#💎 angel dust

[ironwoodscollective]

💎 When I said I wanted to get out more, this is not what I had in mind. Big warning for this post about domestic violence and self-harm.

The kid's cousin is in the hospital. They've got her on a 72 hour psych hold. She's been threatening ta kill herself. She's been trapped in an abusive relationship for a few years now. The family's made it clear she's got a place ta go when she decides to get out, but it's not that simple. Never is. She and the asshole have a son. She's been afraid ta leave 'cause she's afraid he'll take their son. She doesn't want asshole gettin' custody of him. She doesn't wanna take that risk. So she's stayed with Asshole because at least if they're together, she's there. She can protect her son better if she's there.

Her daughter is safe, thank fuck. Asshole ain't her dad. He's got no legal claim to her. So our cousin sent her to stay with our aunt. (That's cousin's mom and chica's grandma.) Asshole can't do shit about that, 'cause he ain't her legal guardian. But chico... Asshole is his dad. Custody shit can get messy as hell. The family's probably gonna get child services involved. We're hopin' they both lose custody. Because then custody will probably go to our aunt. The one who already has chica. She's their grandma and they usually try to place kids with family first. And we know if there is anybody in the world cousin would trust with chica and chico, it's her mom. And it might be harder for asshole to fight it if they both lose custody.

And tha things wit' t ha child custody shit is that if aunt has custody of chica and chico (or at least chico), then they kids are safe. So that might make it easier for cousin to get the hell out. We just want everybody safe. It sounds like she's finally ready to leave this asshole. We're just hoping everything turns out alright.

[xxangeldustanalogx]

boy who gets extremely anxious about using the phrase ‘make you cum’ because it’s not his fucking place to ‘make’ you do anything and he knows that and he can’t ever unknow it

[themothstoy]

no one will ever understand how big the song headlock by imogen heap is to me rn. its such a good song today is day 2 of listening to it 3-4 times back to back. i am obsessed with it pls omg. and its kittys song okay its her song to me. is she singing it to someone or being sung to? both idk man but its her song ok. " you know you're better than this " GAH

[arachnibitch]

💎 Heya! I know I'd mentioned all the health shit. I'm almost back to normal. Enough to write, at least. Lot going on, but when isn't there? So if ya wanna write, come hit me up! Also, if ya like my starter calls or especially my plotting calls, make sure I can send ya a message. Kinda hard to plan if I can't talk to ya!

[earthlybeam]

🎄🎁Merry Christmas everyone🎉✨

✨💎💍 𝓒𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓶𝓫𝓸𝓻 💍💎✨

how would the elves react to this?

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Celebrimbor Version below. (reader/you are his lover). Featuring what I wrote below is: Building a Snowman (With a Twist), Snowball Fight, Sledging Adventure, Snow Angel.

💍𝓒𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓶𝓫𝓸𝓻

Building a Snowman(With a Twist):

𖢻 The soft blanket of snow continued to fall around you, each flake drifting lazily down from the grey sky, adding to the serene stillness of the afternoon. The world felt quiet, peaceful—almost as if time itself had slowed. You stood at the edge of the clearing, watching the delicate flakes land on your eyelashes, feeling the chill in the air. And there, beside you, was Celebrimbor, the masterful smith, renowned for his skill and craft, now standing somewhat awkwardly in the snow. His caramel hair (or yet black depends on which one you want), pale as moonlight, was dusted with a light layer of frost, and his normally meticulous attire was slightly askew from the outdoors. He was staring at the snow in front of him, clearly unsure of what to make of the idea you’d presented—building a snowman. “You realize,” Celebrimbor began, his voice carefully neutral, “that the snow must be perfect. Each snowball, each layer, must be formed with precision. Any flaw, no matter how small, will disrupt the balance.” His sharp elven eyes darted to the freshly fallen snow at your feet, as though calculating the best way to begin. You grinned, already seeing the hint of his perfectionist nature emerging. “Of course, I wouldn’t expect anything less from you, Celebrimbor. But,” you added, with a playful glint in your eye, “I think we could have a little fun with it, too.” He paused, raising an eyebrow, clearly intrigued but still cautious. “Fun,” he repeated, as if testing the word on his tongue, considering it carefully. “In this context, I’m afraid I may need clarification.”

𖢻 But you had already begun, stepping into the fresh snow and gathering a handful. “Trust me,” you said. “It’ll be fun. You, me, and the snow—let’s make it something to remember.” With a soft chuckle, he followed, shaking his head at your enthusiasm. “Very well, then. But I shall warn you, if we are to make a snowman, it will be no mere child’s play. We will create a masterpiece.” You smiled, pleased to see him indulging you, even if only reluctantly. He began rolling the first snowball with a kind of intense focus that was both endearing and slightly intimidating. You followed suit, your own snowball growing larger as you rolled it across the powdery surface. As the snowman took shape, you couldn’t help but admire the way Celebrimbor worked. Each movement was precise, deliberate—like he was crafting a fine piece of jewelry rather than playing in the snow. His brow furrowed slightly as he carefully arranged the snowballs, stacking them with the same care he would show in a forge.

