#and we can both celebrate what we've written with the world

[physalian]

I’m feeling in a conscientiously objectionable mood right now, as an author who was brought up on the fanfic community and who is now published on the indie market.

There is enough room for all of us, original and fanwork. I don’t care if I get called a snowflake or if my kindness is seen as some charity participation trophy by cynics who are too proud and pretentious.

Writing is art, and art should be fun. I don’t care if it’s a songfic, I don’t care if it’s an E-rated smutfest, I don’t care if it’s a 500k word slowburn epic, I don’t care if it’s baby’s first fanfic rife with typos but with heart and soul, or a veteran’s memoir.

There is enough room for all of us.

Be kind. Leave comments and kudos and likes. Tell somebody they’re doing a good job. Tell somebody you like their work. Be lenient, be gentle. None of us are pretending to stand up against the literary giants. None of us think we’re perfect.

There are enough critics in the world that will tear art down for the sake of being art and “useless” because it lacks function. There are enough critics in the world who will say “Well, it’s no Charles Dickens, thus it could be better”. There are enough critics who will stand on their chosen virtue against queer characters, disabled characters, female characters, minority characters, no matter how well they’re written or how little what they are matters to who they are. There are critics who won’t even read it, and will instead parrot hearsay that was never true.

There are enough assholes out there. We don’t need to do their jobs for them holding other writers to impossible standards.

One kind review won’t turn someone into an egomaniac. One kind review won’t skyrocket a single book to stardom and the NYT Bestseller list. One kind review won’t boost them to the top of the charts. One kind review isn’t cheating or lying or rigging the system that’s already rigged against us.

But it helps. It gives somebody confidence. It tells them that somebody notices their work. It gives them hope that more will follow. It proves all their doubters wrong. It’s a hand outstretched, when they’ve only ever had people kicking them down. It’s five seconds of your time that might make their whole month.

If you’re going to gatekeep praise for only the best of the best, if you’re going to stack them up against the best of the best when they never presumed to, if you’re going to focus on what it’s missing, instead of what it has, when it never promised otherwise… well, that sounds like quite a lonely endeavor.

What do you stand to lose?

[captain-gillian]

thank you to @thisbuildinghasfeelings for starting the fandom memories tag, i am, as always, late to this.

i've been procrastinating making this post for two reasons; firstly i didn't want to admit the show was ending, which i know sounds silly but this show has brought so much joy into my life over the last five years, i don't think I'll ever be ready to say goodbye. and secondly, some of my fandom experiences recently have been, to put it lightly, negative and unwelcoming, but I don't want to let one coward sending lesbophobic anon messages stop me from apprecating what has otherwise been such a welcoming joyful fandom experience.

while I didn't find the fandom until 2022, i've been watching since the first episode aired, and this show has brought me so much happiness (and heartache, it is a drama afterall) over the years.

anyways these are some of my favourite memories from this fandom:

finding community

the thing for me that will always stay with me from this show and fandom is the community built around it. this show at it's core celebrates diverse imperfect characters, and the queer community and on the whole the fandom does too. from the moment i started interacting with the fandom, both here and on twitter i felt welcome and accepted and safe to be myself. this fandom came into my life in a difficult time when i was quite isolated and i will forever treasure the connections and friendships i've made through this show, whether we've never talked one on one or whether we talk every day, I'm so grateful for all of you. it's so beautiful that this silly little firefighter show has brought together so many people from so many walks of life all over the world and brought friends into my life I couldn't imagine my life without (shoutout to @nancys-braids & @fallout-mars) thank you for being a space where i feel free to be myself, even while i'm not able to be irl.

getting back into writing

in june of 2022, I wrote my first 9-1-1 lone star/tarlos fic after a long break from writing, and instantly realised how much I missed it. i'd been a bit hesitant to share the fic, but the kindness from this fandom was an incredible confidence boost. i've now written 23 lone star fics (and counting) and connected with so many people over writing, wether it be my fics or theirs and grown so much as a writer and honestly as a person in that time.

the creativity and talent of this fandom

i've never been part of a fandom as creative and talented as this one, it's been such a joy to read so many incredible fics, see so much beautiful art (from pencil drawing to digital art to anne's creative cross stitching) and watch so many great edits and so much more.

live watching/re-watching

being an international fan i can't always live watch, but the times i've been able to live watch or rewatch with friends, here, in dms or on twitter have always made the watch experience so much more enjoyable. these stories have so much more impact when you can share them communually and react together. watching the tarlos wedding live with friends on twitter will always be a cherished memory.

queer nancy being canon

this moment meant so much to me, I saw a lot of myself in nancy from the very first season, and I always saw her as queer but never expected it to be confirmed in canon, especially in such a beautifully casual way. the way this show treats queerness as something expected, and casual instead of the big dramatic reveal it so often is on television will always mean so much to me.

and finally nancymarjan

not to be dramatic but finding a community of likeminded people who understand and also love my favourite rarepair wlw ship was life changing. the fandom experience can be lonely at times as a lesbian and when shipping femslash ships and i'll be forever greatful for nancymarjan nation <3 the best part of fandom will always be sharing the things you treasure the most with people who treasure them the same way.

thank you @everlastingday @nancys-braids @welcometololaland @reyesstrand @tellmegoodbye @bonheur-cafe for the tags, I loved reading your favourite fandom memories.

open tag because i'm so late <3

[astrophileous]

hi !!! can i request literally anything with spencer based on "in a world of boys he's a gentleman"? everytime i hear it on tiktok i just think of him and i physically cannot😭😭 thanks a lot <3

ANON YOUR ✨️MIND✨️!!! I go crazy over any edit of spencer with slut! audio omfg and you're absolutely right, the lyrics scream HIM SO MUCH 😭🫶 Thanks for the request lovely ❤️ btw some parts of this are kinda similar to details of my other blurbs but you know what? idc 🥰 I hope you still enjoy it tho &lt;3

Warning(s): fem!reader, minor injury (scrapped knee), reader being stood up, profanities

This blurb was written as a part of the "Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K" celebration.

Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K Masterlist / Criminal Minds Masterlist

"Hey, what are you doing here?"

You turned around at the familiar voice. "Spencer? What are you doing here?"

"I'm on the job. Were you inside the club?"

You glanced at the entrance of the establishment behind you. "Yeah, I was. Can you tell me what's going on? Why was everyone evacuated? Is everything alright?"

"Everything's fine, angel. Don't worry. We've got things under control." Spencer looked around at the mass of people in your immediate surroundings. "I thought you said you had a date today?"

You shuffled your weight from foot to foot, ducking your head so Spencer couldn't read the embarrassment on your face. "I do. My date, he's—well, he said he saw some of his friends earlier and went to say hi, but then we got evacuated, so..."

Spencer frowned. "He hasn't contacted you yet?"

"No." You looked at your phone again for good measure, hoping that somehow your date had dropped in a text or a missed call in the two minutes since the last time you checked the device, but alas. "Maybe he doesn't have service? The signal on my phone has been terrible as well."

You and Spencer both knew that it was a pathetic excuse, but you were thankful that he chose to brush past it completely.

"Are you cold?" Spencer asked when he saw you shudder. He instantly took off the FBI bomber he was wearing and draped it on your shoulders. "Here. You know you get cold easily. Why didn't you bring a coat?"

Truthfully speaking, you didn't think you would need a coat when you left your place earlier that night. After all, your date was going to drive you from your apartment to the club and back. How were you supposed to know that he was going to stand you up halfway through your date, leaving you alone and freezing in the middle of a sidewalk?

Perhaps the fact that he decided to bring you to a club out of all places for a first date should have been your first red flag all along.

"Better now?" Spencer asked.

"Yes. Thank you, Spencer."

Someone bumped against you from behind, and before you could dive head first onto the curb, Spencer caught your fall mid-air. He led you away from the mob of people littering the club entrance with protective arms enveloping your shoulders.

"What happened to your leg?" Spencer asked when he saw the slight limp in your walk.

"Oh, that? I, um, kinda grazed it against the pavement when I fell."

"You fell?!"

"Well—" you winced when a particular step sent a jolt to your limb, "—believe it or not, people can get real physical when they panic, and a sudden PSA to evacuate the premises is apparently the surest way to do it."

