#I can be an evil bisexual too I promise

[blowflyfag]

SO MUCH WORSE

Actually glad I didn’t watch wrestling as a kid because I would’ve been so much worse if I saw Victoria at 5

[steviewashere]

For the kiss prompt....Steddie and 40 please because I saw it and had a burning need for it!

❤️❤️

Okay, this one is far less angsty (I'm hoping) than yesterday's, lol. But I appreciate this prompt a lot. <3

Number 40: "Because the world is ending."

Tags: Season 4, Canon Divergence, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, First Kiss, Slight Love Confession, Steve Harrington has a Bisexual Awakening, Steve Harrington Loves Eddie Munson, Eddie Lives, Last Minute Promises, Protective Steve Harrington

💕—————💕 There was a weight in the way Eddie’s vest laid on Steve’s back. Something that nailed him to the floor, kept him under the clouds but above ground, that anchored him to existence. It provided a sense of security that Steve hadn’t felt in…three or more years.

But there was something about Eddie’s gaze, too, that provided that same amount of comfort. Just one glimpse, one stupid little sentence about lost loves, one panicked nervous fit of laughter—it was enough to make something inside Steve squirm. The same thing he kept away in his own Pandora’s box, deep inside the crevice of his chest behind sinew. It’s where Tommy existed at one point, maybe a few other boys from elementary school. He knew what it was, the pull in Eddie’s gaze. Or, really, the magnetism that Eddie’s eyes held.

It made Steve want to stare back. Made him want to stop the world’s rotation. Made him want to find a way to reverse time, prevent all the evils of his life, find Eddie sooner. He wanted Eddie the same way mosquitos yearn for amber light. Icarus to the sun. Something strong, invasive, all consuming.

Love, he realized. He wanted love from Eddie.

Which makes it all worse when they’re going over game plans. Eddie going with Dustin. Dustin going with Eddie. Nancy and Robin going with him to the Creel house. Max and Lucas and Erica being all too far. There was that pull. A protective surge. Flames in his veins.

It was all so stupid. So careless. Everything they chose to do. The way Eddie knew about some gun store. How his body read nonchalance, but the way his hands shook when pointing out what kind of weapons they could find there. Steve wanted to reach down and wrap his own hands around Eddie’s, squeeze them still, bring his knuckles to between his eyebrows. Do something silly. Like kiss them or kiss Eddie or carve a spot behind his ribs and force Eddie inside of there.

That magnetic pull is back full force once they’re right side up in the Upside Down. Dustin’s a whole four inches shorter than Eddie. Covered in scrap and a hood. And he looks childish, dorky, how he should have been the last several years. Yet there’s a matured gleam to his eyes that haunts Steve, even as he stares it down. And when he glances to Eddie, looking reasonably the same—immature and dorky—green vest that isn’t zipped up, DIY’d leather jacket, ammo belt, and a pair of ill-fitting shiny boots. Steve can only wonder what it would be like to see Eddie not here, not in these circumstances, in his usual appearance. How more…beautiful he’d be if he weren’t so damned afraid.

If Eddie weren’t staring at Steve with something like goodbye. He forces himself to turn away, to stop looking, to stop wanting when there’s no sure presence of tomorrow. It’s like he’s being gifted a litter of kittens, being told not to get attached. Except, he’s already come up with names and collar colors and places where he could put beds. He’s got an idea of where Eddie would be soft if Steve could touch his skin. What nicknames would make him flush and what petnames would make him melt. Steve doesn’t want to be attached, but at the same time, he doesn’t think he ever had the choice.

“Hey, Steve?” Eddie calls to him.

A crunching step forward. Steve forces himself frozen to his spot. His back tenses, shoulders hiking, the axe on his back brushes his hair. It’s cold, the metal is solid and real and sharp. His hands are shaking and his eyes are burning and there’s an iron grip around his lungs. Stomach turning and lurching and falling straight to his feet. He doesn’t turn, not yet. Not with the stern and sudden confidence to Eddie’s voice. Don’t get attached, he’s not yours to keep, a voice echoes deep inside him. I want him. I want him, though, that’s not fair, and that’s the petulant part of him. Something he thought he lost when he knocked on Jonathan Byers’s door.

He expects Eddie to continue, but he doesn’t. The rush of blood is loud in Steve’s ears. There’s no other voices. No other sounds. He’d think that the demo-creatures would’ve sounded off by now, but there’s nothing. The weight of everything, he realizes, is behind him.

Over his shoulder, Eddie’s eyes are fierce. No longer pulling on Steve’s arm, rather squeezing him tight by the shoulders, hauling him into his orbit, pressing their bodies and souls tight. Steve is startled and stirring and flippant. He shouldn’t leave. Doesn’t want to. Not when Eddie is…Eddie is what he wants.

And while his eyes are fierce, they are checking out. Somewhere else. And yet, they’re here. For Steve to fall into. And for him to cradle the sure absence Eddie is preparing to make.

“Make him pay,” Eddie’s voice demands. It’s neutral, neither loud and overbearing nor soft and assuring. His voice is a grenade, ring pulled but hammer still intact. Steve wants to pick it up and place it inside his chest. Wants to obliterate at the impact and sound.

He swallows. Wavers. Nods. And turns away.

But he doesn’t take a first step. He just stands, caught between worlds and passions and full body aches. A shiver crawling up his spine and into the back of his mouth. He swears he tastes it, decay. Something leaving and rotting, just as Eddie’s footsteps begin to retreat. To dissipate. Steve doesn’t want to forget the sound.

Without much on his mind, without any preamble or warning, Steve whirls back around. Stomps inside Eddie’s dusty footprints. Their shoes aligning to one another, the same size. His eyes burn lasers into Eddie’s back, but neither of them stop moving. It’s not until Steve is nearly at the front door to the Munson’s trailer that he’s able to grasp to something. His left hand wraps around Eddie’s right forearm. Gripping with the force of hippopotamus jaws. And he tugs Eddie to him. To face him.