𖢻 Once the body was formed, Celebrimbor stood back, examining the snowman like he would an intricate sculpture. His hands rested on his hips as he nodded, satisfied with the structure, though there was a hint of impatience beneath his calm demeanor. “It is… acceptable,” he muttered. “Now, we move on to the finer details.” You smiled, knowing exactly what was coming next. The face. The defining feature of any snowman. Celebrimbor was already kneeling down, carefully picking through the snow for the perfect stones to create the eyes. He studied each one as if they were gemstones, discarding those that did not meet his exacting standards. The stones he finally chose were dark and polished, giving the snowman an almost regal appearance. He then took a moment to carefully shape the mouth—slightly curved, just enough to give it a pleasant expression, but not too much. You stood back, admiring his work. “Perfect,” you whispered under your breath. And yet, as much as you appreciated the artistry of it all, you couldn’t resist one little twist.

𖢻 Without a word, you took the carrot from your pocket. It was fresh, bright orange, and clean—everything a snowman would need. But you had other plans. With a grin, you bent down, placing the carrot in an unexpected position, somewhere much lower than its typical placement. You leaned back, glancing at Celebrimbor out of the corner of your eye. When he straightened, turning to admire the snowman’s face, you could see the exact moment his eyes locked onto the carrot. There was a brief flicker of surprise, followed by a long, quiet pause. His expression was unreadable for a moment, his brows furrowing slightly as he processed the unexpected twist you’d introduced. His lips parted, but no words came out for a long moment. His sharp eyes lingered on the carrot, then slowly turned back to you. The air seemed to shift, tension gathering between you both. Finally, he raised one eyebrow, his face betraying the smallest shift—just a flicker of surprise—and then, to your delight, the corner of his mouth twitched.

𖢻 “You are a troublemaker, aren’t you?” Celebrimbor’s voice was low, tinged with amusement, though the faintest blush had crept into his pale cheeks. He stepped closer to the snowman, circling it, his eyes scanning every detail, trying to maintain the air of careful scrutiny, but failing miserably. The smile he had tried to hide was now impossible to suppress. “I must admit…” He paused, his voice still warm with a mix of disbelief and growing amusement. “This is certainly a memorable choice.” His eyes flicked back to you, an unmistakable glint of laughter in them. “But I do think your… ‘creativity’ has outdone me in this instance.” You couldn’t help but laugh softly, watching his normally stoic face struggle to maintain its usual composure. He turned to you then, his lips now fully curled into a teasing smile. “Next time,” he said, voice mockingly stern, “I’ll ensure the carrot goes exactly where it should.” But there was a playful gleam in his eyes, and despite his words, you could see the humor he tried to hide. Before you could respond, Celebrimbor took a step closer, his hand brushing gently against yours. The touch was fleeting but warm, sending a rush of warmth through your chest. He leaned in slightly, his breath warm against your cheek, the familiar scent of him—wood, metal, and something faintly metallic—lingering in the air between you. “But I’ll let you have this one,” he murmured, voice soft and surprisingly tender. “It’s hard to be mad when you’re… this charming.” You caught the spark in his eyes, feeling the warmth of his words and the closeness of his presence, and knew this moment would stay with you long after the snow had melted.

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Snowball Fight:

𖢻 The snow-covered clearing was quiet, save for the crunch of your boots as you scooped up a handful of snow. Celebrimbor stood a short distance away, watching you with a bemused expression, his arms crossed over his chest. His silver hair caught the faint light of the overcast sky, giving him an almost ethereal glow against the stark white landscape. “You cannot be serious,” he said, his deep voice tinged with disbelief. His gaze flickered to the snowball you were casually tossing between your hands. “A snowball fight? Is this what you wish to do with our time?” You grinned, shifting your weight and taking a playful step forward. “Don’t tell me the great Celebrimbor is afraid of a little snow,” you teased, your tone light and challenging. “Or are you worried you’ll lose?” His brow furrowed slightly at your jab, though the faintest hint of a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Lose?” he repeated, the word rolling off his tongue with an air of mock indignation. “I am an elf of skill and precision. If you believe that I would falter in such a frivolous contest…” He paused, shaking his head as though the thought itself were absurd.

𖢻 But as his sharp grey eyes met yours, there was a flicker of something playful—a glimmer of curiosity and, perhaps, the faintest spark of competition. You cocked an eyebrow, spinning the snowball in your hand. “Prove it, then,” you said, tossing it lightly into the air and catching it again. “Unless, of course, you’re all talk.” That did it. His expression shifted, the skepticism melting away to reveal a rare and mischievous gleam. Celebrimbor bent down slowly, his movements precise as he scooped up a handful of snow. His long fingers worked deftly, shaping the snow into a smooth, compact ball with the ease of someone who could forge a perfect ring without breaking a sweat. When he straightened, his smirk had deepened. “You may regret this challenge,” he warned, his voice low and deliberate. “I do not engage in contests lightly.”

𖢻 Before you could reply, he hurled the snowball with a speed and accuracy that caught you entirely off guard. It hit you square on the shoulder, scattering snow into the air as you stumbled back with a surprised laugh. “Oh, it’s on now,” you said, quickly ducking to grab another handful of snow. And just like that, the quiet clearing erupted into chaos. Snowballs flew back and forth, the crisp winter air filled with laughter and the soft thuds of snow hitting its mark. Celebrimbor moved with the effortless grace of his kind, dodging your attacks as though he could anticipate your every move. His precision was maddening—every snowball he threw seemed to find its target, and you quickly realized you might be in over your head. He laughed—a rare, warm sound that sent your heart fluttering despite the cold. “Is that the best you can do?” he teased, his voice carrying across the clearing. His eyes sparkled with amusement as he crouched to gather more snow.