"Let me see." Before you could stop him, Spencer was already kneeling in front of you in the middle of the road. He flipped the sheer material of your skirt so he could inspect the damage. "Shit, angel. You're bleeding. Why didn't you say anything?"

Carefully, Spencer ushered you towards the nearest ambulance, sitting you down at the back before requesting a first aid kit from the paramedic.

"Need help with that?" the paramedic asked.

"No, thank you. I've got her."

The way Spencer said the phrase made your entire insides heat up all at once. It didn't help that for the following minutes, you had to endure all the gentle ministrations Spencer was doing to treat your scraped knee. You were both glad and mournful when Spencer finished dressing the wound, your skin tingling with the aftermath of his delicate touches.

Spencer took a seat right next to you. "Still no word from your date?"

"No." You sighed. "I don't even wanna think about him right now. Should've trusted my instinct and not go on this stupid date in the first place."

"Why did you go anyway?"

"I didn't feel right canceling just like that. Deirdre went through great trouble setting it up for me."

Deirdre, bless her heart, was your best friend and closest confidant. She was also the person who arranged this blind date for you because she was, quote-unquote, tired of seeing you pining over a certain FBI agent with an IQ of 187.

"For a certified genius, he's sure as hell real dumb if he hasn't figured out how you feel about him by now," Deirdre had said once upon a time.

So, like the good friend that she was, Deirdre set this blind date in hopes that you would finally stop moping around and start moving on instead.

"Your date is a friend of Deirdre's?" Spencer questioned.

"No, no, no. I think he's a coworker of her sister's husband or something? Anyway, thought I'd at least show up and have fun, y'know? I didn't expect that I would be the one getting stood up."

Spencer clenched his jaw. "Well, you can tell Deirdre that her sister's husband's coworker is a brainless dickhead."

"Spencer!" You wanted to reprimand him, but the giggles that broke through betrayed your intention completely. "You don't know that. You've never even met the guy."

"Don't need to. He's got to be the biggest idiot in the world to have the audacity to stand you up when he should be thanking you for even giving him the time of day in the first place."

Your stomach churned into knots. "You appraise me way too highly, Spencer."

"I appraise you exactly as you deserve." Spencer's shoulder bumped against yours. Even under the layers of clothes you were wearing, your skin still managed to burn. "I wish you could see that."

His words washed over you like a high tide. Spencer was the only one who held such power in the world; the power to render you compliant just by the utterance of several words.

It should have been terrifying.

"Do you want to go home?" Spencer offered as he rose to his feet. "C'mon. I'll drive you."

"What? But your case—"

"They'll be fine without me."

You followed him to one of the parked SUVs several paces ahead. Spencer meandered for a minute towards a group of people whom you could only assume was his team. You offered a small wave and an awkward smile when their gazes slithered your way.

"I feel bad for taking you away like this," you admitted once Spencer returned. He had tendrils of curly hair falling down his forehead, and it took every willpower you had not to reach out and stroke them away.

"It's fine. They understand. We all cover each other all the time when one of us has more urgent things to do."

You were 100% certain that taking you home should not have been categorized as "more urgent things to do". After all, Spencer was a federal agent working a federal case, and you could've easily taken the metro or a taxi back to your place. If it had been any other person with you at that moment—if it had been any other guy—you doubted they would have gone through all those troubles for you.

But Spencer was different.

In a world of boys, Spencer Reid was a gentleman.

He opened the car door for you before getting himself into the driver's seat. The drive back to your apartment lasted a little over twenty minutes. You stared at the building outside your window before turning to face Spencer.

"I'm sorry again for hindering you from your job."

"Are you seriously just gonna keep apologizing to me?"

You grinned. "Maybe. Unless, well, you'd let me treat you to lunch sometimes. Or dinner. Whatever works for you."

Spencer chuckled. "Deal. Just text me when and where, okay?"

You bid your goodbye and exited the SUV. Just before you could close the door, though, Spencer suddenly called out your name.

You bent down and peered inside the car. "Yes?"

Spencer assessed you in silence before looking away. "Nothing. Just... don't forget to brush your teeth."

"Brush my teeth? Who are you? My mom?"

Spencer waved you off when you started to laugh.

"Goodnight, Spencer," you said one last time, slamming the car door and heading towards the entrance of your building.

Spencer's heart stirred as he watched you walk away. "Goodnight, angel."

[lilacliquors]

pairing: matt murdock x reader

sweet or spicy: spicy

word count: 540

prompt: [OFFICE]: sender and receiver are making out in receiver's office

notes: here's day eight! hard to believe we've only got a few more left! and for everyone asking, there will be a part two to the bi-han one! it'll be written up after the special is over &lt;3

and side note, the way i ended this one kiiiiiindaaaaa leaves it open for a part two as well, so, you know ;)

if there was one thing you and matt knew how to do, it was celebrate another case won. and it always ended the same way: with you on your back in his office. the perks of having a lawyer for a lover included his own private spot for the two of you. and it was private only because foggy knew what was coming, and he wanted no part of it whatsoever. those were some thin walls, and he was never making the mistake of staying back late ever again.

the door was slammed shut, and matt had his hands on your hips, guiding you the way he always did. he made sure to commit the quickest route to his desk to memory, which just made it better for you both all around. when he had both hands on you, his couldn’t keep his cane steady, so in the beginning you had to essentially be his eyes. but now, it was second nature, and it made you giddy. the backs of your legs hit the desk, and he hoisted you up on top of it with a grin. you laughed and wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him in closer so your arms could wrap around his neck.

“don’t you just love witnessing justice in motion?” he asked, leaning in to kiss along your jaw and down your neck, but the kisses were soft, full of passion, like you were the center of his world. 

“that’s not the only thing i love witnessing in motion,” you replied with a laugh, and he let out a groan, though his smile was still bright.

“that was bad,” he said, kissing under your ear.

“yeah, okay, it was. but you’re not denying it. that makes me the real winner here,” you said. he laughed, and his hands fell to your waist, pulling you as flush against him as he could. 

“is it really about winning? because if so … i think everything about this moment makes me the winner. i’ve got the most gorgeous person in the world in my arms, and they’ve chosen to love me no matter what,” he whispered.

“sap,” you murmured, and without another word, he pressed his lips to yours.

the kiss was deep, passionate, it conveyed everything words couldn’t. his fingers pressed into you, holding you in place as he claimed your mouth with his. if there was one thing matt murdock knew how to do best, it was drive you wild with just a kiss alone. something about him had you yearning for more, and he was always happy to deliver. 

your hands found the collar of his shirt as your eyes shut in bliss, and you just needed something to cling onto. you moaned quietly as he pulled away, his lips again trailing down your neck as his hands massaged your hips, and with your legs still around his hips, you kicked off your shoes, hearing them hit the ground with a satisfying thunk. you felt him grin against your neck, and then suddenly, his hands released your hips and gripped your legs instead, and then your back hit the desk, gently, of course.

“there we go, now the real fun can begin,” he whispered.

[richincolor]

We've got six new releases on our radar this week! Which ones do you want to check out?

Aisle Nine by Ian X. Cho HarperCollins

It’s Black Friday—and the apocalypse is on sale! Ever since the world filled with portals to hell and bloodthirsty demons started popping out on the reg, Jasper’s life has gotten worse and worse. A teenage nobody with no friends or family, he is plagued by the life he can’t remember and the person he’s sure he’s supposed to be. Jasper spends his days working as a checkout clerk at the Here for You discount mart, where a hell portal in aisle nine means danger every shift. But at least at the mart he can be near his crush, Kyle Kuan, a junior member of the monster-fighting Vanguard, though Kyle really seems to hate Jasper for reasons he doesn’t remember or understand. But when Jasper and Kyle learn they both share a frightening vision of the impending apocalypse, they’re forced to team up and uncover the uncomfortable truth about the hell portals and the demons that haunt the world. Because the true monsters are not always what they seem, the past is not always what we wish, and like it or not, on Black Friday, all hell will break loose starting in aisle nine. Perfect for fans of Grasshopper Jungle or The Last of Us comes Aisle Nine, the debut young adult novel from rising YA star Ian X. Cho.

