#Also winging it for as long as I'm writing from A to B

[toraoistired]

let's talk about project 2025 and smut.

bc I've seen some of my favorite authors already state they aren't writing any more smut due to the mere threat of project 2025 going into effect. And hey, I'm a simple person who likes to read abt sexy times.

pls read through all the way and share if ya like any of what i wrote here - i don't want panic to be spreading through the writers of tumblr/ao3 like wildfire unchecked.

qualifications: BA in political science focusing on domestic policy, activism and ethnic studies.

Part I - what is it?

project 2025 at its core is a roadmap. it was created by the Heritage Foundation (an extremely far right disgusting think tank), and plenty of people associated with the previous and incoming Trump presidency. its like 900 pages of alt-right, christian nationalist bullshit.

but its not uncommon.

think tanks like the Heritage Foundation often create roadmaps like this to plot out what they would most want to see in a future presidency or period of political control. it isn't even particular to right-wing think tanks; left wing ones do it too! the difference in this case is the magnitude and attention paid to the manifesto.

the heritage foundation is a vast organization with a lot of money, and has had a part in US politics for a long ass time now. because of this, what they say/do carries a bit more weight. combined with the fact that dems in the past election used project 2025 as a common refrain (instead of like, developing their own policy but whatevs), you get a general public who is aware of the buzzword "project 2025" but not knowledgeable about what it contains.

what it does actually include is certainly worrying, but among the new freaky shit is a ton of stuff that has been on the republican party's to do list since day one, like dismantling the department of education. just reading that seems really shocking, i know, but if you look back to when the department was created, you will find evidence of republicans trying desperately to dismantle it.

i find the media flurry around project 2025 to be a bit concerning, because while i understand dems wanting to show voters how dangerous this shit can be, its also made it into something far more important than it could actually be. as i stated earlier, these types of policy blueprints are extremely common among think tanks. its like their entire job!! and yes, this one is scarier and more visible than others, but it

a.) isn't the official policy of the incoming admin (and if you look at their actual policy statement, its very clear they don't rly have policies, so who knows what that's gonna look like)

b.) isn't united states federal law

Part II - what's it gonna look like?

i'm not gonna sit here and say you shouldn't be worried about project 2025, bc a lot of whats in it is freaky asf. but that freakiness is what (in my opinion) will be its primary challenge. since its so out there, the extreme right wing republicans are going to have to work their asses off to get the votes they need to pass these things.

which brings me to another point-- project 2025 is a whole list of proposals. its not like republicans can put forth one bill that has the entirety of project 2025 in it and pass it all at once. for a whole laundry list of reasons, that's not possible. the process of getting one bill passed through the house and senate is an excruciatingly long one, and doing this process for 900 pages worth of plans ain't gonna be easy.

i should mention that donald trump has yet to endorse the plan as his own, so there's the real possibility that he wont even want to implement any of the ideas included. i could 100% see him ignoring the entire plan because he doesn't like that someone else came up with it tbh. and while i don't believe he has never heard of the heritage foundation, as he has claimed in the past, i think it is important to note that there hasn't been any confirmation from him that project 2025 is his roadmap.

the plan includes rollbacks of rights for every minority group possible, restrictions on immigration, access to morning-after pills, restructuring of the federal government to allow for easier hiring and firing based on little/no evidence, etc. all in all, not great.

but again, project 2025 isn't united states federal law

Part III - what does it mean for fanfic authors?

the section that has the fanfic-consuming/creating world in a tizzy is the bit about outlawing pornography. this is a concerning policy propsal, but not because of possible fanfic bans. rather, bc project 2025 and the heritage foundation at large sees queerness as inherently and exclusively sexual.

"pornography, manifested today in the omnipresent propagation of transgender ideology and sexualization of children" (The Heritage Foundation, p.5)

thus, if they ban pornography (with a definition that includes/focuses on queerness), they can effectively ban expressions of queerness in the united states.

that shit is scary. and while i never want to rely on foundational documents when the people interpreting those documents (court justices (esp those appointed by the previous and incoming trump admin)), i will hesitantly say that this is gonna be a tough sell. both from a constitutional standpoint, and from a broad base support standpoint.

for the first of the two points, arguing that the first amendment doesn't "apply" to something is always a slippery slope, and defending that point is extraordinarily difficult. obviously this isnt always the case, but especially relating to pornography and obscenity, proving that a work fails the Miller test (a three part test created in Miller v. California (1973) to determine if something is obscene or not) is, like, really hard (heh).*

while the miller test is precedent for specific cases that come up in the court system, if some version of the porn ban goes into effect, the US court system is going to be dealing with challenges from every state, every form of media, every fandom.

which brings me to the second point. broad base support.

while the headline about Grindr crashing in Milwaukee during the RNC wasn't true in 2024, republican events in previous have brought an influx in users to the area in which the events are held if ya know what i'm sayin👀

on a real note though, getting a pornography ban passed in the united states would be exceedingly hard (no pun intended). especially one that includes forms of media like written pornography, not just visual. in terms of feasibility, a ban on video pornography is incrementally more likely than one on all forms of pornography. arguments against porn are weak at best, and the anti-porn movement in the US (usually religious) has been trying, and failing, for decades to ban pornography. most content about porn bans also refers primarily to video-based porn, not written smut.

let's just say worst case scenario something like this does go into action. anything you've written before the law goes into action cannot be used as a way to prosecute you. that would be an example of ex post facto punishment, which is explicitly prohibited in the constitution and by court precedent.

*note: i'm not endorsing the way the US court precedents around porn/obscenity look, as they are another symptom of purity culture and anti-sex culture created in the US

Part IV - what do we do?

well, giving up before a bill has even been proposed ain't it. it makes me deeply sad to see so many writers saying they wont be writing smut anymore because of the vague possibility of this plan. not only does it make me sad, it makes me angry. because that means people have seen so much misinformation about what project 2025 is and how it works that they are too scared to do anything about it. let me repeat again.

project 2025 is not law in the united states of america, nor is it in the process of becoming so. act accordingly.

so go forth, write smut, be gay, do some shit to make the heritage foundation angry today. and don't give up before the battle has even started. bc that's how they win. and i know shit seems really scary, but community and mutual aid is how we are gonna make it through this, so do your due diligence and research what you're scared about! knowledge is power and you gotta wield that sh*t.

i'd like to end with a quote from Timothy Snyder, who everyone and their mother has been quoting recently, but i still think it has value.

"Do not obey in advance. Most of the power of authoritarianism is freely given. In times like these, individuals think ahead about what a more repressive government will want, and then offer themselves without being asked. A citizen who adapts in this way is teaching power what it can do. Anticipatory obedience is a political tragedy." (Excerpted from On Tyranny by Timothy Snyder, 2017)

[Note - i have cited sources where appropriate, but this is also based on my (important to note, informed) opinion. please treat it as such, thank you]

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Interview with Brooklyn_Babylon

(#Interview3)

Welcome to the next interview of the Dear Writer Project. This Sunday I’m here with Gina (twopoppies here on Tumblr). Thank you so much for participating and supporting my project. It was a pleasure to interview you.

Gina about her writing process, her inspirations and what she finds most challenging about writing:

What does your writing process look like?

Oh, you're going to call me out right from the get-go, huh? LOL! My writing process is that I am a complete pantser. I hate outlining and I'm not good at it (probably why I hate it). I generally get inspired by something visual and then build a story around that. The difficulty is that often, there's a concept, but there's no real story to tell. Or, I can't quite flesh it out enough to make it worth writing. But when something connects, I go bother India (indiaalphawhiskey on Tumblr) who is my beta/BFF/cheerleader and we'll talk through the story idea.

She's super helpful in terms of pushing me to think it through enough that I can write a very basic outline of what needs to happen to get from A to B. Then, I wing it. LOL!

What does writing mean to you?

From the time I was a kid, I've always been involved in doing something artistic--from fine art, to costume design, to writing, etc. I've just always needed some way to express myself, creatively. It took me a long time to get comfortable writing fiction because there are a few people in my family who are highly respected authors, and I felt I needed something of my own to sink my teeth into. But now that I've started, I realize how much I do love it (even when I hate it), and how much it allows me to dig deep into my own thoughts and emotions and be more self-aware. Beyond that, I think I'm at my most comfortable when I feel I'm helpful/supportive/nurturing. I used to write non-fiction that gave me that outlet. It's interesting that I can see those aspects in my fiction writing, as well.

Do you know before you start writing if an idea is going to become a oneshot or a longer fic?

I can generally tell if there's enough of a story to make it a chaptered fic. Sometimes the chapters just separate naturally.

Like, in An Invincible Summer, the story unfolded so that each chapter was a different month. But I had a basic idea of how I wanted the story to progress over that time period. I think, for the most part, I let the story dictate how it's going to flow.

You don’t write (or publish) as regularly as some other writers in the fandom. Why is that and would you like to write/publish more in the future?

Part of the reason is that I have a really busy life outside of the fandom (and writing). I also don't like to write just to fill up space. And I don't want to publish anything I don't think is the best I'm capable of at that moment.

On top of that, I'm just not one of those people who has a million stories in my head. I'm very visually stimulated and there are long periods of time where I just don't feel inspired. I also second-guess myself a lot and often end up shelving my WIPs. And... even when I'm inspired, I tend to write slowly. I like to take time to make sure I'm really saying what I want to say in the best way I can. I want to grow and challenge myself with each story I publish. I just don't see a point in doing it without that sort of intention.

On which of your stories did you write the longest?

I think An Invincible Summer probably took the longest. But it was also one of the easiest for me to write because the story just wrote itself in some ways. I had a much clearer picture from the start of how things were going to unfold. At the same time, there were moments that just happened as I wrote that ended up shifting the story from what I'd originally planned.

I recently went back and re-wrote that fic, adding another 10K to flesh it out better. I'm so much happier with it (even though I loved it before), but I haven't published the updated version on AO3. Not sure whether I will.

Which of your stories came together the fastest?

The first one (Whoever, However). But it's also only 9K. Harry dropped that Beauty Papers spread and my brain exploded. The story was all there. I think Hike Up Your Skirt was probably the next quickest (again, it's not terribly long), but that one I originally wrote for the Anonymous Unicorns collection so there was a lot of freedom in getting to write anything I wanted without fear of judgment. If I could only harness that, I'd be able to bang them out!

What fic of yours was the hardest to write?

I think Literally Making Love.

It was an unusual premise, in that it's about a robot and a human falling in love, but I really struggled with whether I should make it "more" than a love story. It felt like it deserved to be "more", or that it should have more about how AI changes the world and a conversation about loneliness and the way the world contributes to that. So I kept feeling like I wasn't going down the right path with what I was writing, but India reminded me that there's just as much value in a lighthearted story as there is in "serious" writing. We all know the joy of sinking into a comfort fic, or kicking our feet at something really sweet and happy. So I let Literally Making Love be what it wanted to be and I was ultimately super proud of it. And, in the end, I think I did a good job of dealing with the ethical issues, even though I didn't make that the center of the fic.

What inspires you most while writing?

Visuals to begin with. I tend to get inspired by photos or a piece of art. Sometimes song lyrics. But visuals keep me going so I make moodboards for myself and I find quotes or pictures on Tumblr that feel like they belong to the story. I think all of my fics have a link to an inspiration tag on my blog.

And then talking through things with India.

It's so helpful to have someone who gets what you're shooting for and who has the same sense of what makes for good writing. So I'll brainstorm with her when I'm stuck or give her sections to see if it's reading the way I want it to... It keeps me going.

I don't know how writers do it all by themselves. There are times when I've read something so many times that I can't even tell if it's any good. And I do the same for her... helping her get through her writing challenges or brainstorming her projects also makes me a better writer.

In the notes of Literally Making Love you mentioned a 9 month long writers block. What helped you out of it?

Truly it was just that piece of fan art I linked in the note at the start. I'd never seen that artist's work before and this drawing of Louis building an unfinished Harry ended up on my dash and I said, "Well, I'd read the hell out of that." Sadly, no one else was going to write it for me, so I had to do it myself.

While talking about this, I pointed out that I searched a few tags of this particular trope after I finished reading Literally Making Love and couldn’t find more than a handful of fics, which I was surprised by.

Gina thinks people are put off by the idea even if there are so many ways to handle it that could make for a beautiful story.

What do you find most challenging about writing?

I was about to say finding a title, but then I realized that I only had trouble with that in two of the five I wrote.

Hmm. Honestly, I think the most difficult thing for me to write are arguments/fights.

I tend to be really passive-aggressive when I argue, and that doesn't make for very good reading. So I really have to work at crafting a back-and-forth that feels natural but also packs enough of a punch for the scene to work. In An Invincible Summer, the argument scene was pretty pivotal, and one of my betas at the time made me re-write it three times before she signed off on it.

Is there anything you can tell me about future projects you’re planning?