𖢻 “I’m just warming up!” you shot back, though you were panting from the effort. You tried to outmaneuver him, ducking and weaving behind trees, but Celebrimbor was relentless. Each snowball he threw hit its mark with almost infuriating precision, and you found yourself laughing despite your growing frustration. He was enjoying himself far too much for someone who had initially scoffed at the idea of a snowball fight. Finally, with a quick and calculated move, he launched a perfectly aimed snowball that struck you square in the chest. The force of it knocked you back into the snow, and you landed with a soft thud, your laughter spilling out into the open air. When you looked up, Celebrimbor was standing over you, his smirk deepening as he dusted the snow from his hands. “I warned you,” he said, his voice filled with mock seriousness. “You should have known better than to challenge me.”

𖢻 You narrowed your eyes at him, though your grin betrayed your delight. “Oh, don’t get too comfortable, Your Grace,” you said, reaching for a handful of snow. But before you could retaliate, he crouched down, leaning in close enough for you to feel the warmth of his breath against your cheek. “Victory,” he murmured, his voice softening, “is a fleeting thing.” Before you could decipher his meaning, you grabbed his wrist and tugged him down into the snow beside you. He let out a startled laugh as the two of you tumbled together, snow flying up in a flurry around you. You both ended up sprawled in the powder, breathless and laughing, the cold forgotten in the warmth of the moment. Celebrimbor propped himself up on one elbow, brushing a strand of your hair away from your face. Snowflakes clung to his own hair and lashes, but his gaze was focused entirely on you, his usual intensity softened by an expression of quiet affection.

𖢻 “You know,” he said, his voice low and teasing, “victory has its price.” Before you could respond, he leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was as warm and grounding as the hearth on a winter’s night. When he pulled back, his smirk returned, though it was softer now, almost tender. “I’ll let you have another round,” he said, brushing a bit of snow from your coat. “It seems only fair… considering how distracting you can be.” His eyes flicked to the snowflakes caught in your hair, his smile deepening. “Though, I must warn you—I have no intention of losing next time.”

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Sledging Adventure:

𖢻 The snow had piled up over the past few days, coating the world in a thick blanket of white, transforming the landscape into a sparkling, winter wonderland. The air was crisp and biting, and the sky above was a pale grey, heavy with the promise of more snow to come. You were standing at the foot of a steep hill, looking up at the incline with a grin spreading across your face. Celebrimbor stood beside you, his gaze drifting up the hill, and then back down to the sledges at your feet. He didn’t look particularly excited, though there was an undeniable flicker of curiosity behind his usual cool demeanor. “A race?” he asked, raising an eyebrow, his voice steady but with the faintest hint of skepticism. His long, silvery hair swirled around his face in the wind as he crossed his arms over his chest, eyeing the sledges. “I am no child, you know.” You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound ringing out into the stillness of the snow-covered woods. “Oh, I’m sure you’re still as agile as ever, Celebrimbor. And besides, it’s not about winning, it’s about fun. A chance to let loose.” You nudged him playfully with your shoulder, nudging him out of his stoic attitude.

𖢻 Celebrimbor’s lips twitched at the corner, a flicker of amusement crossing his features. He seemed to hesitate, but then, with a sigh that was more theatrical than anything else, he finally relented. “I suppose if you insist,” he said with a mock reluctance, before stepping over to the sledges, his posture still carrying that regal, elegant air, even when he crouched down to grab one. You couldn’t hide your grin as you both climbed onto the sledges. The anticipation hung in the air, the quiet that surrounded you both only broken by the soft crunch of snow beneath your boots. Celebrimbor, though initially doubtful, had already begun to show his competitive side. His eyes were sharp, scanning the slope ahead, as if calculating the perfect trajectory for the race. He sat with the same controlled precision he would in any other endeavor, poised and ready. You both exchanged a quick glance “Ready?” you asked, the playful challenge in your voice impossible to ignore. Celebrimbor simply nodded, his posture still perfectly composed, though his eyes sparkled with a bit of mischief. “On your mark,” he said, his voice low but steady. You felt your heart quicken. The wind was biting, the snow crunching underfoot, but you were ready. “Go!” you shouted, and just like that, you pushed off, the sled flying down the hill with an exhilarating rush.

𖢻 Celebrimbor was right behind you, his movements so smooth and controlled that it almost looked like he was gliding rather than sledging. His agility, honed through centuries of practice, seemed to give him a natural advantage. You glanced over your shoulder and saw his face, intense and focused, the edges of his lips barely curving in the slightest smile. He was serious—of course he was—but there was also something undeniably thrilling about the way he threw himself into the race, as if he couldn’t help but put everything into even the simplest of tasks. The wind howled past you both, the sledges carving through the snow with speed you hadn’t anticipated. The hill was steeper than you had thought, and the rush of the descent sent an electric thrill through your veins. Your breath came in quick bursts, cheeks flushed from the cold air, but the sheer speed of it all had your heart pounding in your chest. It was everything you had imagined—and more. Glancing to your side, you caught a glimpse of Celebrimbor, his posture flawless even as he leaned into the curves of the hill. His concentration was palpable, each movement deliberate, as if he were testing the limits of his skill. There was something both fierce and graceful about the way he controlled his sledge, a perfect blend of power and poise.