A Constellation of Minor Bears by Jen Ferguson Heartdrum

Award-winning author Jen Ferguson has written a powerful story about teens grappling with balancing resentment with enduring friendship—and how to move forward with a life that’s not what they’d imagined. Before that awful Saturday, Molly used to be inseparable from her brother, Hank, and his best friend, Tray. The indoor climbing accident that left Hank with a traumatic brain injury filled Molly with anger. While she knows the accident wasn’t Tray’s fault, she will never forgive him for being there and failing to stop the damage. But she can’t forgive herself for not being there either. Determined to go on the trio’s post-graduation hike of the Pacific Crest Trail, even without Hank, Molly packs her bag. But when her parents put Tray in charge of looking out for her, she is stuck backpacking with the person who incites her easy anger. Despite all her planning, the trail she’ll walk has a few more twists and turns ahead. . . .

Faeries Never Lie: Tales to Revel In edited by Zoraida Córdova and Natalie C. Parker Feiwel & Friends

Faeries Never Lie, the next young adult collection in the Untold Legends series edited by Zoraida Córdova and Natalie C. Parker, is filled with fourteen short stories to revel in, that center faeries of varying genders and cultures! There’s something to be said for starting your first day in faerie boarding school, for chasing a faerie through Chang’an during the Tang Dynasty, for searching for the missing part of your throuple who may have run away with a faerie prince, for descending into madness after spending countless nights plagued by the same faerie dream—and much more. Fly into this revelry filled with tricksters, lovers, monsters, and the like, in this exciting collection for those who love faeries and those who are experiencing them for the first time! Edited by Zoraida Córdova and Natalie C. Parker, Faeries Never Lie features short stories from beloved authors Nafiza Azad, Holly Black, Dhonielle Clayton, Christine Day, Chloe Gong, Tessa Gratton, Kwame Mbalia, Ryan La Sala, L.L. McKinney, Anna-Marie McLemore, Kaitlyn Sage Patterson, Rory Power.

Flamboyants: The Queer Harlem Renaissance I Wish I'd Known written by George M. Johnson & illustrated by Charly Palmer Farrar, Straus and Giroux (BYR)

From the New York Times–bestselling author of All Boys Aren’t Blue comes an empowering set of essays about Black and Queer icons from the Harlem Renaissance. In Flamboyants, George M. Johnson celebrates writers, performers, and activists from 1920s Black America whose sexualities have been obscured throughout history. Through 14 essays, Johnson reveals how American culture has been shaped by icons who are both Black and Queer – and whose stories deserve to be celebrated in their entirety. Interspersed with personal narrative, powerful poetry, and illustrations by award-winning illustrator Charly Palmer, Flamboyants looks to the past for understanding as to how Black and Queer culture has defined the present and will continue to impact the future. With candid prose and an unflinching lens towards truth and hope, George M. Johnson brings young adult readers an inspiring collection of biographies that will encourage teens today to be unabashed in their layered identities.

The Hysterical Girls of St. Bernadette's by Hanna Alkaf Salaam Reads / Simon & Schuster Books for Young Readers

For over a hundred years, girls have fought to attend St. Bernadette’s, with its reputation for shaping only the best and brightest young women. Unfortunately, there is also the screaming. When a student begins to scream in the middle of class, a chain reaction starts that impacts the entire school. By the end of the day, seventeen girls are affected—along with St. Bernadette’s stellar reputation. Khadijah’s got her own scars to tend to, and watching her friends succumb to hysteria only rips apart wounds she’d rather keep closed. But when her sister falls to the screams, Khad knows she’s the only one who can save her. Rachel has always been far too occupied trying to reconcile her overbearing mother’s expectations with her own secret ambitions to pay attention to school antics. But just as Rachel finds her voice, it turns into screams. Together, the two girls find themselves digging deeper into the school’s dark history, hunting for the truth. Little do they know that a specter lurks in the darkness, watching, waiting, and hungry for its next victim…

Payal Mehta's Romance Revenge Plot by Preeti Chhibber Kokila

This laugh-out-loud debut romance introduces perfectly imperfect Payal Mehta, whose plan to get her long-time crush to finally notice her is destined for success, but only if she ignores her budding feelings for her archnemesis... Payal Mehta has had a crush on popular, athletic, all-around perfect Jonathan Slate ever since he smiled at her in freshman–year Spanish class. At a party during spring break of her junior year, Payal finally works up the courage to ask Jon to hang out. However, her romantic plans are derailed when he vomits on her Keds. Twice. But when Jon offers to take her out to lunch as an apology, Payal is convinced this is the start of their love story. Over chalupas and burritos at Taco Bell, Payal's best jokes are landing as planned. Jon is basically choking on his Coke—and then it happens. "Do you have a boyfriend?" Payal is (finally) about to get the guy. And then he tries to set her up with his Indian friend. Payal's best friends, Neil Patel and Divya Bhatt, are just as mad about the microaggression as Payal is, but they think she’s a little too hung up on him. Determined to teach Jon a lesson by making him fall for her, Payal ropes in her archnemesis, Philip Kim, to help by ceding creative control over their psych project. It’s the perfect plan. Minus Philip’s snarky, annoying quips and lack of faith in its success. But as Payal lies to the people she loves, hides the too-Indian parts of herself in front of her crush, and learns that maybe Philip isn't the worst, she starts to wonder if what she's been looking for has been scowling at her all along...

[inquisimer]

2024 writing round up

bringing back this year-end writing review because I'm a stats nerd and it's always fun to be surprised by how much the time and effort and works add up over time! tagging forward (to some new people - you're always free to ignore or let me know if you don't want to be tagged in things <3) if you'd like to join in: @soupandsorcery | @brightaxe | @glitteringdust | @crabs-with-sticks | @dustdeepsea | and an open invitation to anyone who sees this and would like to do it - tag me so we can celebrate all we've done this year!

words posted: 160,320

additional words written: 46,038

grand total of words: 206,358

fandoms: dragon age. and dragon age. oh, and also dragon age 😂

highest kudos: to feel the sun from both sides at 166 - a missing "what are we even doing right now" scene from the Rook x Lucanis romance <3

highest hit oneshot: I pick my poison (and it's you) at 1515 - yeah, no surprises here, it's the porn 😂 Arlow and Lucanis fuck on the rooftops in Treviso and I pretend there's a plot by drawing a line between the purple lanterns and Spite's wings.

new things I tried: writing (and finishing) a smut piece! that's been on my want-to-do list for a while, so that feels good to accomplish. I also wrote and posted my first polyship works this year!

fic I spent the most time on: the very condition of existence, my fic for @thedragonagebigbang! Female Mahariel/Anora, a childhood friends to strangers to lovers AU where Mahariel & Anora meet as children in the forest outside Gwaren and are reunited years later during the Landsmeet.

fic I spent the least time on: this one is always hard for me to gauge, but probably either softness did not serve me or spit your blood and bare your teeth, two of the pieces I wrote about Nika Brosca's history with the Carta for Febuwhump (mind the tags)

favorite thing I wrote: of my completed works, knee deep without a plea - Lucanis' POV of the weeks Rook spends in the Fade prison! I am really proud of the details I worked into this one for Lucanis and Spite, and the emotions across all of the characters. Honorable mention to before you can kill the monster (you have to say its name) - my WIP rewrite of the end of Davrin's personal arc, incorporating more of the nuance from Isseya's character in Last Flight, and filling in the gaps between the end of the novel and where Veilguard picks up. I'm really proud of the first chapters, and of where my outline is going, but I don't think I can put it at the top of my favorites until it's fully realized

favorite thing(s) I read:

there is no god but they'll kill you for him by tenderest (@/tendertieflings) - f!Lavellan & Dorian, Solavellan, heart-wrenching and angsty "Dorian & Lavellan deal with everything that happened with Solavellan and the world post-Trespasser.

floriography by ritualist - Harding/Josephine, tooth-rotting fluff and humor that contrasts Harding's earnest nature with Josephine's poise, bringing them together in a very sweet way.

contact poison by hellsreluctantheir (@/nonagesimus) - Teia/Viago, yes it's smut but it is also an amazing exploration of their dynamic, and really digs into some of the issues laid out for Viago in Tevinter Nights.

