects themed self recs from the authors. Check out their neatly organized Master List Collection 2017-2022 or follow them to get the latest Destiel Trope Collection 2023 rec lists every day in May.

The Destiel Fan Survey Favs Collection on AO3 contains 2793 fics and 668 bookmarked fics that were chosen by destiel readers in several fic surveys organized by destiel writer @unforth. Check out this vast collection of reader choice fics!

Destiel Fic reccing THEN

@destielmybeatingheart-deactivated - what to say, this was the main blog for destiel fic rec back in the day. Unfortunately, the mod left fandom and later took down the blog and, with it, all their fic rec posts. See this post to appreciate what we used to have. In coming weeks, @destiel-fic-rec-lists will continue to reblog available destielmybeatingheart’s rec lists with updated links to AO3 when possible. You can find them under #creator: destielmybeatingheart tag. 

ask about other spn blogs like ours - this is 10 years old ask and a lot of blogs here are not active anymore or full of dead links, but if they are up, you can still browse them. The list includes some non spn fic rec blogs as well.

@deancasfix - destiel fic rec blog, reviews, rec lists and asks, last update May, 2020.

@deancasfanficnet - a blog to promote destiel fic writers, various posts, last update April, 2020.

@destiel-fics-for-you - destiel fic rec blog, reviews, rec lists and asks, last update June 2016.

Last but not least, don’t forget to browse our destiel fic challenge master post Where Is Destiel Fic In 2022 and occasionally check out @destiel-fic-rec-lists​ blog for fic rec lists made by other fans. (hint - all reblogs are tagged with their creator’s urls, so you can easily find their other posts on the blog)

Support and cherish your local fanfic reccer. You never know when you’ll need their help to find your next favorite fic!

Destiel fanworks on AO3 - 111,567 (May 8, 2023)

You can find previous From The Inbox posts here.

#from the inbox #about #destiel

[damazcuz]

dama my love i feel you would get along with that one guy who's been running a supernatural blog for over five years in complete earnest, writes supernatural poetry and fanfiction, and yet has openly admitted that he's only seen 3 episodes of supernatural. which is someone i'm kind of parasocially obsessed with bc he's just such an interesting phenomena.

it raises questions such as: could you piece together the exact plot and themes of a show just from reading every fic about it on ao3? how would that differ from being a fan of the original material? is this a ship of theseus type thing? what if there are 3 seconds in episode 68 that if this guy saw them would change his complete understanding of the show forever, but since no fan has mentioned them online, he'll never know? and honestly i feel you need a wholeass philosophy degree to even begin to tackle it. would love to see literature on this guy. hold much fondness for him in my heart.

it is a Very fascinating thing... I'm sure at some point you'll have gleaned enough information about a story secondhand through people who create fanworks inspired by the original to get modt of the story down. my instinct is to say it would be a ship of theseus like you wondered, because some number of fans of the original of Anything are always going to perceive it A Little To The Right. What if the writers of most of the fics that you read:

- intentionally ignore what the writers intended for a more interesting or satisfying thread (canon is just a suggestion and mine is better)

- give the writers undue credit for things they never considered by imagining thrilling details that were never quite there (canon is incredible and airtight and without flaw and the symbolism goes deeper than even the creator knows)

- completely misread and believe falsehoods about what happened in canon bases on their own pre existing biases and discomforts (canon is what I pretend it is (because canon kind of freaks me out if i think about it too hard.))

Etc.?

But does any fan of a piece of art truly understand it back to front, inside and out, blind in a dark room? Does anyone know what canon really says? If you and I both go and watch supernatural together at the same time, are we going to come away with the same understanding of it? What if we do this and then read every fic and then go and watch the show beginning to end, and our thoughts remain the same? Are we all ship of theseusing it up in here? What IS canon? A beautiful pile of details and symbols....

this guy sounds incredible... I choose to believe that he's achieving enlightenment and escaping samsara through blogging about supernatural without watching.

[fandombingo]

Fandom Bingo: Reverse: 1999

Welcome to Reverse: 1999 Bingo! Brought to you by the host of Fandom Bingo, this is a mini-bingo event (hopefully the first of more but we'll see how this one goes) where all prompts are drawn from the game Reverse: 1999. However, it is open to all fandoms, so you don't need to know anything about this game, and you are free to sign up no matter what fandom you want to write for.