I'm working on another historical fic at the moment. It's slow burn and longer than anything I've written before. So that's a challenge. It's set in the 1880s between the Belle Epoch debauchery and decadence of Paris, and Victorian London's rigid social structure and moral conservatism. Basically, Harry is a French ballet dancer turned sex worker/courtesan. Louis is a British aristocrat whose father has sent him off to Paris to get "the gay" out of his system before he has to marry. There are some twists and turns, and I'm having a lot of fun trying to keep things sexy and exciting for a modern reader while still being true to the time period.

I still don't have a title, and I'm still working on a brief description to sum it up. But... I'm about 60K in and I'm having fun.

When I told Gina that that sounds like you’d have to but lot of research into it, she said:

So much research! But I actually love that part. I get really into the nitty gritty and look up everything. For example, did you know the ice cream cone wasn't invented until 1896 (although not patented until 1903)? LOL! I had to change a scene I was writing because all of a sudden, I thought, "Did they have ice cream then? How did they keep it cold? How did they eat it?" I honestly hate reading something when little details are wrong. It totally pulls me out of a story.

For the next part of the interview, I asked Gina a few questions about her works in particular.

Gina about her favourite scene she wrote, her experience with writing before writing fanfics and being inspired by her own family’s history:

What work of yours is your personal favourite?

Hm. I think Literally Making Love is my favorite because it's the most unique concept, and I'm really proud of some of the writing in that one.

Hike Up Your Skirt is, I think, my most popular one. But that's not surprising because it's complete filth.

Do you have a favourite scene that you wrote?

There's a scene in Literally Making Love when they're walking the dog through the woods, and they're talking about the concept of being lonely, and Harry realizes he's the only one in the world who can understand anything he's experienced. I just really loved how that scene came together. To me it's very visual, and it's got that kind of poetic, dreamy feeling to it that I love to find in fics (and am forever trying to emulate, but I think that might be the only time I've succeeded so far).

I told Gina that this was a scene that definitely made me think about the concept of being all alone with an experience. Here’s what she said about that:

I like moments in a story that make you stop and think about more than just the story you're reading. I think these days, we can much more easily connect with others who can understand most of our experiences very deeply. Although, I imagine if you were the only highly advanced AI robot in the world, you might have some experiences no one else has had to grapple with.

Is there a work of yours that was planned to go completely different than it came out in the end?

There are definitely moments within the stories that I never planned on, and they changed some aspects of how the story ultimately came together.

For example, in An Invincible Summer, the idea for Harry to hold on to memories by getting a camera popped out of nowhere.

In Literally Making Love, the scene of Louis painting Harry's tattoos over his scars came in a dream and that meant I added the aspect of Harry's body dysmorphia. So, little things for sure.

Whoever, However was your first fic you published. Did you write in any form before that?

I did.

I wrote non-fiction for a bunch of magazines and online outlets. I've also ghostwritten three books.

Beyond that, no. Just lengthy blog posts about two gay boybanders.

What were your inspirations for gathered on wings?

There was a photo of Louis in some sort of haphazardly layered jackets and standing in front of these graffitied walls, and it had this caption, saying that he looked like a PhD candidate at the Sorbonne. That was how the idea started.

I had wanted to write a teacher/student fic without the creepy aspect of grooming and inappropriate conduct, and somehow my comment led to Harry having been his intern and them meeting again years later.

Then, the research on all the modern art and the high-end art world informed the rest of the story.

You didn’t go much into detail how successful Harry’s art got after ‘Comrade’ recommended his art for an exhibition at the Marlborough Gallery. Was that the push Harry’s work needed to get the attention it deserved?

It was.

He'd been relying on sugar daddies to pay his way and to give him the connections to patrons. But Comrade vouching for him opened the doors to him being able to do it independently. It's that feeling of, "If I could just get my foot in the door, I could show them what I can do."

That was his foot in the door.

Gathered on wings was my first attempt at writing a chaptered fic, and there was a huge learning curve. There are parts of it I really like and parts I sometimes want to go back and re-write.

Do you think Louis’ identity in gathered on wings always stayed hidden even after they got engaged (and eventually married)?

I like to imagine that as Harry became more widely known, people became interested in his partner. And Louis would then decide to reveal his identity with a new installation that they collaborated on.

Staying hidden when your partner is famous is probably a hard thing to do.

I think so. Especially if you're in the same field. In a way, it mirrors the idea of the two of them coming out at some point.

You said in the notes for An Invincible Summer that it’s inspired by your grandfather’s life. Was that your only inspiration for the story?

It's what set the scene. Other than that, I knew I wanted to write about writing and seeing yourself in a book or feeling understood by someone you never met but who's somehow written about you and your life. The concept of feeling really "seen" is something that shows up again and again for me.

You didn’t go into any detail about Harry’s relationship with his adoptive parents after he left at the end of An Invincible Summer, even though his mother tried to support him as much as she could when he had to leave. Do you think they held contact after Harry was forced to leave or if he/they even went back as a part of H & L’s adventures?

I think Harry managed to stay in touch with his mother secretly and to eventually reunite with his sisters.

When I rewrote the story, I changed the middle sister to a brother to show another way that Harry was treated differently. So I imagine Big Jim and the little brother digging their heels in and acting like he never existed. But Harry and Louis eventually had a beautiful and extensive found family.

The end of Hike Up your Skirt (And Show Your World To Me) is pretty much open. How do you think their relationship progressed and do you think they have a chance of having a normal (as in no power imbalance or manipulation) relationship?

Mmm. I actually started writing a second part from Harry's POV where you see that Harry is also playing a game to get Louis to fall for him. I see their relationship becoming a 24/7 Dom/Sub life. I think they're both way too kinky and maybe a little too depraved to have a "normal" relationship.

Are any of your original characters inspired by people you know in your day-to-day life?

No, actually. LOL! Very simple answer. They're all just figments of my imagination.

A lot of other writers in the fandom have difficulties or are just a little uncomfortable with writing smut. That doesn’t seem to be the case for you. Why’s that?

HAHAHAHA! No, I think it’s actually the easiest part for me to write. I’m not sure why. I don’t have a lot of hang ups around sex, so maybe that helps. And I love the idea of character development through intimate scenes.

How did you come up with the idea for your fic rec masterpost here on Tumblr and how did all of that start?

I think it just started because someone asked if I could recommend some fics in a particular category (If I remember correctly, it might have been dystopian fics). And I had too much time on my hands, so I decided to make a header and write little blurbs about why I liked each one I was suggesting.

Somehow that turned into a deluge of people asking for different things and, for whatever reason, I had the time at that moment. So I made rec after rec.

At some point it was annoying that people kept asking for the same things, so I just made an alphabetical masterpost.

Is there a specific trope or genre you’d like to read more of?

Oh, that's a good question. It's so much easier to tell you what I don't like.

Honestly, to me, it's really more about the writing than about the trope or genre. But I do really like a good enemies-to-lovers fic, and if you can write a new twist on a fake relationship, I'm all in.

Do you somehow track the fics you’ve read? And if you do, can you give me a rough number of how many you’ve read?

So, I only bookmark fics I've really loved. Obviously some I love more than others, but I currently have 655 fics bookmarked.

I've been reading in this fandom for 11 years. Some I won't have read all the way through, but counting those, I'm sure I've literally read thousands.

I've gone through periods where I've just got a lot more free time at one point or another. And when I entered the fandom in 2013 there were literally so many terrific fics I didn't know where to start.

And every time you turned around there was another. It was very addicting.

Are you reading anything right now? If not, what was the last thing you’ve read?

I have a hard time reading when I'm actively writing, so nothing really recent.

The last fic I read that I really liked was Danger I Can't Hide by CelticSky. It's actually a WWII fic but set on the airbase where H is a pilot and Louis is a mechanic. It's just so well written and so well researched. Highly recommend.

For the next part of the interview, Gina answered some personal questions about her experiences in the fandom.

Since when are you in the fandom and what made you become a fan?

Since November 2013.

I took my daughter (who was 6 at the time) to see This Is Us. Did a little research to make sure this boy band was appropriate for her and then fell in love with them. We ended up seeing the movie three times, then bought it and watched it at home. She was a Niall girl.

She was my concert buddy for a while. One Direction at the Rose Bowl in 2014 was her first concert.

The weirdest comment you got?

Oh, I get some doozies on Tumblr.

I think one of my favorites was from years ago when I used to do a lot of NSFW fan art. I got an anonymous message from someone claiming to be Harry's lawyer and they were demanding I delete all of my fan art of Harry. HAHAHAHA! Like an attorney would send an anon. Or even ask for something like that. I still laugh when I think about that one.

Harry or Louis?

It's very hard to choose because they're both amazing. I'm a Harry girl from way back. But I obviously love and support Louis, too.

Harry just really inspires me in so many ways. And his music is more my speed.

Your favourite Harry era and your favourite Louis era?

Oh, that's hard. I think Harry's recent era (Harry's House) might be my favorite because he seemed so happy and so self-assured and confident in who he is as a person. He looked fantastic too. Other eras are special to me because of what was going on with the fandom at the time, or because I liked the way he dressed or whatever, but in terms of just enjoying him, I'd have to say this last tour.

Louis is a little more difficult for me because I've had a really hard time with his image over this last tour and his doubling down on babygate. I'm very happy he says he's really happy and proud of his album/tour, but if I had to pick my favorite I feel like he looked the healthiest and most at ease during MITAM promo. Oh, he looked great during his Walls promo, too.

Your favourite movie with H?

My Policeman. It was a bit uneven, but he really blew me away in some of his scenes. He understood that character inside and out.

Your favourite writer(s) in the fandom?

I actually have so many that I like, although many aren’t in our fandom anymore.

It might be easier to link you to a Favorite Authors rec I made a while ago.

What are your absolute favourite fics in the fandom?

I’m going to make it easy on myself again and link you to a Favourite Fics rec.

Is there a fic that is not necessarily your favourite but still always kind of stuck in your head ?

There are fics that aren’t necessarily the most groundbreaking or complex, but something about them makes me keep coming back to re-read. Don't kill me, but... My Favorite Re-Reads.

I wanted to give you a favorite out of that list, but as I scrolled I was like, oh wait, that one! No, that one! So... sorry, you get them all.

What makes you want to stop reading something?

Hm. So many things, honestly.

Writing where people try too hard to be poetic, continuous spelling and grammar mistakes, miscommunication as the only tension, no tension at all, characterizations that make no sense to me, fics that go on and on and on with no attempt at editing, kid fics, etc. I really have very few squicks, but bad writing is hard for me to ignore (I know "bad" is subjective, so I hope no one takes offense at that... just because I don't like it doesn't mean others don't love it).

Your favourite song at the moment?

Chappell Roan is stuck in my head lately. So, I'll say Casual (although Pink Pony Club is a bop).

Your favourite season?

Fall. Absolutely. SO fucking sick of summer.

The most unusual thing that inspired you?

LOL! I'd have to say the Vintage "Sleaze" novel that inspired Hike Up Your Skirt. It was called "Horizontal Secretary".

Who would you most like to read an interview from?

Well, I'm obviously going to say India because I think she's a great writer. But she's also so well-spoken and interesting.

I'd love to read an interview with CelticSky because I loved Danger I Can't Hide so much and I don't know them since they're on Twitter!

Lastly I asked Gina to give every work of hers a colour. Here’s the outcome of that:

Whoever, However -- yellow

Whoever, However is yellow, because when I think about it, I picture the warm, yellow shade of the wood paneling of the room they filmed in.

gathered on wings -- blue

I’m not sure why gathered on wings is blue in my head. Maybe it’s just because that’s the main color of the mood board I made.

An Invincible Summer -- green

An Invincible Summer is green because the rural Georgia setting became one of the characters of the fic. When I think about it, I see the sprawling farm, the rampant kudzu, blueberry fields, lunch under the oak trees… it just feels green to me.

Literally Making Love -- red

Literally Making Love is red because so much of the story is about what it means to be human and even though Harry’s heart isn’t “real” at some point he says to Louis, “Sometimes I feel like you made my heart too small because it doesn’t hold everything I feel for you. I feel it overflowing everywhere.” Or, maybe it’s because it has “Love” in the title. LOL!

Hike Up Your Skirt (And Show Your World To Me) -- purple

I don’t know. The first thought that came to me was purple because I pictured Harry’s character with love bite bruises.

A huge thank you to Gina again. Thank you for being so open and honest while answering my questions. I had the best time talking to you and was so invested in every work of yours.

[solidaritygaming-fanblog]

What are your top ten favorite Jimmy headcanons and why? :]

ooooh okay I'm putting this in my drafts so I can add on whenever I have more ideas

1: canary!!!! He usually had little wings in flight disabled worlds (specific commands used to equal the playing field between hybrids and nonhybrids), and in any other world has four wings. The main det are large, what you see when you think of an avian, and the second pair stems from just underneath the main pair. They are smaller, and mostly used for emoting and assistance steering in flight. His head wings also help to steer and for emoting. In world's where he is another hybrid (for example, After Life smp), he will take on the traits of that hybrid. Sometimes they will be combined (for example, I headcanon his penguin origin had small bits of yellow feathers), or he just a trail of feathers

2. In empires, he slowly turned to a toy. Lots of body horror is involved. I will not elaborate further unless asked more (id love to yapp about it but it will be horrific and very rambly.

