#HON fandom

[ruindunburnit]

Anyway, my inbox is open between now and Wednesday 8th February 6pm (GMT) if you have any particular House of Night headcanons and theories to share!

[honeyspotpie]

Hear me out... Dndads season 1 Homer's Odyssey motif dndads season 2 Dante's Divine Comedy motif. Yeah. That's what it would be if the podcast was peak /j

[citruslullabies]

hi Ms.Flaire, are you okay with writing a Daisuke and Anya fic..? It's not intended as a ship, but I would like just something short and sweet, maybe a little hurt comfort. like .. she tells Daisuke about what happened to her, and he comforts her. Im sorry to ask for such a thing, but as someone who has been in her shoes before. I crave for that feeling of comfort that I was never given.

Of course dear. I understand, I've been in her shoes too.

Trigger warnings: heavier than what I would normally write. Talks about rape and the experience, just overall heavy.

Romantic/platonic?: platonic

Requested by: anonymous

Category: comfort fluff

Ship (romantic or platonic): Anya x Daisuke

Word count: 627

Vultures

Anya hadn't been the same.

She felt disgusting in her own skin and felt like hands were creeping along her at all times, a possessive hold that made her want to throw up. All thanks to one man that ruined her life.

She couldn't bear to be around anyone very closely. They were all men and after what happened with one, she feared all of them. She feared their hands and their mouths and the way they'd approach. She felt as if she was an animal on the side of the road, not yet roadkill, being circled by vultures. Helpless and defenseless to anything that may happen. Unaware if they would swoop down to hurt her more.

The nurse couldn't even look in the mirror anymore, feeling a sense of dread whenever she looked at herself. Knowing that she had been violated and that her tormentor would get away with it since they were in the middle of space, and who would believe her when they got home to earth? It was painful. It was isolating. She felt so alone.

One young man had noticed her behavior, one that used to make her smile and laugh with his silly drawings and silly ramblings. Drawings of his were pinned onto the board in her office that she would find herself staring at, and yet they managed to make her feel so much more alone than before. One day, Daisuke came to talk to her. To see what was wrong.

He walked inside and saw Anya sitting on a stool, holding a printed photograph of an ultrasound in her shaky hands. She felt violated on the inside and the outside. A part of him would forever remain inside of her and it made her want to throw up. She hadn't even noticed Daisuke through her horror.

“Anya..?”

The sweet accented voice penetrated the thick air, and yet she couldn't look up at him. Couldn't respond. She continued to stare at the very thing inside of her that would forever haunt her and remind her of what Jimmy did to her. Daisuke approached nervously and took a peek at the printed photo in her hands, confused as to what it meant. Whenever he asked her, she was silent. But when she finally responded it shattered his heart.

Sobs bubbled up her throat as she choked and squeezed the photo tighter, her hands hurting from the sheer adrenaline of fear and panic rushing through her veins as she sobbed out an answer. The more she cried and told what felt like her only friend on this god forsaken ship, the more angry Daisuke became and yet the more sympathetic. He wanted to help her, but what could he do??

Silently, he took the photo out of her hands and replaced it with his own two hands. With a gentle squeeze and his forehead resting against hers, he spoke up softly.

“It'll be okay, Anya.. I'm here. I'm right here.” Is what he whispered ever so quietly, making Anya’s eyes water more as she desperately squeezed his hands and wailed. She couldn't choke up anything more. She felt silenced until now with the fear of what Jimmy would do to her, and yet she felt heard. But no amount of comfort could ever take away the disgust and pain she felt, it could never take away the feeling of wanting to peel her own skin off and rid herself of anything he touched. She wanted to rip her own womb out.

But for now, she just sobbed while Daisuke listened and rubbed his thumb against her knuckles. It was all he could do for now, knowing that he couldn't do anything to Jimmy.

Anya was safe with him. Away from the vultures.

Thank you for requesting!