**Signups here! Open until May 5th.**

General Rules:

You can interpret the prompts any way you want. If you think it fits, then it fits. Reminder that all quotes can just be used as inspiration or a general fit, no need to actually include them word for word in the fanwork, and pronouns can be swapped accordingly.

In the game, the "Storm" is a wide-scale supernatural phenomenon of unknown origin, speculated to mark the ends of eras. Its arrival dissolved time. For more info, you can check this page: The Storm | Reverse: 1999 Wiki | Fandom --- This is the only fandom-specific term you'll see in some of the prompts, so if you end up with one on your card, you're welcome to use this in-game definition, or just a regular storm, or a figurative interpretation, etc., it's up to you.

You can combine multiple prompts in one fanwork.

Each submitted fanwork should be new and complete, but it can be a standalone, part of a series, or one chapter of a multi-chaptered fic.

This bingo is primarily geared towards fanfic, but any medium is fine if you feel you can do it.

For fanfic, the minimum is 100 words with no maximum.

You can use fanworks submitted for this event for other events as well, so long as it’s okay with the other side too.

While signups are only open for a month, there is no time limit for completing a card.

This bingo only offers 3x3 cards. Everyone can sign up for a maximum of three cards (please send in one form/card).

After submitting a form, please give me a week to reply with your card.

All content and ratings are allowed but please tag everything appropriately, especially if there’s trigger-warning content.

Please be respectful of each other. If you see content tags you don’t like, just scroll past and move on.

All fanworks must be your own creation. No plagiarism. No AI-generated works.

To Finish a Card:

Get a bingo! This can be: -> 1 horizontal row; -> 1 vertical column; -> 1 diagonal line; -> 2 diagonal lines; -> or a blackout.

Fill out the completion form (1 form/card).

When Posting:

You can post your R:1999 Bingo fanworks to this AO3 collection here.

When you make a Tumblr post for your fanwork, remember to ping @fandombingo and tag #R1999Bingo so I can reblog it.

On your post, please clearly indicate the Fandom, Prompt(s), Rating, and Tag(s)/Content Warning(s).

If you have any other questions, don't hesitate to send in an ask!

#R1999Bingo #Reverse: 1999 Bingo #fandombingo #fandom bingo #Multifandom #Fandom Events #mod post

[captainswanholidayspecialreruns]

HALLOWEEN RECS NOW OPEN!!!

Have a favorite Halloween (or spooky themed) CaptainSwan fanfiction/fanart/gifset/other fanwork? Now's the time to send them in!

Here's how it works:

From September 3-14th, you can go to this link and fill out the form!

From the 15th-31st, our mods will go over all the works sent in.

From October 1st-31st, we'll be sharing all the works sent in here on this page, so make sure to give us a follow!

Other rules and terms 🎃 All of the works submitted for this event must primarily feature Captain Swan, though the presence of other ships in a work does not disqualify it! 🎃 All of the works submitted for this event must primarily focus on Halloween, be in some way spooky, contain supernatural/monsters, or in some other way be Halloween related. If it doesn't fit one of the first three criteria, please specify at the end of the form why you think it should be included in this event. 🎃 This event does not require any kind of sign-up. 🎃 You may submit as many works as you would like, but if you choose to do so, fill out a separate form each time. 🎃 You are allowed (and encouraged!) to refer your own works! 🎃 Planning on posting something Halloween/Spooky themed this October and want us to share it? Just tag @captainswanholidayspecialreruns when you post it, and we'll share it here. 🎃 Mature content is allowed, but only under a readmore or as an ao3 link, and will be marked with an easily recognizable "after dark" banner. If you're posting a mature fic but don't know how to add a keep reading tab, send us a dm and we'll help you out. 🎃 If a work is referred by someone other than its original poster, we will be contacting the poster to ask if it's okay to share their work in this event. 🎃 The goal here is to spread positivity for a lot of the fanworks out there, not to spew hate. As such, anyone who responds to a posted work with negativity, hate, or unwarranted criticism will be blocked from this blog permanently. 🎃 We reserve the right to not share a requested work, even without a good reason. However, since our goal is to share as many works and as much CS love as possible, we will try to avoid doing this.

Stay spooky, loves!

👻 kazzy and the CSHSR crewmates!

