#My crime for using google doc >:p

[almacambiondaughterofsaleos]

Morning this is your local Stritzo anon. I’ve got more shots and takes to say about HH/HB & the indie animation’s biggest fraud Viv. Yes someone put that as their title in their google doc chock full of evidence so I’m going to use that to insult her lol.

Suddenly, the fan redesigns are better than canon, at least not too much details are added, no eye scream for me thank god. Unfortunately I recall a popular YouTube artist LavenderTowne getting harassed over it. 😬 Guess the sheep followers just wanna hate for no good reason after all…

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Wouldn’t it make more sense for sinners to be the lowest caste, just below the imps and hellhounds? I mean they’re former human mortals who did nasty crimes that barred them from entering Heaven. Or Purgatory kicking them out for being too much for their standards. Ex. Obsessive stalkerish behaviors of hate or love (refusing to let go of someone), murder out of selfish reasons, you get the gist. That’s just my opinion on this no?

I HC Purgatory to be a neutral yet judging ground for spirits, demons and angels. Any one of these three are allowed to stick around forever or await their trial.

One restricted area could be the spirits awaiting their trail bc their sins’ weight equals their virtues’ weight. This could be the judge and/or jury deciding their fate depending on the severity of their sins. “But he/she/they had many achievements like helping out their community!” “Yes but let’s not forget their literal crime(s)!”

In another restricted area, the most vile spirits and Demons meeting up angels like prisoners chatting with their friends and loved ones, separated by a clear barrier. Spirits saying their last words before their trial and demons given the rare chance to see the ones they genuinely care even after so long. The guards watch, making sure no foul play or sus behavior from either side is at hand.

However, the demons sent to Hell for lesser crimes have to wear a bracelet tracker that prevents them from escaping. They have more freedom to walk around certain areas and chat but aren’t allowed into Heaven.

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Canon HB is now the walking stereotype of horrendously written yaoi instead of talking about assassins from Hell. Ngl, canon yaoi is worse than canon yaoi these days compared to the distant past of the 2000s. Because at least for some modern fanon Yaoi people, they are somewhat civil and don’t shove their precious ships down others’ throats. I mean some ppl at least did their research and be like, “huh, yaoi/yuri is no different than heterosexual ships. Just gotta keep things canon accurate, no bashing man.”

However! When there’s canon Yaoi, ppl usually become uber cultish. “But It’s can0N! How dare you!” Bitch what? I didn’t see such close minded behavior on the canon cishet ships!

When allegations of Viv popped up like years ago, several ppl and I thought that behavior callouts were small/petty compared to actual legitimate grievances. But when the real evidence of her genuine misdeeds showed up in the 2020s (underpaying workers, the playbill incident, etc.), I was like “if there’s hard evidence of the latter then those people were right about the former being a person with a nasty attitude.”

Ngl, preordered apps are more trustworthy than prepaid physical items bc you never know when you might get ‘em. I really dodged a bullet with the fraudster’s merch when it comes to online shopping. I’ll just go to other ppl’s shops thank you very much.

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The anti/pro shipping discourse is petty compared to what’s mentioned above! Both sides have their extremists and close minded sheep! I’m an ex anti, I felt like a weight has been lifted after unfollowing some rabid antis years ago and deleting some anti reblogs. I applaud the antis who don’t associate themselves with the misinformation spreaders (doctored or just no evidence), harassers and doxxers ruining people’s lives over fiction. (Unless there’s clear hard evidence of that person doing criminal activity.) I also approve of the pro shippers who don’t but into other ppl’s turf that clearly said “DNI X”. I mean if someone’s not comfortable or detests certain things, just move on or even block. Not create a hate campaign on those users.

Not all antis and proshippers are the same! People have their own experiences! Yes, taste of fiction is subjective but if that preference is seen as genuinely problematic in rl, it’s best to not get too comfy showing that off. I mean why are most ppl giving y’all the side eye for that?

I agree. I was a fan when COVID hit and as a result I embraced the fandom. I really thought we were going to get something great with her verse, but as you said she's too much of a fangirl of her own work and not a creator who focuses on a good story. She favors the fandom part of the creation rather than the product of it. And all of what you said would have made a better story than what we got here.

[lapsusophobia]

Lighting in a bottle

Status: scrapped/unfinished (possibly forever)

TW: Implied/Referenced Character Death/Suicide

Pair(s): Implied/Referenced Raoulstine (altho I wouldn’t really count it)

Note: what better way to celebrate my comeback than by posting an unfinished piece of POTO one shot which has been laying in my Google Docs for two months and a half now?

loosely inspired by this scene from Final Lair from the Romanian 2023 production (I will never shut up about how much I love the Romania production)

one day, hopefully, I’ll find the inspiration to write a more in depth piece surrounding this scene and maybe even a full fic based on this production. anyways, enjoy. xx

“I want you to be my one and only. . .” Eurydice sang as tears began to form in the corners of her stormy gray eyes, but pressed them shut as she stepped back to the gates of Inferno, almost as if she didn’t want him to see those salty crystals of sorrow dancing in her gaze. He felt his heart cracking when the metallic sound of the gates closing made it to his ears, biting his tongue so he wouldn't scream in agony. Or talk at all, because if he did he wasn’t sure he would have achieved anything good.

“Tell me where you wish to go, and I will follow you. . . ” already up a few good stairs, Orpheus offered his hand to his beloved one, ready to take his loved one home.

Then the gates shut closed, yet unlocked, and like a prisoner he found himself crawling to the bars, only to catch the most horrendous view his damned eyes had ever laid on.

Eurydice took her lover’s hand, her cheeks red and swollen with tears.

“Let us share a day, a year, a lifetime. . .” Eurydice ended their duet in a woeful manner, her voice trembling as she embraced Orpheus and they climbed back into the Living World together.

Orpheus triumphed. He saved his adored Eurydice from the Underworld. They were going to spend the rest of their lives in bliss and joy, bathed in each other’s love forevermore.

And he would rot in these damned cellars for the rest of his miserable existence.

‘Come back to me.’ he wanted to say. ‘Come back to me and I promise I will be good. I will cherish and adore you like my most valuable possession. I will swallow you in the most ethereal tunes possible by daylight, and at night I will sing you to sleep. I will love you, but I will try to do it good this time: I will try to love you like a man, I will try to love you as he does! I will love you better than him! I will do anything! I will get you everything your golden heart desires and lay them at your feet! I will wipe away those poisonous tears that had dared sheed across your beautiful cheeks! I will make you happy! I will. . .’

I will love. I will set your wings free. I will mold myself into a man for you. But not a single I should’ve done better. I should’ve been better. I should’ve listened. . .

He rose from the ground, knees shaking, his own eyes trembling and glassy as he held back his own tears. Then he gazed at the rope only feet away from him, hanging in the middle of the cellar. Tied in a perfect, round loop, tight enough to steal one’s breath and never give it back. It was a merciful way to take one’s life, he thought. It spared the man of the cold blade of a knife, the painful kiss of a bullet at the temple of the head. It was a human death, something which was not granted anymore, not even to the less guilty ones. Nowadays even being born was considered a crime if your eyes or hair color or lips weren’t of the liking of your own parents. Or if your face was the result of all human catastrophes put together, no matter how full of love your very heart was.

No pain. Only for a moment, and then it would pass, fade away into the abyss of the unknown and drag his soul along with it. His fists wouldn’t clench anymore, his brows wouldn’t frown anymore in anger and envy and hatred would finally stop pumping life into his miserable heart.

He would finally be pure.

‘. . . I will even cease to exist for your own peace .’

[emmaestrella]

redone bc i got bored of the old one :P

hi!!! i’m emma but u can call me em!! i use they/she + fae/faer pronouns! i’m just a girl trying to figure life out and have a lil fun doing it!! i am an avid hermitcraft and life series enjoyer and watch gem, pearl, skizz, tango, scar, cleo, and etho!! i have a ton of hobbies and i’m not particularly good at some of them but i have fun n thats what matters :D

my ao3

interests: hermitcraft! sos smp life series asmp stardew valley acnh taylor swift crane wives ajr

hobbies: playing the trumpet doing puzzles reading drawing writing poetry winterguard! doing makeup

bonus info!! my favorite color is purple :D i really really like taylor swift, i’m neurodivergent, i’m in marching band!! i use tone tags a lot and don’t tag reblogs but i’m trying to be better. i don’t post a ton here but i wanna post more :D

tags! #em’s rambles is my (as i affectionately call it) random bullshit tag: it’s where all of my text posts (rants, infodumps, shitposts, etc.) go!! #em doodles is my art tag!! i mostly doodle and rarely do full fledged drawings so i figured it was appropriate #em writes is my poetry tag! i have a lot of notes app/google docs poetry i wanna share with y’all so it’ll go here #em answers if any of u send me asks they’ll go here!! #em plays is my music tag!! ive been messing around with playing things (ahem taylor swift) on piano and my trumpet and any recordings i take will go here!!

userboxes! (i could not find an adhd one sadly)

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[sunstvne-testinghaii]

#    SUNSTVNE    ,  independent  and  original  multimuse.  minors  please  don’t  interact  !  mature  /  dark  themes  will  be  handled  –  as  well  as  slices  of  life  and  all  things  romantic.  temp.  rules  and  muses  below  ;  whole  blog  under  co.  affiliated  with  startold      ◜☆◞      written by  cassie,  she  /  her,  twenty9 years.

You can find a google doc of this whole pinned post with singular spacing and no colors here.

#    RULES    .

low  and  relaxed  activity  ;  posts  will  be  queued  here  and  then.  highly  adaptable  with  formatting  and  always  happy  to  change  things  up  !  although  i  personally  prefer  to  use  small  font,  double  space  and  medium  sized  gifs.  but  again,  i’m  always  willing  to  adapt  my  formatting  for  you,  just  let  me  know.  ♡

racism,  discrimination  and  any  form  of  hate  won’t  be  tolerated  at  all.  while  some  themes  that  are  considered  dark  (  such  as  crimes,  kidnapping,  cults,  etc.  )  will  be  written  on  this  blog,  all  of  them  will  be  tagged.  do  not  engage  with  me  if  you  write  excessive  self  harm,  drug  abuse,  suicidal  thoughts,  suicide,  b*stiality,  p*dophiliy  or  inc*st  !!

multiship  and  multiverse  ;  all  of  my  muses  can  be  thrown  in  any  verse,  setting,  dynamic  or  relationship  !  and  i’m  always  eager  to  explore  all  of  them.  please  keep  in  mind  that  some  of  my  muses  are  not  necessarily  nice,  though.

banned  are  deceased,  minors,  and  the  ones  that  have  stated  that  they  don’t  want  to  be  used  as  a  faceclaim.  elizabeth olsen, manny montana. more  to  be  announced.

#    MUSES    .

javier  morales  —  con  artist,  thief  &  professional  liar.  he  /  him  pronouns,  bisexual.  43  years.  one  hell  of  a  charmer  ;  nobody  can  resist  that  cheeky  smile  of  his.  extremely  protective,  smart,  well  spoken  and  truly  a  chameleon.  (  pedro  pascal  )  /  used  to  have  his  own  blog  a  while  ago.

vimala  kumar  —  lawyer;  divorce  lawyer.  she  /  her  pronouns,  bisexual.  30  years.  a  badass  in  heels,  really.  participated  in  beauty  pageants.  quite  cold  and  reserved  at  first,  but  also  loving  and  utmost  trustworthy.  fun  once  you  pass  the  sarcastic  layer.  (  sobhita  dhulipala  )

meryem  sancar  —  call  center  employee.  she  /  her  pronouns,  bisexual.  25  years.  her  long,  brown  curls  are  her  statement.  bubbly,  confident  and  self  proclaimed  fashionista.  usually  gets  her  way,  but  was  in  no  way  pampered  by  her  family.  (  cemre  baysel  )

maxime  grandis  —  bartender.  he  /  him  pronouns,  pansexual.  23  years.  independent  and  adventurous,  sometimes  a  bit  too  much  for  his  own  good.  used  to  be  a  loner  in  school  and  it  truly  shaped  him.  jealous,  insecure.  (  thomas  weatherall  )

loren  melo  —  journalist,  tv  presenter.  she  /  her  pronouns,  lesbian.  28  years.  usually  very  busy  either  with  work,  after  work  activities  or  hobbies  –  a  true  workaholic.  literally  knew  from  a  very  young  age  that  she  wanted  to  become  a  journalist.  opinionated,  righteous.  (  ariana  grande  )

please  note,  that  this  muse  part  is  constantly  under  co!

[sweatandwoe]

hello may i please have some coochie- I mean, can i get some silco BDSM smut and make it extra nasty, hold the ketchup and add an extra large pickle -xoxoChickenparm

You may have all the coochie @chickenparm mother of simps. Also I made sure to add the extra large pickle, and some extra large reading cause this thing is over 7.6K words (17 pages on a google doc). So enjoy and look at all these warnings, ahahahaha

Warnings: Silco x fem!reader, BDSM (the entire thing is about that), Silco being a bad dom one time, bondage, blindfolds, p in v sex, vaginal fingering, a bit of pussy licking, anal sex, anal fingering, degradation, aftercare

He had you propped up against a wall. Your hands were pushed in between both of your chests, the rope digging into your wrists. Your legs were hooked around his hips, as he thrusted into you, with long slow thrusts, one hand on your thigh and keeping it lifted.

“Do you like that, sweetheart?” His voice was warm, close by. The blindfold pressed tightly to your face. “Does it feel good when I fuck you like this?”

You gave a small nod. And his other hand came down onto your face, a slight slap to your cheek. He held it there, rubbing away the shock from your skin, moving his thumb along your cheek to cup it in hand. His voice was like a growl. “Manners.”

“Yes, Sir.” You arched your neck, and he accepted the invitation. Mouth moving to leave a mark there. You gasped at the feel of his teeth, your hands struggling against their bonds. His thrusts deepened, pushing you harder against the wall.

And his fingers brushed over your blindfold, as his hand moved from your face.

–

The last month had been quiet. Your job hadn’t been eventful, the same old desk job you’d had for some time. Doing the manager work at the Mine, keeping files organised, doing payroll, sick leave, bonuses.

It was often enough that you were usually stressed to shit from it. But luckily, life had decided to cut you a break.

Your hand ran along your wrist. You had been doing this more often than not in the past month. There were no more burns from the rope that had been along your wrist, no bruises anymore. But the touch was a little comforting. Even if you hadn’t had anything tied around them in a month.

You heard a call of your name, and peered up. Mr. Delk was the yordle who had owned the mine for the past century. He smiled as he approached you. “Working late again?”

You gave a hum, and a nod. “Weekend’s coming up, and I’d rather not stay late on a friday.”