[leojurand]

i love being a niccolòfluencer

[kori-senpai]

Day 1 of putting characters in my clothes because I really suck at drawing cool clothing and want to be better at it

[jrwiyuri]

I forget that jrwi isn’t a fandom of like 30 people max.. wdym someone has a problem with poly pirates

[discordiansamba]

I do think the VLD fandom as a whole has a problem with wanting things in the series to stay stagnant. This is why it got so up in arms because characters (checks hand) went through character development. Like they're supposed to do. Which is a good thing. Could that development be clunky at times? Sure. We all know VLD's writing wasn't the best. But a character going through development and reasonably changing as a result of that isn't the character being OOC. They've just grown and changed.

[savage-rhi]

Anything more on Duality? 🙏 Oh, and Everything Zen sounds amazing, I would love to read that

@seradyn OH YEAH I GOT MORE SHIT FOR DUALITY 👀 and I have answered for Everything Zen in this ask! Sadly, I don't have much else to add on that story at this time.

Here's some quick notes on Duality, and a snippet:

Takes place in Spain around 2006/2007 (debating on changing this) about 2-3 years after the Plagas incident.

The main protag is Sawyer Kiddo, a hacktivist who works for VITA (Virtual Investigation Through Activism). Her along with hundreds of other members anonymously use the internet to infiltrate the black market to gather information on bioterrorists, and then send the information to proper authorities.

Some members, such as Kiddo, take it a step further and will pose as prospective buyers and meet with B.O.W dealers in real life in order to lure them into getting captured by law enforcement--provided if the authorities' are willing to risk doing things under the table. She is currently known as Onyx in the black market.

VITA was originally a sister group of TerraSave, but after the Downing Incident and having conflicted views on how to handle bioterrorism, both organizations decided to cut ties from one another especially once VITAs vigilantism began to grow and cause legal trouble because of the grey areas with technology and laws.

Sawyer grew up in the suburbs of Raccoon City along with her cousin Carmen and their families. She wasn't there during the T-Virus outbreak, but holds a grudge against Umbrella and everyone associated with the company.

In the present, Sawyer is being sent to Spain to meet up a B.O.W. seller, and aid in his capture.

Luis Serra is alive....sort of, and he gets caught up in the mess that Sawyer is in while also dealing with his own problems.

I'm currently at 62 pages right now. I don't plan on posting the fic on AO3 until I'm either finished with it fully, or I'm far enough ahead to where I can drop chapters weekly.

I'm not gonna give away too much else cause it's still a WIP and I may change things around later, but hope ya enjoy the sneak peek from chapter 5!

Sawyer groaned as she slowly regained consciousness, her head pounding with a fierce intensity. The world was a blur as she opened her eyes, blinking against the dim light. Her thoughts were sluggish as she struggled to make sense of her surroundings.

The last thing she remembered was the sharp pain at the front of her skull, the ground rushing up to meet her, and then everything went black. As her vision cleared, she found herself in a small, cramped room. She grimaced at the musty air, thick with the smell of rotted wood and metal. Pushing herself up into a sitting position, Sawyer winced at the sharp twinge of pain that shot through her head.

The room was filled with shelves and crates, stacked haphazardly against the walls. She realized it was a storage room, but not just any storage room—it had been converted into a makeshift prison. Through the bars of her confined space, she noticed a heavy metal slab door that served as the only exit and entry point, and how it was shut tight. There were no windows to let in any natural light. The only glow came from a single, flickering bulb hanging from the center of the ceiling.

“Oye, estás despierto!”

Sawyer gasped and immediately turned towards the voice.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you!”

“Who are you?”

“Hang on, one moment! Let me come to you.”

Through another set of bars adjacent to her, she saw someone hidden in the dark. For a moment, she could’ve sworn the person’s eyes glowed, but as he emerged, she realized it was a trick of the light. The man looked like he had seen better days—his long, disheveled hair and untrimmed beard were a testament to that, along with his grimy clothes and scuffed-up jacket.

He sat down in front of the bars that separated his cell from hers, gripping two bars on either side of his face. When their eyes met, he shook his head in disbelief and smiled.

“I was beginning to think you were dead.”

“Funny, I was thinking the same thing about myself,” Sawyer murmured, trying to lighten up the tension as she dryly swallowed. “Do you know how long I was out?”

“A few hours, maybe?”