#captain swan #killian jones #emma swan #cs ff #cs fic rec #once upon a time

[angelsdean]

john was absolutely vaccinating those kids, hashtag sorry. 1.) back then the anti-vaxx movement was not popular or accepted. it was mostly very extremist groups that were anti-vaxxers. and most of them homeschooled their children because 2.) vaccinations were mandatory (pretty sure they still are in most places) to attend school.

additionally i recently learned about the Vaccine for Children Program (developed in 1994), which is "a federally funded program that provides vaccines at no cost to children who might not otherwise be vaccinated because of inability to pay."

so they would've been able to get vaccinated at their school for free.

then there's the arguments that john would've just forged papers saying they got vaccinated. why?? if john is so neglectful / lazy / uncaring why would he do something that would require significantly more effort than just, letting them get vaccinated?

a common response might be: he's a paranoid conspiracy theorist / distrustful of doctors. but even in these scenarios, john's characterization of fear, paranoia, and distrust is for completely different reasons. john is paranoid and fearful of the world around him, because of the supernatural. one could draw a parallel between john and his isolationism mentality to other extremist groups, but in the parallel, the thing john is fearful of is not big pharma / modern medicine and other issues real world groups are concerned with. he's afraid of literal monsters and demons.

then there's: john distrusts doctors. you often see john have a "no hospitals" rule in fanworks. but this isn't rooted in a fear of medicine. his no hospitals stance is usually in reference to injuries. to avoid suspicion over supernatural or abuse related injuries. if anything, not getting your kids vaccinated would arise suspicion. he'd be safer playing things by the book and doing as much as he can to look "good" so no one starts poking around and looking too closely at their family.

at MOST i can see john being a bit delayed on their vaccine schedule. i feel like he'd be completely clueless about when they need their vaccines and which ones they need. i know far too many fathers who have never taken their children to a pediatrician appointment or know anything abt their child's health history because that's always been the mom's responsibility. so i can see him being utterly lost about all that after mary dies. he doesn't know which vaccines they've already had. he's busy being consumed by grief and his desire for revenge to really think about things like vaccines. eventually tho, once they're school aged, he'd have to figure it out.

anyways, yes this isn't that deep but, there are so many things to actually criticize john about. but not getting them vaccinated just doesn't make sense to me, and none of the arguments for john not vaccinating them hold much weight for me. john can still totally suck and they can still be vaccinated lol

#vic.txt #an elusive john studies post #yes i hate that man. yes i still think he was vaccinating his kids #mymeta

[dcartcorner]

I just finished binging Elsewhere and I've never been so intrigued by a webcomic,original or fanwork, before!The setting is delightful and I love to see those kids fumbling with the supernatural!It reminds me of the golden days of Gravity Falls and OtGW!As for a more specific comment: I was disappointed in Elias with the first question,knowing "what" Jon is is arguably more important than a name!Then I realized, he wasn't expecting him to have a human name! He thought who and what were the same!

ah thank you so much! i'm very flattered. they're really out there stumbling into trouble. and yes ^^ you are quite right with that analysis!

thank you again for the support!

#ask #elsewhere au ask

[destinationtoast]

Calling Supernatural fans with knowledge of the fandom's history! [see also: Game of Thrones version]

I'm in the midst of putting together some fandom deep dives as part of my analysis of TV Fandom Fix-Its on AO3. I'm starting with Supernatural and trying to give context for how many fanworks the fandom was producing overall, and when overall spikes in fandom activity were happening, and I could use help.

Specifically, I'm trying to label the activity spikes with what episodes/events seemed to contribute to them. But I'm not in the fandom, so I'm probably missing important context. E.g., I know there were other events like fanwork exchanges happening that might have been contributors to some activity spikes, or things the show creators said/did might also have contributed sometimes.

If you have theories about why the red spikes happened around July 15 and Oct 7, 2023 (both after The Winchesters was done airing), that would be excellent.

And if you think I'm missing important context for some of the earlier spikes, or I made goofs on some of the labels, please LMK!

(Edit: This was posted on April 7, 2024; I'm hoping for replies in the next week or so.)

If you prefer to look at the raw data, it's too long to list here, but you can read it in this spreadsheet (edit: click tab "just the total activity"). And you can view the graph and labels bigger in this slide.

Thanks so much in advance!!

(If you have questions or critiques, please click through and read more context on AO3 or click through to the OP version of this post, which I will update with clarifications as needed.)

#fandom stats #spn #supernatural #questions for the tumblmind #op #toastystats #50 #100

[spntoxicfemslashevent]

(anon from earlier abt racism issue) ok thanks for answering. it could be helpful to know what characters or ships are banned or smth and how you came to blanket banning only kaia and portia, two woc, without poc’s input. if characters are being censored, saying who and why is better. ignoring racism to combat racism never worked.