His brow furrowed. “I thought it was thursdays and tuesdays evenings you needed to be freed up?”

You felt a fresh shot of heat run to your face. “No, I decided to stop taking my lessons. I wasn’t enjoying it.”

“That’s disappointing to hear. But at least you’ve learned at least some skill. I should ask you to perform the piano for us later.” He smiled, always trying to see something good in a sad moment. You were quick to suggest that didn’t happen. And then he shifted his feet. “I’ve brokered a deal. We’ve finally made the sale.”

You blinked in surprise. Since you had started, Mr. Delk had been trying to see the mine. So far, he had no takers. You thought it was because he asked for too much, including the keeping of the same staff. At least for a few months.

“Congratulations, Mr. Delk.” You offered, smiling warmly. “I’d offer a drink, but I’m afraid I don’t keep any at my desk.”

He waved off your attempt at a joke. “I’ve already ordered a nice lunch for everyone tomorrow.” His feet shifted again. “I have to announce who it is, in case… people no longer wish to work here.”

“Chembaron?” Mr. Delk was wealthy but didn’t go into crime like most other people in Zaun. It was why many people had sought you to work for him.

He gave a nod, green eyes sad. “Yes. Silco.”

That made your entire body tense, your heart suddenly in your throat and you could feel it beating quickly. You almost snapped your pen from how hard you gripped it. He blinked at your reaction, his furry brow knitting together. “Are you alright?”

“Fine.” You managed, taking a deep breath through your nose. “I… I can’t work under him, Mr. Delk.”

He frowned. “He’s offering a bonus for all managers who stay at least to train.”

You would need money if you were leaving your job. But it made your shoulders still tense. Your wrists burned at the familiar feeling. Of a red and blue eye staring at you, wide and in horror. You forced that thought away, and looked over at the yordle.“How long?”

“Two months.”

“When does he start?”

“He officially is the owner at the end of the week.” Two days.

You rubbed your fingers along your brow, to the bridge of your nose. Your head suddenly throbbing as you considered it. He probably wouldn’t be dealing with you. You’d just train whatever underling he picked, teach them how to do your job and get out of there.

“I’ll stay for two months.”

Mr. Delk was excited, and you listened half heartedly at his retirement plans. He escorted you out once your paperwork was done. And once you began to walk home, you ran a hand over your wrists.

The pain hadn’t been long. It had only lasted a few days. But every so often, usually if you thought of him, they’d begin to ache again. As though it was a physical reminder, to keep your thoughts away from any positive light.

The next day Mr. Delk informed the staff of the news. And to your surprise, only a

handful of people quit. Apparently Silco was one of the best of the Chembarons to work for. Which was more surprising, considering he was the leader of them. The unofficial king of Zaun.

And the day afterward, in the afternoon he had closed early. Instead calling for a somewhat party in the lower level, with a makeshift stage even created for it.

A farewell/congratulations event for Mr. Delk. You stayed towards the back of it, trying to stay just long enough until it would be acceptable to leave. The other managers and most of the employees seemed to be of a similar mind, from all the whispering you were hearing to each other.

Of course when it did come to that suitable time to leave, Mr.Delk had to make a speech. You didn’t mind it, smiling as he thanked everyone for years of service. He pointed out some individuals, and you were thankful you were not named. “And now, I think your new boss should say some words.”

You clapped along with everyone, trying to contain some of the dread you had as you looked to the stage.

He looked handsome with the light shining on him. And you hated that was the first thing you noted, but it was true. You had only seen him in the darkness of the room, red eye glowing as he gazed at you. He had looked handsome then too, but here it became more obvious. Far more noticeable than the few minutes you had seen his face.

When he gazed out into the crowd, you shrunk against the wall. And if his eyes found you, he did not show it. “Good evening, brothers and sisters of Zaun. I will be short, in that I hope this new found partnership,” his gaze flowed over the crowd once more. Starting from one side of the room and slowly moving across to the other. “brings forth wealth, security and even more freedom from topside.”

His gaze finally fell to your part of the room. And you watched as it suddenly paused, and your heart caught in your throat. Fuck.

His gaze continued across the hall. “And that we continue to gather peace amongst ourselves.” It was a bit of lame ending, as gestured to Mr. Delk again. Who was now tipsy enough to start making another speech.

And Silco came down off the stage, and started walking to your side of the room. Casual, talking to people as he passed by. All charm and villainy, as he either said a few words or glared someone down until they let him through.

The exit was on the other side of the room. And you started to make your own casual way towards it. With sweat beading on the back of your neck.

Your heart nearly exploded when you finally made it, and stepped outside. The cool air allowing you to catch your breath, you could feel your heart racing. It was enough to make you lightheaded. You briefly wondered if you would be able to make it two months, as you moved down the outside steps.

And then you heard your name. You froze. The tremble in your limbs coming back, as your heart seized in your chest.

A hand touched your elbow, brushing over before gently grabbing hold. Another hand was on your back. It was rubbing small circles, carefully and gingerly. Silco turned you to face him, pressing you into his chest as he led you down the stairs. Ducking you under them, so no one could see what you two were doing.

He held you until you calmed down, like he had once before during one of your sessions. Something had set you off and he had stopped all play, kissing and holding you until all the anxiety was gone and it was only his warmth that you could feel. Just talking with you and holding you until it was time to leave.

And he was doing something similar now. And it was such a mixture of comfort and yet, it hurt. It made you ache. It made your wrists burn.

When you stopped trembling, he pulled you away enough to look down at you. The hand on your elbow raised to wipe away the tears you hadn’t realized had started to flow down. He was frowning. “Was it me?”

And you had known him, gotten to know him after all these past few months. You had been sleeping with each other for so long, it was hard not to. Not when you’d talk after a session of rough sex. Holding each other, you hadn’t been able to see him. So you had known him through his voice and his touch.

And in his voice now you could hear it. I hurt you. My presence is hurting you.

“A little.” You admitted, voice soft. He did not stop wiping at your face. “Maybe a lot.” He turned his face, so only the mostly unmarred side was looking at you. You frowned. “It’s not your face.”

He turned fully forward to you again, his blue eye widened just a little. And then his hands moved to your shoulders, carefully touching you all the way down to your wrists. He rubbed at them, and you wanted to cry all over again. “How did you get them off?” I left you tied. I abandoned you.

“I had to grab one of the attendants.” His thumbs carefully ran over the underside of your wrists. “I had to call for them for ten minutes.”

When you looked up at him, he was frowning. “I shouldn’t have panicked.” He admitted, after a few moments. Then after a few more moments, he let go of your wrists. His voice was quiet as he gazed down at you.“I’ve missed you.” Come back. Please.

You had missed him too, but you drew your hands to yourself. His touch on your skin had soothed more than anything else had, and you didn’t want it to soothe. It shouldn’t have soothed. It should’ve hurt, it should’ve stung. “I… I don’t know if I can go back.”

“We don’t have to go back. You know who I am, and I know who you are.” He didn’t reach to touch you again. But you could see he wanted to. The slight twitch in his fingers as he spoke.

The truth was heavy, and it sat in your heart. It needed to come out, and you turned your gaze up to him. “I don’t trust you anymore.”

“Let me try to re-earn it.”

“Silco-”

He said your name back. Warm from his mouth, with a tiny hint of desperation. “Please.”

You swallowed, unable to draw your gaze away from him. You lowered your hands. “Why me? You could go back. You could get a new partner. You don’t have to do this.”

And he stared down at you, like it was the most inane question he’d ever heard. He took a moment, a deep breath coming through his nose. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, his hands coming down to hold your own, gently enough you could easily pull them away. “I care about you.” The declaration was so simple, and yet you stared at him. The tiniest hint of pink was growing on his cheeks, and he scoffed at your expression. “We have been sleeping together for almost half a year.”

“Without knowing each other's names.” But you swallowed, and squeezed your hands around his own. “I care about you too.”

He leaned down, and if he kissed you, you’d lose any nerve you had been building. Even if you didn’t trust him, you weren’t sure if you even trusted yourself right now. Luckily he only pressed his forehead to yours, letting his nose brush against your own. It was still almost enough to make you break, to make you want to kiss him.

He pulled back after a moment. “Can I walk you home?”

You looked at him, staring for a moment. And then you swallowed. “Not yet.”

And he gave a nod, his throat bobbing. He did not push the boundary you had just set, and instead just walked you off the property.

-

He had your ankles locked into a spreader bar today.

Hands tied behind your back, while your cheek was pushed into the bed. You could feel his tongue on your cunt, working its way inside of you, while he kept both hands on your ass. You whimpered, unable to see but he would always offer you some insight. Tell you what he was going to do to you.

His mouth pulled away, and teeth scraped against the inside of your thigh. “Do you like that, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Sir!”

You were rewarded with another lick, and then a squeeze of one of your ass cheeks. “Do you want more?” One hand pulled away, and you could hear the snap of buttons.

“Yes, please sir.” you couldn’t rock your hips back, forced to just stay spread and open. Just like how he liked it. And you could feel how much he liked it when his cock brushed against your opening. A loud moan falling from your lips.

“Good girl.” He spread your cheeks further, to watch no doubt, as he began to sink inside.

–

When you came in on Monday, he was sitting in Mr. Delk’s old office, legs crossed, feet propped onto the desk and smoking a cigar. He had a large pile of paperwork nearby, and he called your name when you began to set your things at your desk. He gestured for you to come close.

And you did so, trying not to let your face heat up as his gaze followed you so closely. “Are you still leaving?”

You had almost forgotten. So instead you made a small shrugging motion. “I’m not sure.”

He looked at the paperwork to his side. “You’ve kept things very well organised.”

“Did you go through my files?”

“Yes.”

Well at least he was being honest. You approached the desk, and he let you rummage your hands through the pile. He had kept it mostly in the same order, but a few things were out of place that you began to fix. “Why did you go through my files?”

“To see if I could offer you a better position.” You looked over at him, and he brought the cigar between his teeth. “I wasn’t going to offer you it today.”

“Do you need a new secretary or something?”

His lips twitched around his cigar. The vaguest hint of a smile. “That’s an idea.” He looked up towards the ceiling, blowing a ring of smoke. “I’ll set up a second desk in my office. You could take notes for my meetings.”

“Isn’t it cliche to have fucked your secretary?”

“It’s cliche to be fucking your secretary, darling.” Then he paused, glancing over at you. He shifted in his seat, before he spoke, drawing the cigar out of his mouth. “Can I still call you that?”

You thought for a moment, bringing your lower lip between your teeth for a moment. “Yes.” You finally said after a few minutes, giving him a small nod. “Sweetheart is fine too.”

He smiled then, just a small curl of his lips.

It took a few more minutes to organize everything, and it felt oddly calm in the silence. Comfortable even. Once you finished organizing your own folders, he gathered some more for you to do from other people.

“I do have to do some payroll.” You mentioned gently, when he handed you a second box.

“I’ll have Xiao do it. He’ll be the one running in this office once I’m gone.”

You didn’t feel any anger at Silco not offering you the position. He would’ve known from all your talks during aftercare, that you wouldn’t have wanted it. It would’ve added too much stress for not enough pay increase. “When are you leaving?”

“Two weeks. Then I’ll be back at the Drop, and I will have a lot of paperwork to do.” He had finished his cigar now, as he looked over some different files.

You gave a small nod. You weren’t too worried about him contacting you. You’d both been very good at setting up appointments during your stay at the club. You were pretty sure even with his busy schedule, he had only missed one of your appointments, and even then it was with hours of warning.

You also knew he wanted you to help him. To take the job. But you weren’t sure if even in two weeks you’d be ready for that.

“Who am I training to take over my job?”

“No one, there’s too many managers as there are. Mr. Delk was more kind than wise with his money.”

You gave a small hum. “So I could just leave?”

There was a pause then, and you glanced at him. He turned his head, blue eye uncertain and red eye glowing. But he did not lie, he gave a small nod. “You could.”

After a moment, you went back to looking over the old files. Organizing them alphabetically. “I won’t.”

–

He was fucking you from behind again. This time there was no spreader bar, and you were not tied at all. He instead held your wrists together in one hand, as he fucked himself into you deeply. Slowly. He wanted to make you beg for it, or he simply wanted to enjoy himself as he fucked into your cunt.

You sucked on the finger he had placed in front of your mouth, carefully not rocking your hips back yet. He’d spank you if you started to do that already, and you weren’t sure if you wanted that yet. When he drew out his finger with a pop, you whimpered.

He hushed you, giving you a slow roll of his hips, settling himself into you as deep as he could and keeping himself there. “I’ll fill you, don’t worry.” And then you felt the hand let go of your wrists. “Grip the sheets.” And you did, feeling the slight tremble in your arms as he moved his hand. Instead he spread one of your cheeks, and you felt the soft pressure of his finger at your ass.

“You want to be filled, slut?” And you gave an eager nod. The hand holding your ass cheek let go, instead giving it a smack before spreading you again.

“Yes, please! I want it.”

“What do you want?”

“I want you to fuck my ass. I want you to finger it while you fuck me. Please.”

He slid the finger along your hole, before he let it slip inside. Only after it was fully inside of you, he began to thrust his hips in time with his hand, you could feel the light spit on your back as he spoke, as he began to pound himself into you, your moans only spurring him on. “Going to fill you up completely. You’re my fucking whore.”

–

Two weeks passed easily. Silco rarely had you working at your desk, and you were quite certain everyone believed you were with him. And they weren’t quite wrong. You did care about him, and you had trusted him enough to let him start walking you home. Even if you sometimes spotted one of his goons outside guarding it now. Or spying on you.

He told you it wasn’t to spy, only for protection but it was easy for any guard to do both. You decided to not mention it again, it wasn’t like you were doing anything bad.

He offered you his arm after you had both gotten your coats on, and you began the small trek over to your apartment. He’d have to come back for his car. You walked in silence for a few moments, enjoying the soft way he held your arm.

“I want you to come to the Drop.” You turned to look up at him. His face was slightly fallen. “It’s your choice, but I want you to come.”

“Silco.”

He drew out your name, saying it slowly back. He frowned for a moment. Then he paused, while you were still a good few yards from your home. You squeezed gently at his arm.

“I’m going to miss seeing you everyday.” He turned his gaze to you, and you raised a hand, lifting it to his cheek. “I got spoiled with it.”

“You’ll still see me.” You assured him, letting your thumb pass over his cheek. And then after a moment, you snaked your other hand from his arm to cup the other side too. Gently running over the scars that laid there. A hand came up, to ensure your own stayed on his face.

You were surprised by the soft look. The almost tender expression. To your absolute surprise, he spoke something you didn’t expect to ever hear. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Silco the eye of Zaun. The Kingpin. The murderer. He never apologized. You had heard it in all the stories.

