#I know his scars are described to be white but that didn't look as nice u_u

[thatd3adgirl]

My thoughts on the SOTR Castings

Since we have all/ most of the castings for the SOTR movie I thought, id give my thoughts!

Haymitch Abernathy:

Now im not gonna lie, I am disappointed but not surprised that they made Haymitch white and blonde.. again. I would've liked to finally see book accurate Haymitch. But if he does a good a job as Woody I suppose I can't be to disappointed. Now I don't actually know much about Joseph Zada acting- wise , but I've been looking up some of his other projects and he seems like a pretty good actor.

Overall I'm pretty okay with this casting.

Lenore Dove Baird:

I actually think Whitney Peak is a great casting appearance wise. I do hope the tint of red in her hair is included, maybe as highlights or a wig. Once again I'm not super familiar with her acting but from what I have seen she's also a pretty good actress. I am happy that LionsGate did choose an actress who looks similar to Rachel Zegler, Since Lucy Grey and Lenore Dove are related.

Overall I'm very happy with this casting, I hope she does Lenore Dove justice.

Maysilee Donner:

I cannot explain to y'all how much I happy I was to see McKenna cast as Maysilee. I was hoping for either McKenna or another actress, so i'm very happy to see that one of the two got it! I am hoping they include the braids in her hair, I know it's not in the book but it'd be such a nice detail!! I do actually know about McKenna grace acting wise, and I believe she'll be a great Maysilee. Very excited to see Drusilla slapped on screen.

Louella McCoy & LouLou:

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't super shocked over Louella and LouLou's casting. I didn't hc them as white, but it's not a huge deal, my head cannon was very different tbh. At first I thought their skin colors were actually stated in the book, they were not so I was wrong there. I had hc Louella and LouLou as black or indigenous, so the actresses being white had thrown me off at first. Maybe that's because of how Katniss and Gale were described in the original trilogy and them having the 'seam look'? Obviously not everyone from the seam is gonna look the same tho.

I would've like to see more diversity in the movies (main& side character wise) regardless, if i'm remembering correctly there's Boggs, Beetee, Enobaria, Rue, Thresh, Cinna, Chaff and a lot of now Wyatt and Lenore. which is not alot please lmk if i'm forgetting someone tho!

I also was confused over two actresses playing Louella and LouLou, it's not a huge deal but I am still curious. The actresses still look very similar so it's not a big deal obviously. I was just curious since the only difference I can remember is the scar. Haymitch does say anyone who knows her would tell the difference, so maybe the two actresses will work really well for that? Its a very small thing to nit pick but im still curious why.

I've never actually seen either of these two act, but im sure they'll do great.

Overall this might be one of the few castings that I'm the most shocked/ iffy about. Purely because of my own head canons! I'm sure the actresses themselves are great and no hate to them ofc. *I did re-write a good bit of this section after posting it, since I messed up my tone, came off super angry over it, and I didn't actually convey my thoughts. I also got ALOT of details wrong!! so I wanted to correct that!*

Wyatt Callow

I don't think this is a terrible casting, I'll be honest at first I didn't put character who's good with number and predictions +Asian actor. But after all the posts, I've seen I did put two and two together. I'm gonna be hopeful and say it wasn't the intention to have the only Asian actor(that we know of) play the guy good with calculating odds. I do see how it can be seen though.

Now I will say we didn't get a very in depth description of Wyatt like Louella. So there's not too much for me to say, I'm still disappointed we're getting nobody who looks like they're from the seam but I digress. I will say he doesn't not look like how he's described. then again we only get black hair and a big maybe stocky I don't remember exactly the build he has. If I'm forgetting more about how he's described please correct me!

Acting wise I (once again) don't know much about Ben wang, nor have I seen him in much, but I have faith he'll do a great job.. if Lionsgate doesn't destroy our boy. I have a feeling they might give him the Peeta treatment and take a lot of his personality away, i'm hoping i'm wrong but we won't know until the movies released.

Overall I don't think it's a bad casting. I do see and agree that theres issues with having the only asian actor play the character who's good at calculating odds. Hopefully they explain on Wyatt's character so that's not his only trait.

Effie Trinket

I can't believe they listened to us, i'm really excited about this casting as well. I think that Elle Fanning is a fantastic younger Effie, she looks a lot like Elizabeth so they match up appearance wise. And Elle Fanning is the actress who I'm most familiar with, and she's a fantastic actress. So I have no doubts that she'll do amazing.

Overall this might be the casting I'm the most happy with!

President Snow:

Oh boy what a double edged sword this is, I'll start with the positives then ill talk about my issues.

Ralph Fiennes is an excellent actor and he's does look like snow. If you put him, Donald, and Tom side by side I can definitely see the resemblance. And I can believe that they are all snow while watching the films. Ralph is undeniably an excellent actor, he did a great job as Voldemort, and many of his other roles. I do like him being cast as our favorite evil dictator who's still upset over his situationship that ended 64 years ago.

Now my only issue with this casting, is Ralph Fiennes himself. He's openly defended JK Rowling, stating"abuse directed at her is disgusting". Mind you she received this 'abuse' after repeatedly being transphobic. Now even giving him the benefit of the doubt that he didn't know why she was receiving the hate, he could easily educate himself and make another statement.

Overall He will likely do an excellent job as snow, but i'm still disappointed he was cast.

Wiress:

I'm gonna be honest I didn't see Maya Hawke as her at all, but after seeing her side by side with catching fire Wiress I see it. I think she'll fit fairly well, and I think she'll do a great job. I'm hoping we get some flashbacks or scenes of wires games tho!!!

Overall I don't have too much to say about this casting, and im pretty happy about it.

Betee Latier:

Omg Kelvin looks just like him, so perfect casting appearance wise. Kelvin is also a great actor so im sure he'll play Beetee well.

Once again I don't have too much to say about this casting, but im happy with this casting.

Mags Flanagan:

I have basically nothing to say, the actress has been in a lot of amazing projects, so I have faith she'll do great as Mags.

Plutarch & Ceaser:

Both actors are fantastic, I'm putting the two together since im basically saying the same for both. Im happy with both castings.

I like nearly all of the castings, I have my issues ofc. I'm happy regardless since we are getting a film.

[aviiarie]

˚ ₊ ‧ ♡ HAPPY HALLOWEEN! — feat. kagaya event masterlist

synopsis. you go to a halloween party along with some friends, but in between games and snacks, you notice some... strange things about this party, and its host. warnings. none? notes. request for anon! gn!reader. implied vampire!kagaya. 1.5k words! THIS IS MY LAST ONEEEE THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT ON THIS EVENT GUYSSSS

This Halloween party was... strange.

It wasn't a bad party, by any means. There were plenty of drinks, a snack table stacked high with treats to keep you from feeling hungry, and music filling the air.

You might be enjoying yourself more if you had someone to talk to, but all of your friends had left one by one. One saw an old acquaintance across the room and went over to catch up, one left to get something to drink, and even Mitsuri—who had asked you to come in the first place—vanished from your side without you even realizing where she went. Suffice to say, your night was already soured, even before you started to notice the peculiarities of the party.

All of the faces you glanced between were that of strangers, which wasn't a surprise, even if it was nerve-wracking. You had been invited by your new friends, but every other guest was unfamiliar, friends of friends that you had never met before. They looked at you curiously, whispering behind their hands while trading odd looks in your direction, yet not a single one of them tried to speak to you.

You clutched your cup tighter, taking a sip to distract yourself from the discomfort creeping closer. It wasn't just being surrounded by people you didn't know, there was something else that felt off about the event. It was difficult to describe exactly what it was, but the lurking feeling of danger never passed.

“Hello.” A pleasant voice appeared right by your ear, making you flinch and spill droplets of your drink onto the floor. You turned your head, finding yourself face to face with a man smiling serenely at you. There was an odd pinkish colouring across his forehead; a scar or birthmark, perhaps.

“Hi.” You smiled awkwardly.

“My name is Kagaya. I'm the host of this party here, and I just happened to notice you here by yourself.” He paused. “Did a friend bring you here?”

“Um, yeah... one of my friends invited me—” To be perfectly honest, friends was even a stretch, you had been hanging out with Mitsuri and her friends for only a month or two, but she was too eager for you to come to the party for you to even consider refusing. “[Name]. It's nice to meet you.”

Kagaya offered a hand, that you quickly shook. His skin was ice-cold to touch, almost making you gasp at the shock of it.

“It is nice to meet you.” Kagaya smiled, as if he was amused by a joke only he heard. “I have a lot of gatherings, but I rarely meet new people at them. Mitsuri must have thought you were special if she brought you along.”

“Uh—” Did you even mention Mitsuri's name?

“[Name]! I'm so sorry!” Mitsuri appeared, pushing past the crowd, her face crumpled up as if she was close to tears. “I just left to say hello to someone and couldn't find you again! I didn't mean to leave you by yourself!”

As she stopped in front of you, she blinked in surprise at the man at your side. “O-Oh! You've met already?”

“Just now.” Kagaya nodded briefly at Mitsuri, excusing himself and disappearing back into the midst of the people, everyone greeting him warmly as he passed them. Your eyes tracked his movements, frowning as you noticed his pale, almost sickly skin. Up close, you had seen a flash of white in his mouth, vampire fangs that looked almost real. He must have put a lot of effort into his costume.

Mitsuri made up for her brief absence with a lot of chatter, about the snacks she had eaten and the games that they had been playing. She didn't seem to mind your quietness, as you let her talking fade to background noise.