𖢻 You pushed yourself harder, wanting to pull ahead, but the wind stung your face and the snow whizzed past in a blur. Still, the top of the hill was fast approaching, and the bottom came into view, almost too quickly. And then—whoosh—you were there. Both of you came to a sliding halt, the sledges kicking up a cloud of snow as they slowed, finally coming to a stop. Celebrimbor was the first to stand, brushing the snow off his clothes with an easy elegance, though his breath was quick from the race. He looked over at you with an expression that was a curious mix of satisfaction and… something else. A playful glint danced in his eye as he shook the snow from his cloak, dusting his shoulders off. His usually composed demeanor seemed to relax in the aftermath of the race, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “I suppose I’ve underestimated this,” he said, his voice light with amusement but still carrying that usual gravitas. “It seems I may have been too serious, after all.”

𖢻 You laughed, feeling the adrenaline from the race still humming in your veins. “What did I tell you? It’s all about letting go sometimes.” You grinned, pushing yourself to your feet as well, brushing off the snow from your coat. Celebrimbor turned toward you, his eyes narrowing mischievously. “I suppose I shall have to correct that mistake next time,” he said, the playful challenge back in his voice. He reached out, his fingers brushing against yours in an intimate, almost casual way. You glanced at him, grinning in return. “Next time? Are you sure you can handle another race, my lord?” Celebrimbor’s smile widened, his fingers curling slightly around yours, pulling you closer. “Oh, next time, I intend to win,” he said with a wink, his voice lowered in a playful threat. “But for now…” Before you could finish the thought, he suddenly pulled you into his arms, his lips capturing yours in a kiss. The rush of the sledging, the cold air, and the warmth of his embrace all mingled together in a perfect moment of exhilaration.

𖢻 When he finally pulled away, his breath was warm against your cheek, and his eyes held a glimmer of something deeper than just playful competition. “We’ll race again soon,” he murmured, his voice soft but determined. “But next time… I will be the one to claim victory.” And just as you were about to speak, a mischievous thought entered your mind. Without a second thought, you shoved a handful of snow straight into his face, laughing as you sprinted away from him, your heart racing once again—not from the sledging, but from the sheer joy of the moment. Celebrimbor, momentarily stunned by the cold, looked up, his face half-covered in snow, before his eyes narrowed with mock fury. “You—!” he started, before his lips quirked, and his laughter rang through the cold air. “I see how it is,” he called after you, his voice warm with amusement. “You’ll pay for this next time, my dear.” You laughed even harder, the sound echoing through the snowy landscape, as you ran, knowing that the next race between you and Celebrimbor would be just as thrilling—and full of surprises.

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Snow Angel:

𖢻 The snow lay in a pristine blanket over the fields, untouched and shimmering under the pale light of the winter afternoon. The air was sharp and cold, but there was a strange warmth in the stillness—a calm that seemed to wrap itself around the two of you as you walked side by side. Your boots crunched softly with each step, and when you glanced at Celebrimbor, you couldn’t help but smile at the way the light dusted his features, his silvery hair catching faint glints of the pale sun above. You stopped, tilting your head as a playful idea came to mind. “Snow angels,” you said, your voice cutting through the silence like the chiming of a bell. Celebrimbor, who had been staring out at the snow-covered trees, turned his head sharply toward you, one elegant eyebrow arching in question. “Snow angels?” he repeated, his tone carrying that familiar mix of curiosity and skepticism. “Surely you’re jesting.” You couldn’t help but laugh at the incredulity in his voice. “No, I’m serious! You’ve never made one before, have you?” His lips pressed into a thin line, his eyes narrowing slightly. “I can’t say I have,” he admitted. “It is… a childish endeavor, is it not?”

𖢻 “Oh, come on,” you said, nudging him with your shoulder. “It’s relaxing! You could use a little less perfectionism for once.” The teasing note in your voice brought a flicker of amusement to his sharp features, though he didn’t immediately respond. His gaze flicked to the untouched snow beneath your feet, and you could practically see the gears turning in his mind. He sighed softly, shaking his head, though the ghost of a smile touched his lips. “If this is what you wish to do,” he said, his tone resigned but not unkind, “then I suppose I shall oblige.”

𖢻 “That’s the spirit,” you grinned, taking his gloved hand and pulling him toward the clearest patch of snow. He let you guide him, his long strides unhurried but purposeful, as though he were preparing himself for some grand task. When you reached the perfect spot, you turned to him with an expectant grin. “Alright, it’s simple,” you explained, already dropping down into the snow. “You just lie back, move your arms and legs, and voilà—an angel.” Celebrimbor watched as you fell back into the snow with all the enthusiasm of a child, laughing as you spread your arms and legs, leaving sweeping marks in the soft powder. His gaze softened slightly as he observed you, your joy infectious, and for a moment, his usual seriousness faltered. He hesitated, clearly out of his element, but after a long pause, he finally lowered himself to the ground beside you, moving with a slow grace that made even this simple act look like an art form.

𖢻 Lying back in the snow, he stared up at the grey sky, his expression calm but thoughtful. The cold seeped through his cloak, though he didn’t seem to notice. Slowly, he began to move his arms and legs, his motions deliberate and precise, as though carving his mark into the world even in something as fleeting as snow. He didn’t laugh or toss snow around like you did, but there was a quiet focus in the way he worked, and a faint smile played at the corners of his lips. When he sat up, brushing the snow from his shoulders and hair, he turned to look at his creation. His snow angel wasn’t just an angel—it was elegant, flawless, with perfectly even arcs where his arms and legs had moved. It looked more like something out of a painting than a playful winter pastime.