Eddie’s eyes look to him in trepidation. There’s something else, like he’s realizing he’s been caught. An apology forming on the tip of his tongue. Before he can part his lips to say anything, Steve takes his right hand and forces his fingernails to indent into Eddie’s cheeks, squishing his lips to be slightly puckered, and drags him towards his face.

Their noses meet first. Soft and tantalizing. Breathing the same air. Steve, for a moment, can smell Eddie’s breath. And he doesn’t care, that neither of them have brushed their teeth in several days. That they’re tasting each other’s rot and stale words. He doesn’t care.

Slowly, he leans the rest of the way in. Pressing his lips to Eddie’s softly. Just soaking in their warmth. How dry and chapped and splitting they are. Pushes in more firmly, fluttering his eyes shut at the sensation. Breathing in gulps through his nose. Messy and wet on Eddie’s lips, but all the same a: ‘The world is ending, so nothing matters, but you matter and my world will end otherwise.’

And when he pulls his head back, he notices that Eddie wasn’t responsive at all. He wasn’t, but Steve doesn’t feel rejected, for once. Or negated. Or pulled taut and snapped in half. His chest glows with a low-level warmth, radiating between them like a candle’s near-dying flame. He digs his fingernails out of Eddie’s skin and cups his cheeks instead. Like protecting that little bit of light melting away at them. He opens his eyes, met with bewilderment and silence and fear and curiosity and…yearning. But also, there’s something shining back on Eddie’s face like a dream has just come true.

Steve takes a sharp, quick inhale. Whispers, “Don’t be a hero.” He’s already said it, he knows that. But…Eddie was never going to listen and he should’ve known that from the get-go. “Don’t be stupid,” he continues, “and you come back here. Come back to me.”

“Wha—“

“Come back to me,” Steve urges. “I want to know you. And I want to have you. I want to…I want to need you all the time, you understand me? Come back to me, all in one piece, away from danger. Or else I will kill you myself.” He nods once. Swipes his thumb over Eddie’s still jutting bottom lip. “Promise,” he demands lowly, “promise I can see you again.”

Eddie’s gulp is loud between them. His breath puffing hot and cold over Steve’s fingers. But his voice has lost all ferocity. Going soft and controlled and loving. “I promise, Stevie,” he murmurs, “I promise I’ll find you back here.”

Steve nods one more time. Short and affirmative and final. He draws his hands away. Zips up Eddie's vest. And brings them back to being limp at his sides. The very foundation of his being shakes. “Good. And I like that. I like that name, Eds. Call me that again, promise.”

“Promise,” Eddie echoes.

“Not a goodbye,” Steve feels the need to say.

“Just a see you later,” Eddie states. And there’s an honest tone to him that settles all the frayed nerve endings inside of Steve. Before he gets the chance to turn back, Eddie gently cradles his face in turn. He presses a chaste kiss to the corner of Steve’s mouth. “Just for luck,” he murmurs, “be safe.”

There’s a weight in those words, too. Steve tethers to them.

And they ring out at the final blow to Vecna, as the flames engulf on all sides of the house. When they return to one another and all that’s wrong is a splash of ugly dark blood on Eddie’s cheek.

They’re safe. The world will always end, but they’re safe.

💕—————💕 Kiss Ask Game <3

[sarahreesbrennan]

Hi Sarah, I'm so excited to see your upcoming release. (Villainess deserve representation too!) I was rereading Love From Both Sides for the dozenth time - as one does - and I was wondering if you had any plans for a spin off with Adara and Natalie? Their story has so many uncharted possibilities, I'm dying to know more. And relatedly, we're gasping out here for more sapphic media that goes as hard as your work does 🥺

I'm sorry if this has been asked and answered before, I couldn't find anything in your archives. Thanks again for writing In Other Lands, a precious and rare delight. I hope you're having the bestest day with at least one friendly nuzzle from a puppy

Hey my love, Never be sorry for asking anything! This world is bettered by the questioners, and it’s a great compliment to me that you care.

As regards Adara and Natalie specifically, I couldn’t tell you. I’d love to write more in the In Other Lands world (about which more later) - but whether I could do a short story or a series of books would obviously change my answer. It’s not entirely up to me, but I definitely do have plans for Adara. She’s a foil for Elliot, and the kind of character I really like - one who I see treated shallowly in other media, when few people really are shallow. If there’s too much skimming the surface, I long to explore the depths. And with the depths come adventures. Thank you for your care!

I also thank you for being excited for Long Live Evil. Villains and villainesses do definitely deserve representation, and have long been beloved by me because they’re often complicated, witty because they see the world differently, and queer-coded. I was also thinking when writing it about the different ways audiences can come to a story, and using the same evidence how different people presume characters are (for example) straight or bisexual. And often the ending will be very uniformly heterosexual. But if you go into the story, and change its direction… Are the things you presumed true? Are the things characters presumed about themselves true? Would certain subtexts surface, and certain texts submerge? How do we influence art by engaging with it? Anyway, I am categorically not making any promises because that’s got me in trouble before. But it’s an ensemble story (I was inspired by the group dynamics and relationships, all given weight, of Leigh Bardugo’s Six of Crows) and these are some of my preoccupations when writing it. I hope you shall find much to enjoy.

In the meantime, if you seek sapphic media that goes hard, and Sappho knows we all do… The Jasmine Throne and the Oleander Sword by Tasha Suri - this series is a huge favourite of mine - and not just mine, it won the World Fantasy award. Its central f/f pairing features one party holding the other at knifepoint for fine reasons and they have a brilliant dynamic based on understandably conflicting ideologies and complicated family situations! I love it.

Thank you for a delight of a letter and your kind words. I write this being yelled at by a cat for skritches, which is pleasant as puppies. I wish you a beauteous day with animal companions of choice, with apologies I couldn’t answer more definitively!