3- he has a bad habit of making himself smaller. he slouches a bit when people get even the faintest bit upset with him. his default standing postion has his shoulders raised and tucked in a bit. when he sits he tucks his knees to his chest and folds his wings up tightly. if someone gets REALLY upset with him, he will typically go hide in a small space. this is actually really bad because hes claustrophobic (HE SAID IT ONE OF HIS EVO VIDEOS. HES CLAUSTROPHOBIC AND IS ALSO TERRIFIED OF SPIDERS), so usually someone realizes and fishes him out from whatever under the bed or desk hes hiding in. hes also bites his thumb when he gets flustered and sticks his tongue out a bit when he has to focus (as joel so kindly pointed out)

4: he LOVES birds. loves loves loves them. he carries around bird seed in a little bag because a) its yummy and b) bird friends :D birds will usually flock around him. sometimes if hes arguing with someone the birds will attack the person hes fighting with! hes like a disney princess. a lot of animals warm up to him quickly as well. thankfully hes trained norman and flick out of hunting birds specifically- he gets sad when they hunt other animals but accepts that its just how life works, but he freaks out when he sees dead birds... partially because he is kinda a bird who dies a lot.

5- he likes the watchers, or at least is neutral about them. i like to think that they were slowly warming him up to them in wild life, giving him gifts to keep him safe (ie. his invisibilty power and stuff like that) and praising him a bunch. grian (a former watcher who is against them) noticed this, which is why he resolved to kill Jimmy and eventually succeeded. this destroyed Jimmy and the Watchers connections, which basically felt like you're finally in a warm comforting hug and then someone whos hurt you over and over again grabs you by the hair and rips you out of their grip. the people who were comforting you are screaming, holding on to you so hard their nails are making you bleed, but you are separated from them nontheless. Jimmy stayed curled up in his Impossible Minecraft base's attic for a few days after Wild Life ended, and mostly ignores Grian in one-on-one interactions (specifically after wild life). If Grian hadn't done this, I imagine Jimmy would have actually been taken into the ranks of the Watchers.

6) he keeps mementos of every world hes been in!! some he has more from than others, he has a lot of stuff from double life and secret life for example but only his sheriff star from esmp2 (he used to have a doll but had a fit of midnight rage and burned it). he also writes down the main gist of what happened in each world in a note book (HE ONLY WRITES POSITIVE THINGS because he knows the negative things will haunt him).

7- it takes a long time for his tear response to kick on. for example, if you accidentaly get hurt, you may laugh at first and then produce tears a minute later. it takes him maybe 5 minutes to get to that point? hes good at laughing it off and then quickly vanishing. also one would think he has a high pain tolerance due to everything hes been through but sadly not...

8: I often imagine him to have blue-brown heterochromia! And maybe light sensitivity too...

9- self esteem issues. i might have mentioned it above. i dont think i need to explain this one lmao

10) last but not least! he loves star gazing, or moon gazing if the stars arent out. he'll stay up for hours staring at the night sky. actually i headcanon that this is what lead to his villain arc in esmp2.... the view he was so used to was suddenly disrupted and he could only see some of the stars. is it obvious hes also very neurodivergent in my eyes? also he has a very strong connection to the stars in esmp2 in my brain (look up the redshift effect and then compare his normal and villan sheriff skins. mind blowing)

whew thats all!! this actually took me a bit. im so sorry for rambling so much and saying so much angsty stuff... i really enjoyed this! it took me a few days but still

[bunnypeew]

Do you write nsfw alphabets?? if yes then valentino alphabet valentino alphabet valentino alphabet valentino alphabet val 🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀👄👁️ (i'm mentally ill)

Valentino NSFW alphabet

self explantory MDNI THANK YOU

YAHHH I CAN DO THAT NEVER DONE IT BEFORE SO BARE WITH ME AHAHA, I picture him as a switch btw :3c

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He would defintly prepare a bubble bath for you after it since he's pretty rough with it and wants to make sure you are in perfect shape for him

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

his favorite body parts of his are obviously his wings! cuz even tho they are very big they are still pretty sensitive, while on you it would be the breats/chest part, he loves to touch there since its almost always the most sensitive part of someones body

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he's not scared of cumming inside, also loving it doesn't help that you are most probably getting cream pied every single time :)

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he doesnt really have a dirty secret, everyone knows he's into anything so

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

hes the Overlord of p0rn for fuck sake, he knows what he's doing for sure, since he had a lot time to practice too

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

mating press. MATING PRESS. even tho he knows he cant get you pregnant he wants you to take every single drop of his cum

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Hes not a really humorous person in general but he does like to make you laugh sometimes during the deed, just to make sure you are enjoying yourself too

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I like to believe he completly clean shaven, he's doesn't like hair and messy so he cuts it completely

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

again he doesnt seem like the romantic type, but with you its a completely different thing, he loves you a lot even tho he's doesn't like to show it, sometimes he just cant help but be kind of lovey dovey during sex

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he likes to do it a lot, especially when you arent around, he used to have a lot of fwb before he met you, but now he restrains from fucking anyone else lol

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

OH LORD DOES HE HAVE KINKS,,, he has way to many to list I'm gonna be honest, he likes and accepts everything

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

everywhere. LITERALLY everywhere. he doesnt care if he gets caught, if he wants you he wants you, end of discussion

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

usually hes a really horny person in general but what gets him going is when you wear something revealing, or seeing you naked

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I'm really not sure about this one chief 🤔

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he prefers giving, he wants to make sure that you are the one enjoying it

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

fast and rough 100% self explanatory

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He loves quickies, especially if he needs to go to work after cuz then it means he will be in a good mood

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

like I said in the Location part he doesn't care, he will take the risk if it means you'll both feel good

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he will go for a ton of rounds, that is until you are worned out, for him you could go on for forever

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he likes to use vibrators, to make you feel even better during sex,, usually its an internal one :3

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He teases A LOT,, he likes to be a dickhead about it

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's really loud, grunts. moans and whimpers will be heard from him all the time you are doing it

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

As I said in the title I imagine him as a switch so he fw everything, especially pegging ;)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

hes pretty big, but it doesnt show cuz he usually tucks, but lets say 8 inches soft and 9.5 inches when hars :3

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

hes libido is really high. hes horny at all times of the day so ahahah

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

hes an old man. He will fall asleep right after idc

OKAY OKAY THIS IS THE FIRST TIME IVE EVER DONE THIS SO IM SO SORRY IF ITS OOC OR NOT AS GOOD BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!!

[graytodd]

Hi, hello (,, ･∀･)ﾉ゛!! Just wanted to write and tell you what a joy your art is; it's absolutely gorgeous and always so lovely to see! ♡♡♡ Also, I was wondering if you have any favorite dickjay tropes or headcanons? Your dynamic of them in your art is always so appealing so I'm very 👀 !! about any thoughts you have (୨୧ ❛ᴗ❛)✧

Hi !! thanks for this message, you're my favorite writer and let's face it, the only dickjay juicy source here ~ thank you for inspiring me daily ! and thanks for appreciate my art, it really means a lot to me 🙏 I do love drawing dickjay, especially soft/cuddling tropes, trying to catch an hidden romantic/sexual tension between the lines. I try my best lol I'd say that my favorite tropes/headcanons are mainly based on the introspection into their dynamics and the misunderstanding! hate to lovers fits them so well ❤ come on, they do not 'hate' each other: Dick was an only son who finds himself to be the older brother and mentor of a little punk lol when his attraction to jaybin grows to such an extent that Dick feels like a deviant, a creep, he pushes Jay away and loses him definitely (at least he thinks that). A good one is also Dick losing it over Jay from your #monstrous!dick grayson agenda // Self-control is a characteristic of Dick's character, getting his hands dirty for Jay, beating the shit out of Joker and challenging B's authority, must mean a lot. Dick being a jealous, possessive shit! the urge to remind people he is the only one who can take care of Jay, the only one allowed to cuddle, kiss, fuck his little wing and Jay inexperienced (a virgin? maybe??) in dating, too focused on anger and revenge after returning as Red Hood to worry about sex, which was never his priority until he met Dick again, and memories and desires have resurfaced; from his huge crush on a young!Dick when baby!Jay saw him at the circus, to Dick as mentor to become Robin ❤❤❤ I refuse to think of bottom!dick, because Richard Grayson is the most experienced, cocky, sensual man Jason has ever dealt with. Jason just acts like it, flirting back with sarcasm without pushing himself too far: many are his insecurities, his desire to be loved presses as much as his fear to open up, which is why I can't imagine Jay randomly hooking up with strangers, especially women !! I like to think hookers as those who Jay occasionally chat with, to feel some 'motherly affection' he never had as a child. Yes, I am dramatic af. I've many other tropes I love about dickjay, like age gap !! Jay is a baby ;w: and must be protected and pampered by proud daddy!Dick hu-hu and there's also something about Dick's perfectionism and the pressure to achieve those too-high-standards he set for himself to become 'the hero' that fascinates me! maybe his failed relationships are also due to his fear of being judged, seen as who he is, as a man who considers sexual chemistry too important in a relationship. But Jay is free from these imposed constraints, free to be and Dick admires him for this (and wants to be free, like with him huhu) I went on a bit too long, maybe lol I'm not a good writer but I hope I was able to explain my intentions whenever I draw dickjay ❤

[kabr0ztrousers]

Pure hearted angel guy who could do no wrong discovers through the power of fanfiction that he loves the idea of a pack of hellhounds taking turns fucking him or perhaps all at once... He goes against the wishes angel kind and journeys into hell to find some to give him that exact treatment. Little does he know that the pack isn't ever going to let him go... He's their fucktoy for the rest of eternity. Perhaps over time it slowly turns him into an angel-hound hybrid with the ability to carry their young

Kabr0z Writes episode 61: Angels and Demons

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: feral; knotting; noncon; group sex; fellatio; corruption; transformation; an angel having an extremely bad time;

A/N: Welcome to the first part of Volume 2! Same great taste, brand new contents page! I'm also kicking off the new volume with something I haven't done before this series: an episode written in the third person!

Hopefully you all continue to enjoy the series and keep sending requests, fanmail, all that good stuff!

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He was there. From the first spark of light. He saw the world under construction. He saw the first faltering steps of man. He saw the fall of the first angel. He saw as the fruit of forbidden knowledge was plucked from the great tree. He is a watcher, a documentor, an archivist and a messenger. One of the lowest ranks of angels, he sat far from the throne of divinity, below the Principalities, below the Archangels, he sat. His job, for the last two thousand generations, was to comb through everything written by mankind. His name was Oriniel. Oriniel was bored.

Not of the work, you understand, he loved the work. He was assigned to fiction, earnestly produced. That meant that he wasn't reading the really boring stuff. He certainly didn't envy people in the Non-Fiction, Legal department who spent their time reading tax returns and dense terms-of-service documents. No, Oriniel read things that humans wrote because they wanted to. Every line, every clumsy sentence, every tortured metaphor, all of it had a little bit of a person's soul in it. He laughed with some, cried with others, smiled bemusedly at the digressions and rants, ached with yearning, and delighted in joy. The problem was, he spent all his time reading.

He wanted to experience it.

Oriniel put down the codex he was reading from, a chapter from some repository they called an archive of their own. He didn't get the name, surely all archives belonged to somebody? The passages were about the denizens of Hell, specifically a young woman fighting her way through pits of fire and legions of damned whilst getting into romantic scrapes with a pair of demons. He'd read enough of this kind of book to know that sooner or later the sword-swinging heroine would have to choose between the brooding and moody one, or the moody one who broods. It was a little predictable, but each work made in good faith is a precious gem, so he loved it anyway. It did make him a little restless though.

Hell expands, you see. Every time someone describes a new part of it, that geography becomes real. Even if they think they're describing an existing part, as long as it's a living human doing the imagining, it pops into existence. Denizens of Hell then move in, either true demons or the Damned, and it becomes another duchy in the growing empires.

What if, the angel wondered, his dove-like wings fluttering a little at the thought, what if I were to beat them to it?

He looked at the publication date. This work was only a few days old at most! Chances were nothings found its way there yet!

Oriniel leapt from his seat and dashed down the hall to the landing strip. He grabbed a sword from a rack and took flight, the blade ripping into a blaze of silver fire as he did.

The route to Hell is well known. Simply keep going descending until things get sulphurous and unpleasant. Descend he did, plunging down to where he guessed the outskirts of Hell would be, yellowish clouds of smog and soot clung to the land, but he knew what he sought.

There

A wasteland of grey-black ash, dotted with walled cities and black stone watchtowers. There wouldn't be anything living here yet, humans create geography, they don't ensoul anything, so this would be the perfect spot to-

A fireball arced from a watchtower, catching the angel's wing. Oriniel went into a spin, tumbling and flapping, the fiery sword flew from his hand to lose itself on the gale-force wind. He landed with a thump, rolling a few times until he hit a wall. Clearly, he wasn't the first one here.