And something flipped in your stomach, but not badly, not like before. You felt a strong sense of warmth flood through yourself. You began to pull his face forward.

For a moment, he just blinked his blue eye at you, his brow starting to furrow. Then you started to lean in. And he was quick to learn, to lean in and meet your mouth. The kiss was soft, light at first. A gentle brush of mouths.

When you didn’t stop, pulling away for a moment before pressing a harder kiss to his mouth, it was like opening the floodgates. His hand dropped from your own, moving to wrap around your middle, the other moved to the back of your neck. Pressing you into him, and your own hands moved to wind around his neck.

When he slid his tongue against your own, you moaned, feeling the nice spread of warmth. He slid against your own, before drawing your tongue into his own mouth.

When you finally pulled away, there was a small connection of spit between your mouths, before it pulled away enough to break. He moved, tucking your head under his chin, and you could feel the slightly heavier breaths, the same ones you were having, against his chest.

You rested there for a few minutes. Just holding one another. When it finally came time to start moving again, you glanced over at him. His entire day had gotten brighter just from your kiss.

“Silco,” he turned, not pausing in his step this time. “I’ll do it. I’ll take the job.”

You would’ve missed him too much. But you could tell him that another day, as he moved to kiss you again.

–

“I wish you could see how well you’re taking me.”

You were in his lap. Your thighs and calves tied together, so you could barely move them. Relying on Silco to lift you up and down. Your breasts pressed into his chest, and you had your hands on his shoulders. He had been kind enough to let you touch him tonight, just not along his face.

“Taking me so perfectly.” He let you sit in his lap for a moment and you could feel his hand, tracing along your waist and moving down, until it went to your cunt. Your empty cunt. With only a small toy at your clit.

He turned it on, and laughed when you began to squirm. Then he lifted you again, sliding his cock slowly out of your ass, before bringing you back down on it.

“So fucking tight for me, sweetheart.” He raised your hips again, and your hands came up to latch around his shoulders. He hissed at the feeling of your nails, and thrusted up into you when he raised you this time. “Such a tight fucking slut. Just for me.”

“Just for you.” You assured, reminding him gently that he’d been the only man to take you there. How much you trusted him. And you were rewarded with a groan, the press of his mouth against your own.

And his thrusts pumping in and out of you, until you were crying out against his mouth.

–

You had been at the Drop now for two weeks. You easily wormed your way into the building, moving up the stairs. You glanced down at Chuck, setting up the bar. Sevika organizing the bouncers and other goons, explaining their jobs for tonight.

And your job was to deal with Silco. There were no meetings, unless some emergencies happened. But he was stressed out enough as it was. The past week had been awful, he had lost ten men in a deal gone wrong and now he was trying to discover which of the other chembarons had done it.

You didn’t knock as you entered, moving to close the door behind you quickly. Silco was at his desk, furiously smoking a cigar while he stood by his desk. Hands spread out as he gazed down at the map.

“It must’ve been a reaction to the mine deal. Idiots.” He laid a piece of paper over the map, and began to trace over it. Carefully working his pen against it.

Your desk had minimal paperwork, as you set your jacket over the back of your chair. Usually you’d ask him how his day was going, how he was doing, how he slept. But you were quite certain the answer to all three could be summarized with ‘not well’.

So you set to work, beginning your paperwork. Doing the payroll confirmations, so Silco could doll out the coins himself later. You ensured the bills were paid, water was cleared, and to also order some more cigars from the way he had been chain smoking them the past hour.

When he finally did sit, it was to dig through a drawer. You watched as he brought out the needle, and then you stood.

His gaze was sharp, but it softened a little as you approached. “You don’t have to do this all the time.”

“I want to do this.” You assured him, moving forward. He spread his legs so you could get in between them. His hands rose to your hips, simply so he’d have something to hold to. And you suppressed the shiver you almost had when he did press them.

You lined up the needle, and pressed a kiss to his forehead, your freehand moving to his jaw to hold the angle correctly. You pulled your head away and pressed.

The needle went immediately, fast and quick. His head came rushing forward, the crown of it resting against your stomach. His teeth bared as he panted out, and after a moment, you raised the hand on his jaw to his hair. Gently tucking back the loose ones and running your fingers through it loosely.

His hands loosened on your hips, until he returned them to his armchair. You followed him when he tilted back, pressing some kisses across his cheekbones on both sides of his face. He accepted the affection, with only a mild look for tenderness. His face was still tight as he looked over at the map once more.

And when you pulled away, you could see it then. So much tension. So much stress. His shoulders were squared as though he were ready to fight. The man was going to chain smoke himself into an early grave at this rate.

And you were deeply thinking about one of the main ways he used to love to relieve some of that stress. And so after a few moment’s of thought, you decided to ask. “There’s no meetings tonight right?”

His brow furrowed, as he reached for another cigar. Glaring when you gave him a look, as he fitted it to his mouth. “No. Why?”

You could’ve sat there thinking about that question far too long. Especially with all the feelings that were bubbling in your stomach. So instead you decided to move between his legs once more. And sink down onto your knees.

The reaction was immediate. He just held the scar to his mouth, blue eye growing so wide it could’ve almost been comical. And then a few blinks, when you rested your hands on his thighs. “Darling?”

You could feel your face warm, and you had, well you had never looked him in the eye when you had to do this before. Yet you met his gaze. “Do you want me to help you ease some stress, sir?”

He swallowed. Mutely, oddly silent, he nodded. And you gently moved your hands forward. Gingerly unclasping the buttons, feeling a wave of eagerness when you saw his cock. You hadn’t seen it before, but you knew how big it was. You stroked him in hand, smiling as he began to grow hard in it.

You kept your eyes on his, and he didn’t seem to be able to look away. He had not even lit the cigar in his mouth. You moved to press a kiss to the tip, before you let your tongue circle it.

The noise he made was small. And he just continued to look at you. His hands moved to the armrests, gripping. You smiled a little, and met his gaze still as you moved your head forward, taking the head of him into your mouth.

You began to bob your head, not taking him as much as you knew you could. Mainly as it had been 2 months since you had done that and you wanted to work up to it. You kept your gaze up at him.

Beforehand when you’d do this, Silco would hold your head, say sweet and filthy things to you. Now as you gazed upon, he was just staring at you as you did it. His cheeks going horribly red. His hands dug into the armrests of his chair.

You pulled your mouth off of him, gazing up at him through your lashes as you pressed a kiss to the underside of his cock, before dragging your tongue along it.

The blue eye twitched.

“Sir,” you began, moving your hands to continue stroking them. “Can you stand up?”

He did, kicking at his chair back so he’d have more room. Your hand stroked over him gently as a reward, and his hands curled into fists. And after a moment, you took his hands in your own. Spreading out your fingers between his.

Silco looked ruined from the act, and you had to make sure to put holding his hands while you sucked him off onto your bucket list. But that wasn’t the end goal right now. The end goal was to help relieve him of tension.

So you drew his hands towards your face. Hovering your mouth over his length, as you placed one hand into your hair, and the other to cup your jaw. Then you rested your hands on his thighs, smiling as you gazed up at him through your lashes. “Do you want to fuck my mouth, sir?”

He swallowed. A nod. And so you moved your mouth over the tip, hollowing out your cheeks and relaxing your throat as best as you could.

The first thrust was small, careful. Worried about hurting you, and you continued to gaze up at him. Watching the red and blue eye, feeling his fingers twitch against your skin.

The next thrusts were deeper, not quite hitting your throat, but starting to move again. He finally spoke then too. “Such a fucking slut.” And then he began to move a lot faster, and you did your best to keep your gaze up on him, but you had to squeeze your eyes shut when he thrusted your mouth to the base of him.

He held you there until you could open your eyes. And he growled down at you when you looked up at him. “How can you look so fucking sweet, even when you’re sucking cock.” He pulled you back, fingers in your hair tight but not pulling. Just securing, keeping you steady in his grip. “A fucking perfect whore.”

You moaned around his cock, his words only stirring the flame in your belly. You didn’t move to touch yourself, and the second time he pulled you to the base, you felt tears beginning to leak from your eyes.

And he kept going. Fucking you until tears were running down your face. Letting his balls slap against your chin, as he kept going. Faster and faster. He looked ragged with each thrust, teeth bared, spit going down his chin, and hair dishevelled.

Finally he pulled back, removing the hand from your jaw. “Tongue out.” And you rolled it out, feeling him press the tip of his cock against it. “You’re going to swallow all that I give you. And you’re going to tell me thank you after you do.”

He jerked himself off, letting out a horrible groan before he shot his load onto your tongue. Some shooting off onto the edges of your mouth, a little on your cheeks. You waited until he was painting, moving back to let go of your hair. And then you raised a hand from his thigh, to swipe all of his cum into your mouth.

You swallowed, showing him your empty tongue afterwards. “Thank you, sir.”

He was on his knees next, pulling you against him. He kissed you, deeply and without a doubt he’d be able to taste himself. But he didn’t seem to care, as he hungrily went for your mouth.

“Was that too rough?” He asked when he pulled away, lips swollen, his voice surprisingly soft after everything. And his cheeks still carrying that slight red hue.

You smiled. “Perfectly rough.” Your voice was a little hoarse now, you realized with a bit of warmth to your cheeks.

He took a few minutes, holding you. Checking over your jaw, throat and hair. Pressing kisses along your face.

And when you did rise, he bent you over his desk, and fingered you until you cried his name.

–

You were against the wall. Silco was pressing so deeply into you, as he fucked you. Only your hands tied, as you locked your legs around him. Tonight, there was less play. He had needed to destress, and you were willing to help him.

His face was buried in your shoulder, kissing and nuzzling into it as he thrusted slowly into you. And your heart burned at the affection. You hadn’t seen this man’s face, didn’t know his name, but you knew you already cared about him.

you met the slow kiss back. Your bound hands tracing what you could with your fingers onto his chest.

His hand came up to your head, and at first you didn’t feel it. The way the soft fabric came off, as he brushed his hands along there. An action so full of affection, you could hardly believe it. If he had felt himself taking off the blindfold, you were sure he hadn’t known.

But your eyes open automatically when it was removed, blinking into the barely lit room. And you could see that one of his eyes was closed, as he pressed another kiss to your mouth. The black and red eye of Zaun stared down, not at your eyes while the other was closed.

Silco.

There was only a little panic in your heart, but he must’ve known something had gone wrong. Because he looked up.

And then he slipped out of you, backing away. You slid down to the floor, wincing as you hit it. Your breathing heavy as you watched the man who had been your lover for the past few months. Silco. The king of Zaun.

“Silco,” You tried to call gently, but he looked even more panicked at that. It took him a moment to gather his things, and you could see him. Naked and pale, with wiry muscle around his limbs. “Wait-”

He did not wait. Once he had his trousers back on, and slid on a dress shirt, the mask he wore out was set in place. And he quickly escaped from the room.

Leaving you alone. Naked and tied.

–

“Are you sure?”

You gave a small nod. Then began to strip yourself off. And Silco watched, gaze eager as each new bit of your body was exposed to him. He had seen it all before, but you supposed it had been a while.

Once you were nude, you moved onto his bed. He had remained fully clothed at your request. And he held the small ball of rope in his hands. You held out your arms, pressing your wrists together.

He leaned down, and pressed his lips along your wrists before he grasped hold of them. “So perfect.” He whispered so softly, you weren’t even sure if you were meant to hear that. Still he gently drew the ropes around your arms. The ones he had bought were much softer than the ones at the club.

Carefully he tied the ropes along your wrists, wrapping them tightly together. “Too much?” he pressed a kiss against your arm. You wiggled your fingers against the bonds.

“No, good.” Not cutting off any circulation, but Silco still checked for any signs of that happening. Then he tied them off, and grabbed a second piece of rope. Looping it around your chest once, and then around your waist, before looping it over your shoulders.

You could feel the bottom rope pressing into your tits, making them push up a little. And once he ensured the rope was not too tight, he moved back to admire his work.

“Beautiful.”

Your face grew warm. And he moved, pressing you further back into the bed. His mouth was on your own, a few kisses shared, before he moved it to your neck. And you gasped at the feel of his teeth. “My beautiful darling.” He remarked, before moving to the other side of your neck, sucking a dark mark into your skin this time.

“Sir.” You whined, already feeling the small struggle around your bonds. Your neck rolled, as he toyed with the rope at your shoulder. “Silco.”

A hand slid up along your leg, moving along to your inner thigh, and pressing until you were spreading your legs apart. “How long do you think it’ll take before you beg for my cock?” You gave a small pleased noise, as his fingers rubbed along your cunt. Then his free hand came onto your face, not quite a slap, but it warmed your skin still. “How long, sweetheart?”

“I don’t know, sir-” Your hips rolled against his hand, and he didn’t even seem to mind, moving to curl a finger into you. You gasped. “Soon.”

You watch as he laughed, the way his forehead wrinkled and his eye showed the smile. And you did not look away, even when he leaned forward to kiss your mouth again, shoving a second finger in to join the first. Curling them against your g-spot, and it wasn’t long before you could hear the wet noise of your cunt.

When he added a third finger to your folds, you whined. He pulled his mouth away, panting as he gazed down at you. And he did not look away. Suddenly you were met with probably how he had felt when you had let him fuck your face a few days ago.

“Silco.” You gasped, shutting your eyes as he began to curl all three fingers against that spot inside of you, knuckle deep in you as he focused on that spot.

“Open your eyes.” You did, and he was still gazing down at you. His breath coming out in pants. “I want you to look at me. I want to see you when you break.”

You whined his name next, but kept your eyes open. His face watching your own, carefully, and after a minute he added a few swipes of his thumb onto your clit. Your back arched into it, grinding your hips against his hand, and you did your best to meet his gaze, until your orgasm was on you and you could barely open your eyes.

His fingers worked you through it, only leaving once you were sated, feeling the wetness grow on the bed. He raised his hand up, and you watched as he sucked each of the three fingers clean. He then moved himself closer between your legs.

“I think next time I tie you up, I’ll see how many times you cum with my tongue on your clit.” He rocked his hips against your own, and you panted, feeling how his cock was hard underneath the trousers, as it nudged against your pussy. “Would you like that, slut?”

“Yes.” You cried, back arching. “Yes, sir. Please.”

He reached a hand down to undo the buttons on his pants. And you could see him drawing out his cock, moving it forward. He left it at your entrance, and instead his hands found your thighs. His voice became a growl, as he moved, pushing your thighs back, so your knees were pressing into your chest. “I’m going to ruin you. I’m going to fill you with my cum, and later, I’ll fuck your ass and fill it too.”

You whimpered, but you had already known that was going to happen. You had planned out this play with him yesterday.