Some of the people you saw really were strange. There was a man in a startlingly realistic zombie costume, complete with grunts and groans instead of words, who glared at you the second you made eye contact. There were a few dressed as witches having a loud conversation about potions, and a vampire with fake blood dripping down his chin.

But what unnerved you most of all was the atmosphere, the lingering feeling of dread in your chest that you couldn't dismiss. You were much too old to be fearing Halloween, but there was still the feeling of someone's eyes glued to your back, a sense of danger that made your skin crawl.

“Hey, I know I said I'd stay beside you, but I see someone I know over there.” Mitsuri smiled sheepishly. “Do you mind if I go talk for a bit? You can come too!”

You waved her away, forcing a grin. “You can go, I'll be fine on my own.”

She gave you a quick hug, before darting off to greet her friend. You let the smile drop once she was out of sight, breathing out shakily. It was exhausting, but Mitsuri would be disappointed if you left too early. Maybe you could fake being sick, and go home.

In search of another drink to fill your cup, you slipped into the kitchen, finding it empty. On the counter was a jug with a dark red drink inside, like the pomegranate juice that had been served earlier. It was a different consistency, so you poured a small amount into your cup to have a closer look.

Holding the cup up to your face, you could see the drink was thicker than juice, and a much darker shade. There was a strong, metallic scent as well, as if it was—

“I would not drink that, if I were you.” The cup was plucked out of your hands. Kagaya chuckled, gently placing it aside. “I doubt it would be to your tastes.”

He opened the fridge and pulled out a can of soda, pressing it into your hands. You took it with a murmured thanks, and he took his place beside you.

“Halloween is a rather special night of the year, isn't it?” Kagaya mused, smiling out at the party through the open kitchen door. Somehow, even though he was practically a stranger, you found yourself at ease beside him.

“I guess so.” You hummed.

“There's a little story I like, about Halloween.” He continued. “Do you want to hear it?”

You gave a nod, and that was enough for him to start talking.

“Long ago, when all of the ghouls and monsters discovered that humans were wearing costumes of them, they were filled with joy. One night a year, they were able to walk alongside humans, without scaring them.”

You took another sip of the soda, listening intently.

“But, when people discovered that actual monsters were among them, they were outraged. The monsters were attacked with rocks and pitchforks, and forced to flee.” Kagaya paused, a melancholic look passing over his face.

Watching his expression carefully, you could almost pick apart the layers of nostalgia, regret, and reminiscence in his eyes. He didn't look like he was telling an old story he'd heard, he looked like he was recounting a memory.

“This upset some of the monsters, as they never intended to hurt the humans. They only wanted to know what it was like to be one of them.” Kagaya fell silent, staring straight with a blank expression. Awkwardly, you cough into your hand.

“So... what happened next?” You prompted.

Kagaya sighed. “Next, a young, newly turned vampire decided that if they weren't going to be allowed to celebrate among humans, they would celebrate by themselves. He organized a gathering on the same night, where vampires, ghosts, spirits, monsters of all sorts would be able to spend a night of festivities together. And the next year he did the same thing, and the next, and the next, for decades, even centuries.”

“All that time...” You breathed.

“Of course it would change over the years, to match the time period.” He chuckled, shaking his head slightly. “But what would stay the same was the host, as he watched generations of monsters rise and fall, countless guests with countless stories to tell.”

You chewed your lip, still slightly on edge. The way he was smiling at you, you could see the flash of white of his scarily real-looking fangs. “Why are you telling me this?”

Kagaya only laughed, his eyes once again drifting to the open door. Through the doorway, you watched in horror as one of the men dressed as a zombie snapped one of his arms clean off, making his friends whoop and cheer and making your heart stop. The man beside you only sighed, like a father watching his rowdy children.

He turned back to face you, fixing you with a sharp look. His eyes pierced through you, making you shrink back from the weight of his gaze. Seeing your reaction, his eyes softened and the intense expression vanished as quickly as it appeared.

“It is just as I said; if you were invited, then there must be something special about you.”

🏷️ taglist: @mollzaj, @mitsvriii, @an-angstyteen

© aviiarie 2024. do not copy, repost, translate or use my work to train ai

[writingdevil]

I just finished reading your latest part for Royal Flock AU, and I love this AU so dearly!!! Just wanted to say that first <3

Now onto my question, with the latest chapter having quite a few descriptions of voices' appearances (Stubborn's scars, Cold's hood, etc), I wanted to ask if you've got a description or a vision for your birds! What do they look like? How would you describe their general appearance? Are they similar to Quiet in the game, or are you inspired by some of the community's voice designs, or both, or neither? Sorry if that's too many questions! Just wanted to know <3

[I am definitely not asking because I'm now very curious and want to see if I could maybe draw some of your Royal Flock birds-]

I'm so happy that you like the AU! I'm really enjoying writing it and reading how much others like it!

For the voices appearances, even outside of the AU, I try to keep their appearances vague because I'm not an artist but I still wanted to give them traits that's kind of generally seen in them.

Usually whenever I'm reading a fic I just imagine someone else's designs of the voices, but I obviously can't do that here, so I just try to keep them vague but with little details that you would normally associate with the voices, like Stubborn being buff and Cold being tall and menacing.

In terms of this AU, both the Long Quiet and his court are all ravens, because that's the closest bird to what they look like in the game, in my opinion. I don't know if the general fandom consensus is that they're ravens or crows, but oh well. For the AU, TLQ is different from normal ravens as he's much larger for his species, along with his six wings, which made people think he'd be a worthy person for the throne.

I wanted to give the other birds some unique designs, because they're all real beings with lives that didn't manifest from TLQ's head like in the game.

I don't know how much detail you want, so I'll just describe their general appearance for this AU.

Hero is a captain of the guard and is usually wearing normal armour.

Both Paranoid and Cold wear long, hooded cloaks because I wanted them to look mystical and magical when compared to the others. Paranoid's cloak is dark purple and Cold's is dark blue. They both wield staffs with magic, with floating rocks acting as the main source. Cold's has a snowflake shaped one, and Para has a crescent moon one (because I love moon themed stuff and Para's one of my fav).

Stubborn and Hunted also wear armour, with Stubborn's being more worn down, as stated in the latest chapter. I imagined the armour being a shiny gold to contrast their black feathers, but Hunted would insist of wearing light, grey armour that you wouldn't be able to see, so he could hide better, along with wearing a dark cloak. Stubborn is big and bulky and one of the tallest (Cold is the same height), and he has multiple scars, but I wanted to give him the face one to have that be the main detail. Hunted is very frazzled looking, like in many designs of him, and he's significantly smaller, but still as strong, as Stubborn.

Both Smitten and Oppy are pretty birdies, with fluffy feathers to show off and impress people. I imagine Smitten being on the bigger side, wearing a light pink blouse with the first few buttons undone because his chest is that puffy. Smitten just thinks he looks nice like that. Oppy, on the other hand, wants all the attention on him, so likes to look presentable, but also dripping in gold jewellery. He wears a white blouse with a gold chain hooked across the middle of his chest (does that make sense??? Do people see the vision???)

Skeptic is a bit messy with his feathers, and I didn't really go into his appearance, but he wears a black trenchcoat to conceal himself in the shadows. His feathers could look as fluffy and as adorable as Smitten's, but he doesn't put a lot of thought into his appearance.

Without going into too much detail, Broken wears a long, white, hooded robe, and he's the smallest voice, and he has a thick, gold choker around his neck for absolutely no reason.

Cheated's clothes look a little ragged, because he sewed them himself, and he's constantly sewing up any rips his clothes get. He's not as fancy as Smitten or Oppy, but he does wear a dark blouse with a vest over it, and the vest has various patches sewn into it.

Contrarian, their resident jester, wears a little jester hat with the two sides hanging down, and a white ruffled collar. You know that one in the renaissance era? That one, and I think his little hat is a light green.

They all wear a locket around their necks.

There's so many talented artists in this fandom, with voice designs that I'm obsessed with, and I tried really hard to be as original as I could be, while also not making it too difficult for myself.

This is probably so much more than what you were asking, but I wanted an excuse to ramble about my favourite birdies. Thank you for enjoying my AU and I hope you liked me rambling on way more than I needed to!

[ligmaballsbaby]

@theshypinkflower I just realized I had to post this anyway because I wanted to talk about him, but basically here you go, love you ⭐

I just realized I never really told Dylan's story and everything, and real quick this is the stuff I use for the c.ai but if you want a more detailed story just tell me, and if you are going to make a c.ai bot of him if you want please credit me!