A tall demon woman stepped towards him, a cruel whip made of black spiked chain in her hand. "I am Tz'Arre, magistrix of the Grey Sand Waste." New magistrix, but she wasn't going to admit that "And you, interloper, have broken a dozen treaties by simply being in my airspace. Now, I could report you to my superiors, who would report you to theirs, and them to yours, or..." The whip cracked "I can have some fun."

"Please, don't hurt me?" Oriniel wheezed. He shouldn't need to breathe. He shouldn't feel pain. Both of these things suddenly not being the case worried him

"Per section 438, subsection G, clause 75, line 93, of the armistice between the hosts both Holy and Profane, your ass is mine to do with as I wish. And I think," the whip cracked again, this time Oriniel screamed as a red welt appeared on his arm "I wish"

The demoness lifted her arms, four hellhounds stalked from behind her. The beasts looked like dogs. If you took a large mastiff, stripped any sort of good nature out of it, filled it with burning sulphur, and finally added two inches to every fang, claw, and unpleasantly pointy edge, you'd be left with something not unlike an unusually cuddly hellhound.

These were not unusually cuddly. Molten brass dribbled from their mouths, burning coals sat where eyes would be, but that wasn't what Oriniel was staring at.

Hanging from between the hind legs of each one was a long, knotted cock, dripping and shimmering with its own internal heat.

The demoness stroked one of the hounds as it passed her "Give this angel a warm welcome, boys"

She disappeared in a flash. The hounds dove on Oriniel. Scraping the stone floor beneath their steel claws as molten metal and spunk flew in burning droplets onto the angel, the scalding fluids making him scream.

The first hound placed its forelimbs on the angel's upper back, humping in at his face, the red-hot precum coating his skin until the cock slipped between his lips, reducing the screams to muffled sobs.

The next was upon the angel's ass, burning up his clothes as the turgid cock found its mark in his tight hole. It pushed in without any lube, not caring about any resistance as it sank down, spurting into his guts as it reached the base. The two others grabbed Oriniel's robes with their teeth, tearing and fighting over the silks as they waited their turn.

The one in the angel's mouth was reaching its peak, the knot expanded behind the angel's teeth, locking it in as the cum went from watery to viscous and ropey, searing its way down Oriniel's throat until it landed in his belly, corrupting the angel from within.

The one in his ass wasn't far behind, knot filling out, pressing against the walls of the angel's ass. Oriniel couldn't help himself. It was as though he was being controlled as a hand strayed between his legs, jerking his tiny angelic cock. His balls were already pulling up against his crotch as he moaned into the knot gagging him. Silvery angel-seed spurted from his dick, making a little puddle beneath him as he beheld above him, his golden halo began to squeal like hot metal pressed on dry ice.

The hound in his mouth pulled away, still semi hard. Oriniel kept his mouth open as he looked to the other two hounds, still fighting between themselves. He didn't know why, but he whistled at them. Their ears perked up, looking at him, before they raced over, both fighting to get their cock in his mouth before the other could claim the vacant hole. One won, ramming its member into the angel's throat as the other stalked around the other side, waiting its turn on Oriniel's ass.

The cock in his ass pulled out as the waiting hound bit at the heels of the one stuck inside, the knot popped free and the last rope of hot cum stretched out, glinting in the flat reddish light filtering from the clouds above. The new cock was no less eager, pounding in with gusto. Oriniel angled himself slightly, feeling as his swollen, eager prostate was battered by the hound's enormous cock, pushing him to cum again.

This time, the angel's cum wasn't silver; it was iridescent black, like oil covering a seagull. It flowed and flowed from him as the halo above his head screeched and hissed, glowing brighter for a moment, then shattering altogether.

Oriniel's mouth twisted into a blissed-out smile as he leaked that blue-black cum, his cock growing a little with each pulse as his body shifted. The two knotted cocks were being massaged and milked by his throat and ass, drawing the hot cum into him, using it to reshape his form.

His unbroken wing shed its feathers as they fell and burned, the wings turning leathery and batlike. He could sense his skin pulling tight against his bones until the ribs cracked and lengthened, bone poking through the skin. Only, it wasn't bone, it was brass, tarnish and patina pockmarked the surface. His eyes receded, the skin burning away from the upper half of his head, leaving a blank brassy plate in its place. The hound in his mouth pulled out as his jaw broke and reformed, bifurcating as his teeth dropped out one by one. Brassy spikes grew where they were, perfect dentistry replaced by a maw of razor-sharp metal.

The demon who was Oriniel stood, the last cock slipping from his dripping ass as his leaking cock hung, equine and many-knotted from between his legs, oily semen still flowing in an uninterrupted stream.

His hands smoothed over his head, the hair falling away in matted lumps, replaced by brass blades running parallel down his skull, cutting through the skin they grew through, shine dulled by the polluted air and oxidising heat.

The angel Oriniel was no more, there stood the demon Leini'ro

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I had fun here, but on reading back, is this really what was asked for? Was it even all that hot? Did I write porn with horror elements, or horror with porn elements? Where even is that line?

I don't dislike what I did here, but I'm not sure anyone could successfully get off on being corrupted and forcefully transformed by being forced to drink evil cum.

You know what, now I've said that, that's absolutely something I've seen people on here getting off to.

Damn I love you pervs

[desultory-novice]

hi dess! probably the wrong person to ask but it's just to immensely confuddling... is there a solid lore explanation for how sectonia turned into a bee? i wanted to write a body horror thing for her but i wanted it to be lore accurate and it's just all so convoluted !

Wrong person or not, it is impeccable timing! Both because of Triple Deluxe's 10th Anniversary (in Japan time) and the fact that I've been intensely studying those scenes for my own anniversary piece! Which is, err, running late.

Here is what we can garner about Sectonia's transformation abilities based on the available information + insights the game gives us.

[Pause Screen Lore]

VS Sectonia Vine

"Sectonia's family(1) have parasitized, taken possession of, and controlled countless lifeforms."

1) This word is often translated as "clan" as in a large gathering of members who are not necessarily family but belong to a specific unified group. IE, this could mean anything from "she and her direct family members have this ability" to "all spiders within a certain classification have this ability" to "all spiders have this ability".

I sometimes HC that possession is something all female spiders possess, because I like to imagine her people being a Queendom and that'd be a good reason for it, and also because of The Dark Crystal's "Wings? I don't have wings." "Of course not. You're a boy." (Which just feels so Taranza + Sectonia coded to me)

(I say "sometimes" because I'm also very fond of trans-girl Sectonia HC.)

VS Queen Sectonia (2)

"Sectonia, beautiful and menacing in form. She has [placed herself] inside the world tree..."

VS Sectonia Soul (2)

"I have parasitized and changed bodies so many times, I can no longer recall...which of them was my original self..."

(This pause screen lore is written from Sectonia's POV.)

So, yes, Joronia/Sectonia is a parasite.

She attaches to something and makes it part of her body/swaps bodies with it. If we look at the difference between her queen-form and her flowered-form, we understand a few things about this process: she takes her current body, as well as the body of another living organism and fuse them together. IE: 1 + 1 = 1

She retains some visual aspects of her previous body after a "switch" (she still has the bee head, collar, and wings, for example) and gains the greater (?) amount of traits from the new body.

This would mean that after her first swap, she probably still looked a little like "Joronia." (Something like a messed up version of those matching toys where you have to align the head, torso, and legs.)

What this also means is that in order to look like "Queen Sectonia" who is so completely different from what Taranza and Joronia look like, she would have had to swap bodies a lot. (Not to mention, she is BIG. It is possible her last body-swap wasn't even to a bee/wasp but something large she absorbed to gain the qualities of its size! Or maybe she stole something large for the size and then stole something with a super thin waist to get that hourglass figure XD)

Planet Robobot's Clone Sectonia lore tells us that "countless species" were found in the Dream Stalk's DNA "stretching over 1,000 years" so this does indeed seem to confirm she did this a frightening amount of times over a long period of time.

It's safe to say you will probably find no one creature in the Kirby-verse that looks similar to Queen Sectonia, as her body was custom crafted with parts from countless critters.

We also get a few visual insights into how parasitization looks...

...Upon her initial defeat, she begins giving off a massive amount of glitter/sparkles/insect scales. 

This visual is interesting as, if she was already reaching for a new body after her defeat, it is possible this is the first part of the process. Shedding her initial body. If not, this could either be a sign of her current body failing/dying or her parasitic control over it weakening.

She raises up, does some hand movements, lets out a wave of magic and begins to glow brightly. When we check back in on her, she has expelled her wings (she has them back in flower form but they DO appear slightly different. More petal-like and droopy. See above.) and wriggling tentacles appear from behind her...

You can debate that these are the Dream Stalk's vines wrapping around her, but they don't seem to behave the same way. (They don't have leaves either, which the vines do.) Thus, I think these are "appendages" that specifically appear as part of Sectonia/Joronia's transformation process. If you think about the way insects emerge from their cocoons, I can imagine these as tendrils as coming out from a "split/crack" that slowly forms in her back...

There's a LOT of light and time and struggle involved in the process but this could be just because the Dream Stalk was such a large and powerful target, being rooted into Popstar itself. If she's done this hundreds or thousands of times before, it is possible there is a shorter version of this for things she already overpowers.

...Though, the grimdark part of my brain imagines things like Taranza using his magic to hold one of her struggling targets down while she enwraps it with her horrible parasite tendrils. If Dess hasn't said this before, I'm less interested in soft, sad boy Taranza and much more interested in "1/2 of a gleeful villain couple" Taranza, who is so captivated by his beloved, he happily joins her in all sorts of horrendous things - leading military invasions in her name, assassinations, putting down rebellions, capturing new victims for her, all things he IS implied to do in game through Dedede -  only turning a blind eye to it because he believes in and is infatuated with her and thus, this must be the right thing to do. Right...?

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In summary, what we can glean is all pretty bad. Sectonia doesn't even "swap" bodies because the bodies she absorb all get used up and can be said to be "dead" from the moment she inhabits them. Though you can even argue this, as, once she is defeated, the Dream Stalk seems to regain its individuality after her absorption. If you're re~ally into horror, you could take this to mean that some aspect of her victims consciousness is carried on from body to body...!!!!

Also, swapping from body to body appears to be more of a melding process anyway, which could also be pretty darn horrible, depending upon how much control you think she has over which traits she inherits from her victims. If it's entirely her choice, it's simply a matter of how many bodies until she's found the traits she believes "perfects" her ultimate vision of herself - plus how many times she changes her mind. If it's NOT then she's probably gone through an insane amount of swaps/victims, discontented at the results and insisting on trying again and again until it turns out "right."

And there you have it! Joronia's transformation into Sectonia is both deeply pitiful and deeply, deeply frightening!

[watcheraurora]

u did that reblog abt talking abt ur fics so now ur subjected to me

Tango is so fucking cool in all of your goddamn fanfictions. like every time everything he does is so genuis coded which means your a genuis. genuis in fiction. And i fcuking love how fucking comic codded this is. like cartoonish i love it and i love that you play in that willingly.

and wdym TANGO FROZE THE CUFFS TO GET OUT ughhh i hate that man he should've died in the finale (i dont mean that) and oh my god him coming back as deepfrost ughhh

I love empires studio and Jimmy beign a backround artist and seeing colors in people. colors are so beautiful and soft and that's just so him ya know,,,, I can imagine Tango spent DAYS analysing his work sometimes. He'd go super brained and be like "this color is because of... joel being an asshole!" and Jimmy would be like "it's actually because of martyn..." and tango would be like ughghghghhg

also that clip about tango doing the 288 math in zed's episode. totally thought about your tango then. i was like "does he really have 160 IQ?????" lmfao. i fucking forever love ice walls

you know me and my dang love for healing light and my dang impatience for part two. Im so fucking excted (this goes out to inferna too)

Firewalls. is it evil of me to hope that tango burns Jimmy's wings. even a little bit. just a little bit. for the shits and giggles.

We need more of grian lore i cannot stress this enough grian is like that badass character in a cartoon (maybe bcz he is but oh well)

Foundation is <3 angel is sososo pretty (i have never seen her in my life) and im so excited for the LOREE i keep imaging her and scar in a bus in the middle of the night going to grian's since thazt chapter dropped and UGH.