𖢻 Celebrimbor tilted his head slightly, a small, satisfied smile tugging at his lips. “It appears I have created an angel worthy of the great craft of the Noldor,” he murmured, his tone as proud as if he had just forged a new masterpiece. You sat up beside him, laughing as you compared his angel to your own—a slightly crooked but spirited figure in the snow, surrounded by scattered patches where you’d tossed powder in your excitement. “Perfection is such a burden,” you teased, gesturing toward his creation. “I suppose it’s expected from the heir of Celebrimbor, though.” He turned his head to look at you, and his expression softened, the pride in his work giving way to something warmer, more intimate. “Perhaps,” he said, his voice low, “but I think… I find your imperfections far more endearing.”

𖢻 The words lingered in the cold air, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. For a moment, the two of you simply sat there, the world around you quiet and still, as if time itself had paused to watch. Snowflakes drifted lazily from the sky, catching in Celebrimbor’s hair like tiny stars, and his gaze was locked on yours, filled with an affection so deep it made your chest tighten. But then, as the moment stretched on, you felt a spark of mischief light inside you. Reaching out with a sly grin, you scooped up a handful of snow and pressed it lightly against his shoulder. “See? Imperfection can be fun,” you teased. Celebrimbor blinked, his serene expression replaced by one of surprise. For a heartbeat, he said nothing, and you wondered if you’d gone too far. But then, to your delight, his lips quirked into a rare, playful smile. Without a word, he reached down, his hand moving with precision, and scooped up a perfect sphere of snow. Before you could react, he lobbed it into your lap, a soft puff of snow bursting upward as it hit its mark. “You’ve started a war, love,” he said, his voice light with amusement, though his eyes gleamed with a competitive spark. You gasped, laughing as you scrambled to grab another handful of snow. “You’re in trouble now!” you cried, launching yourself at him as the quiet afternoon erupted into a whirlwind of snow and laughter, the two of you tumbling together into the frost.

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Masterlist 🦋

A collection of posts I put the most effort in. Some are marked by emojies.

Decryption

💙 – Personal favorites

💎 – Partly/majorly dated

VIVZIEPOP (CRITISISM)

💙 Helluva Boss Is Mean To It's Audience

💙 Why Stolas is the Worst

(Tw: Sa) Ozzie and Valentino on consent

Stolas Is A Terrible Father

"Helluva Boss's Pilot Was About Characters"

"Blitzy" and Control

Why Stolitz doesn't work (and how to fix it)

Stella Being Abusive Is A Retcon

Blitzø And Messing Up (Critique)

Helluva Boss's Stock Villians

Stolas And The Biology Of Stolitz

💎 (tw) Angel Dust is Victim Blamed In Ep4

AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER

On Aang Sparing the Fire Lord & Lion turtle foreshadowing in Sokka's Master

On Katara "Being a Trophy Wife"

Maiko's narrative function

Firelady!Katara isn't empowering

Why Mai cares about the Fire Nation

How Katara got back fun and childhood

Aang's maturity

In Defense of Aang in TSR

Zuko Unlearning Violence

A take down of "momtara"

The Last Agni Kai is a Tragedy

Debunking My Old Zutara Post

💎 Mai's Redemption Wasn't About Her

My Interpretation of The Southern Raiders: 💎 Aang & Zuko & Katara

💎 Katara Isn't Irrational

💎 Defending Katara's Grief

ZUKO X KATARA (OUTDATED)

Why I No Longer Ship Zutara

What My Zutara Endgame Would Look Like

Zutara in Ember Island Players

An essay on Zuko and Katara's characters

The Fortune in The Fortune Teller

The thematic cohesion of Zuko and Katara

On Katara's Lines in Ember Island Players

"Katara Just Needed To Heal Zuko's Scar"

"Zuko and Katara Would Be Toxic"

Zuko and Katara Won't Enable Each Other

"Katara Needs Aang to Balance Her"

Katara's Canon Interest in Aang

💎 Speculation On Fire Lady Katara

💎 Zutara Shippy Moments

(ANTI) LOKI SERIES

Why Lokius Should Have Been Canon

Loki Shouldn't Have Died

What About Thor (Loki Series)

MIRACULOUS CRITISISM

💙 The Adrigami Breakup Was Hot Garbage

Why I Dislike MLB's Nino

OTHER WORKS

💙 #Bes Talk – Og Blue Eye Samurai posts

💙 ADHD Is A Disorder

Mean Girls 2024 Doesn't Understand Janis

💎 Enemy Vs. Abuser: Catradora

The Blood Moon Curse Was Real

Notes On Fight Club

Charlie's Bullying (Critique)

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i do my best to tag triggers if asked by someone i personally know, and on OC, with the 'tw (trigger)' format (or 'cw (trigger)' on occasion) but there will be things we forget to tag right away and go back to tw later, there are times i am posting while intoxicated and won't think about tagging until later, or even things we just miss entirely. we pretty consistently post about things typically considered 'triggering' , so please keep that in mind if you decide to follow.

common themes that i try to give TWs for include trauma/SA/abuse/traumakink/abuse/hard kinks/'icky' kinks/fetishized non-diagetic kink scenarios and dynamics/violence/blood/drugs/sh/sui/unreality/extreme emotions.

please note i ship valdust and steltavia and rickorty irl and not in like, a critical way. so be aware.

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[ladyvelvette]

𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓭𝓾𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷!