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

I've been binge reading all your and @therealvinelle 's twilight fics (at least the ones that are completed) and I am o b s e s s e d

They're all insane in a great way and I've pretty much fallen in love with your interpretations of the characters. Scarily, they do not feel OOC at all even though Smeyer would never have written them the way you did. Aro especially is a delight. I always felt sad that their friendship was pretty much dead by the end of BD. Edward keeps making him out to be this evil, power hungry megalomaniac and then you actually meet him. And he is just. He's Aro. I never saw him as the series' big bad, so it's always so weird that that's exactly what Smeyer intended for him to be. And then I came across all of your metas, THEY ALL MADE SENSE AND MY EYES ARE OPENED. But I digress.

I think my favourite fics from you has to be Blue Moon, or Painting Red Madonnas + The Less Than Immaculate Conception

Last Christmas, Bleach on the Brain and Leech in the Rain killed me in the best ways too. I always love stories surrounding Renesmee/Carlie and dealing with her very disturbing bond with Jacob.

I've also read Nebuchadnezzar's Dream from Vinelle and I was laughing through most of the fic and then my heart literally dropped. I look forward to a sequel! The AU spinoff looks promising too!

I am also on the Aro/Carlisle bandwagon as of reading your fics. Congratulations, you've recruited another shipper.

Also I'm curious if you intentionally wrote Carlisle as a sex-positive asexual? He just gives me 'vibes', like he doesn't seem to be sexually attracted to Aro but enjoys sex with him all the same. I really like it as someone on the aspec.

Thank you! Look, @therealvinelle, praise and bandwagon joiners!

Intentionally, afraid not. Officially, at least what we usually intend, Carlisle is supposed to be bisexual if not all that interested in sex/it's not his largest priority in the world and he'll be happily celibate for almost a century and happy to continue but ah...

He always ends up very very very gay. So gay.

"I enjoy musical theater" - Carlisle Cullen, in a fic, actually.

As for the Aro thing, well, he lost the "I am not attracted to this man" battle when in Nebuchadnezzar's Dream he spends several paragraphs explaining how God made Aro's face because it is HOT.

Though arguments of course can be made.

[rooksmuses]

a dragon is power incarnate. task one.

basic information:

character name: smokescale.

nickname (s): smoke, smokey, franks red hot, worm on a string, noodleneck.

face claim: caraxes / john david washington.

mutation status: gen ii.

birthday: november third. 

sexuality: bisexual, i guess?!

moral alignment: neutral evil.

occupation: security escort, former ‘’courier’’ between settlements.

work sector: sector 1.

affiliation: n/a, formerly associated with a wasteland ravager colony.

3 positive traits: charismatic, quick, pragmatic.

3 negative traits: destructive, self-serving, cruel. 

biography (optional): tba. i promise. sobs.

questionnaire:

how do they feel about living in sol city? have they always lived there or did they travel from another settlement?

accustom to a certain degree of freedom after a nomadic, wasteland dwelling existence, living in sol city comes with a suffocating amount of rules. they don’t hate it. the benefits can sometimes outweigh the strain of taking human form, of living in dark and cramped crevices beneath the streets, but they wish that an outer colony was viable in a way more long lasting than an expedition camp. the wastelands are home. 

do they trust the council's leadership? why or why not?

the meteor rendered the world lawless. in smoke’s eyes, this is the way the it should be. attempting to restore an old form of order to a reality so fundamentally different from the original earth settlements flies in the face of what nature wanted when it wreaked destruction upon the surface. no. they don’t trust any figure of authority. they answer only to themselves. 

if they chose their sector and profession, why did they make that choice? if they didn't, why not? were they happy with their assignment or not?

they are a massive, volatile creature with a long history of roughing it in the wilds and exterminating wayward beasts. suppressing mutant abominations so survey crews, scrappers and hunters can push further away from the safety of sol city was a natural progression of this skillset. 

what's one object that they always keep on their person?

they keep the gold-plated claw of their first mutie conquest, strung on a cutting of dirty hemp cord. back when they were actively hunting for mutant quarry as a ravager, it was tradition to keep a piece of your first kill. they no longer pick off stray wanderers but they keep it as a memento. while in dragon form this is kept around their neck, in human form the cord is too long to be a necklace and is instead wrapped around the arm and weaved through the fingers. 

what is your character's ability (or abilities)?

dragon physiology. they take the form of a massive, serpentine wyvern. this is considered by smoke to be their true form, whereas their human form is the ‘’mutation.’’

are they gen i or gen ii?

gen ii. 

what can your character do? what are their strengths?

while in wyvern form, smoke has all the strengths that make sense for his size and anatomy. flight via wings, natural weaponry via claws, teeth and tail, flame breath via an infernal organ. they are agile in the air, and can outmanoeuvre grounded opponents.

what can't they do? what are their weaknesses?

size is a problem, they cannot alter that. they are less mobile while not in flight. though thickly scaled, any decently strong projectile could pierce their hide. subdued, they will regress into human form which is equivalent to a human and is vulnerable to all associated weaknesses. 

is there anything else you'd like to specify about them?

they have no companionship or loyalty to other mutants, really. they seek challenges. they will lie, cheat and kill for personal gain. they value strength and despise weakness. if you can best them they will respect you.   also they live in the underground because there aren’t any dragon-sized apartments.

[vashhanamichi]

And what are you up to with that wonderful work titled Venus as a Boy? AND The Partisan - I am super intrigued about that one.

Hello darling thank you for answering the meme btw, I need to head to your blog and demand my snippets soon... So Venus as a Boy is Voldemort and Bellatrix in a Voldemort Wins scenario playing with one bisexual fawn Harry Potter who is flustered and angry and horny about his new evil Daddy and Mommy. It's not incest but they wish it were. Here it is:

“Does he love you?” She asks. Dawn colours the room in gentle mauve, lilac, silver. The french windows are open and the curtains billow in the breeze. Beyond, her sister’s gardens, and further away the boy’s own alcove, the enchanted and delicate prison in which he spends his sainthood, a melancholic bird, for he too was meant for greater planes. That her Lord’s arrow has crippled Harry Potter beyond repair, that this languid doe won’t ever run free again, fills her with breathless pleasure.

Voldemort’s triumph is careless, elegant. As if his expanding empire, the death of Dumbledore, and the capture of the Chosen One are expected notes in a familiar piece, hit, one by one, by a competent pianist.