Describe what Dylan looks like: he is 6'5, he has a pretty big dad bod but it's mixed with a little muscle, dark tan skin, he has three little scars on his body,dark hazel eyes, he is Cambodian Asian, medium flat black hair mixed with random brown highlights in his hair, his skin and his hair is a bit oily he is pretty good looking, he is a very hairy man, slightly yellow teeth, secretly a Cambodian Buffalo beastkin... but he hides it, a black tank top that is a little bit ripped on the collar, a white apron with stains on it mostly from cutting meat, dark green cargo pants, all black sneakers, he is 21, and last but not least... This man has got some ASS LIKE A 8/10 ASS

He is a pretty nice man, he can last 7.3 minutes in bed if you know what I mean, bro probably helps puppies from the street, he lives in a small studio apartment near the grocery store, and he is extremely paranoid, hoping his mother never find someone day, he can cook microwavable or oven baked foods or stuff on the grill, but that's basically it... anything else he'll probably burn, he is straight, he is a butcher, he somehow quickly fell in love with you, which is actually not a surprise because he is usually lonely and people don't really want to talk to him or he's too scared to talk to them, he has a lot of social anxiety and anxiety in general, he overthinks a lot, he has some sexual trauma so it might take him in a while to ever be ready for... You know, he wants to ask you out but he doesn't know if anyone could like someone like him and he's too shy and scared, he is an introvert, most of the time he can only afford processed food it doesn't really have time to work out, sometimes he can't really shower cuz sometimes he's too tired or he can't afford shower products but at least he remembers to put on deodorant if he has it, he likes watching anime and singing, he's pretty quiet, he's more of a listener than a talker, he's broke, he likes knitting, he doesn't really have time for hobbies because of how much work he has to do or how paranoid or tired he is... Or he just can't afford to do any hobbies, he is vegetarian but he doesn't mind cutting meat he's just used to it by now,he has PTSD, anxiety, depression

he ran away from his tribe a few years ago, he was from a small village that was slowly becoming extinct, his mother was a pretty strict mean woman, and his father died many years ago while gathering food because a hunter mistaked his dad for a bear, after that his mother became worse and locked him in a basement for years and forced him to breed with some women in the village and even a few of his sisters even if they didn't want to... All for them to not go extinct, and sometimes he wasn't able to get any food if he did "breed" properly, and yes he has some kids he was forced to have but was never able to meet, what day a few years ago when he was 17 he was able to escape the basement and he ran away and managed to travel to Canada, where he has a shitty job

[redhoodinternaldialectical]

30 for the writing ask?

30: describe a fic that almost happened, but then didn't.

Whilst away from my computer and therefore all my WIPs, I started a little one shot titled "Who the Hill?" and actually the premise is easier to explain by just giving you what I wrote for the fic before I abandoned it lol!

The bass thud of the club rattles Jason's sternum and thrums through his organs pleasantly as he surveys the rest of the room from his spot in the corner. He's not really looking for anything in particular, just too in the habit of counting exits and tracking glasses to stop even when he's just here to be around other people having fun.

Then he sees Tim - or well maybe that isn't Tim - or no that is absolutely, definitely Tim - but probably Tim's not the right name for the spike and chain adorned person leaned against the bar with the dark, expressive makeup, the short, black skirt, and the high heel boots.

Then he's caught staring and (Not?) Tim's eyes go wide in what looks like fear and ah shit, there's no way he she was ready to come out to him, but hey, he can be cool, he can roll with this and make sure she knows he's not gonna be a prick about it.

Tim watches Jason approach with absolute dread, because he never, EVER wanted to have to explain the whole 'hi, I'm bi and I love the way my ass looks in a mini-skirt' thing to the most depressingly unavailable straight guy he's ever met. He braces for simply the most awkward 'so is this a sex thing?' conversation ever held between two vigilantes.

Instead though, Jason surprises him, "Sorry for putting you on the spot like this, but can I ask for your name?"

Tim blinks and realizes that between the makeup and the breast forms there's a very good chance Jason has no idea who he is! In fact he probably only intended to chat up some cute goth girl, and if he can manage to play along right he might get out of this with his secret intact!

He pitches his voice up a bit and hopes to god that feminine cadence and the loud music carries him, "Carolina, but you can call me Carol if you like."

"Cool! I dig the spikes by the way," Jason smiles like Carolina's name is some beautiful treasure he's been allowed to glimpse and the dread comes right back up as Tim realizes that he's somehow going to have to find it in himself to turn Jason down.

He ought to do it right now. He ought to tell Jason he's an awfully polite guy but she's already late to go home and dropped her phone in the harbor and is currently walking out the door-

[That paragraph's phrasing was inspired by this song hehehe]

But right now Tim is a weak, weak man, who chooses to pluck at Jason's jacket flirtily, "Thanks, I dig the leather and the white streak! You dye it like that?"

Jason gives him the most adorable deer-in-headlights expression back, "Uh, it's um, it's actually a cold brand? You can kinda see the scar around it if you look close."

"Wait like, liquid nitrogen and metal- deliberately?"

"I mean I dyed it the once, but then uh..." He trails awkwardly with a shrug, "I like it. Nice not to have to do anything more to keep it there. Kinda annoying it doesn't keep any other colors, but, ya'know." Another awkward shrug.

"Huh," He'd always assumed Jason just came back with it, but it being an injury instead actually makes a lot of sense? Was it really deliberate though or was he just saying that? "That's pretty fuckin hardcore."

Jason smiles again, feeling warm at all the compliments, and then internally panics.

Tim Carol is flirting with him probably?! That was not- did he say something weird? How did he come off like... And even if he did how the fuck is he supposed to handle this??

She's a girl, and he's very gay.

It feels sort of awful and cruel to think that he might fall out of love with her just because she changed a few words and her shape. Are human hearts really so fickle that the same person in a different cloth cannot be loved the same way?

At the same time though, Jason has historically been a solid six on the kinsey scale and he's sadly gotta admit the boobs are really not doing it for him. But maybe the above the belt feelings will stay? Is that how this works?? Or maybe he can just kinda... Coach himself through moving to a kinsey five???

He nervously fidgets with his hands and tries looking at her legs. He usually really likes Carol's legs and wants to do all kinds of things with them, and legs are things most people have regardless of gender... He attempts to force himself to focus on all the same features he usually likes, but it's just not the same with the heels and the skirt. The spark is gone.

This is so fucking stupid. He's stupid. This isn't how anything works and he should know it, and maybe he even does know it...

He just can't bring himself to give up on this, though. He's never had a crush reciprocate anything before, and now the world demands that he breaks both their hearts over basically nothing?!

He can't and he won't and he fucking refuses!

[Lots more awkward and not so awkward flirting flipping between their perspectives. Tim enjoying the power trip of turning Jason into a nervous mess just by being fem, thinking it's newly realized attraction that Jason can't normally feel towards him, and Jason panicking about whether or not he can be attracted to her at all. This goes on until they leave so Tim/Carol can catch his/her taxi]

Tim glances out at the road, and prepares to rip his own heart out by giving him a fake number, "Hey, um, I kinda ordered a taxi like before I even went out, so... text me?"

"Yeah sure, I've still got your number, and I'll see you back at the cave tomorrow anyways."

Tim, half turned away, goes rigid, "When the fuck did you figure out who I am?"

"What? Who the fuck else would I think you were?"

"A woman!"

"But like, you are a woman though??"

Tim stares at him, baffled, until the taxi driver leans on the horn and he decides to have this conversation on the way home. He grabs Jason by the wrist and hauls him into the car.

Jason hiss-whispers, "Wait are you in disguise right now? Did you just fucking use me for a case?!"

"No!" Tim hisses back while slamming the door shut behind him, "No, it's unfortunately infinitely more stupid and embarrassing for me!"

"Then...?" Jason gives him a confused gesture to spit it out already.

"I'm a crossdresser. My name's not any different. I'm not a woman. I'm sorry, I swear I didn't mean to lead you on, I just didn't know what the fuck to do when you came up to me asking for my fucking name."

And that's as far as I got before I abandoned it!

The problem I had with it and the reason I'm never gonna finish it is because there's not really a way to resolve the core tension/conflict that would be satisfactory to me. I need to emphasize here that I don't care about trying to find some kind of """"morally correct"""" way to end it, I just mean personally satisfying for me; any of the possible ways to end it would be morally fine, they just also all make me feel bad lmao

So like obviously the original resolution to the miscommunication was that Tim was a cis dude who just happened to be into dressing up in girly clothes and enjoying men's attention that way. That part on its own would be good, but it does mean that the moment of resolution from Jason's perspective comes out to being "Oh thank goodness you're not trans/not a woman/not a trans woman" and I don't feel great about that. Again, not a morals thing, it'd just leave a bad taste in my mouth.

My second idea was to have Tim realize he might be non-binary/a woman via Jason treating him like a woman and being so accepting of her. As a gay trans man who likes to cross dress in order to enjoy men's attention, this would give me bone dissolving levels of dysphoria!

There was also the problem of how to resolve Jason's sexuality.

As a gay man who spent many, many years of my life attempting to convince myself I was bisexual, any version of making Jason bisexual would give me bone dissolving levels of dysphoria! But like sexuality dysphoria instead of gender dysphoria. It would also eliminate an important source of narrative tension and character motivation.

The traditional version of keeping him gay would mean that Jason turns Carolina/Tim down altogether, which would break Jason's heart, and break Carolina's heart, and break my heart, and also turn the reveal into "it's a tragedy that you're trans/a woman/a trans woman". Infinite pain for zero gain!

I'd actually love to have Jason simply want to try being sexually intimate with an enby/woman Tim and have him decide he likes it even though he's still gay and still not attracted to Carolina/Tim at all. The experiences of sex having ace folks and people who have sex with people they aren't attracted to are really interesting to me and I'd love to explore that - if there was a bit more room to explore it right. This is a tiny one shot. I don't feel like I could properly convey that without putting in way more time and effort than I have to spare on this side project.

I MIGHT someday be convinced to finish this for a few different reasons, but for the forseeable future it won't be worked on. I have SO MANY PROJECTS that are better, more interesting, less awkward to handle, and already half published, like I got better things to do lol, so for now this is the one that got away.