When he rocked his hips inside of you, you moaned. His face came down, hovering above your own as he bottomed out in one smooth thrust. He cursed, gritting his teeth. His hands pressed into your thighs hard enough that you were sure there would be bruises.

And then he pulled back, until the tip was left in you, before he thrusted fully back inside of you. And it was almost painful, how hard he began to fuck you. You let out a cry, as he began a brutal pace.

There was little you could do, but take what he gave you. Your hands clenched around nothing, as you tried to move. You managed to lean forward, growing closer to his mouth with your own. And he slid his tongue into your mouth before he let you kiss him. And even then it was only for a few moments before he ripped his mouth away.

“Such a filthy, fucking, whore.” He punctuated each word with a thrust of his hips, slamming them against your thighs. And you were damn near ready to scream, as he kept going after that.

“Going to fucking fill you.” He hissed, moving to nip at your jaw. “Been waiting for this for months.”

He angled his hips slightly differently, and you did scream this time. His name tumbling off your lips as his cock rubbed right against that spot. Your neck arched, and he kept going. Rubbing his cock right against that spot, like he was looking for it with every thrust. And you were still sensitive from his fingers finding that spot.

“That’s it! Cum on my cock, sweetheart.” He gripped his hands harder on your thighs, pressing them down. “Let everyone hear that you're mine.”

It took two more thrusts, and you cried out his name. Thighs trembling against his hands, and your eyes staring at him blearily, as you saw stars.

He was right behind you, a few more thrusts and he pressed himself as deep as he could, a loud groan falling from his mouth. And after a moment, he ran his hands carefully up along your thighs, trying to soothe where he had dug his hands in.

He pulled out, and you could feel his seed leaking out of you. You watched, body covered in sweat as he reached into the nightstand, and pulled out a knife. He cut carefully away at the rope, kissing the skin that was exposed. Then he carefully placed it back, and moved to kiss you. Much more tenderly this time.

He rolled you away from the mess on the bed, and grabbed a piece of cloth off the floor to clean you both off with. Then he simply held you, gathering you in his arms. Kissing softly at your face and neck. “How was that?”

“Good.” You managed to say, pressing a kiss back to his cheek. “Maybe a lot better than good.”

He hummed, smiling. “I would say it was perfect.” He ran a hand over your cheek, before he cupped it. “I don’t think I’ll be able to let you go now.”

You smiled, tender as you leaned into his touch. “Good. Because you’re mine.” He smiled at that. “And I’m yours.” You kissed once more, before you ran a hand down his chest. Gazing up at him through your eyelashes. “Do you still need a few hours?”

You grinned at his expression.

[xoxopeter]

The Adventures of Spider-Man and Moonlight

A/N: so here’s chapter two! I cannot wait to have three out because there is just so much banter between Luna and Peter in three. If you liked this a like would just make my day!

Summary: In which we see Moonlight and Spider-Man growing closer and forming a friendship as well as a partnership 

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: violence, injury, blood

Chapter 2 - Partners in Fighting Crime

“So did the bad guy you talked to give you any idea of what time this mega size drug deal was about to go down?” Spider-Man as he and Moonlight sat waiting behind a bunch of wooden crates in a warehouse on the docs. 

Moonlight had aided in an arrest earlier in the night in a separate part of town than Spider-Man had been in. She’d overheard two of the suspects talking about how they were going to be dead for missing the deal that was going down at the “fun house”. After doing a little googling she found out that the fun house was a nickname for a warehouse called Jimmy’s Supplies where party supplies was made and shipped. 

“Nope.” Luna said, popping the p. 

“Did you get any names?”

“Nope.”

“Do you know anything else?”

“Nope.”

Spider-Man threw his arms up in exasperation. “Of course not.”

“All I know is it’s happening.” She shrugged, looking at her long black nails. She’d cut slits the glove of her suit for stiletto nails to go through since she’d got her nails done a couple days ago. She had to admit that she was obsessed with them. 

Spider-Man looked at the woman he had only recently started teaming up with some nights and shook his head. The guys she overheard were probably talking about another night or maybe even giving Moonlight false information to throw them off so they would miss something that was actually going to happen. His senses weren’t going off and nothing seemed amiss. This was why he worked alone. 

“Look, I appreciate you sharing information with me but I don’t think anything is going to happen tonight- at least not here.” Spider-Man stated, hands on his hips. 

Luna’s eyes flashed up but she didn’t move from her seat on a crate where her feet were propped up on another, legs crossed. “You wanna go that’s fine, I just figured we could work together. I’m not going anywhere, though.”

He stared at her for a second before nodding. “I’ll see you around.”

Moonlight gave a two fingered salute. “Later, buggy.”

Spider-Man took off from the warehouse and left the docs, heading back into the city. He quickly found a massive hostage situation going down at a gala at the MET. This was probably what those two guys had been talking about. They’d probably used code words so no one would know what they were actually talking about. Moonlight still had a lot to learn.

“Have any demands been made?” Peter asked as he jumped down from his web, walking up to the police chief. 

“None. My guess is they’re robbing the actual museums. Lotta art in there worth millions.”

Peter nodded before swinging his web up so that he could come in from the way they would least expect it: the ceiling. 

The glass ceiling gave him a perfect view as to what was going on inside. There were maybe fifteen masked guys, all armed and pointing their guns at the nicely dressed guests who were all terrified and cooperating. He tried to come up with a plan but none of them had good odds.

“Fuck it.” He mumbled before webbing up one of the window panes and then pressing down hard on it to shatter it. The web muffled the sound and held the glass so none of it fell below. He webbed it into a ball that he cast below, he would come back for it later, and started to lower himself down by his web. He was only a few feet down before he realized there was a couple of the armed men in a corner, talking among themselves and not paying attention. He quickly shot his web at them to cover their mouths and stick them to the wall, their guns falling but Peter grabbed them with his web and back to him, bringing them back up to the roof before going back down. Two down and thirteen to go.

He repeated this three more times, taking out the ones he could before knowing it was time to switch tactics. He was going to start pulling out the hostages. 

He crawled down the corner of the wall where there were large drapes so no one would see him. When he was down he looked up and took out the window directly above him like he had the one. He then got the attention of two women who were just a few feet from him, both shaking and crying. 

“Quietly.” He whispered.

They came over and he directed the first one to hold onto him. She gripped tight and he was shooting a web up and climbing it as fast as he could. One the roof, he jumped down it and set her on the ground. 

“Thank you, Spider-Man.” She cried, hugging him. “Please you have to save, Hannah too. She’s my sister.”

“I’m getting everyone out. I’ll be right back.”

Peter did the same with Hannah and two more guests and then another guest and so on. He knew he could only get so many people out before the hostage-takers noticed but he wanted as many people out as he could before any gunfire started.

There were two hundred people and he knew he had gotten around fifty around by the time the room was noticeably emptier. 

He’d only saved five more people before he heard the yell when he was just going back inside. 

“Oi! Greg! We got company.”

Peter knew he’d been spotted and dropped down from the ceiling, landing on his feet in the middle of the room. “Mind if I drop in?”

Gunshots rang out at the same time Peter started shooting his webs to take their guns. He dodged bullets and grabbed guns, trying to grab them as they came flying to him. He disarmed them all and threw the guns to nearby guests. “Can you hold these for a second please!”

It was Spider-Man against ten guys, hand to hand. Peter even made it easier for them by not using his web shooters. 

“You could try harder! Come on! I could do this blindfolded!” He egged. 

Just a few minutes later he was looking at ten guys on the ground who were either unconscious, surrendering, or too in pain to stand. “That was just sad. You guys really need to train more.”

He jogged over to where the giant doors were and opened them up, dozens of SWAT behind the door. “You’re welcome.” He stated. 

He walked out and noticed that police cars were taking off with their sirens on.

“What’s going on?” Peter asked an officer walking past him. 

“Some kind of huge drug deal going down at the docs. Looks like it’s Kingpin and his guys.”

Peter froze, only able to think one thing: Moonlight. He’d left her there all alone.

Shooting a web out, he took off and started swinging as fast as he could for the docks. Kingpin was no one to mess with. He’d been seriously injured by him on several occasions and always worried when they had any kind of encounter. His men were all incredibly trained and skilled. He had a hard time himself when it came to that organization. Moonlight was still finding her footing as a fighter and wasn’t as skilled of one as he was. She did have her powers as an advantage but it would be her against dozens of highly lethal men.

He felt like such an ass and so stupid. He should have listened to her. He assumed because she was new at this she didn’t know what she was doing and he may be the reason she gets seriously hurt or worse. 

He arrived before the cops and went right to the warehouse Moonlight had been in. He could hear voices when he was close enough but it didn’t sound like any kind of a fight was happening. That wasn’t good news. Either Moonlight left or…or she was down. The thought put a knot in his stomach.

He slipped in through a broken window in the back, looking for her. He was panicking a little and he tried to rationalize that she would be okay. She could simply be out cold somewhere. 

The area that they had been in before was now swarmed with Kingpins men, all armed and all very dangerous. The guys he had just taken out at the MET were nothing compared to these guys. These guys would actually be a challenge for him. 

He scanned the room and gripped the edge of the crate he was hiding before when he saw a head of long white hair on the ground behind some oil barrels. She wasn’t moving and he couldn’t separate her heartbeat from everyone else’s to know if she was alive or not. He needed to find a way to get to her. 

It was easier thought than done. He was nearly spotted several times but managed to get over to where she was. She was in a pool of her own blood with her hands on her stomach and eyes shut, skin pale. But her chest was rising and falling. She was still alive. The relief that washed over him made him dizzy.

He crawled over to her and put his hand on her cheek, patting gently. “Moonlight.” He whispered. “Wake up.”

Her eyes flashed open and she put her hand right to his throat. “It’s me!” He whisper screamed. 

Her hand dropped at the recognition. “W-What are you doing here?”

“Saving you, obviously.” He looked down to the wound in her stomach. It looked like she’d been shot. “I gotta get you out of here.”

She shook her head. “Hold on. I’m okay.”

He looked at her like she’d grown a third head. “In case you didn’t notice you’ve been shot like a thanksgiving turkey!” He hissed in a whisper. 

“Really?” She huffed with a roll of her eyes. “I thought they’d missed. Look, I need you to take it out.”

“Take what out?”

“The bullet.”

His eyes widened behind his mask. “What? You mean like reach in and pull it out?!”

“Yes.”

“Are you crazy?!”

“Just do it!”

“No! I’m not putting my fingers in you like some war medic on the battlefield! I’m taking you to a hospital!”

“It’s not that big of a deal! Just reach in and get it out!”

He huffed through his nose before looking down to the bullet wound in her stomach that was still bleeding. “I have no idea how this is going to do any good. You’re still going to have a freaking hole in you.”

Out of the corner of his eye he could see her brace herself, one hand gripping the edge of an oil barrel they were behind. 

Moonlight made no noise as Peter dug around for the bullet but he could tell she was in agony, a sweat breaking out on her forehead and her heart racing, body rigid and tense. She looked like she was in a lot less pain than was actually in. He knew how excruciating it was to dig a bullet out of your body.

When he pulled it out he watched as she panted for a second.

“Now what?”

“Just be quiet.” She snapped.

He bit back a huff and watched as her hands went to her stomach and they started glowing. 

“What are you doing?”

Moonlight didn’t answer and her hands continued to glow on her stomach. When she pulled away, he could see clean, closed flesh where the bullet hold had been.

He gasped, speaking through it. “What the fuck?”

“I can heal myself and others.”

“And you didn’t mention this earlier?!”

“It never came up!” She whisper screamed back. “We can talk about it later!”

The two were a great team. On their own they struggled to take on Kingpin’s men but together they were able to not only take them all down, but stop the drug deal from taking place. They recovered millions in drugs and illegal weapons. And they were both still alive as they walked out of the warehouse, beaten to hell but still alive. Kingpin had slipped away in the chaos, but Peter was just glad they had stopped the entire thing altogether and were both still alive.

Red and blue lights flashed around them as they walked off after giving their statements,, exhausted and ready to call it a night. 

“Thanks.” Moonlight spoke, breaking the silence. “I uh probably would have died if you hadn’t found me and woken me up. I was out cold.”

Spider-Man shook his head. “I owe you an apology. I shouldn’t have doubted you like that. I left you by yourself and…well I’m  really sorry.”

Luna smiled at him. “All good.”

Silence took over as they walked. 

“Hey, you think you can heal this black eye? It’s making my head throb.”

“Oh yeah totally.”

Peter stopped and faced her. Luna reached up and cradled his masked head, letting her hands glow to heal. When she pulled away he felt better than he had in years. She might have healed wounds he didn’t even know he had yet. 

“Wow that’s good stuff.”

“I know right?”

“I feel like a brand new human being.”

“Yeah.” She nodded, grinning wide. 

“If you could find a way to bottle this and sell it you’d be rich.”

She shrugged. “Nah. I like being a masked vigilante too much. Well I gotta get going. Work tomorrow and all.”

She turned to go and Peter wet his lips before jogging over to her. “Hey so maybe we could kind of team up.”

“What like work together?”

“Yeah. I mean, look at how awesome we were back there. And I could really use your help and I think maybe you could use mine.”

“You dig one bullet out of a girl and automatically think she needs your help.” She rolled her eyes but then smiled. “But okay fine. Partners in fighting crime it is.”

“Partners in fighting crime it is.” He agreed.

She gasped. “You know what they could call us? Spider-Moon!” 

“Nope. I’ve changed my mind.”

“Yes! It’s great!”

He turned and walked off. “Not calling us that!”

Two days later when Peter was walking to work he passed a news stand and stopped before backtracking. On the cover of the New York Times in bold black letters was “SPIDER-MOON: NY’S HEROES TEAM UP.”

“Moonlight.” He concluded with a shake of his head before walking off. 

He got maybe ten feet before he turned back around, pulling out his wallet with a sigh. He grabbed one off the rack and paid before stuffing it in his back with a grumble. 

[cosmoscourge-a]

For some reason my neurodivergent brain does not want to put this in a Google Doc right now but I want to put this big note in Anakin’s bio doc saying this:

DISCLAIMER

I do NOT write Anakin as a nice person, and quite frankly if you think he’s 100% a hero then you and I weren’t watching the same show. To give a quick recap of some of the things he’s canonically done BEFORE his turn to the dark side in Revenge of the Sith, in no particular order:

Committed multiple war crimes by faking surrender

Used force choke to torture a prisoner into talking

Turned to the Dark Side on Mortis temporarily even before he became Vader

Got pretty nastily possessive over Padmé when she went to go spy on her old lover Clovis and beat the shit out of Clovis out of jealousy. (I mean, Clovis was about to kiss her without consent, so a lot of people would have beaten his ass too. But Padmé was deeply disturbed by Anakin’s actions and fucking temporarily left him over it, which is what counts. She literally yelled at him to stop and he said “You don’t have a say in this”…’Nuff said.) 