“He loves me,” and his voice is tender. Between them she’s the greatest sadist. She’s wet again. “...and he thinks he can change me.” Voldemort adds. Bellatrix laughs, giddy with the thought, and feels, such is the strange coil of her nature, a sudden affection for Harry, for faring so well at a victim’s trade.

“Oh, he’s perfect.” She says. “Poor thing. I almost feel sorry.”

“Almost.” Voldemort agrees.

As for The Partisan...well. Omega Harry, Alpha Ron and Beta Hermione are Horcrux hunting. Say Ron never left. Say he stayed and matured, carrying the locket around his neck. Say he changed...

My saviour, Harry thought, my balm. Even delirious as he was then he knew himself to be of a baser realm than his two best friends. Inside, the growing hollowness, and if Voldemort wouldn’t fill it then Ron must, Ron whose scent had matured, changed in the eleven months they had wasted hunting for the Horcruxes, a reek of old wine and clear water on stone. For all his arousal and the whorish creature it turned him into, Harry couldn’t detach himself wholly from shame, from guilt; half-naked, legs spread around Ron’s waist and hips swaying, a constant friction against that which could tame, fulfill and damn him, he still repeated:

“Please. Ah, please, please, don’t look. I’m sorry, I’m sorry...”

“I won’t look,” Ron promised, in the steady, adult voice he had grown into the last few weeks, “I won’t look.” Harry felt those words against his hair, against his ear. Ron’s arms were stronger than his had ever been and held him so firmly that soon his struggle ceased. Under him, he noticed, the Alpha was hard. “I’ll take care of you,” Ron continued, carressing his hair, and in the dark he sounded like someone else. In its peak the fever lulled Harry in and out of that room, between Ron and Voldemort’s voyeristic presence. “Be good for me now.” The Alpha commanded.

“Thank you.” Harry moaned. “Thank you. Oh, Tom. I’ll be good, I promise.”

[raidergamerspice]

Here's yet another Spy x Family ramble post since those seem to do well here lmao

It's about Yor this time!

Originally I just wanted to talk about one headcanon I had for her, but then I figured, why not talk about a few while I'm here? Considering how much I talked about Twilight in the last two posts alone, Yor deserves some rambles from me.

Anyway, first headcanon: she's autistic. Like, I got some vibes when I first watched the anime, and saw how she took her coworkers' joke to blow snot (I watch it dubbed, don't judge me) in someone's coffee seriously, then being told she's "unique". Then she constantly worries about appearing normal in front of people, and not just because she's a single woman at 27 (which happened to be the age I was when I first got into Spy x Family). She even has "unconventional" hyperfixations (on knives or other sharp weapons), and clearly has major social anxiety. Basically, Yor screams autistic/neurodivergent vibes. Honestly, the whole Forger family does, but Yor is especially blatant for me as I'm also autistic. So, yeah. Yor is autistic because I said so 😂

Another headcanon I'm projecting onto her is that she's part Filipino (I know the series takes place in a semi fictional world where even though it's inspired by our world, it's not exact). This came from a fanfic I found where Yor takes care of a sick Loid and, thinking he's sleeping, opens up a bit about her mother being from the Philippines. Even the author was projecting this because they too are Filipino, and guess what? So am I! Well, only by a quarter, but that still matters! I also know I'm not the only fan that headcanons Yor (and Yuri) to be Spy x Family's equivalent of Asian, so my interpretation (as well as the author of that fic) is just one of many 🥰

Here's that fanfic if anyone's interested: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46420426

Next, here's a headcanon that I'm NOT projecting onto her: she has a rose tattoo on her abdomen. This idea came about after listening to Victoria Beckham's song "Not Such an Innocent Girl", specifically the lyric about having a secret rose tattoo. I was struck by the thought that Yor would totally rock a rose tattoo (especially if it had thorns, 'cause Thorn Princess), and that it would definitely be kept a secret for several reasons. It clearly can't be on any of her limbs, so it would have to be somewhere on her torso. I looked up several examples for ideas, and this one is my favorite:

(Can you just imagine, when Twiyor gets intimate for the first time, Loid kisses the tattoo? 'Cause I can 🥵)

Also, I realize that this particular headcanon is the least plausible of what I talked about here so far, but I don't care. I'm letting the Yor in my head rock this tattoo 'cause she would look great with it! 😤🌹

Now this one, I'm not sure if it's merely a headcanon or borderline canon without being explicitly stated, but I have seen this topic come up every now and again. Without getting too deep into it for now, I'll just say: Yor is a virgin, but she still knows what sex is 😳

ahem, moving on.

This is the last headcanon I'll share for now, and it's something I briefly mentioned before: Yor is bisexual. Like, I'm a major Twiyor, obviously, but I'm not blind to how she and Melinda interact with each other (also, Melinda is straight up a lesbian, but I digress). I have a love-hate relationship with this phrase because reasons, but I still think it's valid to say that Yor has two hands. She deserves a husband and a girlfriend 😏 (let's just hope that Melinda doesn't turn out to be evil 💀)

Well, that's all for now! I know I said in my last Spy x Family post that my next one might be about Twiyor having twins, but I promise that will come soon! What do you think about these headcanons? Agree or disagree? Valid thoughts or delusional rambles?

[cloudycera]

I hate Tom Taylor.

I know people let his shitty writing slide cause he “Gave us bisexual Jon Kent” but I don’t give a fuck, I hate that man with a passion, he cannot write to save his god damn life. His idea of a twist is hero actually evil and they kill people spooky spooky. His character writing is ass, his storylines suck, he ruined night wing and Barbara, he destroyed Jon Kent before he even got a chance, injustice is plain ass (don’t lie to me you know it is) and let’s not talk about the good for nothing knights elseworld comic everyone forgot about.

I legitimately have no idea why Dc still hires him, with every comic he pushes more and more complaints come out. Everything he makes is boring, plain, lifeless slop. I cannot imagine waking up everyday to write hot garbage and feeling completely satisfied with my life, thinking I’m the most original bitch on the planet cause I wrote Superman saying “Global warming is bad”.