In the meantime though: Please steal this!! If you find the premise interesting, especially if any of the versions that would give me bone dissolving dysphoria appeal to you, please take my words and write more onto them! I'd love to see some version of this finished someday, and I don't mind if someone (or several someones!) end up doing it instead of me, just lemme know if you do and throw a lil bit of credit my way and it's all good :3

[jayfrost-designs]

Up next is a long-overdue new ref sheet for Ravenpaw.

For his physical description, Ravenpaw is described as sleek, plump tom with a long, thin tail. Yeah, I know everyone always draws him super skinny and he's described that way in Into the Wild, but in Fire and Ice Fireheart describes him as sleek and plump and totally different from how skinny and dull he looked while living in ThunderClan. I didn't make him super plump, just a nice healthy weight and an average-ish build. The scarring on his shoulder is from the Sunningrocks battle that killed Redtail, we see him with the injured shoulder in Into the Wild.

For his pattern, Ravenpaw is described as a black tom with a tiny white dash on his chest and a white-tipped tail. Not much here, just changed his eyes to green from the amber I had on his old sheet.

Overall, I'm fairly happy with how he turned out.

[1narticulat3]

Introduction to the Main Characters?

Just a little fun world building and a nice little introduction to the two main characters of the book! Of course these descriptions may change overtime the course of the book and are only how we meet them at the beginning of the book.

Syr:

Description: Syr is introduced as a Hybrid- she's described to have midnight purple skin with white freckles that speckle across her skin. She has thick, frizzy black hair she typically ties back in a braid or two to keep it "managable" (think 3b hair that hasn't been taken care/no product) She's about the average height (5'3-5'5) with green eyes, a lean scrawny build, and pointed ears. She has black feathered wings she binds to her back. She typically wears basic chemise, linen dress and boots. She's about 80 years old (the equal to a 19 year old)

Background: Syr grew up working in a carpenter shop under Alder, an old wood nymph who seems to grow increasingly unwell. She lives a simple life, though not the best. She runs errands for Alder and occasionally cares for him when he let's her. Dealing with the scrutiny of the streets and the limits placed on her because of her race. Despite her struggles with Alder, and the daily cruelty of the streets, she still finds the small times she enjoys the rare reprieve from the stress of her daily life with the few friends she's made over the years

Personality: Syr is a relatively independent person, always pretty audible with her thoughts although it doesn't seem to often serve her well. She's argumentative and witty and not always the best when reading the room or being necessarily polite or well mannered. She appears as a bit tough skinned but with those she's cares a out she is more teasing and lighthearted.

My personal little fancast for her is Anok Yai, she has the perfect look I want for her and the ever so slight accent I imagine her to have.

Calian:

Description: Calian is a Beorn, described to have honeyed tan skin with a scar across the bridge of his nose. His black hair tied into box braids that are pulled back into a ponytail. He's on the shorter side for his race but still stands at a solid 6'3, he has amber eyes and more of a sleeper build, the only give aways are relatively broad shoulders and his forearms are still pretty large if you pay attention. Beorn are one of the few races that do not have pointed ears. Typically he wears the enforcer uniform, which are either black or dark brown leather (in style, think of a swat or security guard uniform). He's about 95 years old (the equal to a 20 years old)

Background: Calian grew up in the war camps, his father the commander of their sector and his mom- may no longer be around. Given he doesn't have the strongest build, shorter (compared to other Beorn) and considered babied considering he didn't have it as tough growing up as much of the others did and his not so aggressive tendencies he's considered weak. Once he was old enough to be given duty he was assigned to be an enforcer in the Kingdom (considered the throw away job to their weakest links) and still under the title of cadet, going through his first year. Dealing with the cruelty from his own people back home and the scrutiny of those in the kingdom for the belief of Beorn as these "mixed blooded brutes" he seems to not have much going for him.

Personality: Pretty blunt and closed off, he's not the most open person. Though, not the most put together either, he may act like he knows what he's doing but it's pretty clear he really has no idea. He's always been pretty socially awkward, but a smart-ass at heart. He always tends to give the cold hard truth and says the worst things at the worst times but he's also quite respectful. He truly does have peoples best interests at heart but often has no idea how to really help.

And my little fancast I have for him at the moment is Jan Luis Castellanos.

[gay-cryptidz]

The Comfort Between Your Scars

Chapter 2

Joel works up the courage to go to a gay bar

No TW for this one :)

Joel knew there was nothing to worry about. But still, he found himself struggling to steady his breathing as he mentally prepared himself to open the door. It's just a bar, he'd been in tons of bars. This was different, of course.

Deep breath, open the door, walk in. You're fine, you're okay.

Just as he was considering turning back and going back home to watch cheesy action movies by himself and wallow in self pity, someone else approached the door. He stepped inside hurriedly before poking his head outside again and looking at Joel curiously.

"Did you wanna come inside or are you waiting for someone?"

He looked to be in his mid-to-late twenties, maybe younger if he didn't have that sort of tiredness in his eyes that's only acquired with age and the constant stress of adult life.

Joel realised he was staring. The stranger in front of him seemed to give someone inside a wave before he stepped back outside. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes, offering him one before lighting his own.

"Lemme guess, first time?"

Joel simply nodded, a little dumbfounded. The fluffy-haired man smiled at him warmly.

"Nothing to be nervous about, everyone here is really nice, at least as far as the staff goes. 'Sides, it's just like any other bar, except with less rednecks"

Joel managed a small smile at that himself.

"You here often?"

"I work here. I'm Desmond"

"Oh. Joel, hi"

"Nice to meet you, Joel"

Desmond smiled like he meant it. Maybe this evening would be fine after all.

"Hey, how about we go in together and I get you a drink on the house? You look like you could use something to calm your nerves"

Joel nodded sheepishly. Desmond took one last drag of his cigarette and held the door for him as he walked in.

At first glance, the inside of the bar looked... well, like the inside of a bar. Nothing too out of the ordinary. Joel wasn't sure what he expected but the normality took him by surprise somehow. He looked around some more as he followed Desmond to the large wooden counter. The thing that stood out most were the people, some of them in outfits that would be considered pretty eccentric in any other context. Everyone just seemed so... relaxed? He wasn't sure how to describe it, there was a general air of comfort and safety filling the space that almost managed to push all his worries and insecurities away.

It was nice. This was nice.

He marvelled at patrons casually flirting and laughing and showing affection towards each other. At the fact that there seemed to be no tension, no dirty looks or rude comments, no looking around anxiously trying to figure out who may or may not pose a threat, when Desmond's voice sounded behind him.

"So, what do you think? Pretty cozy, right?"

Joel turned around to face him and, realising he had been hovering near the counter awkwardly, took a seat.

"It's great"

He still felt a little lost in this new world.

"So what can I get ya?"

"I'll take a beer. Thanks"

He smiled at Desmond, more genuinely this time, and took a moment to look at him a little more closely while waiting for his drink.

He was dressed in stereotypical bartender fashion, white button-up shirt and suspenders and a black turtleneck peeking out from his collar. He carried himself with a sort of smoothness, grabbing a tall glass without looking while taking another patron's order, moving around with purpose in every step, seemingly knowing his way around the various shelves and bottles instinctively. And always with a little smile on his face that just seemed so real.

Joel thanked him again when he handed him his drink. Desmond looked around one more time before pouring a glass of some long drink Joel couldn't identify and taking a sip, leaning on the counter near him.

"How long have you been working here?"

"Uh... god, I'm not sure... around seven years now I think? First job I actually managed to keep"

So he was twenty-eight at least, Joel had guessed about right earlier. Well, unless they were hiring bartenders below the legal drinking age.

"What about you, what do you do?"

"Contractor. My brother and I own a construction company"

"Oh sweet, I should introduce you to my landlord since she apparently has no idea those exist", Desmond laughed. "It's a wonder nobody died yet, those shit apartments seem like they're gonna collapse at any second!"

Joel grinned at that.

"Well, keep giving me free beer and maybe I can be convinced to personally come over and fix your shit apartment"

He cringed at his own words. That was a weird thing to say to a stranger. Right? Well, Desmond didn't seem to mind at least.

"Oh, please do! I'm one loose-floorboard-toe-stub away from losing it!"

They both grinned at each other. Joel decided this was definitely a good idea after all.

He spent the rest of the evening sitting at the counter. One day he'd work up the courage to actually talk to people but for now he was content just sipping his drink and chatting with Desmond about nothing in particular whenever he had some time. His initial anxiety quickly died down, replaced with the sense of comfort the place seemed to give all its patrons.

After a few hours, the bar got quite busy and it took a while until he walked up to Joel again, looking a little exhausted now.

"Hey, you got the time?"

Joel checked the shitty watch he bought to replace his old broken one, too lazy to just get it fixed.

"Midnight soon"

Desmond nodded and poured himself another drink. Joel took note of his habit of tapping the glass three times with his index finger whenever he picked it up. Silence fell over them for the first time this night, Desmond looking intently at the wall opposite of them or glancing at the door, until another customer approached the counter. Desmond smiled at him and gave a small nod.

"Hey, I'll be with you in a sec, let me just finish my drink"

The man didn't give an answer, opting to stay where he was standing near Joel. Desmond downed the rest of his drink in one gulp.

"Shift's over. It was nice to meet you, see ya around sometime? I'm here around this time most days", Desmond said and gave Joel another smile while putting on his coat and grabbing his backpack.

"Yeah, I think I'll come here more often"

"Cool, don't leave me hangin'!"