I understand what you’re talking about, I want to lay out the whole situation here.  We initially wanted to work out the situation in private with the person you’re talking about, but it does seem like we need to explain everything here.

In brief: We received an ask about Portia that we of the mod team didn’t want to post.  When the person reached out about their ask we sent a brief response explaining that we didn’t want to post it.  We also, mistakenly, thought that person had sent a previous anon about Kaia that we were similarly uncomfortable with.  The person later questioned our lack of clarity regarding this, and other bloggers chimed in that they felt we were performing an act of erasure by not wanting Kaia on the blog.  This situation is somewhat multi pronged, so I’ll cover it in two sections.

Portia:  

Portia as a character is, in our opinion, written in an extremely poor and racist manner in the episode itself. She calls a white man “master” and turns into a dog, and a huge amount of the episode is taken up with jokes about her being a dog. This plays into a long cultural history of Black women being dehumanized and sexualized by being compared to animals.

We felt that the ask we got furthered that treatment - in our opinion, it thoughtlessly replicated the racism of the original episode, only replacing the white male “master” with a white female “master,” and continuing to compare Portia to a dog.  While the ask approached this from first a kink, and then a comedic perspective, given the extremely loaded histories present with both, we felt uncomfortable with the ask as a whole.

When presented with an ask about her (something we hadn’t anticipated because she’s a fairly minor character in the show as a whole), we thought the better move would just be to not publish the ask.

The person who sent the Portia ask reached out and asked why their piece was not being published, and we overreacted by telling the original ask-sender that we were banning the character. This was mostly because, again, we didn’t have a policy worked out in advance, since Portia is a one-episode character and Supernatural is long. We were shocked that she came up, and shocked at the content of the ask.

We have decided that banning Portia was a mistake. But please don’t send us another ask where she’s calling a white woman “master.”

Kaia:

Kaia is again a situation where we should have had more clarity from the beginning, we apologize for that.

We of the mod team discussed Kaia when we were forming this blog.  We’ve seen indigenous bloggers arguing for her inclusion in fanworks, and indigenous bloggers arguing against her inclusion in fanworks, and we certainly see both sides of the argument.  Kaia, as presented in the show, isn’t always written very well, but fandom is also a space to flesh out and explore characters.

Ultimately, the reason we decided to not discuss Kaia in the event was twofold; firstly, the only ask we received about Kaia involved Claire kidnapping AU! Kaia, subject matter we feared unintentionally veered too close to actual racist dynamics in the real world.  Secondly, and more broadly, most Kaia content is in the form of the Dreamhunter ship, which is often not concerned with Kaia as a person: she’s just a body for Claire to be interested in.  Given that this is a toxic femslash event, our concern was that fanworks with this ship would (again unintentionally) replicate real world racism.

Since seeing the post you’re referring to, we of the mod team have talked it over, and have ultimately decided that we are okay with Kaia and Dreamhunter being submitted to this blog.  Our concerns are more of a case by case thing, and we do not want to silence anyone who is interested in Kaia as a character and wants to explore her further.

Final Points:

In regards to the last point, of having to decide things on a case by case basis, this is where I think a lot of the lack of clarity you point out comes from. Ultimately, when it comes to issues like this in fanworks, it’s hard to create any sort of blanket ban that’s effective.  For instance, banning works where characters of color are kidnapped would be incredibly unhelpful; it would stifle works that are perfectly fine and would fail to meaningfully prevent racist works from being submitted.

Additionally, it’s not like Kaia is the only character who ends up being handled in a racist way by fandom - if we banned every character who was frequently handled in a racist way by fans, it would be an all-white event.

If you look at the asks we receive, white characters are disproportionately in the “main character” role and characters of color are disproportionately in the “love interest”/”object” role. We don’t really have a good solution for this, and it’s not like every ask that fits this pattern is some horrible act of racism, it’s just statistics, along with the show being a racist text that fleshes out white female characters more than female characters of color. The answer probably isn’t to ban prompts where white women are the main characters and women of color are the love interests. But it’s not really a problem we have a good solution for. 

In the end, because of this, we’ve decided to allow Kaia and Dreamhunter.

Ultimately, we’re trying our best to create an event that encourages people to think more deeply and do more interesting things with all women in Supernatural, including women of color, and I want to apologize if we haven’t managed to do that. 

While we’ve always reserved the right to not boost certain works, we now see that more clarity will be helpful, and hope this communication provided it.  If a similar situation comes up again, we will discuss it more openly on the blog itself in order to maintain transparency.