And I was there when young justice had a tiktok era okay, I’ve seen cringe but at least there was still substance and Characters made sense but Jesus Christ. He’d start something but only touch the surface because that’s all he can do, his writing is the equivalent of white liberals echoing everything they see, oh yeah superman thinks immigrants are people too let’s never get back to that. Lex Luthor is just racist in Jon’s comics, like I know he’s an irredeemable asshole blah blah blah but legit he’s not even mad that Jon is fucking with his plans, he’s just pissed that he’s half human. And he says that a lot.

And Taylor is not the only one to blame for this cause everyone forgets this but Dc comics has editors, it’s their job to make sure things don’t suck ass and they’ve been on crack for 4 years apparently. It’s like they take the script and hand it over to the artist without reading it.

Be scared if That man writes for your favourite character because i promise you he’ll write some shit like police brutality is bad but not all cops are all that bad and some criminals deserve it because he’s a centralist asshole.

[talestold-a]

( targaryen b / tom glynn carney / cis man and he/him ) hear ye hear ye — king matthos baratheon welcomes prince aerys targaryen of exile ! his great majesty is glad that the twenty eight year old appears to be adaptable while overlooking that it’s said they are also vindictive, as long as they are glad to celebrate peace in the seven kingdoms. fortunately for them, matthos remains oblivious that they aren’t happy with his reign and that their true allegiance lies with house targaryen.

i. background.

full name: aerys targaryen.

commonly goes by: aer, lord drako.

official title: prince of westeros, lord drako of lys.

age: twenty eight.

gender + pronouns: cis man + he/him.

orientation: bisexual.

allegiance: house targaryen / himself.

spoken languages: common tongue, high valyrian & low valyrian.

religion: the faith of the seven.

ii. appearance.

faceclaim: tom glynn carney.

eye color: a dark purple, almost indigo.

hair color: a natural golden silver, presently staining with berries to achieve a dark, muddy brown color.

dominant hand: left.

height: 5'10"

build: athletic.

iii. personality.

virtues: adaptable, educated, humorous, resourceful, opportunistic.

vices: vindictive, gloomy, scheming, aloof, selfish.

weapon of choice: a nice blade or heavy object, not too picky.

moral alignment: neutral evil.

inspired by: viserys targaryen ( got ), aegon targaryen ( hotd ), & anakin skywalker / luke skywalker ( star wars ).

common tropes: currently embodying ambition is evil, tragic elements of riches to rags, teetering the line of not being like father, like son and surprisingly, even evil has loved ones.

iv. relationships.

parents: king jaehaerys iii targaryen and queen casella targaryen nee bar emmon ( both deceased ).

siblings: visera targaryen & rhaella targaryen.

relationship status: currently involved with elora mooton.

children: none.

pets: a golden eyed, shimmering silver scaled with golden accents dragon - he's named balerion and is currently the size of a small house cat.

other relations: house bar emmon ( cousins ), more to come !

previous relations: none, let's plot to change that !

v. biography.

only two years old when the targaryens were shipped off to essos, aerys remembers nothing of westeros. when they first departed he could remember slight details - silver hair, those purple eyes - but in present time, all he has is what he's been told by others. he became obsessed with it in his youth for a time, wanting to learn every bit of information about the entirety of house targaryen before their demise. the history of ancient valyria became a fascination and though information never came easily, he didn't let them stop him for seeking out whatever possible. not only did he feel like he needed to know about his family, but he promised himself and his siblings they would not repeat the same mistakes that got them sent away in the first place. when they would return, he would be ready.

this is not the life they were supposed to have. the siblings should have known the red keep like the back of their hands as they grew up, surrounded by family alike in a home that kept them safe. instead, aerys looks at their time in essos as a necessary evil, something he despised but did not count out the opportunity it gave them to rebuild whatever was left. though never without an attitude, he found comfort in being able to trust his siblings and bond with them. if not for them, he knows he would have never made it out of essos and back to the home they should never have had to leave.

all he can think about now is how to make matthos baratheon and every single person who had a hand in the targaryen demise pay. he has found an obsession with history and aims to learn as much as he can with their time in riverrun, aiming to become the version of himself that can help his siblings take down any house that dares to threaten their survival. when their eggs hatched, something he believed never to happen, it lit a spark within aerys - a hope that they can return to their former glory. he doesn't care much for the glory, though, he just wants his revenge.

vi. wanted plots.

alliances - though not someone to work well with others beside his siblings, and he would absolutely turn on them in a heartbeat if it meant progress for house targaryen, aerys knows how important supporters are in their effort to gain back the throne. aerys is typically a good judge of character - or rather, is good at spotting those who seem like strong supporters versus weak cowards. perhaps he's just really judgy and has to see something beneficial.

betrothal - aerys has the intention of doing his part to help restore the targaryen name in westeros and one way to do that is by having little dragons !! he doesn't want to marry but wouldn't allow his offspring to be bastards, so he eventually will and would ultimately be picky so they would probably start off in a good place ! their relationship could go a million different ways but ( tw: cheating ) i can't promise he'll be loyal !

would eventually like to have aerys blackmail someone, have someone he's manipulating who doesn't realize, flings, someone he's learning more history from, i'm down for p much anything !

[ash-and-books]

Rating: 3/5

Book Blurb:

From Gillian Flynn Books, a lyrical YA horror by debut author Wen-yi Lee that’s perfect for fans of She Is a Haunting, Stephen King’s IT, and The Haunting of Hill House.

Art student Isadora Chang swore never to return to Slater. Growing up, Isa never felt at ease in the repressive former mining town, even before she realized she was bisexual—but after the deaths of two of her childhood friends, Slater went from feeling claustrophobic to suffocating. Isa took off before the town could swallow her, too, even though it meant leaving behind everything she knew, including her last surviving friend Mason.

When Isa’s abusive father kicks the bucket, she agrees to come back just long enough to collect the inheritance. But then Mason, son of the local medium, turns up at the cemetery with a revelation and a plea: their friends were murdered by a supernatural entity, and he needs Isa to help stop the evil—before it takes anyone else.