I'm fine with that XD I love talking about my fics XD

This got long so it's under the cut

Thank you! I try to lean into the cartoonish vibes as much as I can! It helps keep things a little lighter and, to me personally, more fun. I'm really tired of "gritty, grimdark" superhero stories that have come about in recent decades don't get me started on what they've done to Batman and even Superman (sob) so I try to make mine capture the whimsy and fun of "if I had powers, I'd use them to help" as much as I can

As for Tango's genius, I do really struggle with it, but thank you, I appreciate the compliment

Yeah, Tango freezing the cuffs to get out was, I'll admit, a little Elsa-from-Frozen but I didn't even think about Frozen when I was writing it XD I was just thinking "Oh some metal gets really brittle when it gets cold and Tango is cold and he can't freeze" so I did the same thing XD

I don't know why I made Jimmy a background artist, tbh. It just kinda suited him in my head. Not the center of attention but still an appreciated part of the process without which nothing would be as good and immersive. And I liked that for how Jimmy and Sheriff are in this universe. (And, yeah, Tango doesn't always understand what Jimmy's color analysis choices are but he enjoys it nonetheless)

Honestly I think ccTango is a lot more intelligent than he gives himself credit for and I'm perfectly content to perpetuate that in the fics I write. Because, yeah, holy cow that's actually a sheep, Tango /ref that math was fast. Like I can do long multiplication in my head too but not that fast

@infernafiresword Passing along the love for Healing Light! We're working on Part 2 we promise. I just kinda got infected by Perfection/Saint and took a few weeks off every other project to get it finished and written but once it's done (and it's close) I will be going back to Healing Light 2 and Burn Out 2

Oh part 2 of Walls of Fire will have lots of shenanigans, but I can't tell you what happens to Jimmy's wings because spoilers

Oh Grian Lore? Okay. Here's a fun fact about Ice Walls!Grian: there is one (1) very specific reason Grian decided to try having friends again after being mostly alone for thousands of years when a 14-year-old Jimmy declared that they would be friends. I might be toying with revealing it in Walls of Fire 2 though so I'm not going to say what that very specific reason was just yet (but if I don't include it for whatever reason, come yell at me and I'll tell you then lol). It had something to do with Jimmy and his personality, and that's all I'll say

I have also never seen Angel in my life but she's pretty in my head too 😊 It's very dear to me when people enjoy and like Angel - she's my sweetie

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Hi! Your writing is amazing! I would love to have a romantic and a platonic matchup for Supernatural/MCU/Stranger Things please!

I'm a 34 yr old lady who loves the men! I'm 5'6", curvy, long dark brown hair with reddish tint, hazel eyes covered with nerdy glasses. I have 4 dark freckles on my cheek that resemble the little dipper, full lips, and a round face. 

I am a nerd to the core - I'm a lover of classic movies from Fred Astaire/Ginger Rogers classics to The Shining, I have every book I've ever had since childhood (and refuse to sell or throw out), my music collection is so eclectic I may as well be living multiple separate lives. If the grocery store has good music on the speakers I will sing and/or dance along in the aisles. I absolutely love to cook, my cookbooks are used/stained from multiple uses in the kitchen, and I'm always picking up unique ingredients to experiment with. 

I have a literal Garfield cat - he's big, whines when he's hungry, and is a brat but I love him. I cry watching Disney movies no matter how many times I've seen them, I never turn down pizza, I can't stand raw onions, and while my workspace is neat and organized my closet is chaotic. I have no patience for slow drivers but patient with kids which I absolutely adore. 

I've never judged someone just by how they look; my grandmother used to say I could read people's energy as I always seemed to know when someone was a good person or a walking red flag. While my personal life might be a huge mess, I always seem to find the words someone needs to hear. I'm considered the mother of my friends because I like to plan out road trips and I seem to have a Mary Poppins purse.

Thank you!

When I care and love someone, I do it with my whole heart. But hurt or betray me, I may forgive but I don't forget. I'm a girl who loves flowers, wears black, and is not afraid of the dark. (always wearing sunscreen because ew sun!)

Hello!

Thank you for your kind words!

I just have to say, I also love Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers movies!

I hope you like both sets of your matchups - romantic and platonic!

Enjoy!

<3333333

Romantic and Platonic Matchups; Supernatural, Marvel, and Stranger Things

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Romantic;

~~~

Supernatural;

Castiel -

You met Castiel through Sam and Dean, having been their close friend for a while.

They'd casually mentioned the angel, but nothing could have prepared you for his actual presence.

The first time you saw him, you were half-expecting something more dramatic - wings unfurling, celestial light - but instead, he was standing stiffly next to Dean, head tilted, looking slightly confused by your immediate attempt at small talk.

Confused puppy.

Dean made an offhand joke about Castiel being "new to human social interaction," and you, ever the nurturer, took it upon yourself to help Castiel navigate the intricacies of people.

Your energy and kindness draw him in.

Cas admired how you could sense the intentions of others, your ability to read people being something even he found impressive.

You'd introduce him to classic movies, meticulously picking out the best black-and-white films and watching his intrigued reactions.

He quickly learned that when you sang or danced in public places, it was best to just go along with it rather than question it - especially since it made you so happy.

He loved listening to your music states, often asking you about different artists and genres.

He found your passion for music fascinating and would even remember specific songs that made you happy, playing them on a record player when he thought you needed comfort.

He would ask questions about human customs with genuine curiosity, which led to deep, meaningful conversations that left both of you feeling more connected.

Cas would find himself drawn to your warmth, admiring the way you love fully and care for others without hesitation.

He'd watch the way you mothered your friends, took care of people, and instinctively made them feel safe - something he'd never really had before.

At some point, he started bringing you small gifts.

Flowers he found particularly beautiful, feathers, rocks, or even books he thought you'd enjoy.

Each one had a deep, personal meaning to him.

Sam and Dean definitely noticed before you did and would tease Cas mercilessly, prompting him to tilt his head and ask, "Is it not normal to want to ensure their happiness?"

Dean even teased one time that Cas was a crow with the types of gifts he would bring you.

He began to seek out your company more than anyone else's, finding solace in your presence even during the quietest moments.

Cas wasn't one for grand speeches, but his words held weight.

One evening, after a hunt that went a little too close to the edge, he found you tending to a scrape on your arm, and the sight of you - bruised but still tender and caring - made something click.

"I do not understand the full scope of what this feeling is, but I know that when you are near, the world makes... Sense." He admitted, looking at you earnestly.

The way he gazed at you made your heart skip a beat, and at that moment, you knew he meant every word.

Cas would love small, domestic moments with you - watching old movies, helping you cook, and simply sitting with you in comfortable silence.

He'd start using little affectionate gestures, brushing his fingers against yours, standing just a bit closer than necessary, and tilting his head when he admired you.

When he saw you wearing all black and tending to your flowers, he'd make a pint to remember which ones were your favorite and bring you more.

If you ever fell asleep in the bunker library, he'd carry you to your room without hesitation, staying by your side until you woke; making sure you were safe.

~~~

Marvel;

Scott Lang -

You were an Avenger, and Scott was... Well, Scott.

Your first interaction involved him stealing some of your pizza from the compound fridge, thinking it belonged to Clint.

You caught him red-handed, mid-bute, and instead of getting mad, you sighed and sat down with him, stealing another slice off his plate.

"Names, Y/N,"

"Scott."

You had just made your new best friend.

Scott quickly became your partner-in-crime for everything ridiculous, from grocery store dance-offs to late-night movie marathons.

You both shared a love for experimenting in the kitchen - Scott's attempts were chaotic, and you had to save several dishes from destruction, but the effort was what counted.

He adored your cat, despite the mutual animosity between them, and secretly bribed your cat with treats to win his favor.

Scott realized he had feelings for you when he saw how effortlessly you balanced chaos with care, planning everything down to the smallest detail for your friends but embracing spontaneity when it mattered.

He started making excuses to spend more time with you, whether it was showing up at your place with ice cream or insisting you needed a co-pilot for a mission that didn't require one.

Hope would roll her eyes at his very obvious crush and tell him to "Just tell them already, you absolute idiot."

Scott being Scott, it was clumsy.

He probably blurted it out in the middle of an argument about pizza toppings.

"Look, I don't care what toppings you put on the pizza as long as we eat it together- wait, that sounded like- uh, nevermind, uh, ignore me."

But you knew, he was very obvious.

You just laughed before pulling him in for a kiss.

Expect a lot of important dates, like surprise coffee runs, road trips, or museum visits where he tries (and fails) to impress you with historical facts.

He loves stealing your hoodies and wearing them proudly.

Tries to flirt with you with magic tricks.

Domestic moments include Scott falling asleep on the couch, you draping a blanket over him, and him unconsciously pulling you down with him.

He writes little port-it notes for you, leaving them in places he knows you'll find them.

~~~

Stranger Things;

Alexei Smirnoff -

You and Murray have been friends for a while - he appreciates your sharp intuition, love for classic movies, and ability to organize chaos (something he sorely lacks).

When he ends up taking in Alexei, you’re the first person he calls.

The first time you meet Alexei, he’s sitting on Murray’s couch, happily sipping on a cherry Slurpee.

He glances up, does a double take, and then immediately looks at Murray with a raised eyebrow like Who is this?

Murray makes some sarcastic remark about you being the only normal person in his life before shoving you toward Alexei, telling you to “keep him entertained.”

Turns out, you don’t need to try hard.

You and Alexei immediately bond over movies - yeah, you can speak Russian, slay Queen - your collection of old classics makes his eyes light up, and soon he’s rambling about the few American films he’s seen.

Woody Woodpecker is his favorite though.

Your friendship with Alexei is playful and full of laughter.

His goofiness pairs perfectly with your fun-loving nature, and soon, you’re spending a ridiculous amount of time at Murray’s house just to hang out with him.

He’s fascinated by your cooking skills.

He’ll hover in the kitchen, watching you with wide eyes as you move effortlessly between ingredients and pots.

He always insists on tasting things, even before they’re done.

“Alexei, that’s raw dough-”

“Is good.”

You introduce him to Disney movies, and he absolutely loves them - he’ll sit wide-eyed in front of the TV, whispering predictions under his breath.

When he notices you crying at The Lion King (again), he gently nudges a tissue into your hand without saying a word.

Your cat is not a fan at first.

Alexei tries to win him over with treats, but your furry menace acts like he’s in charge.

Eventually, though, you find Alexei napping on your couch with your cat sprawled across his chest, both snoring lightly.

You teach Alexei basic English, and he gets pretty good.

I might as well say this now, but Alexei ain't dying in this.

Pretend that all is good.

Grocery shopping turns into an adventure - you’ll hum and dance in the aisles when a good song comes on, and Alexei, at first baffled, quickly joins in with an exaggerated twirl, laughing when you spin with him.

Alexei isn’t immediately aware that he’s falling for you, but Murray notices.

Every time Alexei smiles a little softer when you’re talking, Murray just sips his beer and mutters, “Oh boy.”

The first time Alexei realizes he’s in deep is when someone makes you laugh really hard - not him.

It catches him off guard, and suddenly, he doesn’t like the feeling in his chest.

He finds himself seeking you out more and more - waiting for you to come over, listening more intently to your stories, and memorizing the way you tuck your hair behind your ear when you’re focused.

He starts bringing you things without thinking - a flower he found on the sidewalk, an extra Slurpee, a new movie he thought you’d like.

It’s so casual that neither of you realize what’s happening.

It takes Murray’s meddling to make anything happen.

Matchmaker.

He’s the one who eventually shoves Alexei into admitting his feelings.

“You stare at them like they’re the last cherry Slurpee on Earth. Just tell them already.”

One evening, after watching a movie at your place, you find Alexei nervous for the first time.

He keeps fidgeting with his sleeves, clearing his throat, and avoiding your eyes.

Finally, in a mix of Russian and broken English, he confesses in the most endearing, awkward way possible, something along the lines of: “I think… You are better than Slurpee. And I like Slurpee very much.”

Your heart just melts.

When you reach for his hand, his entire face lights up in relief.

Alexei is a romantic in the most unintentional ways - he doesn’t always realize when he’s being sweet, but everything he does is laced with affection.

He absolutely adores cooking with you.

He’s a mess in the kitchen, constantly sneaking bites of food, but you wouldn’t trade the chaos for anything.

You two dance in the kitchen together - sometimes to old jazz records, sometimes to whatever is playing on the radio.

He’ll twirl you dramatically, and if you stumble, he’ll laugh and catch you in his arms.

He always brings you flowers, sometimes real, sometimes paper ones he tries (badly) to fold.

“They will never die this way,” He says with a proud grin.

Road trips are his favorite - especially when you plan them out with that Mary Poppins-level organization.

He loves the way you take care of everything, and he just enjoys the ride with you.

He loves tracing random patterns on your arm when you’re sitting together, his fingers light and absentminded, but always tender.

Morning routines are slow and cozy.

Alexei refuses to wake up properly without coffee, so you make a deal - whoever gets up first has to start the pot.

He hoards snacks in your house, always claiming, “Is for emergency.”

(The “emergency” is usually just a movie marathon.)

When he gets sick, he turns into the most dramatic patient ever.

“I am dying,” He groans, while you roll your eyes and spoon-feed him soup.

Your cat loves him now.

If Alexei sits down, your cat is immediately in his lap.

He steals your hoodies constantly.

They’re always too big on him, but he loves how soft they are (and the fact that they smell like you).

He would always make you laugh, even when you’re having a rough day.

He knows exactly how to be silly enough to pull you out of a bad mood.

He would never let you cry alone.

If you get emotional during a Disney movie, he’ll hold you close, no questions asked.

If you have a bad dream, he’d mumble half-asleep reassurances in Russian while holding you, as if that alone could ward off the nightmares.

If you’re ever overwhelmed, he’s the type to silently offer you a Slurpee and a hug, because sometimes you don’t need words - just comfort.

You’d spoil him with home-cooked meals, always remembering his favorites.

You’d introduce him to all your music, and he’d end up loving your most unexpected picks.

You’d never let him feel like an outsider - you make sure he knows that he’s wanted, that he belongs.

You’d plan little surprises for him, whether it’s a road trip, a movie night, or just a small gift that made you think of him.

Like cherry slurpies.