With a wave to the other bartender, he left, along with the stranger. Must be his friend, Joel guessed, and refused to acknowledge the tiny twinge of jealousy at the thought of the man being more than that.

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[merry-andrews]

Hello dear writer! hope you're having a lovely day wherever you are X3 finally finally moved to lap top so I can write this comment 'flexing my fingers' let's go!

Dear Lord!! can we start with this chapter just felt so satisfying?!? Gosh if I want to pick a favorite, I'll choose this chapter!!! I was listening to Blue Jeans by Del Rey and 4am by Soft Siren while reading that made the experience even better..

 With their every visit, Johnny asks them and tries not to feel jealous while all they give him is Kenshi's fine and don't worry over and over.

Johnny doesn't even know what he wants to hear, but the pitiful reassurance like a broken record isn't really scratching the itch when the last memory of Kenshi is him gently squeezing Johnny's hand before being ripped away from him.

Johnny actually feels like someone tore his limb off to throw it off a cliff and he's there, unable to jump after it while bleeding in a metaphorical way.

God this part only. loved how romantically you described his distance from Johnny. like a torn off limb, being so worried over his well being and being jealous of God of fire because he can go and see Kenshi aww, Johnny always is the sentimental one between those two. it's like Kenshi is brain and Johnny is the heart. Johnny having an inside war because of his feelings and his ex wife was so nice to read. I really liked it you didn't pause on unnecessary details of their relationship, simply like passing by it, well-done job, really!

Kenshi's head snaps up at the sound of the door opening, and Johnny sees him sitting on a bed, holding the blindfold Johnny gave him in his hand.

That boy is soo sweet! I love it how you put extra attention on every part of your fic. every sentence, every scene, every dialogue is there for a purpose. its like our daily life, simple, maybe not even visible acts but you actually paid attention to them and it's why you're one of famous writer in this fandom! this lots of hard working only shows the amount of time and love that is poured in every single word. and then Kenshi getting up, absordly trying to hide the blindfold when he finds out Johnny is at the door awww, he's such a lover boy hhn!

The first thing Johnny sees is the fresh scars over the eyelids, it stretches from the under eyes to just below the brows, suggesting where the sais had sunken in and ground against the bones of sockets. They look pale pink and definitely not as thin as Johnny wished them to be but they at least looked like clean cut.

The next thing his stupid brain registers is how long Kenshi's lashes are. Johnny has never noticed it before, since he’s usually too busy being stared at by the man but in the stilled moment where Kenshi's eyes flutter slightly, they fan dark against his cheeks, its cluster line cut by the scars.

Kenshi opens his eyelids fully and Johnny stares frozen at his white, pupilless marbles of eyes.

He raises his hand to Kenshi's face, it feels like the man is staring back at him, waiting for him to say anything and Johnny almost touches the skin before he stops himself.

“Can I touch you?” He whispers, can’t help but push the taunt a little further now that Kenshi's sitting in front of him. It's a little hard to breathe like that when they're this close.

“Yeah,” Kenshi exhales.

Johnny gulps, knowing that Kenshi probably heard it too and he unfurls his fingers. Just as he places a featherlight touch at the end of the scar, Kenshi lets out a sudden, sharp yell.

I love love loved how you described scars and tissues here. giving Kenshi marble eyes was such an awesome idea! now he even looks more scary, eyes white and pupilless with faint pink scars around his eyes! I want this version of him in a sharp suit! though I must accept, first thing I thought about was how they wo't fall out of his skull? or does he feels heavy in head when he lies down on his back? haha. that moment of scaring Johnny reminds me of myself X3 I'd do the same in his place hehe and they aren't even dating but they already act like a married couple.

“I thought I hurt you!” He settles on shoving at Kenshi's chest but the other man catches his forearms and holds them against his chest.

This part I love! there's just something sweet in imagining Johnny going to hit Kenshi but other man holds him aww!

“Huh,” Kenshi hums, equally confused.  “Don't laugh. I'm new to this too,” he grumbles as he shakes Sento in his hands like a magic 8 ball.

Kenshi be serious!! also can I just say I love how you used all tumblr fan art refrences?! from marble eyes to magic ball.. God you're so amazing. fandom is truly blessed by you. I loved how Kenshi's ancestor have a say in their relationship. I imagine that blue man figure sometimes scolding at Kenshi when they practice "you should talk to him Kenshi Takahashi. tell him your feeling!"

That part of Kenshi trying to read Johnny's mind and Johnny actually feeling the connection, God your brain is such a wonderful place!! I wonder if Johnny can feel Kenshi's ancestors presents while they both are sensually connected? like, feeling them like a surge of energy maybe?

Their lips meet in the middle and the earth turns to bring them closer. Kenshi licks into his mouth and sucking on Johnny's lower lip, rolling it between his teeth with a tender bite.

“God, I want you so much,” Johnny murmurs into Kenshi's lips, taking in his warm breath as his inhale. “Stay with me. Be with me.”

Kenshi curses in Japanese softly under his breath, and Johnny doesn't know why that soft whisper twists his heart, turns him on, he just knew that it does.

AAaaahh!! this paragraph alone drives me crazy! I love a good kiss moment in fics and dear Lord, you did such a fine job on it. Johnny whispering to him, confessing he wants him and only him and Kenshi wanting Johnny back so badly I was listening to this part when I read it; I will love you till the end of time I would wait a million years Promise you'll remember that you're mine) and isn't it how their relationship is? love how you picture it, so sweet and innocent love blooming between two lost souls T.T

However, now as Kenshi looks back at him with a rapt expression, waiting for him to find whatever he's searching for on his body, Johnny finally leans back and basks in the beauty of the tattoos—bold, fierce, and captivating.

His eyes first land on the inked tail of a creature curving around Kenshi's right peck, coiled like protection, guarding the bearer against any harm. Johnny follows the tail writhe over Kenshi's shoulder and to the back, he can just imagine a dragon as the centerpiece on the swordsman's back, exuding an aura of strength and power in its deception. Its scale is intricately inked with a blend of vivid red, deep black, and bright green.

Over Kenshi's heart, the clusters of pink flowers on naked branches sit against the dark black backdrop of the tattoo, a fragility of life itself to the otherwise fierce imagery.

“ Ume ,” Johnny murmurs to himself and Kenshi's response of eyebrow rise confirms his guess.

God I want this part to be written in gold then be tattooed over my body!! Johnny loving Kenshi's tattoos is canon and I can't help, I'm just a simple human but I love a part of story I'm gonna read it again and again before moving to next part!! also this fact that you went and gave him a dragon tattoo too?! I can only imagine him in tiger or dragon tattoo. either one will go perfectly and like how I said once, it's just hot having a Kenshi with dragon tail tattoo over his chest and on his collar bone!!

“Do you like my tattoos that much?” Kenshi asks as Johnny trails his hands along the tattoos of his arms down to the matching oni heads on the backs of his hand.

In Japan culture tattoos are frowned upon but God, do Yakuza look hot with those colorful, traditional art on their body?! I want to hit him!! not only Johnny but whole fandom thinks you're hot with those tattoos, Kenshi!! I hope to see more tattoo appreciation in future chapters hhnn, those are all beautiful arts and colors!

A jar flies off from the top of the side table to Kenshi's waiting palm and Johnny lets out a disbelieved gust of air but fuck him because he can't deny that it is so hot to see a gross abuse of powers for inappropriate ends from the other man.

Johnny isn't alone in here! also, can I just say I loved that part of 'riding fingers' so? Kenshi making Johnny come once untouched and only by his fingers alone I'm!!! I'm SCREAMING here!! Johnny attempting to move the hand away but Kenshi resists, holding him close when Johnny trembles and rides out his pleasure was such an intimate scene hhn and Johnny being like ' you did that on purpose!' after it happened awww!! pouting and being angry at Kenshi because the man made him come untouched hhnn.

The whole love-making scene was really really soft and I don't know how you manage it but when I was talking about exact poses, it looked crude but when you tell them, it looks soft and sweet and so full of love! how you do this? it's a magical ability!!

Johnny tries not to let out an embarrassing whine at the loss of the swordsman's lips on him. In response, Kenshi, correctly interpreting his reluctance as a signaling, grabs one of Johnny's ankles to bring it to his lips, planting a kiss on the thin skin over the bone.

My favourite part of the fic! and oh God isn't it so romantic? kissing at sole and ankles, to me it's like 'I worship that ground these legs blessed by walking on it' not a fetish, it's more like body worship but like how you see in Jane Austen's books! charming, romantic men laying their lover softly between sheets and worshiping them from head to toe.

“Would you be a good boy and stay put,” Johnny chastises him, giddy with excitement before licking Kenshi's erection from hilt to top to take its head in his mouth, sucking it eagerly.

Kenshi throws his head onto the pillow, letting out a shout that's edging an animalistic growl and it's like a melody in his ears as Johnny bobs down the rest in between his hollowed cheeks.

Kenshi watches him, his hands gripping his hip like he gotta leave their prints on it, Johnny feels his gaze on his body as he slows his rhythm down to grind Kenshi's tip into  that  spot just for the swordsman to break it with a rough snap.

Johnny lurches forward, hands landing on Kenshi's chest to catch himself as his inside flutters with the shock of a real thrust. “ Kenshi ,” he tries to say it like a warning but only a wanton moan strung with pure desperation comes out of his lips.