Before she could ask more, Sawyer's hand reached for her head as another wave of pain coursed through her. She felt dry crusted blood on her forehead and heard the man wince on her behalf.

“You don’t look so good,” He reached a hand through the space between the bars and beckoned her to come close. “Aqui, lemme see.”

“I don’t normally crawl over to men I just met,” Sawyer remarked sarcastically.

He seemed to not understand at first then chuckled. “I can understand the apprehension, being a lady and all, but I mean you no harm.”

“What’s in it for you?”

He sighed, shaking his head with a grin. “You’re quite interrogative, eh?”

“Well,” Sawyer shrugged as she let out a breath. “I got jumped by a bio-organic weapons dealer and a cop. Needless to say, I’m on edge.”

“Point taken,” he nodded. A glimmer of curiosity grew in his eyes at her words, but he changed tactics. “Does the señora have a name?”

She debated with herself, wondering if it was a good idea to tell him that. For all she knew, this could’ve been a game. Nonetheless, she realized she couldn’t risk alienating the only potential ally she had in this grim situation. Taking a deep breath, she decided to trust him—at least for now.

"It’s Sawyer," she said firmly despite the lingering pain.

“Perchance is your first time Tom?” He laughed but quickly stopped at her glare, half expecting she was going to lunge at him for the joke. His hands shot up in surrender. “I’m kidding! I take it you’ve heard that one before, huh?”

“More times than you can count,” Sawyer remarked with a huff.

He rubbed the back of his head, looking guilty. Once he was over being self-conscious, his eyes carefully looked her over, noting her appearance. “For the record, I’ve always liked tomboys. I never had the pleasure of being in the company of one until now.”

“Well, we’re not much fun, just an FYI.”

“I wouldn’t be so hard on yourself,” He chuckled. “I’m having fun talking to you right now, eh?”

“Are you always this perky when you’re imprisoned?” Sawyer raised a brow.

“Eh,” He shrugged. “Depends on the context. In this case, since I’m not alone anymore, I’m ecstatic.”

Sawyer couldn’t decide if she wanted to smile or hit him. He certainly had an air of charisma, but she remained skeptical about his kindness and flirtiness.

“What’s your name?” She asked.

His theatrics simmered down when she asked the question, and Sawyer noted he looked just as conflicted as her about giving an honest answer.

“I’m Luis,” He finally said, hesitating before adding. “Luis Navarro. I never caught your last name?”

“Kiddo.”

“Kiddo?” He repeated as he laughed, taken aback.

“Oh fuck off,” Sawyer murmured as she rolled her eyes.

“Well Kiddo,” Luis smirked as he cleared his throat. “Neither of us will be doing that anytime soon I’m afraid. Can't say it's under the best circumstances, but it’s nice to meet you formally.”

“Likewise,” She decided not to indulge him further in the suggestive comment and took a cautious step closer to the bars that separated them. “How long have you been down here anyway?”

“Since last night, I think,” Luis commented somberly. “It’s hard to tell without having any sunlight.”

Sawyer studied Luis’s face, searching for any signs of deceit, but all she saw was exhaustion and a hint of desperation.

"What happened to you?" she asked, genuinely curious.

He sighed, leaning forward against the bars. "Wrong place, wrong time. I’m sure our mutual friends have me mixed up with somebody else. Whatever the case, they decided I was more useful to them alive and locked up than dead.”

Sawyer nodded, feeling a pang of sympathy. "Join the club," she muttered.

"Tell me about it," Luis replied, rubbing his eyes. "Seems like we're both caught in something bigger than we can handle."

"Yeah," Sawyer said softly, her mind raced. "Do you know who’s behind this?”

Luis shook his he

head. "I've heard bits and pieces. They run some kind of operation out of here. I don't know who’s pulling the strings. Just some voices, sometimes. Orders being given. I know we’re in a warehouse or facility of some sort. You mentioned being jumped by a cop and a bioweapons dealer. Do you think they’re the ones keeping us?”

“It’s a high probability,” Sawyer admitted.

“So how did a señora like yourself get caught up in that mess?” Luis furrowed his brows, studying her cautiously. “You don’t seem like a bioterrorist.”