Razorwing by unoshot - f!Rook/Lucanis, a character study of their relationship throughout Veilguard that really pops off with the emotion and the imagery.

hound dogs howlin' round the gate by mortonsspoon (@shivunin) - f!Tabris & f!Tabris, I'm admittedly biased af bc this was an OC gift for me BUT objectively it is such a heartfelt piece about Tabris cousins that will get you all up in your city elf feels 😭💜

writing goals for 2025: finish & publish the rest of before you can kill the monster (you have to say its name)! And if I'm really ambitious, finish my Mahariel cure-for-the-Calling fic, which was the first DA fic I ever conceptualized, but has languished as I work and rework her canon. But it's outlined and I would love to write and finish it!

new works: 65 (!!!)

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[ephemerasnape]

Celebrating One Year of Dark Wizard Debauchery

It was one year ago today that I published Horntail Hell - my first foray into Hogwarts Legacy smut fanfiction.

I feel my writing skills have improved a lot since then, as has my comprehension of the difference between Ashwinders and Poachers much less their individual titles (lol) but upon re-reading HH now it isn't so awful.

It's one of the most in-character portrayals of the player character I've written, that's for sure. I did make a few minor changes, but here.. have it again. RAPE

Poachers x Reader/MC

"This will teach you,” he grunts. “Teach you not to interfere in the affairs of others.”

Horntail Hell

After defeating Ranrok and completing all your quests, you were still itching to explore and interact with the world in the vicinity of Hogwarts. It was really quite lonely. You roamed the countryside for some time looking for fights with Ashwinders, Poachers, and Loyalists – raiding camps you’ve already looted just for the sake of the interaction. Being as powerful as you had become, it had always been easy and ended too soon, that is, until today.

Today you went in swinging to a large poacher camp in a remote area after first observing the occupants in their smart clothing, skull masks, and listening to their banter in working class accents.

“Imperio!” you shout from a distance – not very discretely, and giggle at the ensuing drama. While occupied with their imperioed comrade, you eagerly enter the fray.

After outright slaughtering the first few poachers, to shouts of “What have you done?” from the others, an absolute legion of poachers descended upon you. As cocky and overconfident as you were, you didn’t bat an eye and began slinging dark curses right and left. You didn’t realize how frequently you were being hit. In the fog of war, you didn’t get a chance to take a Wiggenweld potion.

“To your knees!” a dashing figure shouted, right before you would do just that – collapse to your knees and lose consciousness.

When you come around, you notice that you cannot move. You are staring at the ceiling of a large, tattered tent. Looking desperately to the left and the right, you see both wrists and ankles are tied to the frame of a fairly small bed. You pull and struggle against the bonds in vain. That’s when you notice it – the roars of a crowd interspersed with those of dragons. Then it dawns on you – you must be at the new Horntail Hall.

You are being held captive by the poachers. Struggling harder, you think about whether you might be able to summon your wand wordlessly and wandlessly. You try it dozens of times, shouting “accio wand!” in your head over and over until you are blue in the face, but the wand never comes. You really need to work on your wandless and non-verbal magic. You have become far too complacent given your fancy clothes, imbued with offensive spells, and ancient magic abilities. But you can’t channel ancient magic for something like this.

You freeze as a sinister presence makes itself known. “My, my, my, what have we here?”

You struggle harder as the masked poacher approaches you.

“A helpless little mooncalf. Such a young thing, and so pretty too,” he says in a low voice.

“Too bad we have to turn you over.” He has gotten far too close, and you can smell his cologne. “I would like to keep you for myself,” you pull against your bonds harder, grunting. “It’s lovely watching you try to free yourself, but you should know that the bonds that hold you are not only physical. There is no way you are escaping your just fate here.”

“I will never give in!” you stay obstinately, making a show of struggling even harder.

“Shhhh, little one,” the poacher whispers, leaning forward to stroke your face. “There’s nothing more to be done. You are ours, and soon you will understand that.”

“I will never be yours!” you shout.

The poacher chuckles. “We've had our eyes on you to begin with, what with all the trouble you’ve caused,” the man explains, “but to come in and ruthlessly murder my friends, well, I just can’t let that go unpunished.”

His rough fingers run down your face to your neck, where he applies slight pressure to your windpipe. “You should be begging me for mercy,” he hisses. You swallow thickly as his long fingers move lower, and abruptly he uses both hands to rip your shirt down the front.

“That’s better,” the man breathes, roughly kneading your breasts.

“No!” you shout, “please don’t..”

Your cries fall on deaf ears, at least the poacher in front of you doesn’t stop, but soon you two are not alone. You notice the roars of the dragons and crowd have ceased, and now a group of masked men - poachers and Ashwinders of all stripes - are entering your area of the hall. Your heart pounds out of your chest as they walk towards you. “Mulligan,” one says, “you can’t keep this one all to yourself.” You can hear the grin in his voice as he addresses you. “This girl must pay for what she’s done.”

“Divesto!” he shouts, pointing his wand at you. Without ceremony, you are completely naked. You look around the room frantically, tugging against your bonds. “No, please,” you whisper, fearing what is coming next.

“Be a good little girl for us and let us have our way with you, and you won’t get hurt.”

“I will never submit to the likes of you!” you shout.

Another man steps forward and smacks you hard on the face. “You will, and you will love it,” he hisses, and you can feel his breath on your skin.

With one hand around your neck, the man positions himself between your forcibly spread legs. 

“No..” you whimper helplessly as he fishes his erection out of his trousers.

“Yes,” he laughs before thrusting himself deeply into you. You’re dry, you’ve never done this before and it hurts. You cry out as he begins thrusting in and out of you, his hand tightening around your throat.

“Gods, so tight.  This will teach you,” he grunts. “Teach you not to interfere in the affairs of others.”

He thrusts into you mercilessly, and you feel yourself begin to slicken his entry – whether it is lubrication or blood you are not sure, but it begins to feel a bit better. Still, the tears flow down your face freely as the elegantly-dressed yet coarse man abuses your body.

“That’s it. That's a good little capeflapper, taking my cock so well,” the man groans on top of you, lifting his mask up half way to expose his mouth, which descends upon yours, devouring. You close your eyes, your face screwed up into a grimace as the man ravishes your mouth, his cock stretching your pussy obscenely. When he finally stops kissing you, you can still taste him in your mouth, and you long to spit and wretch to get rid of the taste, but you fear what consequences that reaction may have. You resign yourself to tolerate whatever these brutes do to you – you know you are strong enough. You have to keep your wits about you in order to escape when you get the chance. Your resolve emboldens you, although your eyes are still filled with tears.

“There, there,” the man on top of you captures your attention with mock comfort. “It’ll be over soon. You should enjoy this while you can,” he groans, punctuating the statement with a particularly hard thrust.

“This pussy is so good, boys.. Make sure you get some when I’ve finished.”

You shudder with anticipation of what’s to come – more rape. You should have expected this from being captured by men who are so selfish and unscrupulous.

The man on top of you is snapping his hips into you at a punishing pace. “Good little slut,” he groans. “Can almost forget that you’re a cold-blooded killer.”

“How do you feel about becoming a mother at your age?” he grins, before moaning loudly. “Oh, Merlin. I’m going to come.”

His thrusts become erratic and he lowers his lips to yours again. This time you meekly acquiesce, allowing him his way with your mouth. “Fuck!” he shouts, stilling deeply inside of you. You can almost feel his seed filling your womb, and you pray you can cast a contraception charm in the near future.

With the well-dressed poacher collapsed on top of you, his fluids beginning to leak out of your ravaged cunt, you remember the other men in the room. “Come on, Richards,” the original one states, “you’ve had your turn.”

You are in for a long night..

[ancientgoddessofegypt]

Subconscious Manifestation ; How the Womb connects us to the psyche of our hopes and dreams. Divine Fem Talks.

Hey! So this is a small read on subconscious manifestation, using the womb. If you're someone who identifies with your womb than this is for you. The point of this read is to help understand how to the brain and the womb come together in terms of manifesting our realities. I start off with speaking about the subconscious and daydreaming alone, and then connect them all together. Anyways I hope you enjoy this reading and if you have some questions do feel free to ask !