╰ “The future of hell belongs to the Vees~” ╮

💠 Name; Velvette or Ace!! 🐾 Pronouns; He/Him OR They/Them 🐈 Gender; AFAB 🐾 Sexuality; Omnisexual <3 💠Purpose; I write fanfics! (Character x Character, Character x Reader, Character Headcanons, Character x OC(Rarely), Character + Child (platonic scenarios), Etc!!) Age: I don't feel explicitly comfortable saying it, but my account is 15+ (I am older than this, however, I do not only write smuts(and only will write them a few times), so its safe for minors, I'll give warnings.

╰ “You've got it twisted, I'm not the one who needs a new attitude” ╮

🔷 Fandoms; Hazbin Hotel, Ride The Cyclone(I will not be writing for this, I'm just in the fandom!), Helluva Boss, DDLC, Undertale/Deltarune, BATIM,Murder Drones, etc. (I know more, but these are my more recent fandoms, i probably will only write for like 2 of these until someone asks for more fandoms to write in without being cringe sigh.) 🔷 comforts; Anything Velvette related fr. 🔹 DNI; Basic DNI; DSMP fans (I don't doubt you're good people but a lot of them aren't), Haters(i don't have the patience for them, Sorry!)

╰ “Do you have a disclosure?~” ╮

🎶 ➤ DMs? My DM's are open! 💙 ➤ Ping? Go ahead <3 💙 ➤ Petnames? If it's in a platonic way, I'm taken <3 ☄️ ➤ Flirt? NO- I'm taken! <3 💎 ➤ Venting? OFC!!! I'll even link my discord to those who need to! :) My Discord; radvelvettekakes_

╰ “This meeting's over!” ╮

💎 Character's I'll do; Hazbin Hotel; The Vees(You can ask for Val but i'll be less likely to do it), Alastor(PLATONIC), Rosie, Carmilla Carmine, Sir Pentious, Cherri Bomb, Charlie Morningstar(PLATONIC), Vaggie(PLATONIC), Angel Dust, Husker(once in a blue moon, I can't write all that well for him.), Niffty(PLATONIC; Even though she's an adult, It seems wrong to ship her, Sorry <3), Zestial Morde(Although, I suck at writing shakespearean language.), Adam, Lucifer, Lilith, Etc.

Helluva Boss; Stolas, Blitzø, Moxxie(PLATONIC), Millie(PLATONIC), Asmodeus(PLATONIC), Fizzarolli (PLATONIC), Mammon, Beelzebub(PLATONIC), Verosika mayday, Wally Wackford, Etc.

💎What I will do; Smut(really depends on what type/ What character.), Fluff, ANGST(I BEG I love writing angst.), Character x Character, RAREPAIRS!!! (I love silly rarepairs, I saw someone ship Rosie X Velvette and I love ittt!! tho I love all Velvette ships.) 💎What I WONT do; NONCON; I don't support these actions, and will NOT write/tolerate them. Feet/Piss/Scat Kinks; ...Just- Gross. Proships; Family x Family, etc. No. 💎Ship's(canon x canon) I'll do; Velvette x Vox(They are not father and daughter, more of just friends, But it's still cute.) Velvette x Rosie, Velvette x Rosie x Carmilla, Velvette x Vox x Valentino(Depends on the scenario, though.), Vox x Valentino, Zestial x Carmilla, Adam x Lute, Alastor x Vox(RADIOSILENCE ONLY!! One sided.) Angel Dust x Husk, Blitzo x Stolas, Asmodeus x Fizzarolli, Millie x Moxxie, Verosika x Wally + Any other Rarepairs!!! (I will say, I can do Semi-Toxic ships like Lilith x Adam, Although it'd only be for Angst purposes, As I'm not good with making that stuff not toxic.) 💎Ship's(canon x canon) I will NOT do; Alastor x Anyone(Romantically), Angel Dust x Valentino, Angel Dust x Vox, ANYTHING RELATING TO SHIPPING MINORS WITH ADULTS OR SHIPPING FAMILY!!!

💎I will accept asks!! Although, I'll probably work on my own fics and just post them! 💎

[tired-and-ticklish]

Intro

You can call me Tee. I made this blog to just write some tickle stories and like tickle stuff. I only write, I don't draw. Stories won't have a schedule, these are mainly just silly little fics I write when I'm feeling down.

Why I don't support Viv: here

Fandoms(💎 means current hyperfixation)

Hazbin Hotel💎(Note: I do not support V*vz*ep*p, I only like (most) of the characters and want them to have better)

Helluva Boss (Same goes for this)

Five Nights At Freddy's

Lackadaisy

The Amazing Digital Circus

The Walten Files

Your Turn To Die/Kimi Ga Shine

The Legends of Vox Machina

More to be added I'm making this at 1am because I have insomnia

Stories

Rough Day Series:

Rough Day (Lee: Angel, Ler: Niffty)

Bonding Exercise (Lees: Angel and Husk. Lers: Charlie, Vaggie, and Alastor)

What Goes Around Comes Around (Lees: Everyone, Lers: Everyone)

Broadcast Series

Broadcast Interference (Lee: Alastor, Ler: Vox)

Back On The Air (Lee: Vox, Ler: Alastor)

One Shots

The Dangers of Bows (Lee: Angel. Lers: Alastor and Rosie)

Headcanons

General

Angelic Items

Radio Teases

Character

Vox

Angel Dust

Charlie

Vaggie

Alastor

Lucifer

[itsmarsss]

I am going to reveal my hazbin hear me out because why not?