~~~

Platonic;

~~~

Supernatural;

Sam Winchester -

You met Sam in the most unexpected yet fitting way - maybe at a dusty old bookstore where you both reached for the same worn-out classic or at a roadside diner where you bonded over your mutual hatred of raw onions.

He was instantly drawn to your ability to read people.

It reminded him of his own instincts, and he respected it immediately.

Sam adores your love for books.

He’d ask about your collection, flipping through the pages of your childhood favorites with genuine interest.

If you ever mentioned wanting a rare or nostalgic book, he'd keep an eye out on hunts or in random bookstores.

You and Sam would have deep discussions about movies, literature, and life itself, often over homemade meals you insisted on making because “The two of you can’t survive on gas station food, Sam.”

If Dean teases you for crying over Disney movies, Sam is right there with you, totally not wiping his own tears away at the emotional parts.

Grocery store trips are chaotic.

You’re dancing in the aisles, and Sam is torn between pretending he doesn’t know you and fully indulging in the fun.

Eventually, he just gives in and twirls you around like you’re in a classic movie.

You both love road trips, and you always plan them out.

Sam appreciates your Mary Poppins-level organization, and you make sure he actually takes a break from hunting.

Sam bonds with your Garfield-like cat, especially when he’s researching.

You walk in on him absentmindedly petting the cat while deep in lore books.

Sam is fiercely protective of you.

If anyone hurts or betrays you, he won’t forget it - much like you.

When you have a rough day, he always finds the right words to comfort you.

If you need to cry, he’s there with a shoulder to lean on and a warm cup of tea.

If you're stressed, he drags you out on a walk at night, just to talk and let the world slow down.

Sam sees you as one of his closest friends, someone who brings warmth and stability to his chaotic life.

You’re the person who reminds him that there’s still joy in the world, even amidst all the supernatural horror.

~~~

Marvel;

Natasha Romanoff -

Natasha is naturally skeptical of new people, but something about you intrigued her.

Maybe you could read people so well or how you carried yourself with a quiet strength.

She first met you at a party or gathering, and while she was scanning the room for threats, she noticed you reading people just as quickly as she was.

She liked that.

Natasha quickly learned that you’re the mom friend, and she found it both amusing and endearing.

She admires how fiercely you love and protect the people in your life.

That’s something she understands deeply.

If you’re cooking, she’ll sit in the kitchen, watching you, offering occasional sarcastic commentary, but secretly she enjoys the comfort of it.

She definitely makes fun of you for crying at Disney movies but secretly thinks it’s sweet.

“It’s a cartoon, Y/N. It’s not real.”

(But she watches anyway.)

(She is also crying on the inside, especially when you watch Inside Out or The Lion King.)

Training sessions where she insists you learn at least basic self-defense.

"You never know when it'll come in handy."

She’ll go shopping with you, but only if there’s an incentive - like you promising her food after.

Natasha is the friend who’d never let you walk alone at night.

If you ever had to, she’d either walk with you or stay on the phone the whole time.

If someone hurts you, Natasha will absolutely make them fear her.

She’s not above subtle intimidation.

She doesn’t open up easily, but you have a way of making her feel safe enough to talk about things she normally wouldn’t.

If she sees you stressed, she’ll either drag you out for a drive or make you take a break with a dumb movie.

“C’mon, Y/N, we’re watching something terrible tonight.”

Natasha sees you as family.

She might not say it often, but she trusts you completely.