Subconscious Manifestation - Using the mind to connect to the psyche of dreamed realities and making them more realistic day by day.

So you daydream correct? Maladaptive Daydreamers can make a 9-5 out of this constant roleplay of characters they've created with themselves and the world around them.

However, when we spend too much time in the mind, we have forgotten how to manuveur in the body. When we're not activating our conscious brains to morph into the realities we seek. We get lost in what we think is realistic. And whats realistic is not always true. It's something we've all grown accustomed to. So heres my tips on how to process the reality you want but taking a closer look from where it's coming from.

Why did I add the womb? Because the womb carries knowledge of what we need in this reality. And working with both changes the universe's law. Which is connected to the woman. So I'll explain in detail what I mean by this, changing universal law etc.

We are the universe, we carry knowledge, abilities, ideas, things from out of this world comes into this body of ours and we as women give it life. The soul of a baby has connected itself to the womb before you known you were pregnant, and again, you give birth bring life to the world and we celebrate newness in this earth.

So your brain is the same way, it connects the soul to an idea and the idea waits for it to be birthed. When we are day dreaming, we are connecting to the universe. We are connecting to a certain part of our brain that lets out a certain arousement for the dream to even live on. So in this case, I'll ask you this... What is something that you're dreaming of? what are you waiting for? Yin energy is darkness, it is connected to the shadows, and its birth is how it comes to the light.

Now with yin energy, this is unconscious mind written all over it. The mind knows its place but you don't. You surrendered to society's stigmas on how the mind really works but have you really checked in to view that society might not be listening to whats really changing in our bodies and minds? Our minds are capable of a thousand different things. And i want to relax on this and allow others to shape their minds to a new perspective and make things different for your future.

My favorite thing about the womb and the subconscious/unconscious mind is that astrology aligns it with the moon and neptune. The womb would be connected to venus.

Both energies are necessary for growth in manifestations, but when do we draw the line?

I've embraced apart of myself that knows that my manifestations can come to reality when you just believe, however it is so much deeper than we understand.

We can go out there and do the thing, but when their is something rejecting itself in our bodies, how can we work to get these energies moving?

The womb is connected to our emotions, and our mind is the one that brings out emotion into an idea. So both come together to make a fine daydream come into fruition and our intuition (the moon) / gut feeling gives us the green light if its a good emotion around it.

What happens when the emotions are discomforting? Then the mind is also going to make it discomforting. This is the unconscious speaking through the soul, and your mission is to go through the darkest parts of the self to figure out where it leads. The ocean of layers that goes on in the psyche is a mystery on its on, but its a story waiting to be held lke a book and wading for the individual to read the book of waves it has settled into the gates of the mind. It's mission is to let you know how it is feeling in there, and grazing into the subconscious gives us the enlightment we need to push it forward to our conscious.

When a person has not faced their emotions, let alone know how to control them.. They wither away the potential of creating long term satisfactory when coming along the waves of emotions hiding in the belly.

The womb is a safe space, its sacrad voice need not be scoulded. It lets us know as women how to heal, what it truly wants, how to relieve itself from the poison and to move to its desired vibration.

When the womb isn't getting the nutrients it needs, it will fall short of having claritive dispositions. Blinding the individual with distractions and whether or not the woman knows how to deal with this contraction, she will lose hope when she is uncertain with where her energy is needed. The pain of the womb being from generations of trauma women have faced, this dire need to get the womb and the mind back on track is a need. The womb and the mind in a woman is a powerful took in attracting, and many centuries ago women from past lives where able to commence a deity or natural power towards them because cosmic energy lives through them. We are the sacred portals of divine fruits, and we've lost that along the way.

[princessphilly]

Soooo

My 40th Birthday is coming soon!!!!

So I decided I wanted to celebrate in a big way! Thus, a lyric blurb challenge.

So there are two ways to do this:

1. Pick out a song lyric and fandom and ask me to write or

2. Pick out a song lyric and fandom and write it yourself and post it!

Eep: edited to add, Please send me an ask with the lyric, fandom, and if you want me to write it or if you’re going to write it.

Please post anything related to this with #princesspbdaychallenge because I will be following that tag

Open fandoms: TGM, hockey (Sidney Crosby, Nate Mac, Jamie Oleksiak, Brandon Tanev, ask me about others), Marvel, CE characters, Seb Stan characters, Henry Cavill characters.

Tagging: @spine-buster @chara-hugs @starshine-hockey-girl @buckets-and-trees @biteofcherry @vonalyn @angryschnauzer @persephonepraxidikechthonios @hangmanapologist @hangmanssunnies @withahappyrefrain @yanna-banana @callsignspark @kreiderrider @gretagerwigsmuse @fineanddandy @syntheticavenger @sunshinexsin @navybrat817 @ginghampearlsnsweettea @himbos-on-ice @hiimana @whoeverineedtobe @hockeynshit @2-fast-2-curious @jobean12-blog @thebookofmags @fenixstar

Click to see lyric prompts:

Love

There is an indentation in the shape of you

Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo

Taylor Swift - Dress

Baby, won't you be my sweetheart

We could share a storybook romance

Mariah Carey - Sweetheart

How do you do it?

Make me feel like I do

How do you do it?

It's better than I ever knew

Incubus - Stellar

Forever my lady

I say just what i mean

Forever and ever

I pray is what i see

Jodeci - Forever My Lady

Walks by me every day

Her and love are the same

The woman that's stolen my heart

And beauty is her name

Dru Hill - Beauty 

When I trust you we'll make love until the morning

Let me tell you all my secrets and I'll whisper 'til the day's done

Fka Twigs - Lights On

Cupid doesn't lie

But you won't know unless you give it a try

Oh baby, true love

won't lie but we won't know unless we give it a try

give it a try

112 - Cupid

At night, I think of you

I want, to be your lady, maybe

Ghost Town DJ’s - My Boo

I don't ask for too many things

Only one thing I really need

That is you baby next to me

Mary J Blige - Give Me You

I wanna be the one who you believe

In your heart is sent from (sent from heaven)

Keyshia Cole - Heaven Sent

Angst

Tell me how does it feel

When your heart grows cold? 

New Order - Blue Monday

Talk to the wind, talk to the sky

Talk to the man with the reasons why

And let me know what you find

Taylor Swift - Come In With The Rain

You can never win or lose

If you don't run the race

The Psychedelic Furs - Love My Way

I didn't know nothing, I was stupid, I was foolish

I was lying to myself

Mariah Carey - We Belong Together

There's something kinda sad about

The way that things have come to be.

Desensitized to everything.

What became of subtlety?

Tool - Stinkfist

(Do I wanna know?)

If this feeling flows both ways?

(Sad to see you go)

Was sort of hoping that you'd stay

Arctic Monkeys - Do I Wanna Know?

Collect the bad habits that you couldn't bear to keep

Fall Out Boy - I'm Like A Lawyer With The Way I'm Always Trying To Get You Off (Me & You)

The sun goes down

I feel the light betray me

Linkin Park - Papercut

See the stone set in your eyes

See the thorn twist in your side

I'll wait for you

U2 - With Or Without You

I come home early expecting your warm embrace

But something is wrong 'cuz its written all over your face

Dru Hill - In My Bed

Platonic

Like a shoebox of photographs

With sepia-toned loving

Jack Johnson -  Better Together

Yea, I've been workin' all week

And I'm tired and I don't wanna sleep

I wanna have fun

It's time for a good time

Alan Jackson - Good Time

Come on, baby, let's get away

Let's save our troubles for another day

Come go with me we've got it made

Let me take you on an escapade

Janet Jackson - Escapade

The grabbing hands grab all they can

All for themselves, after all

(It's a competitive world)

(Everything counts in large amounts)

Depeche Mode - Everything Counts

Wear the grudge like a crown. Desperate to control.

Unable to forgive. And sinking deeper.