Slaughtered a village of Tusken Raiders which by the way constitutes a hate crime

Oh, and how about the times in both AOTC and ROTS where he basically said he wanted to be all-powerful?

Like, even considering the fact that I don’t write Anakin committing hate crimes or exhibiting toxic behaviors to Padmé, can we not pretend for a second that this man is morally pure? You may not have watched The Clone Wars and I wouldn’t expect you to, but if you watched AOTC and ROTS and thought Anakin was a normal well-adjusted human being whose sole reason for turning dark was wanting to save his wife……Watch the movies again because you’re wrong. Then watch this because you are definitely wrong.

TL;DR Anakin being a morally grey bastard is not something I’m going to be changing/compromising and no I do not take criticism :P

[shadowtongued]

𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝟗 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.

this was SO MUCH fun i spent all day on it and was pretty hard since sliske is already his own thing, but there ARE indeed characters my own interpretation of him plays off of since jagex shoveled his characterization into a garbage disposal post TWW.

𝐈.   ·   𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐁𝐀𝐋 :  anyone who has spent some time as a mutual knows i relate sliske a lot to dr. lecter. it’s the cold, cunning, and charming with and ability to measure ones steps without faltering. the ability to lure someone in with polite, harmless demeanor, only to RIP the carpet out from under them with some of the most scathing, deep insults from all the things he’s gleaned from your psych. the soft analytical approach and patience to wait for things to fall into place. also, neither of these fuckers BLINK often enough and remain fixated on their prey eerily. this includes book lecter which, imo, was p superior in magnificent little details. 

𝐈𝐈.    ·     𝐕 : i am a simple woman, i see an enigmatic anti-hero with knives and smooth moves and i go ‘ooh ahh’. v was a real showman with a mask and worked very cloak and dagger, his personality almost too happy and charismatic despite the domino effects he had planned, much like sliske. i wouldn’t call sliske an anti-hero but he had his moments of bringing about cruel but deserved justice to a few individuals who deserved it and even in endgame, made sure people were very aware of some of the lesser gods flaws and hidden crimes. plus uh, knives man. the knife fighting holy shit.

𝐈𝐈𝐈.    ·     𝐉𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐇 : c’mon, who am i if i don’t put the only man who wore a collar maybe bigger than sliske? even as a kid i was really just taken by the goblin king. i mean just look at the dude. the fandom has already made enough jareth comparisons to sliske and goddamn i’m glad. the outfits, the labyrinths, optical illusions, the slight of hand tricks, enigma and soreness over love. plus i just love bowie and theres not a day i don’t miss him with immense fondness. :c

𝐈𝐕.    ·     𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑 (𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐓) :  have you seen the show? good, then you literally have the majority of my interpretation of sliske’s personality. playful, charismatic, subtly suggestive, and hiding a really emotional side ft. bad temper. sliske is a lot like lucifer in the sense of only living for the pleasure of life and all it holds with a rich sense of hedonism to fill a void of complex emotions and spite under that mask. plus his human glamor just looks so similar, even before i started watching ( and still need to catch up. :/c )

  𝐕.    ·     𝐃𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 : i’mma be real with y’all. i know jack shit abt doc strange outside the mar.v.el movie(s), which if i had the time to sink into comics i would bc i just like the aesthetic of the magic and the world he is in. i may have only seen the movie but the magic is a wet dream of what i WISH magic in runescape looked like. which at one point in concept arts, the whole magic circles shit WAS supposed to be canon but design/graphics restraints kept it from being real. sliske also heavily uses illusions, projection, and the psych in his magic. plus the outfit. the cape, the collar, y’know?

𝐕𝐈.    ·     𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑 ( 𝐁𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐓 ) : gee channy, why does sliske get (2) versions of lucifer? bc i said so. i rambled about this comparison in this post , tl:dr;  lucifer wanted free thought, individualism, and self pride before god found this an offense and cast him out. hmm that’s really familiar, innit?

𝐕𝐈𝐈.    ·     𝐌𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒 : okay yes, this is quasi-“devil” entry number three, but good old mephistopheles the demon is very campy, germanic devil in jester flavor who tempts and manipulates you.... with humor because he can sense you’re on the path to hell anyways. plus his name means “scatterer or plasterer of lies”. that’s metal as fuck. google him, look at his smile and nubby little horns and tell me that’s not sliske.

𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈.    ·     𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑 : death man in hood and shadows who comes to collect your soul and might take a deal to let you live longer just fits the bill. have you seen grim in all the old paintings? shadowy, wraithy, ominous? yeah, you get it.

𝐈𝐗.    ·     𝐇𝐄𝐗𝐗𝐔𝐒 : your honor, i ain’t explaining shit. i plead the fucking fifth. if you’ve fuckin’ seen it, you know.  ( mr. curry sir, this is a children’s film but PLEASE go on i guess. )

tagged by: @sylvansoldier ! ♥ tagging: IDK STEAL IT PLEASE, just don’t ramble like i did.

[chanroyer]

*   ♤   ⧽   —   welcome back to gallagher academy, chantal royer! according to their records, they’re a second year, specializing in advanced encryption; and they did not go to a spy prep high school. when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of chipped nail polish and a sucker stuck between teeth, waves that can never seem to be contained, the click of keys on a laptop, the feeling you get when you step too close to a fire. when it’s the aries’ birthday on 03/30/1999, they always request their lobster bisque from the school’s chefs. looks like they’re well on their way to graduation.

*   ♤   ⧽   —   google  doc   /   pinterest   /   wc  .

chan really said i wanna hack into the pentagon just to see if i can

so,   sparknotes  version  of  her  doc   —

  -   born  in  sunny  los  angeles  as  lana  stephens .      she  had  two  siblings,   her  mother  was  a  police  detective  for  the  lapd,   and  her  dad  was  a  science  teacher .      perfectly  normal  and  happy  family,   until  rachel  stephens’  work  followed  her  home .      she  had  been  investigating  a  case  surrounding  an  organized  crime  group  in  the  area,   and  they  caught  on .      to  keep  rachel  and  her  partner  quiet,   they  started  the  house  fire  that  would  consume  almost  all  of  the  stephens  family .      lana  was  the  only  survivor .

   -   she  was  eight  when  this  happened,   and  her  brain  wasn’t  ready  to  cope  with  what  she  had  seen .      so  it  just  wiped  nearly  the  entire  night  clean .      but  she  had  seen  a  man  outside  the  house,   and  was  insistent  on  this  fact   --   he  had  looked  right  at  her .      but  the  word  of  a  grieving  child  wouldn’t  hold  up  in  court .      the  police  department  believed  her,   and  due  to  this,   they  were  concerned  for  her  safety  if  she  were  to  stay  in  la .      so  the  u.s.  marshal  got  involved  and  put  her  into  witness  protection,   which  is  when  her  mother’s  sister  melanie,   who  was  living  in  paris  at  the  time,   agreed  to  take  her  in .      lana’s  name  was  changed  to  chantal  royer,   her  appearance  was  modified,   and,   for  all  intents  and  purposes,   she  was  now  melanie’s  daughter .

   -   after  it’s  decided  that  the  case  holds  no  ground  and  is  thrown  out  before  getting  far  in  court,   chan’s  no  longer  technically  under  the  protection  of  the  u.s.  marshal .      they  helped  her  establish  the  new  identity  and  comped  her  plane  ticket,   but  otherwise  they’ve  washed  their  hands  of  all  direct  involvement  of  her  well - being .      such  is  the  nature  of  the  american  government .      however,   if  the  case  were  to  be  reopened  and  they  find  more  evidence  against  the  group,   then  she  could  be  called  back  to  testify  at  any  time  and  would  be  reinstated  under  witness  protection .      yadda  yadda  yadda .

   -   spent  eight  years  in  france  before  moving  back  to  the  u.s.  to  finish  high  school .      graduated  from  a  new  rochelle  public  school  where  she  picked  up  an  interest  in  computers,   started  attending  nyu  just  after .      she  was  the  poster  child  of  ~directionless  youth~  during  the  time  she  met  a  girl  named  mal .   mal  took  chan  under  her  wing  and,   just  maybe,   she  found  herself  falling  for  this  girl .      mal  proceeds  to  introduce  chan  to  her  boyfriend,   and  the  two  of  them  then  lead  to  her  involvement  with  their  local  hacktivism  group .      as  you  can  guess,   this  ends  p  badly .      whoops !

   -   so  they  get  caught  trying  to  expose  corruption  within  the  city  government  and  nypd .      chan  gets  slammed  with  allegations  of  hacking  into  classified  state  personnel  files  ( which........she  did,   but  she  wasn’t  gonna  say  so ),   and  was  threatened  jail  time .      howeveeeer  her  involvement  in  this  caught  the  attention  of  someone  with  ties  to  gallagher,   who  managed  to  get  her  an  alternative  choice .      avoid  having  a  record,   and  go  to  gallagher  academy .      safe  to  say  she  chose  gallagher .

   -   she  gets  to  the  campus,   has  a  chip  on  her  shoulder  for  a  sec  before  mellowing  out  and  finding  that  she  loves  the  curriculum .      flies  through  her  first  year  advanced  encryption  classes  and  her  curiosity  is  fully  sparked  by  everything  the  school  has  to  offer .      why  go  to  nyu  and  study  bullshit  when  she  can  actually  be  taught  something  useful  with  her  skills ?

misc   --

   -   aries  poster  child .      act  first  think  later .      when  she  applies  herself  to  something  she’s  so ?      determined ?      VERY  straightforward .      impulsive  but  also  the  first  to  turn  around  and  call  someone  out  for  making  a  brash  mistake  .  .  .  dumbass

   -   oui  oui  baguette

   -   buy  my  silence  permanently .     for  $8000  a  month  i  will stop

   -   bisexual  but  like .   at  what  cost ?    prefers  all  women  and  attracted  exclusively  to  men  that  are  fuckin  idiots

  -   her  aunt  is  still  vibing  in  new  york,   doing  fashion  stuff,   and  is  who  chan  goes  home  to  on  breaks .      their  neighbor’s  a  new  rochelle  police  officer  and  chan’s  an  ABSOLUTE  pain  in  his  ass,   nancy  drew  style .

   -   can  blend  in  somewhere  just  as  easily  as  she  can  ensure  she  sticks  out .

   -   childhood  trauma  out  the  wazoo  but  at  least  at  gallagher  it’s  not  fuckin  weird

   -   her  existence  just  .  .  .  radiates  the  aesthetic  of  an  80s  or  90s  film

   -   long  winded  pop  culture  debates  take  up  half  of  her  brain

   -   i’m  just  here  for  a  laff  xx

   -   she  just  likes .   knowing  things .   she’s  not  a  gossip  and  she  stays  in  her  lane  but  she  be  knowing

   -   she  can’t  fight  for  shit  but  she’s  working  on  it

   -   kinda  morally  ambiguous ?      like  she’s  good  at  heart  and  has  a  propensity  for  goodness  but  also ?      if  given  the  right  opportunity  she  would  DEFINITELY  take  herself  off  the  grid  to  do  whatever  she  wanted  w  the  skills  she’s  picking  up  at  gallagher .      could  easily  end  up  fulfilling  the  ‘ hacker  in  a  heist  film ’  trope .      she  won’t  bc  she’s  ultimately  prepared  to  Do  Good  as  seen  by  her  having  a  penchant  for  hacktivism  but  .  .  .  she  rlly  could

   -   character  influences :   nancy  drew,   birkoff  ( nikita ),   alec  hardison  ( leverage ),   amy  bendix  ( punisher......shocker ),   mike  ross  ( suits ),   ginny  weasley,   a  touch ?  of  jesper  fahey  and  nina  zenik  ( six  of  crows ) .

   -   this  is  really  all  i’ve  got  rn  just  know  i  love  her  and  i’ve  been  conceptualizing  her  for  over  a  week  now

[captainswanbigbang]

CSRT Author Spotlight: youre-not-a-cat-youre-a-rat

Today’s Captain Swan Rewrite-a-Thon spotlight features @youre-not-a-cat-youre-a-rat!

How long have you been writing for the OUAT fandom? Did you write anything else (original or fan fiction) before joining the OUAT fandom? Are you writing anything non-OUAT now that the show is over? 

I've been writing Captain Swan fic since after I binged the whole series the summer before s7. Before then I penned a few unfinished fics for Ian and Mickey on Shameless, and Leonard Snart and Sara Lance on Legends of Tomorrow. Unposted works gathering dust in my google docs feature Jim and Pam from The Office, Oliver and Felicity from Arrow, Lisa Snart and Cisco Ramon from The Flash, Lucifer Morningstar and Chloe Decker, and Jake Peralta and Amy Santiago from Brooklyn 99. These days I'm trying to realize my long held dream of writing original fiction, specifically in the romance genre. 

What sort of fic do you like to write? What sort of fic do you like to read?

Ohhh boy! Well I love AUs of any kind, writing or reading. A favorite pastime is watching new movies or TV, or reading books, and daydreaming about how their plots or couple dynamics might fit a completely unrelated pair of favorite characters. I think half the reason I enjoy OUAT is bc it p much is constantly suggesting AUs for itself (oh Deckhand Hook, who was I before you came into my life??).  I think my favorite thing about reading alternate universes, though, is that they often introduce me to a new genre, like sports dramas, reality cooking shows, crime thrillers. A cs fanfiction is what got me into listening to fictional podcast radioplays for example.

What kind of rewrite will you be doing?

Rewriting the beginning of an abandoned story and then finishing it.

Tell us about your Rewrite-a-Thon story! What's it about, and why did you decide to rewrite it?

So this is the very first Captain Swan story I ever wrote. I actually sort of went into watching the series (rewatching the first season and actually watching episodes I'd read about through Entertainment Weekly recaps) with the idea half formed. I always had a different idea than show canon of what Emma might be like if she was raised by Snow and Charming as a princess of the Enchanted Forest. And I loved Emma and Killian's enemies to allies to lovers dynamic, and I wanted to explore that in a different way. So my original story was about Emma, leader of a special order of knights, teaming up with Killian to finally track down the Dark One. It featured Killian as captain of a lonely hearts club crew that included a pining Mulan, and Emma in cool armor and suffering from past romantic failures. It's been so long since I've visited this story, that looking at it again when this event was announced, I started to see potential character motivations and conflicts that I had never considered back when I was writing it. This event got me excited to finally finish an ambitious story idea, and this one is just old enough that I realized I don't feel nervous about making the changes it needs.

What are you most excited about when it comes to rewriting your story?