ANGEL DUST! I've had a crush on this man for 8 years since his theme song was posted to YouTube in 2016, he's so fine to me. (angel and husk PLEASE LET ME INTO YOUR POLYCULE!)

Lucifer is just a surprise honestly, I'm not into blondes or short guys but his VA singing voice is too beautiful (also the scene where he's sitting on a throne in "hell's greatest dad", you cannot tell me he doesn't look hot there.)

zestial, he reminds me of slenderman and I think that's why I want him

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babes I have such a crush on Lucifer it’s embarrassing he’s so dumb but he’s hot ok and also I love Jeremy Jordan’s voice so much 😭😭

and I totally get angel wdym these aren’t hear me outs they’re crushes for people who are hot and cool

you did lose at me ? slenderman?? but ily so I’ll let it slide qjdndjdndjmdk

[spiderwebsandhearts]

Welcome to the Blog!

Welcome! Obviously you're here to see me, so I guess I oughta do this. Tell ya all a little about who I am. And put down some rules and shit, 'cause I know how people can be. I don't got much in the way of rules and shit, but I will block you if you pull any bullshit. So I guess this is what I got as far as everything goes.

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Name: Antoni Nicknames: Angel, Angie

Age: 34 Aging: I don't

Gender: Genderfluid Pronouns: He/They/She Species: Spider Demon

Alter Type: Fictive introject Source: Angel Dust, Hazbin Hotel Origin: Fuck you, that ain't your fucking business. System Roles: Gatekeeper, first responder, socializer, identity holder, appellisian 

Likes: Fat Nuggets, our cats, interacting with my source, pretty clothes, makeup, dressing the body in pretty clothes and makeup, making playlists, dancing, singing

Dislikes: People who act like creeps, fandom narcs, people acting like I'm exactly the same as my source, sweets

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Rules:

I'm a person. This ain't a roleplay blog, it's a personal. Don't try to roleplay with me.

Don't start shit. Don't be an asshole and we'll be fine.

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BYF:

I don't got much issue with most things. Buuut I'm maybe kinda an outlier with that. So before ya interact with this blog, there's a few things ya oughta know:

There's gonna be queer shit. I'm gay and genderfluid. Fuck off if ya can't handle that.

Paraphilias are fine. I get it, trust me. But if ya advocate for actually doing any shit that ain't consensual, fuck off. Everybody else is good here. I don't believe in thought crimes.

Censorship and harassment are bad. That shouldn't be controversial. Sure, there's shit I'd rather not see, but I'm just gonna blacklist or hit the back button or whatever and move the fuck on like a goddamn adult. Honestly, censorship usually comes for folks like me (Queer as fuck and my source is a sex worker? Yeah, I ain't the right wing's favorite for sure.) right about the same time as all the other "perverts," so I ain't about that. Write and draw whatever, just tag it so people can blacklist it.

If ya can't handle the concept of some shit just ain't for you, this is probably not the blog for you. I try to tag shit as well as I can so people can avoid shit they don't wanna see, but if you're a puritanical ass who can't fucking blacklist because it's against your beliefs or some shit, you're the problem, not me. Harassing people over fictional or consensual shit is bad. Kinda feel like we shoulda worked that out like 50 years ago.

If you're anti-kink, this ain't the blog for you. If you're the sort of puritanical asshole who shits on people for whatever, I ain't shy about what I like, so you're probably not gonna be real comfortable here. That's a you problem, not a me problem. Leave.

This blog is pro-endo. Some of the people I share headspace with are endogenic. If ya got a problem with them, ya got a problem with me.

Oh, and, uh, this blog ain't kid-friendly. Neither is my source, for that matter. Plus we're bodily an adult. So if you're a minor, do us both a favor and get off my blog.

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[alicraft336]

Bad Sanses + Crescent, Angst & Merciless: Nicknames For Each Other

Characters (& their creators): Nightmare is made by jokublog, Dust is made by ask-dusttale, Horror is made by sour-apple-studios, Killer is made by rahafwabas, Crescent is made by lunnar-chan, Angst is made by naomiisenju, & Merciless I have no idea who he's made by

Warning: Cursing (even though it only happened once) & Cringy Nicknames

-Positive!Nightmare and Corrupted!Nightmare are not the same person; they just share the same body. Unless said otherwise it's Positive!Nightmare who's dating the reader, Corrupted!Nightmare is just there, basically being a third wheel. They somewhat get along because they kind of have to. Positive!Nightmare goes by Night well Corrupted!Nightmare goes by Corrupt or Mare

-Crescent, Angst and Merciless Nightmare is different from the one I mentioned above, there version of him is just a dick

-These are just my headcanon's as to what these characters would call you.