Tool - The Grudge

And on I read until the day was gone

And I sat in regret of all the things I've done

For all that I've blessed, and all that I've wronged

In dreams until my death I will wander on

Audioslave - Like A Stone

It's so unreal, didn't look out below

Watch the time go right out the window

Linkin Park - In The End

And so we're told this is the golden age

And gold is the reason for the wars we wage

U2 - New Year’s Day

And the crashes are heaven for a sinner like me

But the arms of the ocean delivered me

Florence and the Machine - Never Let Me Go

And all I dreamed of, it can't get started

Time goes really slow and I need to let it out

Kelela - Bankhead

Smutty

We go deep and we don't get no sleep

'Cause we'll be up all night until the early light

Janet Jackson - Go Deep

I'm hanging on your words

Living on your breath

Feeling with your skin

Will I always be here?

Depeche Mode - In Your Room

You'd be calling out my name

Begging me to play my games

Depeche Mode - Corrupt

Fetish is a pleasure you cannot be faked, woho hoho

But when it feels this good then it just comes natural

Baby, arch your back and point your toes

Miguel - Arch & Point

I'm your pimp, I'm your pope, I'm your pastor babe

Confess your sins to me while you masturbate

Miguel - the valley

I got plans to put my hands in places

I never seen, girl, you know what I mean

Usher - Nice & Slow

Turned on by everything you say

I'm turned on by everything you do

Jodeci - Freek'n You

No rules to this game

Turn me out

Now I'm helpless

And I beg you

Do it again

Kelela - Do It Again

Grab hold of me

Gentle love but touch passionately

I'll give you my blessing

Take me person and objectively

Ex and internally

Sabrina Claudio

Give it to me like you need it, baby

Want you to hear me screaming, heavy breathing

Summer Walker - Girls Need Love

[zenkindoflove]

Surprise self-rec time! Pick 3 of your favorite things you’ve written and share them here, then put this in the inbox (anonymously or not) of your fellow writers to spread the positivity and help celebrate already written fics

(Added side quest from @achaotichuman, tell me what inspired your fics, why you love them so much etc etc, tell me EVERYTHING)

I can only choose three?!? *cries* Okay, I'll try lol.

...And Again Into the Light (Elucien)- This is a fic I cowrote with @crazy-ache. After our joint writing adventure where we wrote Dear Lucien, Dear Elain, we wanted to write together again. I suggested we write a horror romance story because I thought it would be a fun co-writing genre because we could leave each other with both spooky and sexy cliffhangers for the other to pick up. And that is exactly what we did. When we write together, we start with a basic idea and structure and we really "yes, and..." the rest of the process. I really like writing horror. It's one of my favorite genres and this was an opportunity for both me and Ariana to play around in that sandbox. And I think we did a DAMN good job at it. I think it's a pretty unique piece too, which is kind of a theme we've had in the projects that we've co-written. We both were really inspired by the idea of Elain and Lucien being trapped in a haunted house together, and what we ended up creating was a interesting exploration of the mating bond (because duh, it's them) on top of all the haunts and scares that were going on.

Kneel Before Me (Elucien) - I wanted to include this one because it was the first fic that came to mind when I read this question. I love this fic because both the inspo and the premise is kind of unhinged for me. This fic was entirely driven by fandom ship war wank. At the time, the new ship war topic of discourse was whether or not Azriel really could defeat Lucien in a blood duel, and the takes were driving me nuts. So, Kneel Before Me was me channeling my rage into art. The premise is Azriel and Lucien spar on the HoW's roof top and Azriel eggs him on into a real fight that tests the theory of who would actually win in blood duel like circumstances, followed by some hot Elucien smut where I might have went a little crazy writing an excessive paragraph long description of Lucien's dick because all of the bat boy obsessions, wing span jokes, and just generally people forgetting Lucien's existence and that he's HOT. And hey, look. I know when I'm cooking and I fucking COOKED with this fic. Even though I did tag it anti-Azriel because I wanted to be upfront that the fic doesn't depict him in a positive light, I've had a lot of Azriel fans read it and confirm for me that they don't actually think it's anti-Azriel at all and they like the twist I incorporated that made it all make sense and feel in character. Because even if I'm being a little cracky, I can't help but want things to make sense for the characters as they are.

Summer Heat (Elucien + Erixius) - This fic is my big multichapter fic that is now turning into a series with the sequel I'll write once I'm done with Pull Me in Deeper. The inspiration was really simple. One of my falling asleep day dreams included Elucien having some fun and awkward flirty moments in awkward and making out on the beach and I was like, "okay I keep thinking about this so I should write it." It definitely is an example of my first outline way underestimated the story it became. I didn't even initially have a plan to have a significant Eric x OC side story but once I created Alexius it really just became an animal of its own. This story I think is some of my best work in that it really spans the spectrum of my skills - comedy, romance, smut, angst, and generally a decent plot. It's the first time I made an OC. I did some new world building. And from experimenting with those the story blew up into something way bigger. I anticipate Golden Visions, the sequel, to be an even longer story which sort of gives you a perspective on how much I was inspired by both of those processes. At its core, I really wanted Summer Heat to be a romantic comedy. And I think it still has that essence but I'm not sure it can really be called that anymore with some of the angst and fantasy world building I built into it changed things. I also tried to write a slow burn for Elucien (and very much not a slow burn for Erixius) which I think I was successful at by my definition of a slow burn lol.

Thank you so much for this ask!!! This was so fun! I could write little paragraphs like this about all of my fics 🤣.

[liminalpebble]

Eddie's Education, Chapter 34

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Chapter 34

Pacifica, California

October, 2002

Daylight had long since made itself known, spreading soft buttery sunlight across the shoreline, yet Eddie still sat on the black beach in his pajama pants. He sat and fidgeted, raking his fingernails through the pliant ground and feeling the sand dampening his skin and clothes.

He shivered and nestled his mug securely into the grainy ground. He knew he couldn't keep putting this off. This was what he came here to do, after all.

Eddie brushed the sand off his fingertips before they dipped into his pocket and reverently removed a yellowed, dog-eared paperback.

The Haunting of Hill House, by Shirley Jackson.

He took a deep fortifying breath, released it, and flipped to the cover page. There was Leia's unusual script dancing across the tawny pages in blue ink; a message lovingly penned to him a year ago. It was time (well past time, actually) to read it.

Eddie cradled the paper spine in his large hands as if it were hers, gathered his courage, and read.

___

(Location Redacted)

November, 2001

Being born isn't something anyone can remember, but Leia reckons it must have felt something like this; being yanked from a soft-focus stasis, into the bright lights and piercing sensations of the larger world, every nerve and neuron jump-started into life.

“Eddie!” she howled in a voice so pained and piercing and raspy she could barely recognize it as her own. She lurched up and hastily wiped the smears of blood from her eyes, desperate to clear her vision.

Then she saw him, pale and unconscious on the table next to her. The world blared and bleated around her; machines and doctors barking warnings and orders. Leia couldn't make out any meaning in the cacophony. It all blurred out, except for a singular point of focus.

Once she saw Eddie, he was the only thing she had eyes for, and she wouldn't look away.

“Is he okay?” She gasped out, and grabbed the tunic of whoever was closest to her, begging, “Tell me he's okay! Tell me!”

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Pacifica, California

October, 2002

Eddie sat for a long time. He read with razor sharp focus and the world around him blurred into irrelevance. What he read, he read over and over again.

My Dear Brave Scoundrel, My Holy Diver, My Eddie,

I know it's only been a few weeks, a little early to call you mine, but we were pining for each other long enough, don't you think? I think life is short and scary and precious so we should hold onto what's ours...who is ours. Hold on tight and never let go, because there's no time to waste.

That's kind of dour for a love letter, isn't it? Sorry. I've never written one of these and I've never been expressive with my emotions to begin with (but you already know that).

Anyway...I picked this book as your gift for a reason. I know you've read it too, so you know all about the “cup of stars” and never letting anyone take it; insisting on what's precious. We've both spent so much of our lives fighting for ourselves and never quite winning those battles, never quite able to keep that teacup in our grasp...until now.

You're my cup of stars, Eddie. I'll always chose you first; insist on you and only you. You're so unique and vibrant and talented, so full of life and love and tenacity. I'll defend and protect that with all I have, always. I'll hold on tightly.

Your presence falls around me like bright confetti and makes everything a special occasion; something to celebrate and break out the good china for...the cups of stars.

I know that in the book, things don't end so great for poor Eleanor, although she did so well in the beginning, insisting on getting her way for once. I think that's beautiful too, though, because no matter what the ending is, the lovely sparkling details of good mattered so much. They mattered more, in fact, in light of all that pain.