You’re one of the few people who can make her feel normal and safe.

~~~

Stranger Things;

Joyce Byers -

You met Joyce in a small-town setting - maybe at a local store while picking up groceries or at a diner where you bonded over music.

She immediately liked your energy-reading ability.

“I knew I wasn’t imagining it, that guy totally gave me bad vibes.”

Joyce adores your love for cooking.

If you make something, she’ll be the first to try it and insist it’s the best thing she’s ever had.

She admires how you don’t judge people based on appearances, something she’s always taught her kids.

If you love organizing road trips, Joyce adores this.

She’s got a chaotic life, so having a friend who can help plan fun outings is a dream.

You help her decorate for the holidays - Halloween, Christmas, everything.

She loves making the house feel festive.

Movie marathons with classic films with the fam.

Joyce has a soft spot for the same classics you do, so you spend nights watching Casablanca or old horror films.

Helping her with errands or just keeping her company while she’s working.

She appreciates just having someone to talk to.

Joyce is the type of friend who would immediately go into mom mode if someone hurt you.

She will make a scene if necessary.

She’s a great listener, and if you ever need advice, she’s there to talk you through it.

If you’re feeling overwhelmed, she makes sure you’re taking care of yourself, even if it means just dropping off some food at your place.

Joyce sees you as a rock in her life.

She doesn’t have many people she can rely on, but she knows she can count on you.

Your friendship is one of warmth, support, and unwavering loyalty.

[hezenkoss]

BellaraHezenkoss for the wip folder game?? 👀👀👀

OKAY so I'm going to use this as my excuse for my Bellara/Hezenkoss manifesto.

(The actual fic I'm currently writing does not get into any of this and is pretty much just hand of glory pwp. Does it count as necrophilia to fuck a fully consenting undead mummified hand? Unclear.)

I just think Bellara as a Fade nerd who is actually really interested in really dangerous magic but trying to restrain herself meeting Hezenkoss who is also a Fade nerd who cast aside all scruples in pursuit of power is something that can be so sexy.

I don't know that any relationship between them would necessarily be overly romantic or long lasting, but I also think it would be sexy of them to form a passionate if short lived fling and then have a few decades as bitter exes writing stuff like Re: the problems with J. Hezenkoss' last article in this journal, Re: Re: B. Lutare's asinine reply to J. Hezenkoss' magnificent article, etc.

So we've got a few avenues to this:

1. Correspondence: Bellara gets you to recruit Emmrich because they're penpals, so who's to say she isn't also corresponding with Hezenkoss? Who is undoubtedly doing very weird fun slightly fucked up things that Bellara can't help but be intrigued by.

2. Hezenkoss Can Make Bellara Worse: Bellara maybe getting pushed into things a little more unethical than she might've done otherwise by an encouraging Hezenkoss who praises her for it. Hezenkoss has a line with Rook that goes: "Look at you. A necromancer wasting the prime of their life solving the problems of others. You'd have been taught much differently if you'd been my apprentice." and well. Maybe Bellara can get in on a bit of that unethical yet sexy mentor action too.

Also this banter:

Hezenkoss: You have a question about negative topological functions?

Bellara: Yes, please. Emmrich said it was okay to ask about this.

Hezenkoss: Do you always listen to that milksop? Well, at least you've come to a proper necromancer. First, I assume you've learned to cascade your spell weaves around wave inversions.

Bellara: Oh! Really! But wouldn't the explosive radius— I mean. I'd never try it.

Hezenkoss: That's cowardice speaking. Cast it aside!

3. Alternate companion AU: Hezenkoss gets recruited instead of Emmrich and at first she seems very helpful and then you get to her personal quest and it's something like. Help me build my giant skeleton to take over the world fight with. And there's a bit of murder on the side but hey! You've come this far with her already. And you've got Bellara and Hezenkoss off to one side forming a little NPC romance over shared enthusiasm over the intricacies of magic. Hezenkoss would probably be interested in the archive. Bellara is into the giant skeleton and ways to improve it.

From this banter:

Bellara: What a waste. What happened with Hezenkoss, I mean.

Emmrich: She could have turned her considerable intellect to the good of Nevarra. And now...

Bellara: No, I mean the giant bone skeleton. That big thing she wanted to become. You go to all that trouble. And you make it look like that? I'd give it wings. Or more arms. Or something.

Emmrich: You've put a lot of thought into this, I see.

Bellara: No! I mean, I'd never do it. Probably.

4. Bellara Can (try to) Make Hezenkoss Better: Maybe an AU where Hezenkoss is defeated but instead of being just a skull she's fully walking around the Lighthouse now as a grudging ally. And maybe Bellara spends a bit of time with her talking over stuff. Bellara makes a few comparisons between Anaris and Hezenkoss in the game, and maybe she can view this as a second chance to do something about the type of views that stole her brother. It probably isn't going to work! But they can have a bit of (sexy) fun with baiting each other.

Anyway. I am way too lazy to write any of this. But I do think of them often.

[cannibal-walleye]

I've been thinking about TSotS a lot lately, and I can't stop thinking about how I didn't realize BOTH of them didn't know eachothers hybrid status.

I've already talked a bit about how this effects Skizz and his perception of what's going on, but I've been thinking about Impulse a lot more.

At first, in one of the first chapters, 3, I think, when we first see impulses not-a-crush-crush on his angel classmate, and I thought it was fueled by his.. let's say growing fondness of his angel bestfriend (id specify "online" but... he doesnt seem like a very social creature)

But now that I know he doesn't know Skizz is an angel (which tbf i probably should have picked up on lol, i feel like if he knew it would have been a much more major plot point by now) it makes his crush feel a lot more real and present and important. Because at the end of the day, it is. His crush wasn't influenced by Skizz, making it (unknowingly) more important to him because this is his first crush, ever. He truly did just become enamored with an angel for seemingly no reason. And it's scary.

This makes for a couple interesting directions this story can take when he does eventually learn skizz is an angel (assuming that happens before he meets Skizz in person and they live happily ever after with no problems at all. Definitely.).

A) he becomes even more enamored with his classmate

B) full on falls head over heels for skizz

C) unintentionally ghosts Skizz (and avoids his classmate at all costs) because he's having multiple gay panic attacks ("skizz is an angel? Like that guy in my class? Are his wings as pretty? Is the guy just as nice as skizz?")

D) begins to put the dots together and starts to freak out... or alternatively does the opposite and sees no connection what so ever. Silly guy.

Or E) some secret 5th thing that only an author could come up with because being a writer is actually just playing 3D chess with the characters (and readers)

Also I'm so. So. normal about the apology pastries. I will not survive that interaction. (And for the sake of this ramble, we're not thinking about the outcome possibilities. Because i will be here for hours if i so much as think about how that will go down + the aftermath)

Insane rambles that make little to no sense, probably missing some stuff I wanted to mention, and also very rushed because. Well I need my thoughts on some kind of paper or I will explode/pos. They take up an insane amount of my thoughts. Send help. (And to think, i was somewhat normal about skizzpulse before this fic... i regret nothing)

I feel like I've achieved absolutely nothing with this long ask, but, oh well. As always love your tippy taps and your scritchy scratchs (writing and art) remember to drink and eat! Don't Let the concerned-for-your-wellbeing Skizz bite!

Hi hi hi it's been like,, a month since u sent this in. I'm so sorry lol. I LOVE to get asks (THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU-), I just don't always respond in a timely manner rip.

Anyways! THEORIES AND STUFF my beloved >:))))

I don't think it's been mentioned explicitly, mainly because I don't like to do straight exposition and prefer to work information into the plot naturally, but they know next to nothing about one another's personal information. They've both been very strict about protecting their privacy for a variety of reasons, so yeah. Skizz didn't know Impulse was a demon, and while Skizz has certainly hinted that he's an angel, he hasn't explicitly told Impulse.

And that's one thing I really like about how their relationship is going to develop; it said in the tags, but it's simultaneously friends to lovers and strangers to lovers, because at least at the beginning, the online and in-person personalities have no direct association with one another. So yeah, Impulse just likes this random angel for no reason other than SMOKING HOT, and it has nothing to do with Skizz (yet ;))

ughh I love all your theories, there are SO many things that could happen from here. And of course, nothing is going to be directly confirmed or denied, but I will say at least part of several of your theories are going to happen >:)) With angst, naturally. ughhh you don't even KNOW. lots of 3D chess with multiverse time travel going on.

Hehe the apology pastries. An idea like that will pop into my head and I'm just like,, yes. this is it. I have been ✨enlightened✨ They're just cute and stupid and they deserve to have good things to eat, and PURRING ehehehehehe >:))))) fool's gonna fall so hard, he doesn't even know what hit him

And, like always, I don't mind rambles!! Ramble as much as you want!! Ramble more!!!!! I just don't always get to them in a timely manner rip, but don't take that as me being annoyed or uninterested because I want to knowwwww your thoughts, please and thank you :))) And don't say you've achieved nothing! It all adds to my motivation :D These asks and the comments I get really help to get me out of slumps in motivation and such, so I really really appreciate it <3

Okies that's all, haves a good day, I'm going to go write now :))

[roadkillxd]

Thank you for replying! I just wanted to make sure I wasn't breaking any rules that could make you uncomfortable. As for the request I was thinking of alpha alejandro vargas (if you don't write for him then ghost is perfectly fine) x omega ftm reader (they are already married/dating) where reader also works in the forces (air force) but is from a different country (preferably pakistani) alejandro sees someone flirting with the reader but reader doesn't notices it and talks to the person normally, which makes alejandro jealous and it turns into smut (consensual) with softdom alejandro with touch deprivation (basically alejandro not touching the reader and using toys) and over stimulation with aftercare. I'm sorry if this is confusing or too specific, if you don't feel like writing it then it's cool. I hope you are having a good day/night.

-🦝

Ok, Alejandro is a new beloved now, thank you. He's going on the list. Full stop I'm not Pakistani nor do I have any knowledge of the language. I tried my best to convert the Urdu script to the Roman alphabet for non-Pakistani reading ease too, so forgive me if anything is off—and feel free to DM me if you're a native speaker to correct me! That goes for any foreign language I write in!

Alejandro x FTM!Reader ↪ 1711 words — 18+ / SMUT.

Content tags — trans male submissive (pakistani) omega reader, cis male dominant alpha Alejandro, crying, a/b/o dynamic, mention of claiming, unsafe sex, bondage, mention of breeding, jealousy, mild man-handling, subspace, probably bad Spanish and Urdu, overstimulation, established relationship, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, sex toys. 

Ever since the Los Vaqueros took their base back from the Shadows, you’ve requested station on base to help them rebuild from the damage left behind following the siege, a request that Laswell honored, pulling favors to get you leave from your home taskforce. 

The 141 had pulled you back into work not too long ago, operating as a personal pilot and borderline escort for Alejandro in hopes of keeping their alliance and their only non-cartel tainted relationship to Las Almas safe.

Alejandro hadn’t been super thrilled about having a babysitter. He could handle himself, and he had Rudy. 

Things changed when Ghost slid him your file and he got to see your face for the first time, paper clipped to the corner of the manilla file. He changed his mind very quickly then. He likes to remind you about it, too, just to see you fluster.

He’s watching you over his shoulder now, pretending to focus on the blueprints in front of him as you carefully weld the deformed metal of a jet, having taken a few stray bullets to the wing. You’re in that tight sage green jumpsuit that he loves so much, the safety harness you’re wearing hugging your thighs and pecs in all the right places. 

But he’s not the only one who notices, some private sauntering on over to you like Alejandro isn’t right there. His nostrils flare as he watches you push up your welding mask, greeting them happily. Maybe you know him, or maybe you’re just so sweet that it makes Alejandro’s stomach burn hot and flutter.

He doesn’t need to hear what the private’s saying to know he’s flirting—watching how he leans into your space, puts a hand on your arm, looks up and down your body while you barely notice any of it. Friendly, you just think he’s being friendly. 

“You’re leaking,” Rudy’s voice comes from beside Alejandro, nasally as he pinches his nose shut, startling Alejandro from his stupor.

Alejandro grimaces, catching a whiff of his pheromones pouring off of him. Mine, mine, mine, mine.

“Sorry, alero,” he murmurs. Rudolfo’s gaze trails over to you and the private.

“You’d think they would know better by now…”

“You’d think,” Alejandro growls. Rudy eyes the man warily, nose still pinched.

“Why don’t you go… spend some time together,” Rudy says, “I can take over here.”

Alejandro sighs, looking down at the untouched blueprints. You’d asked him to mark down damage to each one so you could keep track of it. There’s only one mark on the paper.

“I owe you,” he finally says, giving Rudy a pat on the shoulder before heading your way.

“Más bien, el soldado raso me debe,” Rudolfo mutters, turning to the workbench.

You turn to Alejandro as he approaches you, smiling. You lean up to give him a quick peck on the lips, and the second you step back Private Pérez is skittering away and out of the hangar.

You raise a brow, then catch a whiff of the scent pouring off of Alejandro, strong eucalyptus and cedar that almost burns your nose but makes you feel foggy at the same time.

“Did something happen?” You ask, pressing a hand to his cheek. He nuzzles into it, eyes closing with a smile as he turns to press a wet kiss to your palm.

He reaches up and takes your hand in his, intertwining your fingers. 

“Come with me,” he says low and smokey, his tone making your core drip.

You nod and he smiles, tugging you along behind him as you follow dumbly, brain slowly letting his scent overtake you. You can feel slick gathering between your thighs, and while you’re sure everyone you pass can smell it, you know they wouldn’t dare say a word, not with Alejandro's hand in yours.

He’s on you the second you reach his quarters, lips rough and biting against yours, hands grasping at your hips and pushing you hard against the door as it slams shut. You gasp against his mouth and he grins all sharp and wolfish, the outline of his cock hard and rubbing along your thigh.

You tangle your hands in his slick hair as he trails nibbling kisses down your throat, undoing your jumpsuit as he goes, baring your chest to him. He growls and licks a stripe over your nipple, making you moan as he sucks it harshly, his stubble scratching at your pec.

He moves to the other, giving it the same rough treatment before pulling away, guiding you backward until the back of your knees collide with the bed and you topple onto it. You scramble to grab at him again, wanting to pull him into another searing kiss, only for him to catch your wrists and pin you back down to the bed.

“Alejandro—” you whine, squirming.

“What’s your word, amor?” He purrs, transferring both of your wrists into one of his big hands, your brain already too dazed to focus on what his other one is doing.

“Cowboy,” you breathe, trying to rock down onto his leg he keeps purposefully just out of reach. He smiles again, and you hear the sound of metal clinking before you feel it cold and hard around one wrist, looping through the bedpost, and then the other wrist. 

You whimper, feeling his hands skate featherlight down your body, touch so faint you’d think you were imagining it if your eyes were closed. 

“Te desean,” Alejandro says, voice low, touch trailing just around your clothed core, the fabric dark and soaked through with your slick, “pero no pueden tenerte.”

You don’t remember closing your eyes, but they snap open at the sound of fabric ripping, a shiver running through your body as Alejandro tears your jumpsuit at the crotch. He’s lucky you packed more.

You can see the wand resting against the dip of his knee, assuming he got it from the drawer the same time he grabbed the handcuffs. You squirm in anticipation, mouth hanging open as the toy comes to life, the soft buzzing filling your senses. 

You jolt as he presses the head to your swollen nipple, holding it there so faintly it’s somehow more overwhelming than if he pressed it down. You moan loud and desperate, hips bucking as he watches with rapt attention, drinking you in. His cock is hard and dripping, knot already curiously swelling at the base as he takes in the sight before him.

He trails the wand down, down your sternum, your tummy, down to the mound just above your small, swollen cock. You make a pained noise, trying to shift enough for the vibrator to slip down against the pulsing nub. 

“Alejandro, meri jaan,” you cry, brain so overwhelmed with pheromones and base instinct to be bred. He can smell it on you, knot nearly full without having even entered you, nevermind touched himself, “please, pyar—touch me, touch me!”

“You’re so beautiful,” he purrs, voice thick and raspy like he’s struggling to get the words out past the haze of lust, “handsome boy, mi chico guapo. Tell me how you say it.”

The cogs in your brain churn, a full minute passing before you can piece the words together through your moans and cries. 

“Mera khobsorat larka,” you gasp.

He smiles, open mouthed and sweating, looking down at you with such adoration, such possession.

“Mera khobsorat larka,” he repeats, and pushes the wand hard against your cocklet. You keen, back arching as an orgasm rocks through you, whole body shivering up and down as your eyes roll back. 

The intense vibrations carry you through it, milking your body of its pleasure—it quickly becomes too much. He doesn’t move it away, circling your nub with it, the overstimulation making you shake, tears streaming down your face. You thrash against the handcuffs, booted feet planting on his chest in both an attempt to close your legs and push him away.

“Your word, nene,” he urges, his hand held steady against your core.

You shake your head, biting your lip. You can hear the gravelly, satisfied trill emit from deep in his chest, finally flicking the toy off. Your hips immediately crash back down onto the bed, your whole body going limp as you try to catch your breath. You barely get a moment before you feel his slick, slightly tapered cock sliding between your folds before catching on your hole, pressing in with one sharp movement of his hips.

You croak on a moan, mouth hanging open dumbly, wrists feeling sore. You’re not fully aware at this point, body floating and mind so, so foggy with instinct. Alejandro feels so good inside of you, his thick cock stretching your hole open as he fucks into you slow and steady, yet with a force you can only attribute to his jealousy. 

He doesn’t knot you—doesn’t want to push your body to that point without the proper preparation. He instead buries to the bulb and wraps his fist around it, squeezing hard to simulate your tight little hole clenching down around him. 

The sound starts as a guttural growl before growing into a loud, moaning shout as he fills you with his cum, indistinguishable from the slick you’re leaking onto the sheets. 