Making Emma's sordid past a little jucier. Adding more culture clash of pirates at court, and knights on pirate ships. Revisiting friendships I was really invested in, like Killian and Belle and Emma and her knights. Killian's rivalry with Charibdis the Cat....

Check out @youre-not-a-cat-youre-a-rat on Tumblr and AO3!

[jemmaqueenofspace]

B A S I C S

NAME/ALIAS:  Brianna HANDLES/NICKNAMES:  Bri, borednow, Lilly, the puff OVER 18?:    yes  |  no MUSE:  Dr. Jemma Simmons MUSE OVER 18?:   yes  |  no  |  verse dependent BLOG ESTABLISHED:  May 2015

W R I T I N G

SELECTIVE ABOUT WHO YOU WRITE WITH? no (anyone)  |  semi (most)  |  yes (some)  |  highly (a few)  |  private (mutuals only)

SELECTIVE ABOUT WHO YOU FOLLOW? no (anyone)  |  semi (most)  |  yes (some)  |  highly (a few)

CANON MUSES, HOW MUCH DO YOU ADHERE TO CANON? not at all  |  a little  |  some  |  mostly  |  strictly  |  multi-canon  |  n/a

WHAT POST LENGTHS DO YOU WRITE? one liners  |  single-para  |  multi-para  |  novella

USE ICONS AND/OR GIFS? no  |  gifs  |  icons  |  yes (Waiting to get my icons back from a crashed HD)

STYLIZE YOUR TEXT? no  |  a little  |  yes  |  a lot  

OTHER PLATFORMS: no  |  yes  |  discord  |  google docs  |  other dm  |  [ add your own ]

LEVEL OF PLOTS YOU WRITE: un-plotted  |  open-ended plots  |  semi-plotted: 1–2 steps ahead  | fully plotted epics: plotted beginning, middle, and end

SPEED YOU USUALLY RESPOND TO THREADS: very slow: over 1 month  |  slow: 3–4 weeks  |  average: 1–2 weeks  |  fast: < 1 week | very fast: < 3 days |  depends on inspiration  

THEMES/TROPES YOU LIKE: (free to add) action/adventure  |  romance  |  fluff  |  angst  |  smut  |  violence  |  tragedy  |  domestic  |  family  |  conversational  |  slice-of-life  |  hurt/comfort  |  angst  |  mutual pining  |  bodyswap  |  marriage of convenience  |  fake married/dating  |  soulmates  |  a/b/o  |  bedsharing  |  no power au  |  magical creatures  |  dark  |  friends to lovers  |  enemies to lovers  |  forced cooperation  | unrequited love  |  amnesia  |  matchmaker  |  drunk confessions  |  undercover  |  bonded characters  |  accidental marriage  |  royalty

GENRES YOU LIKE: (free to add) fantasy  |  supernatural  |  sci-fi  |  historical  |  horror |  comedy  |  romantic   |  drama  |  action/adventure  |  mystery  |  espionage  |  thriller   |  dystopian  |  cyberpunk  |  bodyguard au  |  coffeeshop  |  magical realism  |  college au  |  hollywood au  |  crime/cop au

THEMES YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WRITING? (not triggers) no  |  sometimes  |  yes  |  [ parent death/child death ] - Talk to me if you’re not sure.

HAVE ANY TRIGGERS?  HOW DO YOU LIKE IT TAGGED? no triggers  |  tw: trigger  |  trigger cw  |  [ nsfw, blood ] 

S H I P P I N G

TYPES OF RELATIONSHIPS YOU’RE OPEN TO: romantic  |  platonic  |  friends  |  familial |  enemies  |  frenemies

TYPES OF PRE-ESTABLISHED SHIPS YOU’RE OPEN TO: romantic  |  platonic  |  canon  |  familial  |  chemistry-based  |  none

HAVE ANY OTPS? no  |  chemistry-based  |  yes |  canon ship(s) (Jemma/Will: OTP. Fitzsimmons: NOTP)

HAVE ANY NOTPS? no  |  yes  |  depends  |  canon ship(s)  |  notp faceclaims  

MUSE’S SEXUAL ORIENTATION: pansexual  |  polysexual  |  heterosexual  |  heteroflexible  |  homoflexible  |  homosexual  |  bisexual  |  ceterosexual  |  demisexual  |  sapiosexual  |  asexual  |  gray asexual    

MUSE’S ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: panromantic  |  polyromantic  |  heteroromantic  |  heteroflexible  |  biromantic  |  homoflexible  |  homoromantic  |  ceteroromantic  |  demiromantic  |  sapioromantic  |  gray-romantic  |  aromantic

MUSE’S SEXUAL INTEREST: positive  |  variable  |  repulsed  |  uninterested  |  complicated

MUSE’S ROMANTIC INTEREST: positive  |  variable  |  repulsed  |  uninterested  |  complicated

COMFORTABLE WRITING SMUT? no  |  selectively  |  yes 

HOW EARLY DO YOU SHIP ROMANTICALLY? autoship  |  during plotting—if muns can see them meshing well  |  after a couple IC interactions  |  several IC interactions  |  after many IC interactions  |  slow burn  |  never  |  [ add your own ] - (Seriously based on character and mun- some characters I ship just from the show, some take a talk through some take some interactions and some would just never happen.)

OPEN TO TOXIC SHIPS? no  |  selectively  |  yes  (As long as we both know it’s toxic)

OPEN TO PROBLEMATIC SHIPS? (canon history, age difference, complicated, incest, etc.) no  |  selectively   |  yes  

OPEN TO POLYSHIPPING? no  |  selectively |  yes  |  OT3 me

ARE YOU AN EXCLUSIVE SHIPPER? never  |  no  |  rarely  |  sometimes  |  yes  |  has mains

DOES CRACK SHIPPING EVER HAPPEN? no  |  never say never  |  sometimes  |  yes  |  crackier the better

T A G G I N G

TAGGED BY: @shieldisntalife

[shieldisntalife]

B A S I C S

NAME/ALIAS:  Megan HANDLES/NICKNAMES:  Meg OVER 18?:    yes  |  no MUSE:  Lance Hunter, SHIELD Agent Extraordinaire ;) MUSE OVER 18?:   yes  |  no  |  verse dependent BLOG ESTABLISHED:  July 2015 on @whiskeyandtwoshotglasses​

W R I T I N G

SELECTIVE ABOUT WHO YOU WRITE WITH? no (anyone)  |  semi (most)  |  yes (some)  |  highly (a few)  |  private (mutuals only)

SELECTIVE ABOUT WHO YOU FOLLOW? no (anyone)  |  semi (most)  |  yes (some)  |  highly (a few)

CANON MUSES, HOW MUCH DO YOU ADHERE TO CANON? not at all  |  a little  |  some  |  mostly  |  strictly  |  multi-canon  |  n/a

WHAT POST LENGTHS DO YOU WRITE? one liners  |  single-para  |  multi-para  |  novella

USE ICONS AND/OR GIFS? no  |  gifs  |  icons  |  yes

STYLIZE YOUR TEXT? no  |  a little  |  yes  |  a lot  

OTHER PLATFORMS: no  |  yes  |  discord  |  google docs  |  other dm  |  [ add your own ]

LEVEL OF PLOTS YOU WRITE: un-plotted  |  open-ended plots  |  semi-plotted: 1–2 steps ahead  | fully plotted epics: plotted beginning, middle, and end

SPEED YOU USUALLY RESPOND TO THREADS: very slow: over 1 month  |  slow: 3–4 weeks  |  average: 1–2 weeks  |  fast: > 1 week | very fast: > 3 days |  depends on inspiration  

THEMES/TROPES YOU LIKE: (free to add) action/adventure  |  romance  |  fluff  |  angst  |  smut  |  violence  |  tragedy  |  domestic  |  family  |  conversational  |  slice-of-life  |  hurt/comfort  |  angst  |  mutual pining  |  bodyswap  |  marriage of convenience  |  fake married/dating  |  soulmates  |  a/b/o  |  bedsharing  |  no power au  |  magical creatures  |  dark  |  friends to lovers  |  enemies to lovers  |  forced cooperation  | unrequited love  |  amnesia  |  matchmaker  |  drunk confessions  |  undercover  |  bonded characters  |  accidental marriage  |  royalty

GENRES YOU LIKE: (free to add) fantasy  |  supernatural  |  sci-fi  |  historical  |  horror  |  comedy  |  romantic   |  drama  |  action/adventure  |  mystery  |  espionage  |  thriller   |  dystopian  |  cyberpunk  |  bodyguard au  |  coffeeshop  |  magical realism  |  college au  |  hollywood au  |  crime/cop au

THEMES YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WRITING? (not triggers) no  |  sometimes  |  yes  |  [ parent death/child death ] - Talk to me if you’re not sure.

HAVE ANY TRIGGERS?  HOW DO YOU LIKE IT TAGGED? no triggers  |  tw: trigger  |  trigger cw  |  [ nsfw, blood ] - I do my own filtering and will figure out your tags

S H I P P I N G

TYPES OF RELATIONSHIPS YOU’RE OPEN TO: romantic  |  platonic  |  friends  |  familial  |  enemies  |  frenemies

TYPES OF PRE-ESTABLISHED SHIPS YOU’RE OPEN TO: romantic  |  platonic  |  canon  |  familial  |  chemistry-based  |  none

HAVE ANY OTPS? no  |  chemistry-based  |  yes  |  canon ship(s)

HAVE ANY NOTPS? no  |  yes  |  depends  |  canon ship(s)  |  notp faceclaims  

MUSE’S SEXUAL ORIENTATION: pansexual  |  polysexual  |  heterosexual  |  heteroflexible  |  homoflexible  |  homosexual  |  bisexual  |  ceterosexual  |  demisexual  |  sapiosexual  |  asexual  |  gray asexual    

MUSE’S ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: panromantic  |  polyromantic  |  heteroromantic  |  heteroflexible  |  biromantic  |  homoflexible  |  homoromantic  |  ceteroromantic  |  demiromantic  |  sapioromantic  |  gray-romantic  |  aromantic

MUSE’S SEXUAL INTEREST: positive  |  variable  |  repulsed  |  uninterested  |  complicated

MUSE’S ROMANTIC INTEREST: positive  |  variable  |  repulsed  |  uninterested  |  complicated

COMFORTABLE WRITING SMUT? no  |  selectively  |  yes [ when he lets me ]

HOW EARLY DO YOU SHIP ROMANTICALLY? autoship  |  during plotting—if muns can see them meshing well  |  after a couple IC interactions  |  several IC interactions  |  after many IC interactions  |  slow burn  |  never  |  [ add your own ] - lbr I may ship it from the get-go, but I don’t “officially” ship until we’ve thoroughly tested IC and OOC chemistry :)

OPEN TO TOXIC SHIPS? no  |  selectively  |  yes  

OPEN TO PROBLEMATIC SHIPS? (canon history, age difference, complicated, incest, etc.) no  |  selectively [ no incest ]  |  yes  

OPEN TO POLYSHIPPING? no  |  selectively |  yes  |  OT3 me

ARE YOU AN EXCLUSIVE SHIPPER? never  |  no  |  rarely  |  sometimes  |  yes  |  has mains

DOES CRACK SHIPPING EVER HAPPEN? no  |  never say never  |  sometimes  |  yes  |  crackier the better

T A G G I N G

TAGGED BY: @warwearysoldier TAGGING: Ohhhh, everyone! @therapardalis  @amazongoddcss  @katesgotabow (not like you don’t already know me! XD) @liesforaliving @bloodcnmyname @brxkcnengineer  @shehopes @gracefuldisgrace @analyticallyminded @jemmaqueenofspace @codename-blackwidow

[meeedeee]

Vidding Linkspam July 19, 2019

Conventions/Challenges

 Connexions

Multi-Fandom Convention in Maryland is seeking vids for their vid show. Submit your vids by August 1

https://sites.google.com/view/connexions-south/programming/vid-show?authuser=0  

  Fall Equinox 2019 will be a costume party!

Theme will be:  Fictional sources in any format that are set in earlier eras than they were produced/released in -- e.g., costume / period / historical dramas and comedies.   Deadline for Signups:  July 21 - 28  https://equinox-exchange.dreamwidth.org/27045.html  

Convention Vid Show Question

I'm now getting a little worried... would submitting 3 premieres to fanworks con be considered a dick move? I don't wanna take time away from anyone, but I also really wanna show these vids to people.    https://findmeinthealps.dreamwidth.org/7949.html   

 VidUkon Eurovison 2019 Vid Show ....this year's Eurovision show listing showcasing European vidders & source and celebrating the diversity of the European vidding community across all platforms.  

https://amnisias.dreamwidth.org/59043.html

VidUKon 2019 Feedback Notes

It's been a little over a week since VidUKon, so it seems like a good time to post up some of the feedback notes from the final panel of the year and the end-of-con feedback session. First up: panel notes!   https://vidukon-cardiff.dreamwidth.org/39561.html

__________________________________________________________________________________________________________ MetaVidshow Discussion Post: Be Gay, Do CrimesVidUKon is a vidding convention held in the UK. This year they're trying something new - inviting people to watch one of the vid shows online and then comment.   The vidshow is "Be Gay, Do Crimes "   https://vidukon-cardiff.dreamwidth.org/39913.html

 Vidding Chatter July (vid_bingo)

What is your least favorite thing about vidding as a hobby?  What is your favorite thing?    https://vid-bingo.dreamwidth.org/4373.html

Vidding Chatter  June (vid_bingo)

Have you ever been to a vid or fan-focused convention? Which one? What was your experience like, etc?    https://vid-bingo.dreamwidth.org/3623.html  

 Vidding Chatter  May (vid_bingo)  

Are you a vidding plotter or a pantser?  If you use storyboards, how do you approach them? Are they vague or detailed, handwritten or a google doc?    https://vid-bingo.dreamwidth.org/3441.html  

  Fanvids- Vids that you think of every time you hear the song

https://fail-fandomanon.dreamwidth.org/378261.html?thread=2216111765#cmt2216111765  

 Vid Me Closes (on building our own vidding platform)

This article is about why the site VidMe closed, but provides fascinating insights into the state of things; particularly hilarious TO ME are the "Insights for Newcomers," i.e. what they learned for people who want to try to do this: If you’re considering building your own video platform, here are a few suggestions....  https://cesperanza.dreamwidth.org/594255.html  

 YouTube Vidding Contest Strategy

Vidding strategy is not a thing I usually think about in those terms, but here we are. I entered a youtube vidding contest and the first round was scored and "The Engineer" finished tied for 13th out of 19 entries.   https://seekingferret.dreamwidth.org/307266.html  

 Vids With Dialogue

I hate, hate, hate all these vids with the dialogue left in.   

https://fail-fandomanon.dreamwidth.org/374581.html?thread=2192738613#cmt2192738613  

  VidUKon Vidshow Discussion Post: 2009 Retrospective

This is a new thing we’re trying - we love talking about the vidshows at the con itself, but we think there’s scope for further discussion here on Dreamwidth, where folks who weren’t able to attend the con can get involved too. Anyone who’s interested is welcome to watch the show and join in! We’ll be running these posts roughly once a month, initially featuring shows from VidUKon 2019.  https://vidukon-cardiff.dreamwidth.org/39170.html

 FanVid Recs Thread: Special Request

Nonnies, please give me funny crack vid recs? Any fandom, any ship. I need something to laugh about today.  

https://fail-fandomanon.dreamwidth.org/374457.html?thread=2190469817#cmt2190469817  

 Good Omens FanVid Takedowns

I've never understood how fanvids persist against takedowns at all, especially the popular ones.  

https://fail-fandomanon.dreamwidth.org/374457.html?thread=2189939641#cmt2189939641  

 FFA FanVid Recs Thread

music vids, AMVs, edits, supercuts, mashups, etc. Ask for recs or just drop a link to something you like!  

https://fail-fandomanon.dreamwidth.org/374060.html?thread=2189690924#cmt2189690924    

 Newbie: I'm a newcomer to vidding and wondered if I could have advice to learn the ropes.