When Isa begins to hear strange songs on the wind, and eerie artwork fills her sketchbook that she can’t recall drawing, she’s forced to stop running and confront her past. Because something is waiting in the shadows of Slater’s valleys, something that feeds on the pain and heartbreak of its children. Whatever it is, it knows Isa’s back… and it won’t let her escape twice.

Review:

When a bisexual art student returns home to her small mining town she doesn't expect to find two of her three childhood friends dead and the other one is positive that she is the key to helping him find out who the supernatural entity is that murdered them. Isadora Chang left her small town of Slater and promised to never return, yet when she begins having haunting nightmares that impact her art and causes her to fail her recent show, she has to come home and redo the portfolio..... but that also means facing the friends she left behind. Isa comes home only to discover that two of her childhood friends had died and the surviving friend Mason is positive they were murdered. Mason knows theres a supernatural entity causing it and is determined to get Isa's help because she somehow has a connection to the supernatural.... but can they figure out what's wrong before it comes back for them next? This was a story about grief, healing, and friendship. It focused a lot on the complicated relationships between friends. It's a bittersweet read and I was hoping for more horror/tension in this book. It got confusing at certain parts and the actual plot line felt a bit wonky, but overall I liked the atmosphere/town vibes and kind of wish there was more explored between the dynamics of Isa and Mason. It's not a bad book and it's one I would recommend for spooky season. I also love that both the main characters were bisexual reps.

Release Date: August 13,2024

Publication/Blog: Ash and Books (ash-and-books.tumblr.com)

*Thanks Netgalley and Zando | Gillian Flynn Books for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

[hughiecampbelle]

Eek! I’ve never heard of this whole ship request thing before, but it sounds super cool and super fun :) could I have one with anyone in the boys except for, like, the evil ones? Like deep, Homelander, firecracker, etc etc? Hate them sm

I’m a trans guy and I’m bisexual :) I’m actually from the Deep South, but I have heritage in Canada and Mexico. I’m also autistic so I have some sensory problems with noises and textures, and I get really panicked about needles. I am, however, unreasonably obsessed with things. Like many shows and music. (Coincidentally at the time of writing this I physically cannot stop listening to Billy Joel- he’s currently my lifeline during sensory overloads and panic attacks) I’ve also learned enough French to vaguely understand things, hold the first few seconds of a conversation, and roughly translate a lot of texts. It’s not very impressive. I know some ASL, and I use it when I go nonverbal (due to my autism). I have this funny habit of randomly changing my voice and my accent- like if I get excited or stressed out I’ll start being German, French, British, Australian, Russian, Scottish, New York, Canadian, or anything in between. Music is kind of just- my life. It’s my everything.

sorry if this ends up similar to other ship asks you get- but it’s really cool, so thanks for considering it :)

Hi my love! I ship you with: Hughie!!! He loves when you find new interests. There's always something new that's catching your attention, something new that's comforting and cool. He adores that there's so much in the world that you can fall in love with. It helps that you've become infatuated with Billy Joel. You two could listen for hours. It brings a smile to both your faces. Hughie hums along, afraid to sing and mess it all up, but you love the sound of his voice. You're constantly making niche playlists for one another, sharing them when you can't sleep. Hughie wants you to know that he took the time to listen, giving you individual feedback about each song. You love how awkward he is. He's tall and gangly and hasn't yet learned how to exist as he is. You think it's cute that he's a little clumsy, coming to his rescue with band-aids or ice, that he fumbles over his words and is constantly trying to re-explain himself. There's something charming about it, something sweet that instantly gets your attention. Your relationship is easy-going. Despite all the drama with Vought and Homelander and Compound V, you and Hughie have a really stable, easy relationship. There are no mind games, there's no questioning or defensiveness. When you're having issues, you talk it out. He'd never want to hurt you and you'd never want to hurt him. He's been through a lot lately with his dad and that awful Tek Knight party. You make it known you're there for him when he's ready to talk. You're not overly affectionate, but you do hold hands a lot. Especially after something's happened, something bad or scary, you squeeze one anothers hands, making sure the other person knows you're there. Your first date is takeout and a movie. You were supposed to go to the movies, but after the day you've had, after what you've seen and been through, you both come to the mutual conclusion that it would be better just to stay in. You barely even watch the movie, instead you spend the night talking and laughing, unpacking what's happened recently. It's so ridiculous you can't help but laugh at it. Hughie promises, for your next date, if there is a next date, that he'll take you out. You don't mind what happens as long as there is a second date, and third, and fourth. Relationship Headcanon: Hughie learns sign language for you. Or at least, he's trying to. His hands are clumsy and he often gets the signs wrong, but he's doing his best. He's better at understanding it than actually doing it. He wants to be able to better communicate with you when you become non-verbal. He wants to be able to help you, too. He never wants to speak for you, but with your permission, he shares your thoughts and ideas with the group when you can't.

Hope you like it my love!!! Xoxoxo💜💜💜

[petitelepus]

So I loved my match up so much, I wanted to ask again, this time for the demons!

SFW and NSFW fine with me

Zodiac: Pisces

Pronouns: She/Her and They/Them

Sexuality: Bisexual Bigender Demiaromantic

Hobbies: Singing, Reading, Playing video games, making Loom band chains, baking cookies, bread, and cakes.

Appearance: I’m a bit more on the chubbier side, 5’4 and have long curly black hair. I usually wear glasses for being near sighted but forget to wear them all the time. I have dark brown eyes and I’m curvy. Have scars around my chest from two reduction surgeries

Personality Traits: Extremely Empathetic, Loyal, Hard headed, Sensitive

Facts about myself: I tend to put others way before myself, to the point I don’t care for myself as much. I have ADHD and Social Anxiety Disorder, with recently diagnosed autism, and I come from a family of Brazilians and Porto Rican’s. I tend to have a soft spot for children and end up being an unintentional babysitter/older sister type. Rhythm games are a big part of my life and Greek mythology is a big thing for me. Turned stress eating to stress baking to try and help with weight loss. Sudden loud noises set me off and I tend to carry headphones with me now for music to make me feel better

I match you with Akaza!