I appreciate you reaching out in regards to this; I hope after laying out our reasoning that this makes a little more sense.  I want to apologize if you still feel uncomfortable participating in this event, but I wish you the best either way.

In general, if you or anyone else thinks we’ve made a mistake, either through something we did publish or something we didn’t, we would really appreciate you reaching out and letting us know.  While this event deals with heavy themes, it was never our intention to make it an unsafe or exclusionary space, and we want to work to correct that.

Also, while this is probably not relevant, a brief disclaimer.  Please do not harass anyone we’ve discussed here.  We haven’t been linking to blogs because we do not want anyone to be dogpiled or harassed, but the post the anon is talking about isn’t impossible to find or anything.

#housekeeping

[asa-do-your-thing]

Hi! Here on your blog for the first time!

I saw your fic idea list and I am amazed by the range of your ideas.

I would like to know more about the following fics -

• Aemond falling in love with a female ghost

• Criston x greek mythology reader or was it Criston x reader but make it greek mythology

Sorry, my memory is too short!

Thanks for writing and sharing your fanworks with us!

Hi dear! Thank you so much for your kind words! Sorry for the delay, we're currently in an intense heatwave and I couldn't bring myself to write. Here's the first story - keep your eye on my blog and the second one should appear soon as well. I'm sorry if it's OOC or feels weird - I have never been able to master the craft of writing scary stories.

"Princess of Sorrows "

Aemond Targaryen x F! OC - 18+ MINORS DNI

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: death, supernatural beings, ghosts, slight angst, mentions executions, mentions suicide, also MAEGOR (although not explicitly).

The room was hollow yet imposing, as if the walls were made of solid stone and stretched for leagues. Flickering candles illuminated its contours, adding an eerie quality to the opulence of the mahogany furniture and heavy tapestries. In areas where shadows lurked deepest in the chamber, mythical creatures seemed to move like ghosts in a faint fog, ever out of reach. At the far end, an ornate fireplace filled the room with warmth, while in the center lay Prince Aemond Targaryen's bed. It was large and majestic, boasting fine silk sheets and a down-filled mattress, surrounded by exotic objects that glowed like spectres in the night.

A painting of a woman with long white hair and crown stars perched atop her head hung on the wall like a menacing reminder of days long gone. She was draped in a rusted wine gown and stared out from the painting with an emotionless, yet weary gaze. Her white eyebrows were knitted together as if she were about to unleash some indescribable fury on whoever had painted her. He had never heard any tales about the painting; but he swore, it seemed to have been there even before he was born. It watched him intently, like a dark sentinel guarding his chamber. He had taken to referring to the woman as the "Princess of Sorrows".

As he sat there in the shadows, pouring through ancient books telling the Targaryen family's stories, Aemond felt a frosty chill ripple down his spine. Occasionally he had the sense that secretive eyes were watching him, and then he'd have to hold his breath until the sensation faded away. Even though his dread was mounting, Aemond never spoke of it out loud. He feared doing so would only manifest its presence further. It was on one of those nights when the moon shone brightly, that Aemond swore he saw a silhouette in the corner of his eye turning the page of a book. His heart skipped a beat as he jumped to his feet armed with a sword, but the figure had suddenly vanished, leaving behind the whisper of skirts. He stayed still waiting for its return, but nothing stirred. Was it all just his overactive imagination? No one could tell.

The next morning, he hesitantly dispatched one of his guards to scour the palace. But not a single one among the thousand women living there resembled the figure he thought he had seen. He was now more certain than ever that his chambers were haunted, yet still afraid to accept it and acknowledge his fear of the dead. Evening after evening, he sent the guard back again and kept his hand firmly grasping his sword. Days passed, yet nothing changed: Alone in the chamber, the Princess of Sorrows seemed lost within her thoughts...and then suddenly, as soon as he started feeling at ease, he'd catch a glimpse of her again. He was determined to unravel this mystery that was plaguing him, but didn't know how to proceed. He kept his guard close by and searched for any other signs of her presence - all in vain.

Finally, after weeks of haunted nights, Aemond had had enough. He gave the silent command and all his guards began their search anew, combing every inch of the palace for any sign of something out of place. But nothing emerged. Defeated and discouraged, they returned to Aemond but he seemed unfazed by the lack of results. He still felt that something was lurking in the dark shadows, hidden from his sight. He kept a keen eye on every corner as he patrolled with his sword, when suddenly one night he spotted something strange darting away from him. Instantly he leapt into action and charged after this mysterious being, running through the darkened halls in pursuit.