“It’s because I’m not,” Sawyer corrected, murmuring an apology for sounding aggresive before continuing. “I work for a group called VITA. I’m a hacktivist.”

“A hacktivist?” His voice was intrigued. “What’s that?”

“It’s a long story.”

“Us Spaniards love those.” Luis teased with a grin. His voice trying to coax her into sharing further.

“You’re nosy, you know that?”

“Can’t fault the mind for being curious!” Luis chuckled. “I’m almost certain you believe there are more layers to my tale, no?”

Sawyer raised a brow. “Are you saying you lied to me about not having a clue why you’re down here?”

“I--I never said that!” Luis made a face, nearly stumbling on his words. “Look, we’ve got to find a way out of here. The both of us. We can help each other out.” He gestured to a nearby wall. “I’ve been carving out a hole through this weak spot. Once I’m free, I can find a way to get you out.”

Sawyer studied Luis carefully, seeing earnestness in his eyes despite his rough exterior. She took a deep breath, feeling the weight of their predicament.

“Alright,” she said slowly and nodded. "Let's see what you've been working on."

Luis stood up as did Sawyer, and he revealed a section of the wall that looked slightly different from the rest—less solid, more crumbly. He'd been diligent, chipping away at it piece by piece. She couldn’t get closer cause of the separation between them, but she did feel a faint draft of air coming through.

"Damn good work!" she admitted, glancing up at him. "How long have you been at this?"

"Feels like forever," Luis replied with a grim smile. "But I don’t think I have much further to go.”

“Okay,” Sawyer nodded, her nerves on edge. "We need a plan for once we're out. Do you know anything about the layout of this place?"

Luis paused, thinking as he licked his lips. "From what I’ve seen, we’re in a large warehouse facility with a subterranean base. A few guards were patrolling the main floor when I got dragged here, but the lower levels seemed less secure.”

"Alright," Sawyer said, her resolve hardening. "If we live through this, I need to get to Toledo.”

“What’s in Toledo?” Luis asked, moving closer to the bars to see her.

“It’s where the rest of my friends should be, unless they got captured. They’re part of VITA too, and they were helping me to try and bag that bioweapons dealer.”

“So…you’re like a cop, er, bounty hunter?” Luis curiously inquired.

“Yuck, don’t put me in the same category.” Sawyer teased. “It’s kind of like bounty hunter work, but I don’t get monetary gain from it.”

“You put your life on the line for free?”

“More or less.” Sawyer nodded.

“So,” Luis furrowed his brows. “What do you get out of taking such a huge risk?”

Sawyer felt stumped at his question. The image of Carmen in the hospital bed, screaming as she was being sedated flashed behind her eyes. The few seconds of being trapped in the past were visceral. She blinked a few times, feeling the wound on her head throb once more, and reached up to grab a fistful of her hair in a vain attempt to get it to stop.

Luis noticed her discomfort and reached through the bars again, his face softening with concern. "Are you okay?" he asked gently.

Sawyer nodded, though the pain was making it hard to focus. "Yeah, just… some bad memories."

Luis pulled his hand back and nodded sympathetically. "We all have those."

Sawyer took a deep breath, trying to ignore how her head felt like it was splitting. "I do this work because I believe in it," she said finally, her voice steadier. "I want to stop people like that bioweapons dealer from hurting anyone else."

Luis smiled, genuine warmth in his eyes. "That’s something I can respect."

Sawyer managed a brief smile before she grimaced at her wound. “I can tell you more if we get out of here alive.”

“And I can help you get to Toledo!” Luis said proudly. “Lucky for you, I’m a purebred Spaniard! I know my way around!”

“Purebred, what are you, a dog?” Sawyer snorted.

Luis blushed, realizing he might’ve used the wrong terminology but he blew it off. “Unfortunately, I’ve been called such things and worse.”

“Probably from all the exes whose hearts you broke.”

“Haha, you’re funny…” Luis said sarcastically, grinning as he pointed at her.

“No, really,” Sawyer let out a breath. “What do you get out of this for helping me?”

“Pardon?”

“I’ve been at this for a while; there’s always a catch.”