Akaza thinks you are too kind and that you are foolish to always put others before yourself. He thinks that you should think about yourself more often and not always worry about others because they aren't your responsibility.

Yet he can't help but smile when he sees you acting so kindly and sweetly to little kids. Akaza would never harm someone so young and innocent, you included, he has sworn to protect you from everything evil in the world.

The Demon takes notice that you act a little different from other humans and will ask about it so he knows how to act around you. He is understanding and tries to protect and shield you from things that may trigger your anxiety. Loud noises for example.

Akaza has complicated feelings about scars. Some say they are proof that you had gone through something hard and some say that they are signs of weakness and shame. But he understands the story behind your scars and approves them.

Akaza is good at video games and loves playing with you, and he is absolutely amazing at rhythm games. His reflexes are beyond normal human's and he is also fast as lighting.

He is curious and likes to listen to you tell him about Greek mythology or anything you are really interested in. He likes the stories of Hercules the most probably.

While he is a Demon, he can enjoy some things like your sweets. Compliments you and makes sure to let you know when you make an especially delicious batch of cookies.

He often tells you to remember to wear your glasses because he doesn't want you to accidentally hurt yourself or anything like that. When you put them on, he can't help but smile and teasingly call you "four-eyes". Don't worry, he says it all with love.

Oftentimes, he catches you singing secretly and he will compliment your singing voice, telling you that you should sing for him, just him, but you may or may not be bashful about it.

Your loyalty is maybe one of the sweetest things in you that he loves and he promises to be loyal to you also.

Behind closed doors, he enjoys tracing his fingers over your body and every mark you may have and he never fails to tell you how cute you are. He also encourages you to trace his markings and where they might lead.

[baggebythesea]

Princess Glimmer and the Day of Many Choices: Bow gets into sexy shenanigans with two hot, bisexual pirates (19/?)

"Hey, are you coming or not?" Sea-Ra said with a little 'couldn't care less' shrug at Bow. The look she gave him, on the other hand, was intense.

Behind her Sea Hawked grinned, a huge grin promising adventure of the most interesting kind.

"We'll teach you the way of the sea, lad," he said and held out his hand.

"But Boooooow," George and Lance pleaded. "We will need someone to take the minuuuutes at the comitté meetings."

"Sorry, fathers," Bow said. "Adventure is in my soul and can't be restrained. I will go where adventure takes me."

"But Booooow, the minutes," George and Lance cried, but Bow had made up his mind. He turned to Glimmer.

"Glimmer," he said with dramatic voice. "I love you and I want a life with you, but the sea beckons" (Sea-Ra smirked) "and I, poor fool, can't but follow. I can't ask you to wait for me, all I can ask you is to one day in your heart seek to forgive me."

"Oh, I think I'll manage," Glimmer blushed, her arms around Despara and Catra. "Have fun, I'll see you when you're done adventuring."

"And no going evil," he said with stern voice.

"No promises," she said with a little glance at Despara.

"Let's siiiiiing," Sea Hawk said.

"No," Sea-Ra sighed. "Let's go."

And with Bow and Sea Hawk in tow, they left.

"Well, I think we're done here," Glimmer said with a nod to George and Lance. "I eagerly look forward to your plan for political reform, taking into account all the intricasies of the current situation and wildly oposing wishes and needs of various parties. Until then we're off to Mystacor! there's a hot spring with our name on it." She took a firm grip of Despara's arm, patted Catra on the butt and teleported the three of them away.

"And I will teach Scorpia the 'flower language'," Perfuma purred with the innuendo in her words so clear that even Scorpia understood it. Wildly blushing, she was dragged away by the princess of Plumeria.

"Ugh!" Frosta complained. "Does love always turn people into idiots or is just a princess thing."

"Pretty universal, I'm afraid," Spinnerella said and traded a smirk with Netossa. "Now, come on kiddo. Now when there isn't a war going on, you have several years of homework to catch up on."

"NO FAIR!" Frosta yelled as she was marched away. "I WANNA BE A PIRATE TOO!"

"Well, seems like  we have a momentous task in front of us," George said to Lance as the crowd started to disperse.

"In order to be truly effective we would need at least a dozen sub committess," Lance mused. "But where would we ever be able to find people who could take care of all the associated administrative and diplomatic tasks?"

"Excuse me," a polite voice said. "Perhaps this would be the right opportunity for me to intrude on your conversation..."

They looked up and saw a tall clone in a stately dress.

"You see, my name is Cloney McCloneson," the clone said "and I represent several thousands of clones in need of employment and a chance for integration in the Etherian society. I wonder if we perhaps could be of mutual assistance to each other..."

[A truly bitchin' image]

- - -

"Ah, this is life," Sea Hawk commented as he stood in the stern of the Dragon's Daughter IX. "The winds in your face, the open ocean before you, the taste of salt."

I hope @freedfromthegalactichivemind won't mind that I borrowed Cloney McCloneson to play with a bit...

After this one, I'll take a break for a week or two while I do some other stuff, but then we'll be back for Pirate Shenanigans. Keep an eye on the 'Princess Glimmer and the day of many choices" tag to see when I start updating again.