As he ran, he felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins, his heart beating wildly in his chest. He had no idea what he was chasing, but he was determined to catch it. The sound of his own footsteps echoed through the halls, and he felt the cool night air whipping past his face. His mind was racing, trying to anticipate his prey's moves. It was then that he saw her again: the Princess of Sorrows, darting ahead of him like a wraith, her crimson gown fluttering behind her.

He took off like a raging bull, stampeding through the castle without regard for consequence. She ran with grace and agility, always managing to stay one step ahead of him. His lungs burned and his heart pounded as he pressed on, determined to catch her this time. Time seemed to stand still as he lurched around corner after corner, hearing nothing but her echoing laughter in response. Eventually, she came to a dead end near his chambers and before she could turn tail and flee, he had her cornered.

He charged towards her, sword swinging. Stopping just short of her, he could feel the heat radiating off her. Her long white hair framed an angelic face, illuminated in the orange light of the torches. Her eyes were like galaxies, dark and deep with a sorrow that seemed to tear through him. She wore a gown of blood-red silk, and in her hands, she grasped a rose as white as snow. Aemond stood frozen in time; mesmerized by this beautiful apparition.

Aemond stood there, his breath caught in his throat as he gazed upon her beauty. He had been taught to fear this entity, but she seemed almost...human. He reached for the sword at his side and found it forgotten. "My... Lady?" he said, not sure what title would be appropriate for such a mysterious figure. The Princess of Sorrows met his gaze with a small, yet pained smile before disappearing back into the mist. Anger boiled within Aemond's veins as he marched back into his chamber, eyes fixed on the portrait of this wretched princess - her face still contorted in pain and anger.

The days seemed to fly by in a frenzied fever, yet the nights crept past with an agonizing slowness. Aemond yearned for the darkness; unable to sleep as he waited for her to appear. He was up before the sun, lost in thought in the shadows of his chamber, desperate for any sign of her presence. Though scared and uncertain, she had him in an unbreakable spell - he couldn't shift his gaze from her as they shared their clandestine tete-a-tetes.

He started to notice delicate shifts in her gestures - the way she'd linger in front of a painting as if it were speaking to her, or gaze out of the window with an enigmatic expression. He realized then that this mysterious creature had feelings like his own, and emotions and thoughts he could barely comprehend.

Aemond found himself captivated by the woman's delicate figure, her perfectly coiffed hair and petite features. Every time he saw her from afar, his heart raced as he walked closer to her in order to get a better look. He opened his mouth each time, but his courage failed him and she seemed to sense it; she quickly faded away like a phantom into the shadows, leaving Aemond perplexed and dejected.

In desperation, Aemond ventured out into King's Landing’s most notorious street - Flea Bottom - seeking out mystical knowledge from an old witch who gave him a spell that will trap any ghost in place if used correctly. Armed with newfound knowledge Aemond returned back to his chambers determined to get closer to the Princess of Sorrows and uncover the secrets that surrounded this captivating creature who had stolen his heart without even uttering a single word.

Aemond cast the spell within his chambers and sure enough, the Princess of Sorrows appeared before him looking less translucent than she had been previously. Her features were clearer, her skin more visible and her eyes filled with a mysterious and deep emotion. Aemond was taken aback at this new transformation; he had never seen the ghostly figure looking so lifelike. She stood there in her usual red gown and her touch was cold and clammy. It made Aemond's skin crawl whenever she got too close to him.

The Princess turned to Aemond, her gaze filled with sadness as if something inside of her was crying out for help "Why did you trap me?" she asked him. He could not bring himself to answer, instead he asked: "Why are you haunting me? What do you want from me?" The princess’s expression softened and she replied: "Your death is near, I only wanted to warn you."

Aemond felt his heart break at those words - the ghostly figure seemed almost too familiar now. He took a step closer to her, desperate for answers yet still wary of what he might uncover. The Princess watched him curiously but said nothing - it was clear that she would not offer any more information until Aemond answered her own question first.

Aemond inhaled sharply, his face grim. "I trapped you because I wanted to find out your secrets," he uttered darkly, his voice like a whisper in the night. His hungry gaze bore into hers and her heart raced. Slowly she nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "Yes," she murmured softly. "There is much more hidden underneath my surface than meets the eye - mysteries only time will unravel. But I cannot tell you now."