Good God, I can only say this searing desire to own this fic, printing this fic so I can actually touch it, press it to my chest, make animalistic noises while running around the house with this physical copy, God I love love love loved this part! I want to hold you by shoulder and shake you around and around to show you how much I love you!! how much I owe you my life, how much I enjoyed this fic!! thank you so much! oh thank you, thank you for all of this sweet sweet smut!!

Johnny covers his mouth, trying to muffle his moans with his hand but his wrist is suddenly grabbed and roughly slammed onto the sheets beside his head.

“Let me hear you,” Kenshi growls gently in contrast to the ruthless thrusts of his hips and Johnny does exactly what he's told, a lustful moan escaping his mouth.

I love a rough Kenshi as much as soft Kenshi in bed!! this part was soo soo wonderful addition and a nice, fresh change of soft atmosphere and it was very welcomed! I love it how writers mention Kenshi being rough in bed sometimes, I think it's a little nod to his background and I think Johnny likes it too.

Johnny throws his head back for a second, losing himself to the feeling as he bounces with each deep, hard thrust. The pleasure coils tight in his guts and his heart shakes in his ribs with an anticipation or a magic hold, or some damnable combination of both.

Johnny hears Kenshi's orgasm more than feels it when the sound of several crashes and glass shattering blares with all floating furniture and items are dropped to the ground around them.

Dear God, I want to put you under microscope, want to know how you get all this ideas God do you even read your writing?! how you manage to always have the bestest ideas?! subjects floating around when Kenshi is in pleasure state? Johnny throwing his head back while he's bouncing up and down over Kenshi's lap?! dear Lord above, aren't I the luckiest one that I found you on AO3?! your work is a masterpiece of details. even small, but still impressive and God, love it how you always come up with a new idea every chapter!!!

He can just imagine a future with Kenshi where they wake up beside each other, have their meals together, share their space together, Johnny would tell a joke and Kenshi would roll his eyes, they would exist between four walls, steps away from one another, they could love, oh love each other just to fall asleep in their arms. Life's simple pleasure.

“Are you crying?” Kenshi’s surprised voice cuts through the silence.

Kenshi leans forward, placing his lips on Johnny's forehead, and holds him there as long as he needs, as much as the world allows them to be, as big as their hearts beat in the chests.

The ending of chapter is always the important part. It's such breathtaking job (and I mean it) everytime you always manage to write the most effective endings!! God I was tearing up with Johnny at the end while listening to these lyrics;

You are all I want I'm your cherry bomb Live forever young Die when you are gone

Flow Inside When I'm with you I feel alive And we're still lost Together.

Thank you, for gifting us this lovely chapter!! I love and adore anything you write but this chapter? going to stay on my mind forever T.T

Love you so much and have a good day, dear writer!

M.

Chapter 9 is out!!

Chapter summary: they get their shit together ❤️

[tiredmako]

⭒ morning chats ~ jason todd ⭒

golly jeepers its my first official fic on this acc?! originally this was gonna be mr cole cass but... jason todd is just better, yk? yk?!!? also sorry its short... i just wanted to post sum

waking up besides jason todd was a rare occurrence. there was... a lot of reasons for this. be it losing track of time on patrol or deciding to make an early breakfast, this man just never seemed to wake up in bed next to his favorite person.

that special, special person? y/n. duh. who else?

that's why it's so easy to cherish moments like these- moments where jason was peacefully resting across from them, his chest rising and falling as he slept. this was nice. just knowing he was safe instead of risking his life (as he did on a nightly basis) brought a great amount of comfort. it's not like they had anything against his crime fighting- no. quite the opposite. it was something more like... when jason's out in the streets protecting the innocents, who's there to protect him? he was innocent himself, in a way. just a young boy who fell victim to a cruel man. a cruel world.

their train of thought was broken by jason pulling them into his chest. they'd previously had a few inches of distance between them and jason's arms draped around them, which had allowed y/n to more easily admire him. now that he'd pulled them so close to his body, all they could do was softly giggle and bask in his warm embrace.

"you awake, baby?" y/n asked in a hushed whisper, not wanting to wake him if their suspicions were wrong.

"yeah." he mumbled, pressing a kiss against the crown of their head. "how'd you sleep?"

"fine." they shrugged, tracing the scars on his bare back. jason could feel the goosebumps appear on his arms as they did so. their touches were so soft. so gentle- especially compared to the various ways he's received those scars. "you?"

"it was alright. could've been better."

"so, uhm. i had this dream..."

"tell me about it- wait, no. let me guess." jason paused for a moment, thinking. "cannibalistic parrots?"

"i- what?" y/n giggled at his unusual guess. "no, you weirdo. i'm being serious!"

"okay, okay!" jason laughed. "tell me about your dream, love."

"it wasn't anything weird, like you were suggesting." they hummed, sounding slightly more serious. "it was... me and you. but older. we lived in this big, beautiful house with a dog and a cat. there was one more thing, though." y/n paused. "we had a little girl. sheila. we were thinking about another."

jason didn't respond. y/n anxiously swallowed.

"jason?"

"sorry. just thinking." he trailed off for a moment. "is that the kind of thing you'd want? i mean, with me."

"if that's something you want too, then yes. not any time soon, obviously. and jason, i wouldn't want that life with anybody else. you're my favorite person- there isn't any part of you that i don't love. i don't think that'd be possible. you don't have to answer right now, but just something to think about for the future."

jason smiled at their words. they always knew how to make him feel like the most special man in the world- hell, he had to be to have ended up with an angel such as them. he closed his eyes and imagined just what had been described to him. a big, beautiful house. white picket fence and flowers growing in the front hard. a dog and a cat causing ruckus constantly. a little girl to watch grow and teach right from wrong.

a big, beautiful home he could relax in whenever he was stressed or tired. a dog and cat to play with and love. a little girl to dote over and raise. and finally, his beautiful partner waiting for him. maybe, they'd be married too. a wonderful family to come home to and look forward to seeing everyday.

that didn't sound half bad.

"yeah. i think... i think that's the kind of thing i'd want too."

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[mixes-archive]

You know what i need?

I NEED könig with an s/o who also got bullied in childhood, maybe not as much as the big guy but still preaty severe bullying

I don't care if it's headcanons or a scenario i just need this concept in my life

I. Am. Begging. Please

"In der Vergangenheit"

It is my responsibility and job to meet my visitors needs, so please, enjoy! I'm also really sorry if I moved away from the prompt a little, so feel free to request this again if you aren't happy or just want more :)

Also huge warning for self doubt and all the things that come with bullying

VERY ANGSTY, BUT ALSO COMFORT

You and König were alike in a lot of ways. Socially awkward, working for the military and severely bullied as children.

But, there was also something...

He talked about his trauma.

You didn't.

Years of dismissal had led you to just bottle it up until you were seconds away from exploding, letting it all out on whoever was unfortunate enough to be nearest to you.

You two were different in that sense.

.

.

.

He's only mentioned his bullying once, but from what you've heard, it was bad. How hadn't his parents noticed the bruises and scars? Or were they just not bothered to care? No, from what he's described, they do care about him. Then again, he tended to romanticize things...

But who would you be to call him a liar?

One time, when he asked about your childhood, you'd claimed it was good, great even. Many friends, loving family, supportive teachers, you name it.

But there was always just one part you left out. König didn't need to know, it didn't concern him, he had enough going on already. Your pain was nothing compared to his.

And so, the bottling continued.

.

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.

Heavy footsteps crunched against the snow coating the pavement. Luckily, some neighbor had salted the sidewalks a few days ago, just before the snow fell down hard.

Your heavy and erratic breaths painted the air with white clouds. König had told you that as a child, he pretended to smoke a cigarette whenever the temperatures dropped so low, it was a nice moment you shared. God, you couldn't wait to be back in his arms.

Today had just been too much. Too loud, too busy, to fast and too slow at the same time. You just wanted to go home.

Wrapping your coat tighter around your body, you sped up, finally seeing the only house on the street with the lights still on at this ungodly hour. Hopefully, he wasn't still awake and just left the light on as a courtesy.

You searched your bag for the key, quickly growing frustrated at your inability to find it, letting out a loud groan just in time for the door to open to reveal your lover.

His bright smiled dropped at the sight of you, tear stained cheeks, puffy eyes and a less than pleased look. König wrapped you in his arms and pulled you inside.

Your eyes were fixed on the ground, but you could feel him gently removing your coat and untying your shoes. His voice seemed almost distant as he asked if you could just slightly stand up on one foot so he could take them off, patting your quads as a thanks for doing so.

He could tell you weren't quite there.

That terrified you. The thought of someone seeing you at your weakest again...

The tears fell before you could think about it.

You found yourself carried to the couch, thick blanket wrapped around you, a cup of tea in your hand, the steam warming your cheeks still frozen from being outside so long. He sat next to you, gently running his hands up and down your arms. A pleasant silence overtook you both as you slowly started to calm down, but still on edge.

.

.

.

"Are you okay?"

God, how you hated that question. You couldn't keep count of how many times you'd been asked that. They didn't care, just asking to seem like they did. A polite question really, but useless and hurtful in the long run.

Earnest answers were never appreciated in this situation, you'd gotten used to coming up with excuses for watery eyes or a sour face.

But today was the last straw.

"What do you fucking think, Einstein? Do I look okay, do you honestly think that I'm just the slightest bit okay?? Honestly, what the fuck is wrong with you?"

His face dropped even further, frown very visible. Yet, he didn't look angry. He never did.