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Nightmare:

His for you: Moonlight, My Love/Love, My Dear/Darling, My Queen (he'll call you 'My Queen' no matter your gender identity), Princess/Prince

Yours for him: King Octopus or just Octopus, Nootmare/Noot Noot, Nighty, My King

≿━━━━━━━━༺🌑༻━━━━━━━━≾  Dust:

His for you: Hun, Sweetie/Sweetheart, last shred of my sanity, Babe

Yours for him: Dusty, Dust Bunny or just Bunny, Lazy mother MF (as a joke)

≿━━━━━━━━༺👻༻━━━━━━━━≾  Horror:

His for you: Honeybun or just Honey, Bunny, Sweetie Pie, Love, Sweetie

Yours for him: Love Bug, Teddy Bear

≿━━━━━━━━༺🍴༻━━━━━━━━≾  Killer:

His for you: Love/Loveliest, Darling/Dear, Hun, Honey, Sweetie/Sweetheart, Babe, Hot Stuff, (he's probably used every nickname you could call a lover at least once)

Yours for him: Killz, Mr. Flirt, Babe

≿━━━━━━━━༺🔪༻━━━━━━━━≾  Crescent:

His for you: He's not that big on nicknames and prefers to use your real name, if he's going to use a nickname for you he'll just use one he knows you've been called by for a while

Yours for him: Cres, Emo Boi/Depressed Boi (it switches between those two depending on the day, he hates them both but he knows you ain't wrong)

≿━━━━━━━━༺🌙༻━━━━━━━━≾  Angst:

His for you: like Crescent; he's not that big on nicknames and prefers to use your real name, but every once in a while he'll call you Love

Yours for him: as I've said, he's not that big on nicknames so just call him by his name, if you want to give him a nickname he won't say no but he prefers for you to use his name

≿━━━━━━━━༺🌷༻━━━━━━━━≾  Merciless:

His for you: Mine, My Love/Love, My Dear/My Dearest, My Queen (like NootNoot; he'll call you 'My Queen' no matter your gender identity), Princess/Prince

Yours for him: he hates it when you give him pet names, but you call him 'His Majesty' or 'My King' and most of the time it's in a mocking tone

≿━━━━━━━━༺👑༻━━━━━━━━≾   Bonus Characters!:

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Sun Morningstar:

His for you: Firefly, Sunshine, Angel, My Dear/My Darling, My Queen (he'll call you 'My Queen' no matter your gender identity)

Yours for him: Sunny, Your Majesty, Honey

≿━━━━━━━━༺☀༻━━━━━━━━≾ Moon Morningstar:

His for you: Shooting Star, Starlight

Yours for him: My Moon, Nightlight

≿━━━━━━━━༺🌕༻━━━━━━━━≾ Echo Shine/Morningstar:

His for you: My Gem, Crystal (if that's not your name), Diamond, My First Love

Yours for him: Man I don't fucking know even though he's my character xd

≿━━━━━━━━༺💎༻━━━━━━━━≾ Rosabell Moon:

His for you: Rosebud, Sugar, Sugar Lips, My Dear/My Darling/My Dearest, My Love, Honey, Cutie, Gorgeous (he's a bit like Killer, he's probably used every nickname you could call a lover at least once) 

Yours for him: he doesn't care what you call him

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I ran out of ideas halfway through this-

[vexture]

For the fic writer ask game: 💘💥💎💌

💘Is there any posted fic you want to rework/re-edit/re-write

Outside of almost all of my JtHM works, there is the singular fic I made for the AHS fandom that I posted, that I know now (as a more seasoned writer) has a lot of issues, and even though I posted it when I was 14 or something, I still wince at my past self a little, I was in a really bad place. I still love AHS, I'm just not tuned in enough to the lore and shit to actually rewrite it without making a mess of myself. Eventually though!

💥Find your least kudos'd fic - say something wonderful about it

I have quite a few under 5 kudos that span some years, but the one with only a single kudos (no accompanying bookmarks or comments) is for the Azure series I dropped after I realized oc/canon content really isn't liked in the JtHM fandom (unless it's Scriabin) so it only got two works, and one person liked both (thank you vampriejunkie).

I really liked the concept that Edgar has a guardian angel, that follows him through each death he has. It was supposed to be this whole thing where the angel, Azure, partners with him and he gets a happy ending and actually lives past 21-25. There are so many ideas I still have for the both of them, and I drew vv rad art of Azure a few times. But I won't be doing anything for JtHM unless specifically requested anymore, so I don't think Azure will be picked up again.

💎Why is writing important to you?

It's gotten me through years of emotional neglect and abuse, and it shows (most of which was posted to Wattpad, yes, I'm serious.) If you take a look at how I used to do things in fic (if you can find it) you can see almost exactly what I read in fandom, what I took from it, and how long I had that mentality for. I used to think a whole host of things were okay as long as it was happening to me (which resulted in many friends distancing and leaving, in turn unintentionally worsening the behaviour) because I was groomed by family and family friends into believing it was okay (I used to be heavily into Supernatural, take a wild guess on what I thought was okay without any consideration that it was my situation at the time that influenced my response to people telling me no, it wasn't.) and that shaped how I wrote.

It was my only outlet because being on US disability benefits ™ in one of the lowest ranking states when it comes to mental health is the worst. After years of therapists and social workers that were only with me for a few months at a time kept leaving, I turned to writing. I'm finally in a spot (while still not ideal) where I can actually engage with art and writing in a more balanced way, because learning how to not digitally self harm was extremely difficult to do by myself, but I did it, even if there are slip ups sometimes (which is normal, just like any negative coping mechanism/addiction recovery) and I still write very angsty things, but at least I know what I'm doing with the themes I want to present now, and I'll learn with the ones I don't.

💌Share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

Friend Carmen has read over a current Monster fic involving Wolfgang, that I'm not done with, but I'm extremely excited to see where it goes! I also have one in the works with Steiner and Dieter, that I'm almost done with, and should be posted eventually. I miss writing for Monster, but the little meow meows of the Revachol Citizens Militia have me by the neck rn, so those will be a while yet. I have so many Monster wips actually, maybe I'll pick one up and dust it off in the meantime to throw seeds at my friends (affectionate).