Aemond felt his heart breaking as she uttered the words. He had been so certain that she would be able to bring him the answers he so desperately sought. Yet here she was, still refusing to tell him what it was that she seemed to know. How could someone be so secretive and why? His voice betraying his emotion, Aemond asked again, "Please, just tell me what you're keeping from me! What are you hiding?"

The Princess of Sorrows sighed heavily, her shoulders sagging, tears welling up in her eyes. "There are things in this world that are better left unsaid," she replied cryptically. "Things that would only bring more pain and heartache if they were revealed."

Aemond frowned, not satisfied with her answer. He took a step closer to her, his eyes searching hers. "Please," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Help me understand. I am willing to listen, no matter what the cost."

The Princess of Sorrows hesitated for a moment before finally nodding her head. "Very well," she said, her voice eerily calm. "But be warned, you might pay dearly for it, dear Prince."

Aemond felt a shiver run down his spine at her words, but he didn't falter. He was determined to learn the truth, no matter what it might cost him. "I'm ready," he said, his voice steady.

The Princess of Sorrows sighed as she prepared to tell her story. "We had a love that was forbidden," she said, her voice quivering with emotion. "It was passionate and fiery, yet we managed to keep it hidden from those who would have forbidden us. But our luck did not last. They found out and I was forced into marriage while he...he was put to death." Her voice trailed off as tears spilled down her face.

Aemond listened in stunned silence, his heart breaking for the pain and suffering this woman had endured. He could see the pain etched into her features, the sorrow in her eyes. "Who was your husband?" he asked softly, knowing that he was treading on dangerous ground.

The Princess of Sorrows hesitated before finally replying. "He was your ancestor," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "He was a Targaryen prince, just like you."

Aemond felt his world come crashing down around him. He had always been proud of his family's history, of their legacy. But now...now he felt tainted, stained by the sins of his ancestors.

"Who was he?" he asked again, his voice barely above a whisper.

The Princess of Sorrows looked at him with a sad smile. "Maegor was my brother," she said softly. "And my husband."

Aemond felt a wave of nausea wash over him.

He stumbled back, his mind reeling with the revelation. "How...how could this be?" he whispered, his voice trembling. "And what of you?" he asked, his voice soft. "What happened to you after you were forced into marriage?"

The Princess of Sorrows let out a bitter laugh as she wiped away her tears. "I was never truly alive after that," she said, her voice hollow. "I tried to make the best of my situation, but every day was a struggle. My husband was cruel and abusive, and I spent most of my days trying to avoid him. But eventually, I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted to be free, to escape the pain and suffering that had become my life. And so, I did the only thing I could do - I jumped from my dragon and ended it all."

Aemond felt a lump form in his throat as he listened to her tragic tale. He couldn't imagine what it must have been like for her, to have lived through such pain and torment. "I'm so sorry," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "I had no idea."

The Princess of Sorrows gave him a sad smile. "It's alright," she said softly. "You couldn't have known. But now that you do, you must pay the price."

Aemond felt a chill run down his spine at her words. "What price?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

The Princess of Sorrows looked at him with a steely gaze. "You must be my lover," she said, her voice cold and firm. "And you must die."

Aemond felt his entire being freeze. Time seemed to stop as he heard her words. He couldn't process the meaning, but before he could act on his confusion, he felt the Princess of Sorrows grab him and pull him close. Her eyes were intense and mesmerizing, trapping him in their embrace. Slowly, she leaned towards him and pressed her lips against his. Aemond felt an indescribable sensation course through every inch of his body. It was a strange combination of pain and pleasure, as though something was being taken from him, some essence that he had never known existed until now, flowing gently from him into her.

Early next morning, two guards stumbled upon the lifeless body of Aemond on his grandiose bed. His mouth was agape, his eyes still open in horror as if he had seen a ghost. The maester pronounced him dead due to a mysterious heart failure that was brought about by some unknown force. Despite performing several tests, the maester could not find any clarity as to what had caused Aemond's demise.

Viserra's portrait hung above them, no longer frowning angrily but grinning widely instead. Despite the cheerful canvas painting, the mood in the room was somber as they all mourned Aemond's death; a death that had brought about by one woman's hard-fought desire for freedom after years of agony and servitude. No one noticed the strange smile cast down upon them or how it seemed to cast an ominous feeling around the gathering. Shrouded in grief, each person gathered in this chamber lost in their own sorrow and despair; unable to comprehend what had happened and why it had been allowed to occur.