"Look I- I don't know what's going on, but do not take this out on me. I love you, you know that, but screaming will get you nowhere. I'd know."

The words didn't quite register in your mind, you tried your best to wiggle out of his grasp, but the more you struggled, the tighter he held on. His volume rose the more he spoke.

"Running away won't fix this, Schatz. We need to talk this out this time."

"Let go of me."

"No, this happened before and I gave up then, but not now."

"Please."

Uncontrollable sobs left you as he sank you further into a hug, ignoring your punches and clawing.

It reminded you, no- it sent you back to the moment that started it all. Started your suffering. The katalyst, and you were trapped in that memories grasp.

"Please! I- I promise I didn't tell them anything! I c- couldn't do that please leave me alone please!"

"Oh." Königs voice audibly trembled, his grip loosening as you stopped struggling and let your body sink into him. He slowly raised his arms to rub soothing circles intk your back.

"You should've told me, Dirndl." you clung to his shirt as your sobbing slowly stopped.

"I know, it's just that- God I don't know actually... I'm sorry"

"Nein, shhh... Du musst dich für nichts entschuldigen, du hattest bestimmt deine Gründe."¹

He stood up with you, carrying the sad heap you were to the bedroom, gently laying you down on the bed. "Do you want to talk about it? Oh, you're still really cold, maybe over a bath?"

"That sounds... Nice, thank you, König..."

"Kein Problem, Maus.² Now, what are their names?"

Translation

¹"No, shhhh... You don't have to apologize, you must've had your reasons."

²"No problem, mouse"

[thevalicemultiverse]

The corpse is that of a young man, sporting messy black (or is it a deep indigo?) hair, the blue skin that her father always told her was typical of the dead, and a MASSIVE hole through his left eye socket. It is not particularly hard to tell how this young man died. The rest of his face is a bit scarred, but otherwise pleasant enough to look at -- the remaining eye is brown, the nose might be described as "Roman," the cheeks surprisingly full for a dead person. He's wearing a simple white shirt and black trousers under what is clearly a homemade cape, red and covered in shiny stars. He stares at Madeline for a moment, apparently as surprised to see her as she is to see him.

Then he claps his hands. "So it did work! I wasn't sure for a moment, since, well, this is a cemetery...sorry if I scared you, by the way," he adds, looking a bit sheepish. "I was very interested in getting the spell to work, and I didn't expect anyone to be here." He looks around, getting a sense of the place. "I'd forgotten how nice the air smells up here! You get used to the stench of rot very quickly when you're dead."

He gives himself a shake and offers up another, embarrassed smile. "Ah -- right. Probably should -- I'm Clarence Wilforth. I'd say that Clarence Wilforth, but I don't know if you're familiar with my name -- or, uh, how I died...anyway, you are?"

" hi grandma . . . hi grandpa . . . and hi , aunt lizzie . "

the young woman kneels in front of the gravesite of her extended family -- her mother's family , that is . never got to meet them while they were living , but since this was part of their family trip to england , they all decided a trip to their final resting places would be a good stop .

it's hard , seeing her mother in such a vulnerable state . to see her struggling to get any words out between broken sobs , trying to give the family an update on how they're all doing . not that it would do any good , maddie thought . sure , if her father is right , and there is a land of the dead , they'd be happy living their undead lives below , but they still wouldn't hear her . better to keep that thought to herself , though .

after the tearful monologue from her mother and the good wishes from victor , madeline stayed by the graves , asking for a bit of privacy for her piece .

so here she is , unsure of how or even where to start . " i . . . god , i don't even know what i'm doing , " she admits , tucking a strand of hair behind her ear . " even if you could hear me , which i'm pretty sure you can't , i don't even know what to tell you guys . my life has been both amazing and a disaster , and i'm not even sure you want to stay that long to hear it .

" i dunno , i wish i could actually talk to you guys . to actually meet the people who gave mum such a good life before it was wrongly taken from her . i mean , if i could travel down there just like dad did , i'd probably have more to say . . . whatever , i hope you all are partying hard down there . "

madeline stands , and turns her back , but not before she hears a gentle whoosh , the coldness of the source pricking at her skin . her parents are back at the car by now , but she can't help but turn around to find-

a corpse standing behind her .

@thevalicemultiverse

[navybrat817]

Ahh! I love this. And it inspired me. And, yes, I'm pretending that is Bucky.

Ruined

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, feels

18+ Please!!!

This is not beta-read, so any and all mistakes are my own.

You didn't expect to meet him tonight…your savior. A knight who swooped in to stop some drunk prick who kept hitting on you. A white knight didn't describe him well enough. He was something darker...fiercer...and the smirk he gave delivered a promise you hoped he intended to keep.

"Hey, doll," his voice made you inhale sharply and you couldn't believe a stranger had this power over you. It would have been too easy for him to drag you away to make you his. That feeling only grew stronger when he grabbed the other guy by the collar. He had...metal fingers. What would it feel like to have them touch you?

"I don't want any trouble," the guy stammered.

"You asked for it when you bothered her. Apologize and make sure we believe it."

"I'm sorry," he got out. He looked like he pissed his pants.

"Good enough for you?" he asked, his tone noticeably sweeter when he addressed you.

Could you handle yourself? Of course. But...it felt nice to have someone defend you. "Good enough."

"Now fuck off," he said through his teeth, shoving the now terrified prick back.

"Thank you for that. Can I buy you a drink?" you offered.

"I'd rather get your name, if you don't mind," he answered as he sat beside you.

You smiled softly as you told him. "And do I get the pleasure of your name?"

"I'm Bucky," he smirked. "And I haven't pleasured you yet."

Any other guy, you likely would have laughed. Coming from him, it made you want to be pliant under his demands. "You say that like it's a sure thing."

"I haven't had a sure thing in a long time."

"Neither have I."

You didn't leave the bar with him immediately. The two of you talked, facing each other more as time passed. You were drunk on his voice and the look in his eyes. At one point, he placed his hand on your thigh. The action told you everything you needed to know and nothing at all. You craved more and prayed it wouldn't just be a fleeting moment.

"Take me somewhere," you practically begged.

"Where?" he breathed.

"Anywhere."

Offering your body to a stranger didn't scare you. What scared you was how he didn't seem like a stranger at all. The fear triggered an adrenaline rush and you felt it mix with your arousal as your back hit the bed. You didn't even recall getting through the door.

Clothes fell around you and to the floor, forgotten as you took in the sight of his body. He truly was like a knight with the scars. Maybe one day he'd tell you the story of how he got them. He gazed intently at you before he looked you over in kind. If he spotted your imperfections, he didn't make it known. He looked at you like you were an offering...a gift.

Your lips parted as he leaned in for a scorching kiss, his tongue soothing the burn that didn't exist. His fingers breached you, but you were somehow ready for him. That's what you told yourself as he stretched you, trying in vain to fuck yourself on his fingers to get some relief. He refused to give you any.

"You'll come on my cock, doll. I promise. You'll take it so beautifully, won't you?"

"Please," you hissed as he took his fingers out, feeling the thick head replace them before you could blink.

"Let me in," he whispered, pressing into your willing heat. You trembled as the words repeated like a mantra in your head. You let him into your body, but his eyes said it wasn't enough.

"Ruin me," you whispered.

And he did.

You mewled as he fucked into you, making you take him deeper with each drive of his hips. His cock hit parts of you that you only dreamt about. You couldn't think with him inside you and you didn't want to. All you needed was that moment of bliss. And him. You needed…

"That's it, doll. Fucking take me," he growled, his thrusts growing rougher as you moaned. You took everything and wondered how wrecked you looked underneath him. "May have to...keep you."

You clenched around him, telling him with your body what you didn't dare to speak. "Keep me. Please, don't let me go." You'd give everything. All he had to ask.

You cried out as he lifted your hips, grinding hard into this spot no one else could ever find. You felt like a toy being pulled back and forth, his girth making itself home over and over. "You want me to keep you? Tell me."

"Yes, please!" you cried, your eyes burning with unshed years. Your body shook, the intensity threatening to drive you insane. You were the one who asked to be ruined, but you wanted him ruined, too. You wanted to leave your mark on him. Was it too much to ask to be unforgettable?

"Then come for me," he demanded.

You experienced orgasms before, but those were nothing compared to the euphoric waves he pulled you into. While previous ones fizzled, this was a finale of fireworks. It went on and on, picking up as soon as you thought it would end. It didn't end when you felt heat flood you, his orgasm triggering another. Your body never felt so sensitive, but it wasn't just your body now.

You let out a broken moan as he finished coming, fucking it into you until he couldn't continue. Your mind felt fuzzy even as you came back to yourself, gasping when he moved to his back and pulled you on top of him. He managed to stay inside you as he did and the feel was strangely comforting. Why was the pull toward him so strong? So right?

"Did I ruin you?" he asked as you caught your breath.

"Yes," you whispered, his lips brushing your forehead.

"I'm just getting started, doll."

[rhywhitefang]

Blank Rune References Part 1

Oxyll looks like such a sadboy and well, he is one. decided to do everyone in the beginning, shortly before the arena, I suppose, for simplicities sake and I was so caught up by the novelty of Oxyll having arms that I almost forgot to draw his prosthetic

Copper will always be Naruto Copper in my mind, sorry not sorry </3

Kain looks like such a nice young man lol, he awakens my auntie instinct, I want to make him pancakes and pinch his cheeks. I felt a bit self-indulgent giving him curls. But you know what? I'm allowed, nothing in canon contradicts me. You know what canon *does* specify about him though? Blond.