Part 18 is here: https://baggebythesea.tumblr.com/post/712564032270417920/laughs-im-so-glad-were-all-on-the-same-page-on

[mythvoiced]

-. wenzhe-core (pt. 6, LIKE?? what do i MEAN pt. 6, oh my god-) tw: nausea, wenzhe is prone to self-harm and self-destructive behaviour

casual public self-harm that he can play off as silly goofy accidental shit UNTIL he meets someone who's neurodivergent/has experience with it and recognizes it as it is, eg. facepalming way too roughly, slapping himself in the face, tugging at his hair, holding things that are too hot, hands under hot water etc.

the kid who used to write 'wenzhe ♥ [name]' about his crushes on his textbooks or journal pages and then BURN the journal page

not really a hat/beanie/you name it kind of guy, not even when it's cold my man's ears will be RED

er*n ja*ger hair-bun when his hair gets long enough

a fun fact about me is that i cry during moana, like... every time, at least three times throughout it, and i am forcing this fact onto wenzhe out of my sheer sense of evil

would let children use him as a human monkey bars thing situation

nausea is his primary response to anxiety and stress, a typical 'wenzhe is going through it pose' is wenzhe sat somewhere, sort of slightly hunched over himself and breathing really carefully to battle said nausea

do me a favour and blow air softly onto his ears i PROMISE the reaction you'll get will be straight out of a shoujo (bc wenzhe's genre is all over the place ngl), it'll be worth it

has dropped phones into toilets/sinks/down balconies because he was fucking around doing shit while insisting on being on a phone call (shoved between shoulder and head yknow)

CANNOT USE THE SPEAKER FUNCTION, he'll put people on speaker and then basically just continue holding the phone as if they weren't, what's the POINT

stone-faced drunk, passes as sober until he opens his mouth then it's... wow

forgets to pay attention during a conversation bc he's playing with the funky ways spoons reflect images

terribly afraid of emotional vulnerability and rejection and being considered ridiculous for having feelings & daydreams that are usually rather soft? YES, but being scared of, hmm, i don't know, heights? enclosed spaces? the ocean? NOPE, he's insane

loves aquariums

he's pretty tall which means if you're taller than him he'll... he'll need some time to process and not be bisexual about it

he's... really good with height, okay, he will do the stupidest things and lean WAY too far over railings, he's so stressed by emotions and day-to-day life, if gravity takes him out, it's the better alternative

would LOVE to visit the grand canyon btw

doesn't speak A LICK of mandarin, and doesn't have the guts to ask his mother to teach him because he feels guilty that he hadn't bothered learning earlier (:eyesemoji: at lcy)

bro there's a REASON his tag is 'the guilty'

momma's boy~

[mllelaurel]

Shard... like 90% of the way through the book. 

Can’t deny, Salvatore writes incredibly entertaining fight scenes. There’s a fun and creativity to them. 

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That said. Yep. This sure was the pre-5th edition era where D&D ethos was all about ‘some sentient species are evil/basically animals anyway. Go ahead and kill ‘em.’ (I have no idea if 5th was, in fact, where fans/players started noping hard at that trope, but given that 5th is where D&D went mainstream, it feels like a good guess.) The fight with the orcs was both really fun choreography and... uncomfortable. We get a bit of that with the wererats too, but the wererats at least get a smattering of pathos. 

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But back to the good stuff! Chapter 19th. Basically everything about Chapter 19! 

Jarlaxle: “Look, for it is I, Drizzt Do’Urden.” GM: “Make a deception roll.” Jarlaxle: “...Nine.” Entreri: “Fuck it, I roll intimidation.” Jarlaxle: “Can I just steal their shit and drink their booze?” 

Entreri: “Meh, swashbuckling. What is this swishy bisexual shit?” Jarlaxle: [Rolls a crit.] Entreri: “....Well color me bisexual. Swishy can stay.” Jarlaxle: “Close your mouth, it’s time to bail.” [Grabs his hand and dashes, like he’s the Doctor and Entreri is his brand new companion.]

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Sharlotta’s narrative continued, alas, to not impress me to its bitter end.

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On the other hand, while I initially found Danica bland, then she and Entreri met and started interacting. And I kind of love that “I hate everything about you, and not even in a sexy way, but also I respect you as the Other Smart Person In This Room” dynamic they immediately fall into. 

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I did, in fact like the Perspectives on Religion. And find it notable that Entreri, at least in this book, specifically verbally attacks priests and their corruption and abuse of power, rather than gods or faith. Like, I can’t imagine he thinks highly of the other two topics either. But he aims his anger with scalpel precision rather than broadly, in this case. I also kind of love that for all his own distrust of organized religion, Jarlaxle still notes that the cathedral is beautiful. Because it likely really is, and he loves beautiful things. 

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God, Entreri’s down-to-the dirt reasons for hating the Crystal Shard being essentially that it enslaves and corrupts people and fuck this, he belongs to no one. It’s both such a great character moment and hurts so fucking bad, given what happens to him later. 

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Allllmost done with this one. So of course, Promise of the Witch King e-book has been checked out by someone else. So I’ll tackle Starlight Enclave next. It’s on Hoopla, which means anyone with access can check it out at any time. 

[losertwink]

random headcanons of the resident evil 6 cast because i’m hyperfixated on resident evil for the 3rd time this year and it’s all i can think about

leon kennedy

- the definition of bisexual

- transgender

- he/him pronoun user

- potentially on the aroace spectrum (he’s only loved two people canonically….. sounds arospec as fuck to me)

- black coffee enjoyer

- listens exclusively to dad rock (i feel like i don’t have to explain that, he’s literally in his mid 30’s i promise you he loves limp bizkit it just makes sense)

- touch of the tism (its okay me too)

Ada Wong

- also bisexual

- also transgender

- she/they pronoun user

- loves club music from the 2000’s (because who doesn’t?)

Chris Redfield

- heavily closeted gay man like i’ve never seen someone so closeted before holy shit

- cisgender

- he/him pronouns

- 1000% had a thing for piers but couldn’t get the guts to tell him (ouch)

- also a dad rock enjoyer (again, note his age, it makes sense LMAO)

Piers Nivans

- gay

- transgender

- he/him pronoun user

- also had a thing for chris but thought he was straight so he never told him (even bigger ouch)

Helena Harper

- lesbian!!!! tired of ppl saying she’s straight that girl loves women and women only

- cisgender

- she/her pronoun user

Jake Muller

- definitely queer but not sure where he lies (never had the time to choose a better label, and he likes being called queer anyway!!)

- cisgender

- he/him pronoun user but honestly doesn’t care

- aroace spec (actually just bc i said so.)

- definitely neurodivergent

Sherry Birkin

- comfortably unlabeled (she just. doesn’t care to label herself.)

- cisgender

- she/her pronoun user

- midsize (idc that she’s canonically really skinny, i said she’s midsize)