If someone could help me learn the ropes that'd be lovely.   https://vidding.dreamwidth.org/395455.html  

 The evolution of #vidding trends be like

2012 - heavy colorings, catchy songs, crossfades, overlayers, texts 

2019 - almost to no coloring, clean cuts, minimal editing, trailer-ish instrumentals 

2020 - no coloring, no editing, no music, just play the damn episode would ya?  

https://twitter.com/anJaaXx/status/1139404158820220928  

 Do you ever have an amazing idea for a vid but lack the confidence to actually make it

cuz you’ve never done something like it before and don’t want to screw it up? Now try having that for like 4 different ideas...so frustrating #Vidding #VidderProblems    https://twitter.com/hollywoodgirl05/status/1137771341635964928    

You know the feeling when start project so inspired and then get to some part of song and you just can't move past it? For weeks... And then start to hate whole song and part of project you already finished. Yeah. #Vidding #Viddingproblems   https://twitter.com/TheMica993/status/1134759868605390848  

 Reading it made me think of lumi_nation and other fellow vidders who see & hear music as movement & color, hear color as music, and so on. There are many of us. We don’t often talk about it outside of con suites and panels, but we exist in our special little universes. #vidding   https://twitter.com/Bonibaru/status/1132780458494910464

 Vidding and/as Pedagogy Vids explore themes related to the source material(s) they remix and rework. In a vid, the juxtaposition of moving images and music, as well as careful sequencing, cutting, and pattern construction, work together to communicate the vidder’s messages.

https://www.researchgate.net/publication/324065471_Vidding_andas_Pedagogy   

Vid Society: discord server dedicated to editing/vidding We are a friendly content creator-based community, mainly for video editors (but also for various other artists), with a passion for anything fandom and art related. Join our humble family and feel free to stay as long as you like!  

https://meeedeee.tumblr.com/post/186406012376/discord-server-dediacted-to-editingvidding  

Vidding Styles There is a difference between completely ripping off a style to the point it's just the same video with a different song and taking inspiration, then adding your own spin. While nobody has 'ownership' over a style.... I'm tired of seeing basically the same videos everywhere.  

https://twitter.com/xOurConnections/status/1150547423841771520  

 Current vidding status: 

Vid for which I have clipped that seemed fun: now seems silly and tropey. 

Vid I have most excellent song for is for a show I thought was ok, but for which I'd need to learn new vidding software. 

Vid I've pottered with for years now has corrupted files.  

https://twitter.com/BrokenMnemonic/status/1149750471156015106  

 Your favourite well-made music vid.... I am an old and don't listen to music radio, so in the last twenty years, my main way to discover music less than thirty or forty years old has been through very well-made fan videos. So please rec me yours with the appropriate link 

https://fail-fandomanon.dreamwidth.org/373194.html?thread=2181417674#cmt2181417674  

  #viddingpetpeeves 

When someone vids ship and uses voiceovers or scenes related to the competing ship on that show. I just always think to myself Bro, that's off-limits" Is this super petty of me. Don't hate me. What are some of your pet peeves, #vidding community  

https://twitter.com/IATFirstGlanceI/status/1146041935074922496  

 VidRecs.com

#vidding friends, for the last couple of weeks I have been exploring (link: http://vidrecs.com) vidrecs.com! (Some of you may remember I mentioned it briefly at #vidukon.) It's very new but it looks as though it could be a really cool resource!  

https://twitter.com/llintrek/status/1144966906690134016    

I just posted my first #fanvid to #Instagram. 

It is an old VCR-era #Titanic vid #Titanicedit #fanedit #vidding (link: https://ift.tt/32FnCPR) instagram.com/p/BzKUNThjCZr/ https://twitter.com/morgandawn6/status/1143897561394110464 

  nothing has demotivated me from vidding more ...

...than youtube and twitter. lost channels on youtube 5 times and twice on here. i know i can unlist, but i don't like doing so. now i'm just waiting for july 27th so my strikes can clear off.

https://twitter.com/RuksarCreation/status/1148686654904983557  

 call me old fashioned but I am really not a fan of the youtube vidding trend..... of putting dialogue over the whole fucking thing. I can deal with a bit here and there but for a 3+ minute song?? I imagine you picked the song for a reason, let me hear the lyrics!!  

https://twitter.com/leanwellback/status/1140679467406376961   

 ...fanvideo styles getting more & more reduced, 

is it even fanvideo editing in some cases anymore....  i guess vidding is living on borrowed time anyway.    https://twitter.com/disasxter/status/1139406005723230208

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 Technical 

VIDDING TECH: WHERE SHOULD I GO FOR HELP?

After a decade as a Mac vidder, I am about to buy my first Windows machine and start vidding on a PC.   https://laurashapiro.dreamwidth.org/382846.html Sharing Your Fanvids To Instagram

 Instagram limits the number of external links you can use in a post. Up until last year, they didn't  support longer vids or links to external websites, preferring to keep the material "in house." If you have a streaming vid on Youtube, Vimeo or your own website, you can still promote it on Instagram    https://morgandawn.dreamwidth.org/1667645.html

Mac Vid Encoding Vids on Mojave

LlamaEnc is not currently compatible with macOS Mojave.  

https://fanworks.dreamwidth.org/10195.html

 Request: Vid Tagging Assistance, Vid Streaming Alternatives  

Requesting assistance in tagging vids using Excel (2013/2016/2019). If you have Office 365 this would be ideal as we can collaborate in real time similar to what you see in those ads for Google docs co-authoring where you see the names of people typing as flags. Additionally, if you have ever wanted to get up to speed with Excel for work or to get work this could be one way of doing so while also watching and tagging vids. I teach Excel as well  

https://vidding.dreamwidth.org/394837.html

 Video Analysis Software

Any idea if any vidders have played with this (or related tools) yet? #fandom #vidding ML-powered automatic video editing app released recently   

https://twitter.com/arnicas/status/1143800870896832512 

  Quick question #vidding community

Is there any other way besides rewatching the source materiel a hundred times to connecting clips to the lyrics? Is there some sort of trick I'm missing?

https://twitter.com/IATFirstGlanceI/status/1139669286581092357  

  Vidding friends, I'm about to make the switch from Mac to PC vidding.My better half is building me a machine. What should I know? How much RAM/what kind of hard drive? Is there a solution for converting iTunes source? (feel free to DM me) Thank you!  

https://twitter.com/killabeezish/status/1145014452552515584   

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[theinsideoutmermaid]

Chapter 1: Tony

Marvel high school AU

Words: 2337

***

“Tony. Tony. Tony. Toneeeeeeeee—”

Tony Stark laboriously lifted himself from his exquisitely nonchalant backpack-supported bus seat slouch. Sighing, he clicked off his phone.

“What is it, Parker?”

Several rows in front of him, in the uncool front half of the bus where underclassmen are obligated to sit, Peter Parker was dangling over the back of his seat. He isn’t a bad kid, really, thought Tony, he’s even pretty smart. He’s just impossibly annoying. Peter looked positively beside himself at having gotten Tony’s attention.

“You had Ross for math, right?” said Peter, just slightly over the volume required for trans-bus communication.

“No need to yell, Petey, jeez. And yes.” They’d been over this several times, actually.

“Ev’rybody siddown,” drawled the bus driver, glancing at Peter in the mirror.

“Oh! Sorry!” Peter dropped back into his seat and instead leaned around the side, into the aisle, apparently comfortable with lying full-out across his best friend Ned. “So anyway, do you remember the logs and exponentials test? Ours is in two days and I wanted to know is it hard? I mean I’ve done well on the quizzes and I think I understood the homework but y’know transformations? I feel like I haven’t really gotten the hang of those and so anyway I wanted to ask was it hard?”

Tony spared a brief glance across the aisle at his friend Bruce, who offered the appropriate amused-but-exasperated eye roll. “I took it two years ago, bud, so I don’t even remember anymore. There was probably like one transformation. You’ll be fine, Ross is an easy grader,” Tony said, and returned to his phone.

“Oh. . . Thanks!” Peter clambered back into his seat, earning a few yelps from Ned. Tony flashed a peace sign above his head in response.

Bruce swung his legs into the aisle, leaning across to talk to Tony. “You know the kid idolizes you, right?”

“Pssh,” said Tony, not looking up from his phone. In fact, he did know, and if he was honest with himself, he even felt a little flattered at times. Mostly, though, he wished his devotee would be someone a little more chill and with a slightly lower-pitched voice. If you go onto thesaurus.com, Peter Parker is listed under antonyms of chill. Tony didn’t know whether he wanted to help the kid or shut him inside a locker, so mostly he just ignored him.

Bruce seemed to be able to read some of this in his face. When Tony looked up again, Bruce was watching him with a half-smirk. Tony flipped him the bird. It turned into a full smirk, and Bruce went back to annotating Crime and Punishment.

The bus turned a sharp corner. “I think we’re here,” yelled Peter.

“Thank you for the enlightening announcement, Parker,” said a pair of Air Jordans extending from the seat behind him. This was Shuri, who, despite being a sophomore, was indisputably the most popular person in the whole school. Also probably the smartest. She exuded an effortless cool even Tony could appreciate.

“Okay, kids, make sure you have all your things and then follow me. Will someone grab the football?” asked Dr. Selvig, AP Physics teacher and coach of the Lee High School Quiz Bowl team.

“I got it, Doc,” said Ned. As the team filed out, he grabbed the black plastic briefcase which was neither a football nor a container of nuclear codes but rather held the buzzers and timers used in the game.

Inside DCHS, the LHS kids exchanged curious glances with the strange students of their rival high school. This bit, the in between bus ride and match bit, always felt odd to Tony. Other schools were like a dimension he wasn’t shaped to inhabit. He hastily broke eye contact with the DCHS girl who had just met his stare and pretended to do something on his phone. A teacher stationed in the front lobby had told them that their home base would be room L402 and then gave directions which Tony had completely ignored. He instead followed the sound of Ned and Peter excitedly discussing Peter’s new Endor Base LEGO set (“It includes a walker and the base has sliding doors!” “Noooo waaaayy!”)

“Are four levels really necessary?” complained Bruce, stomping up the final flight of stairs before they reached L402. “We do just fine with two.”

“Yeah, well, we have 1600 kids and they have, what, 4000? And the lot’s pretty small so expanding up is the only way to go, I guess,” Tony replied.

In L402, the students dumped their backpacks in a corner. Ned and Peter set to work dragging the desks into two lines of five, then Jane and Helen set up the buzzers and the lockbox. Darcy eagerly tested each buzzer, letting off beep after beep while Shuri reset the box. Doc Selvig rummaged in his bag, tossing several pads of yellow lined paper onto a nearby desk and pulling out a stack of name cards. As he read off the names, each team member retrieved their cards.

“Bruce — Darcy — Shuri — Ned — Tony — Stephen - sorry, I mean Strange — Peter — Viz — Jane — Helen,” recited Doc Selvig.

“Can you get that— thanks, Bruce,” called Helen, who was stuck behind the desks untangling some buzzer wires.

“Alrighty then, kids, it’s the first match of the season, and we want to start off strong! We were so close to state last year—” A dreamy look crept over Selvig’s eyes, as if he were reminiscing, and the team waited patiently until he began to talk again. “-- And I think we have a real shot at making it this time. We’ve got a great team, very strong. I think we can beat DCHS, but they’ve historically been a bit tough, so I need to play our strongest members to begin with. If we’ve got a comfortable lead towards the end, I’ll sub the rest of you in. Remember, I want all of you to get playing time, but we also have to think practically. For our starters today. . . Tony, you be captain. Strange, I want you on his right and Jane on the left. Shuri and Helen get the last two spots.” Tony felt a gleam of pride. Captain. Captain Stark. It had a nice ring to it. He slid into the center seat and carefully arranged his name card and buzzer towards the front.

“Some final reminders,” continued Doc Selvig, “be quick and don’t be afraid to jump in on a toss-up, but also be sure to gauge the other team’s response time. The questions are pyramidal, so they get more specific as time goes on. Do not blurt out answers to the bonuses. Tony will report for the team unless he defers. And finally. Do not break the Cardinal Rule!” At this, everyone turned to look at Ned, who shrank two inches to hide behind his precalculus textbook.

The DCHS team arrived and filled their assigned seats; their coach sat at the head desk next to Dr. Selvig. He flipped open the question packet and slid his glasses to the end of his nose, turning to look at the assembled teams.

“Since LHS are the guests here, why don’t they go first at introductions? Please ring in and say your name,” said the DCHS coach.

Introductions were a time-honored tradition of Quiz Bowl. Tony actually had a running list of interesting ways to do introductions, some of which required rehearsal on the bus beforehand. It’s an intimidation technique, he had once explained to his friend Rhodey, who was not on the team and could not grasp why Tony had whipped out his phone during lunch to make a note of “reverse alphabetical order of middle name.” The more complicated your intro, the smarter the other team thinks you are.

Tony pressed his buzzer, watching the little bulb light up green. “My name is Tony, and I am captain—”

“Co-captain,” muttered Strange next to him. Tony paused and made a face like he was trying to inhale a grapefruit through his nostril.

“-- co-captain of the LHS Quiz Bowl team.” Technically it was true; they had voted during practice a few weeks ago and he had tied with Strange. Why there was any dispute Tony couldn’t imagine, because he was cool and smart and interesting, whereas Strange was a smart but also arrogant, condescending, stuck-up little—

He wrenched his thoughts back to the present with an effort.