I know I'm pessimistic sometimes, Eddie. I know we both have damage and cracks in our porcelain that made us shrink from connection; kept us expecting the other shoe to drop and every fragile good thing to shatter underfoot. So, maybe this is just me looking around for that other boot to fall. In case it does...in case, for whatever reason, our story doesn't end happily, remember that it's beautiful now. It matters now and it will forever. Nothing is diminished. The cup is still gorgeous, even if it's broken (sometimes even more so, because of how those broken bits glimmer in the light).

We make each other better, fuller, more complete. We glue our patterns back together so they make sense again. I believe that. We mend each other's cracks in ways no one else could. I want to continue doing that until whenever the story of my life ends. So, whatever sad or wasted time there was in the previous chapters, remember that they make the rest of the story all that much more stunning and important, because they led to so much love and meaning.

I love you, Eddie. I always will. Thank you for carefully restoring all my shattered pieces and kissing the cracked lines, the flaws, and weak spots. You've done the impossible and loved me back into one piece; unshattered me. Whatever horrors and terrors and worries surround us in the future, you'll always be my cup of stars, my hero, my space scoundrel, my rockstar. Let's draw our swords and fight for it together, for always. I love you.

Leia

Eddie sobbed. He sobbed like he did when he lost his mother. He sobbed like he did when his father never cared enough to come back, then broke his heart when he did. He cried like he had into Wayne's jacket when he was eight years old in a hospital lobby. He cried in a way he hadn't cried since he was a child; in absolutely unrestrained face-aching hiccuping sobs.

But this was different. This wasn't overwhelmed sobbing because of what he'd lost, but because of what he'd gained. It felt right to close the chapter this way...with a release. This time no one would tell him to suck it up, and for once, he wouldn't tell himself to. On the contrary, this time someone would be there to hold him.

Eddie felt a warm hand massage his shoulder gently, then the drape of a warm fabric around his goosebumped arms. He hadn't heard her steps through the muffling sand.

Leia didn't say a word, only opened her sweater to gather him in and share the warmth with him as they sat. She cried with him. They held each other for a quiet, sacred moment that stretched out like the coastline itself. It might have been hours or minutes. They couldn't tell and didn't care.

Finally, Eddie sniffed and wiped at his eyes with the collar of his shirt. He gave a little smirk, and said a raspy, “Hi.” Though his eyes were wet and red, the edges lifted into those adorable laugh lines. Leia traced them and then pressed her lips to the same spot.

“Hi, scoundrel,” she said kindly, then raised the sweet cupid's bow of her lips into that smile he loved so much. “So, you finally read it, huh?”

“Yeah,” he whispered as held her close to his chest in the cocoon of worn wool, smelling the familiar almond scent of her hair and skin as he nuzzled against the top of her head, inhaling deeply, catching his breath again.

His hand ran up and down the length of her arm, over and over again, like he couldn't believe she was really here, still here, and needed the evidence. He held onto to her, gripping the thick fabric like a security blanket.

He sniffed and tilted her chin to face him. “It was beautiful. You're so beautiful. You're so goddam beautiful.”

And he, rather uncharacteristically, couldn't find any other words for a long time. He couldn't ramble or babble in that way the Leia found so endearing, but he always worried would annoy her.

The silence took on a kind of reverence after Eddie's ritual. They walked hand in hand back to their little beach house, stepping past the Halloween decorations strewn generously around their quaint garden. They stepped gently and through all their ghosts, their little makeshift graveyard. They were laying their past to rest, finally.

It was still quiet in their bedroom as he unwrapped her from her wool layers and warmed her with his own body. When their mouths met and they touched, their skin still glowed from the presence of the strange materials continuing to knit their bodies together (into whole people again, and in a way, to each other). They glowed from the inside out every time they touched like this. It was like flashlights beneath beige blankets. A glowing secret under layers of soft lust-warmed flesh.

The first time it was alarming, and left them concerned enough to ask the doctors following their case about it. From the other side of the phone, Dr.Willis assured them it was an expected side effect from their otherworldly medical treatments. After that, they embraced it as a beautiful and unique part of their lovemaking. Their skin literally glowed in recognition of each other. It seemed to them acutely symbolic and poetic.

Against the backdrop of a gloomy autumn afternoon, they glowed together. They glowed when he kissed the rough marks on her neck where she was still healing from Vecna's attacks. They glowed when she kissed across his ribs and shoulder blade where the upside down had tried to tear him apart and eat him alive, where the wounds still ached sometimes.

Her teeth grazed over his lower stomach as her mouth circled the faint trail of dark hair. Eddie groaned, and she noticed the silvery white line of a faint scar she hadn't noticed before.

Leia shuffled up to him and held his face, eyes wide with concern. “Oh! Eddie, I'm so sorry. Did I hurt you?”

He laughed loudly; that full boisterous, mischievous, Eddie laugh that she adored. “No...no sweetheart. That was a good sound,” he kissed her as he growled the last few words against her lips. “A very good sound.”

When she broke away from the kiss and searched his face, she asked, “It doesn't hurt?”

He shook he head and smiled warmly, tears of joy welling in the dark pools of his eyes.

“Sometimes it hurts. But, not now. Whenever you touch me, nothing hurts.”

*Hello, my dear friends! A thousand times, thank you for going on this journey and being so incredibly supportive and patient with me. You're welcome to end the story here, however there will be an epilogue later on involving a visit from the crew for Thanksgiving, and maybe a little slice of retroactive smut as a treat.

@veemoon @elegantkoalapaper @sweetsigyn @little-wormwood

[alarrytale]

Hi Marte. So I'm probably completely wrong here but I'm just theorizing. Harry and Louis have talked about wanting kids since they were young and Harry mentioned it again in HH promo. If they had plans to eventually CO and start a family then would they get involved with beards who stipulate in a contract that they can't CO? Would they agree to that? Harry would be digging himself into a hole by adding more and more beards and making it increasingly harder for himself. There is probably something in the contract to say that either party can't CO until 5 or 10 years after the relationship ends, or that they have to keep up with the pretense that the relationship was real. But I can't imagine Harry would agree to a contract knowing he could never CO. So there are 2 options here. That they plan on never CO or they agree to a contract knowing that they will be able to CO at some point. The only thing is that I wonder if they were to CO if there were some grounds that the other party could sue them for damage to their image but maybe they can come up with a way that does minimum damage. In Leo and Bradley's case with Gigi, I don't get the impression that Leo and Bradley want to CO so it might not matter so much to them. But I can't imagine Harry and Louis wanting to be closeted forever. If that was the case then wouldn't they shut down any speculation about their sexuality? It would be so easily to do a written interview or in depth IG post talking about how harmful the speculation has been, or they even could get fake married. On the other hand, speculation about their sexuality is good publicity for them. But I'm not sure they would welcome the speculation if they planned on never CO. Wouldn't that be like queerbaiting? What do you think?

Hi, anon!

I don't think kids are a priority for them right now. They're a celebrity gay couple, kids will basically mean the end of both their careers. I don't see either of them wanting to be the primary care taker while the other one's on tour. That wouldn't be fair either. So they will both have to be there and be present for their kids. I think they'd both want that too, in 7-10 years or so.

I don't think H or L would go into a contract willingly with a beard, stipulating that they can't come out. But all this started in 1D when they were young and impressionable, and i'm not sure if they knew the consequences of what they were forced/pressured/convinced into by Sony. Bar TS or Kendall maybe, i think H's team has been the one in power and written the contract stipulations. I don't think H would have put himself in a situation where it would be neccessary to agree to such a term. So i don't think that's what's stopping him from coming out. Bg is a bigger hindrance for them.

I agree if they never plan to come out all the queercoding, fights with management and bargaining they've done have been pretty pointless. It doesn’t make sense as a theory based on all we've observed over the years. I'm pretty sure they both would come out this second if they could. H and L have always given attention to and praised people who have come out. Like L with the rainbow apple t-shirt for tim cook and H with the michael sam football shirt. They so badly wish it was them having that opportunity.