Luis paused, his expression turning firm as he realized she wanted full transparency. “Alright, there is something I would like in return, but it’s not what you might think.”

Sawyer raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.

“First things first, though,” Luis said, his tone softening. “It would put my mind at ease if I could take a look at your wound. It looks pretty bad, and if we’re going to make it out of here, you need to be in good shape.”

Sawyer hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Alright, but no funny business.”

“Cross my heart,” Luis chuckled, putting his hands up in surrender before performing the sign of the cross. “I promise. Now, come closer to the bars so I can see it better, por favor.”

Sawyer let out a breath and cautiously moved close until only the bars separated them. His touch was surprisingly gentle as Luis brushed some of her hair out of the way. For a moment, the pain seemed to dull. She got a better look at him, noting his blue eyes and the extra color around the pupils that stood out. There was something peculiar about them, but she ignored it as feelings of apprehension and trust came and went.

“It’s a nasty cut. You might need a stitch or two,” Luis said, frowning. “But it doesn’t look infected. We’ll need to clean it properly once we’re out of here.”

“Thanks,” Sawyer said softly. “I appreciate it.”

“No problem,” Luis replied, meeting her eyes as his fingers left her skin. “Now, about that favor—I’ll tell you what it is once we’re safely out of here. For now, let’s focus on escaping this place, huh?”

The room suddenly filled with the loud, echoing sound of a heavy door creaking open. Both Sawyer and Luis froze, their eyes darting towards the source of the noise. The large door at the end of the room swung open, and two burly men stepped inside, their expressions hard and unforgiving.

“Time to go,” one of them growled, his eyes fixed on Sawyer.

Sawyer’s heart raced as they approached. Her instincts screamed at her to resist, but she knew she was in no shape for a confrontation. Despite that, she wasn’t about to go down without a struggle. As the men entered her cell, she backed away from Luis, trying not to get cornered as the bigger of the two lunged forward.

“Oh, I don’t think so, pal!” she shouted, lashing out with her foot. Her kick landed squarely on his shin, causing him to grunt in pain as he stumbled back.

“Enough!” the second man barked, grabbing her arm with a vice-like grip. “No te lo pongas más difícil!”

Sawyer continued to struggle, her free hand clawing at the air in a desperate attempt to fend them off. “Get off me!” she yelled, her voice filled with defiance.

“Kiddo, listen to me!” Luis called out urgently as he pressed himself against the bars. “Remain calm. Fighting won’t help right now!”

Sawyer’s eyes locked onto Luis’s, and she saw determination in his gaze. His words gave her pause, momentarily overriding her instinct to fight.

Taking advantage of Sawyer’s hesitation, the men yanked her away, and dragged her towards the door. She struggled to look back at Luis, who was gripping the bars tightly, his eyes never leaving hers.

“Confia en mi,” he repeated several times, his voice steady. “Sé valiente y mantente a salvo, Kiddo.”

She allowed herself to be pulled towards the door, casting one last glance at Luis as she shook her head and let out a laugh. “No entiendo español!”

Luis, initially shocked, couldn’t help but chuckle before he hollered “If we make it out alive, perhaps I’ll teach you some time!”

The door slammed shut behind her, the sound echoing through the cold, unforgiving space. Sawyer took a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever lay ahead. Luis seemed to hint he would continue to work on his own escape plan, and hopefully, he’d come to her aid. Then again, she knew given the circumstances, there was a high chance he would leave her behind despite their connection. Right now, she couldn’t ponder on the what-ifs regarding him. All she could do was endure and wait for the right moment to strike.

Now alone, Two Legs put away his mask as Luis and stood motionless staring at the door. His hands gripped the bars so tightly that his knuckles turned white. The golden rings around his pupils began to expand, glowing with an eerie luminescence as several emotions raged within him---anger, frustration, and a gnawing sense of helplessness combed through his psyche as he tried to reconcile with them all.

The concept of fate was something the plaga still couldn’t wrap his mind around in full, but deep down he knew it was no mere coincidence that he bumped into the person that was supposed to be his intended prey. He felt intensely territorial, and it bothered him to the point where his body felt nauseous.