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[bylerween2023]

BYLERWEEN FAQ

Themes | Rules & Guidelines | Submissions & Posting

Note: this post may be edited and added to as we get closer to Bylerween and receive more questions. Up-to-date as of 09/29/2023.

Question: Where are the themes? Where are the prompts? Answer: Here. The more detailed prompts are under the read-more cut.

Q: How do I submit an entry to this event? A: It’s as simple as making a tumblr post and tagging us! Please see this post for more info.

Q: What counts as a "fanwork"? A: We are accepting more than just fanart and fanfiction. We invite you to be creative with your Bylerween entries! You can post artwork, fanfics, video edits, gifsets, moodboards, memes, analysis, playlists, whatever you can come up with—if it's creative, fits the themes, and follows the rules, it's fair game.

Q: Can I post one piece of fanwork that includes multiple prompts/themes? A: Yes. Feel free to use inspiration from just one, two, or all three themes for each day! When trying to determine which Day theme fits best for posting a fanwork that touches on multiple themes across multiple days, feel free to just use your best judgment and post on the day/theme that has a bigger part in the fic, or is the closest match.

Q: Do I need to use any of the themes? A: This answer is a "yes, but"! We tried to be thorough with all of our Bylerween themes to cover all things Halloween + Autumn, but if you think there's a theme that we missed, please let us know! You also have the freedom to stretch the themes a little bit. Theoretically, as long as it features Byler and Halloween, autumn, or horror/supernatural themes, you're good to go.

Q: Does [X] fit this theme day, or this theme day? Which day should I post? A: Use your discretion on which theme your fanwork best fits, and you can tag multiple themes. Post on the day that corresponds best to the most prominent theme in your fanwork (use your discretion)!

Q: Can I use an old fanwork I've already posted somewhere else as an entry for Bylerween? A: No. The point is to inspire a wave of new fanworks. We will be highlighting pre-Bylerween fics/artwork in the weeks leading up to Byler Halloween Week, and have a daily queue of older Byler posts running until the event.

Q: What is a Bylerween Rec, and how do I submit one? A: We want to highlight older fanfics before Bylerween officially starts! Beginning October 1st, you can send us asks recommending fics published before Bylerween that are relevant to our themes! Please see our post here for more information. We will tag these submissions #Bylerween Rec

Q: Can the fic I post be a prequel/sequel to/in the same universe as another one I've already posted? A: Yes! As long as it is a new work, fits one of our themes/prompts, and follows our rules and guidelines, you can post it for Bylerween.

Q: Can I post my Bylerween fanwork to other platforms (outside of Tumblr and AO3)? A: Yes.

Q: How do I post to the AO3 collection? A: See this article for a generic, step-by-step how-to. Our AO3 collection is here. Please wait until your fic's best-fit theme day to post!

Q: Do chaptered fics need to be posted all at once? A: No! Just make sure chapter one is posted on the designated theme day, feel free to update as you are able (take your time, or schedule posts, and there's no real obligation to finish).

Q: What if I don't finish my work in time? A: We will accept late entries until November 22nd, which is 3 weeks after bylerween ends. However, after the event ends on Nov 1st, we will not be updating the blog as frequently.

Q: Can our fanwork feature other non-Byler ships or other characters?/Can we post genfic? A: Yes, and please do! If you feature other ships, the work must be Byler-centric. If you're writing genfic, it does not need to be Byler-centric, but Byler must be in there somehow!

Q: Some of your trigger tags seem like they might be NSFW. Does this mean you'll accept NSFW fanworks? A: No. We will not be sharing any sexually explicit fanworks to this blog. It is not lost on us that horror themes are often intertwined with sensuality, and that sometimes sexual themes are subjectively interpreted. In such cases where the sexual nature of a fanwork is ambiguous, we (the Bylerween mods) will use our discretion to determine whether or not the work will be featured. If you want to be extra safe, you can send us a DM (if you prefer not to DM this blog, you can message either Ayla @howtobecomeadragon or Jo @wheelersboy privately) with specific details ahead of time. TL;DR no porn.

Q: Who made your graphics? Who designed your desktop theme? A: That would be Angel @light-lanterne :)

Q: Who made your icon? A: It's a bylerween exclusive made by the lovely Elz @bylrndgm <3

Q: Can I use AI to help create my fanwork? A: No, not at all. Absolutely not. Do not do this. Do not do this outside of Bylerween, either. :)

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