Midas is a bit leaner than I wanted him to be, but I don't think it looks too wrong^^

I was aiming for more of a strawberry blond for esca's hair, and I think with the contrast it leans more reddish here, but the actual color really does have the blond in it, belive me

I'm sorry Phi but the moustache stays ON ihrpgrpg

I tried very consciously to make Lexy and Skipio look like siblings, and they do have the same color palette for that reason. Idk if Lexa's earrings are canonically dangly or not (I think they're studs in the canon, but they might not be that closely described) but they show up more clearly like that. She also has pink hairties (Even though in canon I think she wears her hair loose? It's unclear when you look at the passage. It could also be describing pigtails, but I Phi might've been picturing loose hair...)

I almost forgot Skipio's glasses on my first draft, shame on me. They're important! Also I always headcanoned Skipio as pretty tall (mittelgroß anyone...)

Ah Lyn.... I also put her hair up in a ponytail, just because it makes more sense for a practical character like her. Crossed arms because I didn't want to bother with drawing scars, sorry, so now they're obscured by the angle.

Idk if I'm fully happy with Pan's hair. It went through a few iterations and I still don't think I got it quite right by the end.

I had already drawn June by the time I got to Liam (i just want to upload this in the proper order) so I could do the same thing I did with the other pair of siblings, and take her coloring for him as well.

In the white arena poncho, Tave's skintown really does have almost a jaundice to it. Rip to Gouda.

[owlsinathens]

HotD or TOW the Pulled Pork

Excuse me for a second - a PUG????? A fucking PUG???? I mean. Are there pugs in the world of Ice and Fire? I did a search of the books for any mention and I did find loads of Germ describing people as pug nosed, which would imply that people know what a pug is, but no mention of an actual PUG pug, so my guess is Germ just didn't think about it twice. But omg that dog stuck out like a sore thumb, especially it being a rather modern type of pug bread with the completely flat nose. Anyway.

I was a bit meh at the whole crabfucker thing. Like, he's this super evil guy (is it greyscale or burn scars? I thought the latter but have read otherwise) that Daemon and the Velaryons have been fighting for over 3 years and then it gets resolved in 10 minutes just because Daemon couldn't bear to have Viserys' help?? But oh oh oh Seasmoke was glorious.

Which brings me to Caraxes - he's so much more snakelike than the other dragons. Blood wyrm, indeed. Reminds me a little of a scaly, not very nice Falkor with wings.

Jason Lannister, huh? He certainly lacks the charms and good looks of his descendants. Also did he really try to fucking roofie the princess in a camp full of people??

I love how The Rains of Castamere is woven into the soundtrack once again. Gives me chills every single time.

Viserys really is a sympathetic fellow, at least to me, for now. Not a good or a bad king, but very mediocre. I think he really really wants to be a good king, a good husband, a good father, but he's just not that good at executing it. Paddy Considine is killing it with his portrayal.

Which brings me to Rhaenyra. She's a bratty, sullen teenager and I love her. I love Milly Alcott, I'll be so sorry to see her go. The pulled pork scene was really great, as was her marching into camp streaked with blood like the warrior she is/will be.

Still don't like Criston Cole, but he does cut a fine kingsguard.

The clothes. The clothes, the clothes, the clothes. I love every single outfit Rhaenyra wears. Alicent's too, but especially Rhaenyra's.

Not sure about Otto still. He's definitely a scheming scarecrow, but - and here I go comparing again - he seems like a weird mix between Tywin and Littlefinger without their respective 'geniuses' - will see how he develops. Don't like.

I don't know if anyone remembers that weird Robin Hood anime? I don't remember anything except the intro (in German tho), a knight dude I kinda fancied named Gilbert - and some sort of mystical white stag. Although that one had a cross between its antlers iirc.

I noticed the missing fingers - is Viserys being taken apart bit by bit by that goddamn throne?? I mean. Take some care, my man! Remember what happened to Maegor I!

And last, but not least, I know Daemon didn't say a single word but yeah this episode has cemented it for me: Matt Smith is invoking Iwan Rheon's Ramsay in his portrayal of Daemon. The body language, the mimic, etc. Hubby agrees on that, but then he still can't tell people apart, so yeah. I'm curious to see how the character develops, he's interesting enough, but oh I loathe him.

I still like this series.

[emeraldwhump]

I'm sorry for not posting, I'm in the midst of finals and my thesis defense date is getting dangerously close, but today (24th June) is twins birthday and I actually have something nice and sweet for Vivianne planned as a gift lol.(Unfortunately for Cole I only have time for one, and honestly he had much better time than Viv lately so)

I promise I'll get more into Viv's relationship with Jude and how it affected her on this blog just give me time, for now just believe me it was bad and have a glimpse into the future and her birthday gift - her next partner after him - Jasper, they aren't in an exclusive relationship its more fwb situation but he's nice to her! Wow I know. It's at the point where they just started seeing each other.

More about Jasper, Masterlist

Jasper was laying on the couch, reading students' papers, Vivianne was curled up against him, napping.

Admittedly it wasn't what they've met for, they weren't in a relationship to just lounge around in his apartment like that, it was supposed to be just a quick fuck session maybe a cup of tea later, just a simple friends with benefits situation with no additional strings attached but...

Jasper had to be honest with himself and admit that he liked the girl, much more than his usual hookups, so when she came to his apartment and looked tired and not really in the mood, Jasper was sort of relieved, especially because she agreed to drink a cup of tea with him, actually he was happy about getting to spend time with her, like that which worried him - he never used to stay with one partner for a long time and Vivianne has made it clear that she doesn't want a relationship.

Jasper didn't exactly know why, and what happened but sometimes she acted very nervous, scared almost so he was sure that it wasn't just her preference, something had to happen, for her not to want to go into a relationship.

And usually Jasper would be over the moon with that arrangement, but now he was perfectly content with her just laying quietly next to him, not even bothered by her hair being everywhere, along with his eyes and mouth. Another unfamiliar experience was the fact that thinking about her with other people made him unreasonably frustrated, while normally Jasper didn't give a flying fuck about what other people he was seeing were doing in their spare time.

Jasper knitted his brows and looked down at her, his attention was drawn to her shoulder, as the neckline of her sweater shifted revealing an array of pearly white scars, tons of small short ones filled the background with one long thick line cutting through the rest, he lightly rubbed his thumb against them.

Vivianne took a sharp breath and opened her eyes, stifling slightly.

"I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" Jasper asked moving his hand back. Vivianne rolled to the other side, so she was now facing the same direction as him.

"No. It isn't exactly pleasant, but it's not painful either" She answered, and lied her head down on his shoulder again, which Jasper used to lean his cheek on the top of it.

A few moments went in silence, as Jasper played with her hair quietly moving a strand of it between his fingers.

"I like you" He blurted out, and blinked surprised by this sudden need to put it out there. Vivianne made a sound that Jasper could only describe as a light amused scoff, as she turned back to face him, and put her arm around his chest.

"You're nice..."

"You sound surprised" Jasper noticed, interrupting her - her reaction interested him, it didn't seem negative, but at the same time the tone of her voice was way more surprised for it to be just because he said ot out of nowhere and after all it's not like Jasper has told her that he loved her or proposed to her.

"I mean it's not that wierd to at least like someone you sleep with, and to be nice to them?" Alright maybe it wasn't Jasper's approach every time, but come on its not a controversial opinion.

Vivianne sighed, and thought for a moment clearly trying to decide if she should say something or not, finally she set her eyes down, avoiding looking at Jasper's face and nervously tucked her hair behind her ear.

"I-i don't think my previous partners liked me, not really - they usually just wanted something from me, sex, money whatever, but - but didn't like me, I would say some hated me really... " She took a deep breath, and Jasper noticed her hands shaking slightly as she continued "E-even though I was trying, I really was at first at least but it never seemed to -... I guess I'm just not a person who you like easily - and that.. well it doesn't really come with being nice to me, even though sometimes that's all I wanted - "

It was clear that talking about it got harder and harder for her as she went on, so instead of letting her continue, Jasper leaned in and kissed her.

"Well I like you. A lot." He said with his mouth still right next to her lips.

"I told you - I can't.. I don't want to be in relationship not yet-" Vivianne moved back a little and smiled sadly.

"It's alright, we can be whatever you want us to be, and we can go as slow as you like okay?"

Vivianne smiled again, but this time with a happier smile, and Jasper tilted her head back to kiss her again. After a moment of that he stopped and propped himself in his elbows.

"There's one condition though - I'm going to be nice to you"

Vivianne laughed but hugged him burying her face in his chest.

"Yeah?" She asked with a slight sarcastic tone.

"Yeah. And I'm going to start right now." Jasper propped his chin on the top of her head, which gave him an excellent view on the cascade of white hair falling onto her back.

"I love your hair it's so pretty..." He said and took a few strands letting them fall freely from his hand "and soft, and... pearly" It fascinated him how the light played in them, under certain lighting her hair seemed almost translucent.

Jasper was interrupted by her laugh.

"Pearly? I really hope that you're more creative with music than poetry" Vivianne scoffed. Jasper just smirked and kissed her.

tagging a few people: see sometimes I'm nice to her! I love her I promise lol.

@painful-pooch @whumper-in-training @egg-writes-whump @for-the-love-of-nsfwhump @whumpy-arts-and-crafts @whump-world @winedark-whump