"Stay calm," he muttered to himself, his voice a low growl. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath while he combed rapidly through his host's memories. “Give me something to work with, Luis…”

[star4daisy]

come back, children misses u

lmao r u the children babes? I'll be back once I finish all my assignments (as in never cuz I have two exams next week and three projects for this week kill me please)

[nguyenfinity]

Last art of the year!!

I got slammed with school for the last third of the year so i didn't draw as much as I would've liked to, so I have a lot of things I wanna do in 2024!! (like so much. so so much i wanna do so much original work so much fanart so much everything i'm foaming at the mouth jhgdkfgjsdhkhgjsdf)

habby new year everyone \o/

[pixelated-mechanisms-chaos]

In case you think im kidding with the game making

No, no im not

Here is the WIP start-up screen

[honeyspotpie]

Please correct me if I'm wrong I scrolled through the official dndads Twitter like once (I'm not getting on that app even if my life depends on it) but I remember them mentioning that they think it would be SO FUNNY if they did a dating sim... YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW BADLY I NEED THAT TO BE REAL. I'M NOT EVEN ATTRACTED TO ANY OF THE CHARACTERS BUT LIKE. HEAR ME OUT. I'm talking s1 dads specifically... A dating sim in the vain of that other dad dating sim (I forgot what it was called sorry) with the main 4. It's fully voice acted. There's a plethora of different paths and wacky scenarios to go through depending on who and what you choose. Do you see the vision (I mean that's how all dating sims work but shhh). They would treat the player as a party member and force them to go on unrelated, frankly dumb sidequests with them in Faerun. SCREW IT JUST A DNDADS VISUAL NOVEL IN GENERAL. THEY CAN ADD MULTIPLE DLCS FOR SEASONS 2 AND 3. IT WOULD WORK SO WELL BECAUSE THE PODCAST'S OUTLANDISH HUMOR REALLY COULD FIT INTO THE VISUAL NOVEL FORMAT. They should do a Kickstarter or a Patreon stretch goal and hire a few talented artists and game designers. IK THAT'S A LOT OF EFFORT FOR A SIDE PROJECT BUT. Please. I feel as though there's an audience for it. Anyways. Happy Father's day dndadders

[dani-says-stuff]

someone tell me not to start a ouat book.

pls someone stop me, i have other stuff i need to finish before i dive into that

[sondepoch]

Ahhhhh I've been away from Tumblr for a hot minute but I regularly get notifs of your posts. I used to be here for your obey me content and I am SO happy to see you're in the HQ fandom and I've just followed you on Ao3 so I'm VERY excited to read your HQ works 💛

AAAA THANK YOUUU you're the sweetest <3 yeah this may as well be a hq blog now lmao ;; but it's so wonderful to have support and i will soon be posting my haikyuu stuff here!! <3

[iqmmir]

Accidentally thouhght about ak*y*na . Kills myse

[matan4il]

Hello dear, just dropping by to say I love your meta and I'm so sure that we'll have Buddie canon this time also because Andrew is again co-writing the last ep. I'm so excited and I can't wait to see 6x13 and read your opinion. Hope you have an amazing day ❤️

Antonia! :D Hi darling, thank you so, so much for this lovely message! I'm so glad that you enjoy my meta, and I hope everything being linked in my pinned post helps find it if you ever need that! *HUGS*

Oh, I never wanna be 100% on anything 'coz I'll admit that I'm scared of high expectations. XD I find that I enjoy shows the most when my expectations are low, and then the show can surprise me for the better. ;) And 911 CONSTANTLY does it, so yeah, I have a good feeling about our show, too! I mentioned in my 612 meta that the theme of the couch started all the way back in 513. And guess who wrote that? Andrew. Then the following eps he wrote include 601 and 612, which both re-visit the couch metaphor! So yeah, I have a good feeling about that as well. ;D

Awwww, thank you again for the incredibly kind words! NGL, I'm really excited to be writing the meta for 613! And I hope you do enjoy it once it's posted. Thank you, and have an amazing day, too. Just like you are! As always, here's my ask tag. xoxox