He pants against your scent gland as you both come down, scraping his teeth across the swollen flesh to make you shiver—not quite owned yet but close, you’ll be his when the time is right.

You catch your breath and hiccup, letting out a shaky, heart-wrenching noise caught between a sob and a whimper, pulling hard against the cuffs. Alejandro’s immediately on you, somehow steady hands unlocking them to free your wrists.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he murmurs, almost cooing as you grab for him, wrapping your arms over his shoulder and around his neck, trying to bury your face against him. He skates his hands over your body, attempting to soothe your shivering as you come down from your headspace.

[kit-williams]

I would like to cheer up one of the yanderes when they're sad by holding their cheeks in my hands and telling them that I'm proud of them no matter what and that I love them. ;^;

Sorry this took so long to write! I was working on other fluffuary posts as well as making sure Valentines day was taken care of!

who to do... I also did all of the boys because they all deserve love!

Azazel would never admit he's sad and probably wouldn't let pet (STILL DONT KNOW WHAT TO CALL HER WILL PROBABLY REDO HIS THING) touch him unless he's to that point, yes he can touch you but you touching him? Never, but if your past the point of his mistrust of you telling him how you feel he will just smile.

Azazel is getting redone.

Palion is too manic? If that makes sense he will be sad at times especially when his muse continues to self depreciate herself and not realize his large displays of affection come from an honest passionate part of him. But cheering him up is simple just this small bit of care cheers him right back up. Of course if you tell him those sweet things he returns to peacocking right away to show you his love.

Harram would never admit he's upset. Conversely he is an Iron warrior is he able to feel happiness? Yes he is. But he appreciates your hands on his face, perhaps he has gotten distracted and now has a thick stubble on his chin, enjoying what you tell him making him feel like he is powerful.

Arkyn's eyes would widen as you could see past his bravado and he stops whatever he was going to say as you can see the slight wetness in his eyes as his hands rest on yours just savouring the feeling of you holding his face as he tells you it back.

Ghosk... you would just get picked up and held tightly all wrapped up in his wings as he just chuckles and tells you that how wrong it is you to think of that but enjoys it either way, you can tell in his black eyes that he wants to say it back but won't not while you're awake.

Sirus doesn't get sad often... he will brood and try to distance himself from you as he doesn't want you to see him brood or be sad. But when you would hold him close he would melt to your touch and his eyes moisten as you soothe the feeling that he is a beast.

Vauth would remind you that he is above such weakness such as sadness. He is beyond the need to feel such feelings. If you continue to cup his face silently and not point out his hypocrisy he will rest his forehead against yours and leave his hands on your hips as he doesn't reply. What flesh of his lips that are left twich slightly as he will pull away thanking you for seeing what he is doing for you.

Zul would hide his sadness as long as he could from you but you can see the way it bleeds from his eyes. He has very expressive eyes. He wouldn't reply to you but just hold you tightly and run his fingers through your hair silently.

Solos would posture that he wasn't sad you're just projecting! He postures a lot and tries to do his best to be tough and strong for you... but eventually you could get him to be tender... to let you touch the mess of a man that is there. He would bitterly fuss that he doesn't need your approval but you know he would hoard your words.

Nakht is another who would posture as he has to be a big strong man for you. And the way you would get him to crumble is by telling him how proud you are. Oh you telling him how you love him would get him back to puffing up his chest and trying to bounce back from letting himself bleed out into your hands.

Zhur would smile at you with that sadness in his eyes but he would be quick to heal as he just wants your affection... he wants your validation and your love.

Jihias' sermons have lacked their usual passion and have been far more reflective. But oh how his eyes sparkle and light back up with that passionate spark to them as you hold him and tell him your love... now the sermons are akin to the book of psalms... a little spicy at times.

Nubin doesn't craft as much when he's sad but to see his large face be cradled in your hands oh how he smiles at you as you praise him and tell him your affections.

Sor is hard to tell when he is upset as he already keeps his distance from you so for you to pinpoint that he is feeling down is a feat. Now trying to pin him down? When it feels like he's avoiding you? It's a feat to get a moment with him as he'll just lean his head against you letting you play with his hair.

Kazi is easy to know when he's upset because he suddenly broods and the boy is far more like a blue jay then a stoic raven as he is normally the one to greet you. He tries his best to push through his sadness. He makes a cooing noise as you hold his face and just comfort him and holds you close.

Moremo will just give you a patient smile as you pry out of him. He will pick you up and just carry you over to one of the many hidden window nooks and just lays his head on your lap letting you run your fingers through his peppering hair.

Omegon asks you if you're sad but when you are to tired to deal with his wordplay and avoiding giving a solid answer he will come to cuddle you and hide his face into your back just whispering a thank you.

Roland hardly ever gets upset... but when he does the rare times that prayer, flogging, or any of his other sort of activities fail to alleviate his mood he will come and tell you that he is upset. He will sit you down and rest his head in your lap requesting you pet his head. It hardly fails to cheer him up.

Tyberos is an enigma and like Roland will never let you figure out if he is sad he will simply tell you. He is a chapter master after all and normally takes a lot for him to let it linger that he seeks solace. But he will hold you and just savor feeling your hand on his scarred and torn up face just enjoying the gentle touch.

Hopefully you dont mind the way these men's emotions bleed out of them... and bleed into your hands... in your hair... the way it will stain your skin as the line where they end and you begin blurs... careful now... when they have something they like... they tend not to let go

[idolbound]

LET'S GET REACQUAINTED ! hey rpc ! lets be honest, datv brought us all back in one way or another either you're a veteran or new, i'm sure there is stuff that has changed or we don't know each other so let's have a game about it to reintroduce each other ! repost this to do the same & tag some pals if you want !

Name / Penname: Lexie for veterans, did you go by something previously ? if so what was it if you're comfortable sharing that name &/or penname: Nope, I've always gone by Lexie. age & gender( if comfortable sharing ): 30, female what was your first dragon age muse: I want to say it was my Cassandra, originally @stabbystabseeker , then I had my Hawke and Inquis both for a hot second as well as Meredith in 2015. do you have any other darp muses / blogs: I have Cassandra, my Rook, and soon to be Rana Savas on my multi @afraidofchange what muses / blogs do you have outside of darp: Mostly still just my multi, but I did throw my D&D/Bg3 Paladin Rama on a solo blog for the time being @wolfbluff thedas has two moons: true | false - is that not the canon?

single line, para, or novella: all of the above, but I don't like single line stuff to go on for more than a few replies/single evening. I need at least some exposition and description lol. plotting or winging it: Typically memes or plotting more generally. It doesn't have to be super specific but I like having mutually shared ideas. fighting threads, you bold enough for them?: I write a villain with a boss fight; of course I'm down to write them. Meredith is also a powerful templar, and isn't afraid to fuck someone up. (this would require plotting, obviously no god modding, but yknow). what content warnings are on your blog?: Drug usage with lyrium (or cocaine in modern verse), violence, PTSD, violence, gore/blood, uh, genocide of the Circle mages, etc. I don't sanitize Meredith, but I approach these topics with respect. what things do you need tagged for your comfort?: suicide & self-harm.

shipping preferences: single | multi | no ship | polyship (sorry Meredith is polyphobic xoxo)- typically, I'm open to separate ships, but because of who Meredith is, some plotting is necessary - I do not change her character to suit a ship (but I have a greater ability to ship her in post-DA2 verses or modern verse, where she isn't as limited). shipping boundaries: Meredith is a lesbian. I ship her with other female muses. She's also between 35-45 years of age during the Kirkwall timeline, and while I'm open to certain age gaps, I prefer to at least ship her with someone 25+ and has their frontal lobe fully developed. I'm pretty selective with my ships, but if there's a vibe, I'd be interested in exploring it (casual, short or long term). favorite ships in dragon age: There are so so many canon x canons, but if we're gonna count romance options in the games: Morrigan/Warden, Isabela/f!Hawke, Cassandra/Inquis, Neve/Rook. favorite ships from the rpc( tag your friends ships ! ): There are a few whose URLs are escaping me but trust me when I say that I see you, especially those of us that have been writing the same ships w the same people for years. So shout out to @sanctamater for writing Kirkwall's Worst Sapphics together <3

fun facts about yourself that may have changed since in the past ten years( when inquisition dropped )--

I moved halfway across the country and I'm 2.5 years into writing my doctorate. (Also it's been almost 10 years since I started writing Mere). My best friend is due with twins any day now (we only know Baby A is female, we still don't know what Baby B's sex is because they've kept their legs closed this entire time), but I'll be an auntie before 2024 is out.

be honest, did you miss darp. come on now--

I missed a lot of the people I wrote with back in the day and thankfully many of them have come back. I don't miss the crazy insane drama / insane behaviour that happened in this RPC, and quite frankly, I do wish more people would branch out and write more actually sapphic women, dwarves, and villains / morally grey protagonists (beyond blood mage Hawkes for example).

challenge round ! put a small top five things unrelated to dragon age !

Let's do Music things since spotify wrapped just dropped:

Chappell Roan's rise to stardom in 2024 (but I was a fan about a year before because @magicbound recommended me Red Wine Supernova on Discord).

Brat Summer.

Katie Gavin's solo album What a Relief emotionally destroyed me because it released a week after my break up, but I still bought it on vinyl.

Cat Burns did not only a cover of I like the way you kiss me but she also did teenage dirtbag and they're both amazing!

Megan Thee Stallion is the greatest rapper of our generation. I said what I said.

tagging: @sanctamater @theharellan @theodosiani @prophetries

[jacksfandomrandom]

I read one AU that was similar to my trans genderbend headcanon that it have me motivation to write this. That fic that inspired me was LuxTheChaotic's Genderbent series on AO3

How Eve Became Steve

Notes: Before I start, I'd just like to say that I do not wish to erase lesbians and or the sexuality. This will NOT be straightwashed either. Only genderbended. it's not sex-bended though because Vaggie will be a trans man and Charlie is a cis man in this AU. I am really sorry if this offensive.

Tw: t slur

Also this technically was requested by anayapookie on wattpad

Summary: Genderbend AU where Vaggie falls because they tried to tell Lute they were a man. Charles, the prince of hell, finds him and helps him recover from his injuries and start to socially transition.

Being an exorcist, Vaggie had lots of friends. Her fellow comrades and training partners were fun to hang around and joke with. Joining the army definitely helped her learn to socialize with fellow heaven-born. But everyone (in heaven at least) has that one friend that they can go to when they're struggling. In heaven, there's not many struggles though. Most of it would just be venting like about how you had to wait an hour in line at the zoo. However, Vaggie had Lute. They often comforted each other when things went bad. Their dorm rooms were right next to each other and they often had sleepovers when either of them was feeling lonely, couldn't sleep, or just wanted to goof off. They were good friends.

However, Vaggie had something she really needed to get off of her chest. It had been bothering her for a long time and she hated just keeping it all in. Lute was the only one she could trust. So one night after training, Vaggie pulled Lute away from the group preening.

"Vags, is something wrong?" Lute asked when she pulled away into an empty hallway in the dorms. She noticed that Vaggie seemed nervous or anxious.

"Um... yeah, kind of. I just... I really need to tell you something. It's something serious and important to me." Vaggie fidgeted with her fingers. It was a nervous habit that she often did.

"Alright," Lute simply said.

"B-but can you promise you won't be upset? Or mad?" Vaggie asked.

"Man, this must be serious if you want me to promise. But alright, I guess I can,"

After a long pause and a few deep breathes and hyping Vaggie up, She finally was able to tell Lute.

"Lute, I'm... I'm a boy," Vaggie disclosed. Lute waited for a second, hoping it was some kind of joke. Once she realized that she was in fact being serious, her emotions turned to shock and anger.

"No, you're not. God created you as a female," Lute argued, raising her voice a little.

Vaggie felt her heart drop. This wasn't supposed to happen. Lute was supposed to accept her and treat her as if she was a boy and help her transition. Maybe she could try to explain it to her a little more?

"B-but I don't feel female, Lute! I wanna be a boy! I want people to call me Vicky and He. I don't want boobs or these thighs. I want a boy's body!" Vag- no Vicky exclaimed. Lute couldn't even look at him. Her face was filled with disgust. Before Vicky could even say anything else, Lute summoned her sword and stabbed his eye out. Screams filled the dorms and people from the main common room came rushing into the hallway. Vicky fell to the ground, wailing in pain as blood streamed down his face.

"Sinful trannys like you have no place in heaven," Lute bellowed before grabbing his wings from his back and ripping them off. The torturous screams had almost made Lute feel pity, but the thought that her best friend turned out to be a sinful freak, overturned that pity.

Vicky couldn't see much, close to drifting off into unconsciousness due to the overwhelming pain from his mutilation. However, he managed to make out the first man Adam, emerging from the crowd. He shook his head in disappointment before snatching the halo from him and pushed Vicky into a portal leading to hell.

Charlie Morningstar, the prince of Hell was taking his evening walk around pentagram city, singing some musical tunes and overall just in a good mood. He tried to see the best in things. However, his cheerful singing was interrupted when he heard small cries and sobs coming from an alleyway coming up. He ran over there, worried that one of his people was hurt. However, instead of seeing a sinner, there was... an Angel? Covered in blood and...mutilated. But how could that be? The extermination wasn't for another 5 months.

"Hey, are you okay?" He asked, slowly approaching the angel. Vicky looked up and saw the demon approaching him. He just calmed down from a panic attack but it was starting right back up again. He tried to scramble but just backed up against the dumpster, causing pain to shoot up his back.

"Aargh!" He let out a shriek of pain and doubled over.

Charlie didn't know why but he pitied the angel. They just seemed so scared and in pain. He took a deep breath and slowly crouched down to them.

"I'm not going to hurt you. Sure, I'm a little confused on why you're here, but you can explain it to me later, "He pulled out a couple of bandages and began to cover his bloodied eye socket, "I'm Charles by the way, but everyone just calls me Charlie"

"Va-...Victor... or Vicky" The injured angel mumbled.

It confused Charlie that the angel had such a masculine name but such a feminine physique. But he could ask questions about that later.

"Here, use this to cover your back. I'll call my driver to come pick us up and I'll patch you up at my house, okay?" Charlie placed his tux coat over his shoulders to cover the bloody mess on his back.

Victor was confused on why this man was being so nice to him. Wasn't he in hell now? He went against God's ways and he was supposed to be punished. However, he didn't even get much time to think before a limo pulled up and he lifted. That single lift caused everything to throb with so much pain that his body just gave out and pulled him into unconsciousness.

[toriafiction]

Lightning in his Eyes and Thunder in his Wings

Author's Note chapter 4

Introducing

Dick "I need to fry some bastards" Grayson

And

Jason "I'll break you if you touch him" Todd

I'm excited about having gotten this far. I personally feel like this is where things really start in a way. Chapters 1 and 2 are backstory, and chapter 3 is the transition, but chapter 4 is the start of what I think of as current time.

You might notice a change in pacing from here on. There won't be any big time skips, just brife mentions of a few weeks passing between point A and point B here and there, but nothing substantial. While the passage of time will be slower, events will pick up.

Years have passed between the events in Titans Tower in chapter 2 and the beginning of chapter 4, and in that time Dick had created a new normal for himself, something that he believed was sustainable. Now, as promised in the story summary, Jason is back and, by merely existing in his space, has awakened something that is going to flip Dick’s world upside down.

Dick isn't human, and he has gotten to complacent with that fact.

This chapter introduces Jason into the story as an interactive character that we are finally getting to see, and I wanted him to come in with a big entrance that felt genuine to the story. This led me to writing my first ever fight scene. This was both easier and harder than I thought it would be. Dick’s sole fight was easy. I wanted to showcase how he used his abilities in a fight and him just being a badass fighter in general, so I just let him kick ass. No problem.

I had a problem after I brought Jason in. I really wanted to have them fighting together, not just in the sense of fighting back to back but actually playing off each other. Such as where Dick rolls across Jason’s back to defend him. I wanted to have more things like that, but I couldn't come up with anything. I even tried looking up fighting videos, and that was a huge bust. I hope I still got the point and the feelings across.

The next problem I had was even worse.

Talking.

I had no idea how to have them interact or what to have them say to each other. I knew the emotions and what the ultimate outcome of the interaction was supposed to be, but I agonized over this tiny little part for weeks. I even wrote around it until I hit the exact same problem with the next chapter.

I was stuck, and at that point, I stepped away from this work for quite a while, and it sat collecting dust in my docs for some time. When I came back, I still didn't know how to write the scene, but I wanted to keep my focus on this story, so this is the point that I started naming chapters. I also changed the name of the fic at this point. I was using a temporary name of "Lightning Strikes Twice." I knew that it wasn't a title I wanted to keep, and while I sometimes worry that my current title may be too long, I am much happier with it.

I finally got over my writer's block with this section while I was at work one day. I was hit with the idea of Dick’s line about Jason being snake bitten, and it seemed to shake everything loose. During my break, I made a rough outline of the scene and jotted down a few ideas for the next, and finally, I was able to move forward again. Yay!

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