“My teammates will introduce themselves in order of ascending longitude,” he concluded. Because of the orientation of the school, this was really just a fancy way of saying left-to-right, but it certainly sounded smart. Tony had checked Google Maps and worked it out with the other starters before DCHS arrived.

The other team went for the overused “buzzer speed” introduction. Amateurs, thought Tony. He sized up their captain, a reedy white dude named Josh who looked uncreative enough to have resorted to buzzer speed.

“Before we start, can we get a sc— oh, you’re already there,” said Doc Selvig, noting Viz, the ever-diligent scorekeeper, stationed by the whiteboard. He had made a perfectly perpendicular t-chart with DCHS and LHS printed on either side in his font-like handwriting.

The DCHS coach settled his glasses higher on his nose and squinted at the question packet. “Welcome to the first match of this year’s varsity Quiz Bowl tournament. Good luck to you all. Okay. . . toss-up number one. You will have ten seconds to ring in after I finish the question.” Tony positioned his finger carefully over the buzzer button, seeing his teammates do the same in his peripheral vision. “Science. The Shannon index describes this quantity entropically, incorporating evenness and abundance. The alpha type of this quantity is measured at one—”

BZZZ. The coach looked up. “Um. . . Helen.”

You got this, Helen, thought Tony. Bio was her thing.

“Biodiversity,” she answered calmly.

“That is. . .” the coach said, scanning to the bottom of the question, “correct. Ten points to LHS.”

Tony breathed out a small sigh of relief, feeling a surge of pleasure as Viz scribed a tally on the LHS side of the scoreboard. He shot a wink at Helen, mouthing “nice one.” She grinned back.

“Bonus number one to LHS,” continued the coach. “Math.” Tony sat up a little straighter. “Let p be a prime number greater than three. For ten points each. . . One: because it is not divisible by two, p must have this property.”

“Oddness,” said Tony immediately, not even bothering to confer with his teammates.

“Correct. Two: what two remainders are possible when dividing p by 6?”

Tony thought for a second. “One and five.”

“Correct again. Finally, what theorem states that three to the p, divided by p, must have a remainder of three?”

“Fermat’s little theorem,” blurted Tony.

The DCHS coach gave him a grudging nod, saying, “And that’s a sweep for LHS. Toss-up number two. . .”

Strange kicked Tony’s calf under the desks. “You’re supposed to confer with us for the bonuses,” he hissed.

Tony gave him a winning smile. “Well, I didn’t need to. I knew all the answers.”

“But what if you didn’t?”

“Shhhhh. . . the question is starting,” Tony said, his smile brightening as Strange’s glower darkened.

LHS had worked up a comfortable lead by halftime, thanks to the abundance of science- and math-related questions. Jane and Helen were able to bolster them a bit on history and literature, because they actually paid attention in those classes, but everyone in the lineup was a STEM kid first and foremost.

Doc Selvig checked the questions packet, then checked the scoreboard. “A hundred twenty. . . Okay, guys, I think I can make some substitutions here. Ned, you go in for Helen, and Peter, you go in for Strange.”

Several things happened at once: Strange coughed indignantly, Peter seemed to float a few inches off the ground, and Tony spontaneously developed a throbbing headache.

“Doctor, don’t you think that as co-captain I should—” began Strange in the smarmy voice Tony hated.

“--cheer on the team and be supportive and cooperative,” finished Selvig, giving Strange a look. “I think Peter will be very useful in this half.” Peter’s grin looked like it might rip his face in half. Tony’s headache throbbed harder. He slid into his seat once again, trying to ignore the stream-of-consciousness chatter coming from the sophomore next to him.

“I can’t believe Doc put me in here, I mean I’m nowhere near as good as Strange, but maybe he thinks I am? Wow, could you imagine, I mean this is so cool I’m like your right-hand man, well I guess if you want, I mean—”

“I’ll make sure to defer to you if there’s a question about Endor Base, how ‘bout that,” said Tony, rubbing his temples.

“Really?! That’s sweet, I mean that’s sick, I’ll do my best. Co-captain’s seat. . .” Peter turned and flashed a thumbs-up to Ned, who was looking incredibly nervous.

It got close around question 17, but LHS pulled ahead in the end. It turned out that Ned actually liked to read a lot and was somehow a geek for both Star Wars and Shakespeare. Peter knew way more pop culture than Tony cared to learn, and, surprisingly, a ton of chemistry.

“What science class are you taking this year?” Tony asked Peter when the match was over. Peter hastily gulped down the mouthful of fruit snacks he had been chewing on.

“AP Chem. They let me test into it,” he replied, a hesitant sort of pride manifesting on his face.

“Really?” Tony tried to keep himself from looking impressed. After a few moments of warring impulses, he softened. “That’s pretty cool, Parker.” The kid turned the color of a tomato, stuttered a sort of thanks, and dashed off to relay the whole interaction to Ned.

Bruce drew up beside Tony, smirking again. “He’ll pop the question any day now.”

“Shut up,” Tony said, punching Bruce in the shoulder. But he smiled when he was sure no one was watching.

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Week 7: Digital Citizenship 3: trolling and social media conflict

Welcome to the ‘dark’ side of social media : trolling and conflict.

Internet trolls often troll for the ‘lols' but on the other extreme, there are trolls who possess dark personality traits. These trolls attempt to ruin lives of innocent people online. According to Bishop (2014), trolling has gone from disturbing people for fun to abusing others for enjoyment; causing moral panic. Hacktivists groups like Anonymous often participate in trolling. After the 13 November attacks in Paris, the group conducted massive cyber attacks on ISIS by using Twitter hashtags such as #Daeshbag and mocking photos of ISIS (Ellyatt 2015). Moreover, social media is also used to generate negativity such as hate comments, cyberbullying and conflict. Teenager Amanda Todd was cyberbullied which resulted in her suicide.

How does this relate to digital citizenship?

(Justin Bieber in response to hate groups) 

It goes back to the idea of networked publics. They constitute of not only big groups like Anonymous but also fan communities who come together based on shared interest. For example, Justin Bieber received hate on his music video ‘Baby' and haters commenting that Bieber looked ‘gay' in the video. Eventually, this led to many hate pages of him on social media where people who hated Justin formed communities online. According to McCosker (2017), we should not only understand behaviors of social media trolls but see it in a way maintains online participation. 

Social media governance

Browne (2015) states that social media has impacted governance in terms of internal governance where hate speech could contribute to crime, resulting in governments restricting social media. For example, social media was banned in Sri Lanka after the bombing of churches and hotels to prevent spread of false information and from planning attacks (Romm et. al. 2019).

Does it always work?

One one hand, social media governance works if violent acts are prevented. However, it has limitations so governance doesn't always work. Too much governance over social media can result in less freedom of speech, expression, and rights to obtaining information (Magid 2015). In my opinion, it depends on how it's governed. If it benefits society, governance works. However, if there is too much restriction, problems would arise. This brings us to what danah boyd is trying to say. Conflict won't disappear by limiting the use of technology. Rather, they must find out why people engage in cruel acts online and stop them.

Hate speech is found on every social media platform, but it usually happens on big  platforms like Facebook and Twitter. Facebook was criticized for failing to contain the spread of fake information and illegal hate speech. However, they removed 82% of illegal hate speech recently. Twitter had some trouble taking them down, only removing 43.5% (Schulze 2019). Twitter once had trouble taking down comments which eventually led to movements like #HeyTwitter. 

Nevertheless, removal of hate speech on these platforms are ongoing, and it's important as it would not only remove hate speech leading to violence but also in small acts of cruelty online. Social media made these dynamics more visible and as such this visibility must be used to help people (boyd 2013). 

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References: 

Bishop, J 2014, ‘Representation of ‘trolls’ in mass media communication: a review of media-texts and moral panics relating to ‘internet trolling’, International Journal of Web Based Communities, vol. 10, no. 1, p. 8.

boyd, d 2013, It’s Complicated: The Social Lives of Networked Teens, Yale University Press.

Browne, E 2015, ‘Social media and governance’, GSDRC, viewed 23 April 2019, <http://gsdrc.org/docs/open/hdq1191.pdf>

Ellyatt, H 2015, Anonymous declares this friday ‘isis trolling day’, CNBC, viewed 23 April 2019, <https://www.cnbc.com/2015/12/08/anonymous-declares-isis-trolling-day.html>   

Linke A & Zerfass A 2013, ‘Social media governance: regulatory frameworks for successful online communication’, Journal of Communication Management, vol. 17, no.3, p. 274. 

Magid, L 2015, Banning teenagers from social media could be an attack on their human rights, The Guardian, viewed 23 April 2019, <https://www.theguardian.com/sustainable-business/2015/dec/23/banning-teenagers-social-media-europe-regulation-attack-human-rights>

McCosker, A 2014, ‘Trolling as provocation Youtube’s agonistic publics’, Convergence, vol. 20, no. 2, p. 2016.

Romm, T, Dwoskin E & Timberg C 2019, Sri Lanka’s social media shutdown illustrates global discontent with silicon valley, The Washington Post, viewed 23 April 2019, <https://www.washingtonpost.com/technology/2019/04/22/sri-lankas-social-media-shutdown-illustrates-global-discontent-with-silicon-valley/?utm_term=.b07dfc3b1ed1>

Schulze, E 2019, EU says facebook, google and twitter are getting faster at removing hate speech online, CNBC, viewed 23 April 2019, <https://www.cnbc.com/2019/02/04/facebook-google-and-twitter-are-getting-faster-at-removing-hate-speech-online-eu-finds--.html>

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Upcoming plans! :)

Time for 2019, hah hah :D I thought now’s a good time to lay out some future plans, if only to keep you guys in the loop. Some of these might be a while down the line, so I can’t promise these’ll happen by, say, February, lol, but I’m doing my best!

- So, right now, I’m working on another commissioned chapter for My Forbidden Goddess, this time featuring one of Alice’s schoolmates as she comes under Sharani the goddess’ dickgirl-creating influence :D There might be some more Sandra stuff, too! We’ll have to see how it plays out :D This one’s going to feature some size play and big cock humiliation as Alice becomes more willing to use her powers and starts creating her perfect trans harem. After all, what could be more embarrassing for a college girl than suddenly sprouting a fat cock, mid-exam? :P

- After that, there will probably be another commissioned chapter for How I Made Your Mother :) I say probably because it’s a safe assumption the client wants more considering he told me so himself, lol, but you never know, life happens! X) In the second chapter, we’ll be exploring some more Wolf and James’ steady feminization. The client and I talked it over and it’s clear he’s looking for a slightly slower pace on things, so James might not start going trans in the second chapter quite just yet, as originally planned. We’ll get there, though :D For anybody who read The Forsworn Retribution, the client really enjoyed the dynamic between Maximus and Sabrina, if the point of reference helps any. If you like anthro content and curvy transsexuals and don’t mind some male/male stuff until you get there, this one’s for you! It’s gonna go trans/trans, eventually :P

- After those two, I don’t think I’m going to pass up on updating my own stories, again. I miss writing Blimbo and Dreams, lol, and I know there were some people who really liked Destiny, Terry, and where their interracial misadventures in their sleepy little neighbourhood were going. So, I’ll update them again! :) I’m still in the middle of rereading and proofing Dreams (I’m only at the third chapter, fuck me) but I’m really liking how the fixes are coming out. Things make a little more sense here and there, my intention in some scenes is a little clearer, and the grammar’s gotten a tidying. Good stuff!

- After even that, well, I did have some future plans of my own I was still looking forward to. Over the years, I’ve had it brought up a few times, here and there, about where somebody could read Dreams Nightmare. It was the second story in my Dreams series and was removed from Hentai Foundry following the content policy change of yore. I always knew I’d have to rewrite it some day (it’s ancient and terribly written, lol) but if there’s people who really want to see that part of the journey, I was thinking maybe I could just drop it into Google Docs, or something.

- As well, remember those two stories I brought up a little while ago, the original fantasy one about a tired god in a hopeless world, Immortal King, and the one about the trans king and prince who go suitor-hunting amidst much incest, King & Queen? Well, I still plan on doing them! :D It’s just a matter of clearing a little room on my plate so I don’t have too many projects ongoing at once. I might change the name on King & Queen so it isn’t quite so similar to Immortal King, or maybe change IK, I dunno. I’ll figure it out.

- As well, I had an old idea for a story that never got off the ground. I might’ve mentioned it before, where I was feeling particularly inspired post-MGS5 to write up a story about a milfy soldier in a crapsack dystopic world. I was talked out of it in the past by a former acquaintance, but after reading a couple crime novels for funsies, the feeling’s been coming back, so hey, I might sit down and work on it, at some point. :) If I do, keep an eye out for a story called Belladonna! I’d drop the concept sample I came up with ages ago, but this post’s already long, hah hah :P

- Other than that, I’ve recently been thinking about writing Kimmy and Beverly, a lot. I just recently reread the entire Kimmy’s Maid Training story, so I had a lot of fun thinking about which of those girls I might like following into a new story. Clara was very popular, probably because people love her for the femdom/futadom angle she’s heavy with, but people might’ve loved Beverly, even more :) Shelly was a popular favourite, too! Berri and Courtney got some love, but maybe I didn’t round out Hitomi and Aisha enough to get them some vocal fans. I don’t know. People would’ve loved to see the more confident Kimmy go back and have a second go with each of the girls from the start of her week, the ones she wasn’t so confident with.

I do remember that Top to Bottom was thoroughly satisfying to write for a number of reasons, and I remember asking people if they’d like to see more stories in that vein (stories where some hyper-dominant, ultra-aggressive, rape-happy, mind-game-playing, manipulative twat of a t-girl willing to put a guy through hell to forge him into her perfect bottom bitch instead has the tables turned on her and discovers a repressed subby side of her own) and I’m happy to say the response was vocal! I never forgot :D T2B was a very fun project (I wrote the entire first three chapters over one weekend, lmao) so of course I’m open to the idea of more! Again, I just have to clear space on my plate X) When I have too many projects ongoing at once, keeping a rotation slows everything down to a crawl.

- And lastly, whenever I have a few minutes free before crashing for the night, sometimes I write little snippets about Roxxy and Vic. Recently I did one about Gwyndolin because I’m a huge fan of Dark Souls, I’ve always wanted to write in the universe but I’ve never gotten around to making a real project out of it. I even had an original plot angle in mind, something interesting enough I could make a full story out of. I just wrote Gwyndolin because, well, I think he’s a romantic character, hah hah :D Plus, I was pairing him with a human, and we all know how much I love my fantasy interracial.

Anyway, I thought a backstage sneak peek might be interesting :) Let me know what you think! I’ll see you guys when MFG chapter three is complete :D