If they never plan to come out, because they can't or because they don't want to, we would have seen a totally different behaviour from them. What on earth is the point of singing i love him i hate it if you don’t want the world to know you're gay and in a relationship, because you'll never be out? It's not queerbaiting, it's queercoding and wanting people to see beyond the stunts and lies, and see the truth. Speculation about their sexuality isn't good publicity if you have to go on twitter and shut it down, making yourself look like a right douche and a homophobe by doing it. It's harmed Louis' image and popluarity immensely, both among fans, the gp and journalists.

Since they want out, there must be a way out. Louis wouldn't be all faith in the future if there never was a way out for them. Harry wouldn't be jumping from stunt to stunt if he's in this for life. He'd find a more permanent solution. If there weren't a way out they would have given up the fight long ago. They're still fighting.

[whumpdrivethru]

Hello! Can I get a group of whumpers kidnapping a whumpee to get to Caretaker, who they wanted revenge against? Thanks so much!

-- @whumperofworlds

Heyyyy! Coming right up. Thank you for choosing the whumpdrivethru. Hope you enjoy 💙

Vengeance for Your Woes

TW: Blood, bruises, kidnappingggg, restraints, light torture, drugging, unconsciousness, choking, an instance of dehumanising language, defiant whumpee, male whumpee, sadistic whumper (First Whumper), non-con touch (non-sexual), captivity, bone fractures, violence, smoking and holyyyy crap, this is the longest tw list I've ever written

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"That is it!" First Whumper screamed, slamming their boot into the door, kicking it open.

Second Whumper groaned, massaging their left temple where a migraine was threatening to form in anticipation of one of First Whumper's frankly child-like temper tantrums. And the second the leader learned that Third Whumper hadn't had any luck finding Caretaker, wherever the hell she was, it was just going to get better from here.

"I didn't find the bloody idiot," First Whumper huffed, practically hurling themselves onto an armchair, throwing one leg over the other.

"Ah, I really couldn't tell," Second replied dryly, letting the ghost of a smile grace their lips.

Braver people than Second would have crumbled under First's dark glare, their whole face contorting into the very definition of fury. "This is really not the goddamn time for you to get smart with me, Second." 

Second Whumper merely rolled their eyes as their commander barked at some servant of theirs to fetch them a lighter and their slowly dwindling pack of ridiculously expensive cigarettes.

"Can you not do that in here? My asthma's still acting up," Third remarked timidly, as they wiped at their hair, still somewhat wet from the shower. They were the newest member and a little younger than both their teammates, thus not as numb to First's rage as Second was.

Choosing to disregard their comment, First Whumper turned to them, slowly exhaling as smoke came out of their mouth in phantom shapes. "Got any closer to finding Caretaker?" they asked, voice dangerously calm. 

Third shook their head, refusing to meet First's steely, stormy grey gaze. The latter sharply sucked in a breath, slowly letting it out again. "I'd be pissed at you, but that would be stupid, considering I couldn't find her either," they spat, flicking the ash off their cigarette.

"This is a sign of growth. First realising they can't do something too. Calls for celebration," Second mentally quipped, deciding the best course of action was to keep that to themselves, absolutely revelling in the look of utter shock on Third's face.

The three Whumpers all had a bone to pick with Caretaker, an infuriating bastard who'd crossed them a whole lot more than once. Stealing from them, ruining meticulous plans and even going as far as killing some of their best men, all acts servicing her misguided and highly annoying sense of heroism.

Second's smugness wasn't completely lost on First, probably taking note of their languid gaze, "Well, got anything useful to add, Second? Or are you just going to turn your nose up at us?" Their eyes held a glint of danger as they blew a ringlet in Second's direction.

The person in question merely smirked at them, turning the full weight of their gaze on them. "Actually I do. The reason we've been failing every time is because we've been doing the exact same thing every time. As an insane man does. I say we lure Caretaker over to us," they replied evenly.

Third leaned forward, resting their elbows on the table, eyes sparkling with curiosity while First raised a skeptical brow at them, flicking the ash off of their cigarette. "Well, Caretaker doesn't care about anything in the world, aside from this person called Whumpee. A friend, family member, lover, I'm not sure, but what matters is, Caretaker would do literally anything for Whumpee. I found out about his existence just today. So, if we get him here, maybe rough him up a little, she will come crawling right to us," they finished, the ghost of a smile playing on their lips.

"There's just one thing wrong," Third remarked, raising one eyebrow, "If we can't find Caretaker, how the hell will we find Whumpee?" 

Second's smile sharpened. "We're lucky that he decided to go camping all by his lonesome in the woods, not too far from here."

First nodded in approval, discarding their practically dead cigarette. They were going to show Caretaker just how much it cost to be their enemy.

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It had been easy, far too easy to sneak up on Whumpee, to stick a chloroform-soaked cloth onto his mouth and nose and watch in delight as his struggles died down and, his pointless screams became muffled as his whole world spun and faded to black. 

He was light and slender, and while he was somewhat fit and muscled, he wasn't a fighter, not as dangerous as either the Whumpers or Caretaker. So breaking him shouldn't have been a problem. The simple concept of the irrational sensation of all-consuming fear that accompanied regaining consciousness in an unknown place should've scared him into submission. 

"Wake up, sunshine. It's playtime," Second taunted, roughly patting his cheek. 

Whumpee's bright blue eyes burst open, and like they expected, he resembled a deer in headlights, frantically looking all around him, as his chest rose and fell rapidly with panic. "Wh-who are you?" he rasped out.

"Friends of Caretaker," Third replied evenly, their jaw clenched and their face stone-hard, surprisingly menacing when they wanted to be.

"Wh-what did you do to her?" Whumpee accused, growing a little bolder.  "I swear if you lay a hand on he-" 

"Aw you poor, little lamb," First cooed, caressing his jaw, their fist tightening on his face when he tried to pull away in disgust, "Caretaker's not here, but we're hoping you'll be our lucky charm and lure her here." 

Whumpee's face contorted into a scowl, while First's lit up with a grin. This was going to be fun. 

They seemed to have gotten a little carried away with 'roughing him up', carving deep, ugly lacerations into Whumpee's skin with a pen knife, also leaving fist shaped bruises in disgusting shades of purple of brown, snapping several of his ribs underneath their boots.

"I think I should throw my punching bag out. You are a whole lot better," First remarked, rolling their shoulders and grinning savagely at him. 

"Screw you," Whumpee spat, only to be rewarded with a knife stuck in his shoulder and an animalistic snarl of pleasure. Even though this was characteristic of almost every one of their hellish torture sessions, First Whumper never got tired or bored, actually claiming to find Whumpee's torment "rejuvenating."

Second and Third may have been almost slightly more merciful than First, using the pain only to get as much information about Caretaker as possible, or actually, Third asked the questions and Second acted out the threats, wrapping their fingers around Whumpee's throat and slowly tightening their grip with every furious "No," that Whumpee barked out until he literally blacked out.

They'd planned to continue this for a week before sending proof of their handiwork to Caretaker, except they hadn't even gotten the chance, their target bursting into Whumpee's makeshift holding cell in the middle of another impromptu torture session, the pained, broken look in the captive's eyes being replaced with another defiant smirk. 

"Hello bastards," Caretaker seethed, letting a savage grin dance across her face as her hand went to the gun in the holster on her hip. "I've put up with so much of your crap, but touching him? I'll make you pray you were never born."

The fury in her eyes could set fire to entire countries, lay waste to cities and rip people apart like ragdolls. She was going to show them hell for even daring to think of harming him, let alone rendering him tied up, bruised and bleeding. 

You have been served by Natalia < 3 < 3

[kidgillis]

Darling, I hope one day my letters will find you. I believe my words will give you the answers you've been seeking. I know...it's been a long time coming. Well, the wait is over. I've arrived at a place where I can share with you - all I am now and was before. I pray my messages will penetrate your heart while providing the clarity, protection, and comfort you need to get through your days. You deserve the best of this world, and all it offers. Forgive me if I've never shown you that. I'm sorry that I couldn't be with you in person to teach you what these letters will reveal. Lord knows how deeply we've both been troubled by each other's absence and lack of loving - it's unbearable but justified. I know how you feel. I don't blame you a bit. I can't help who I was or who I have now become. But I believe you'll be able to yield to my request, know my voice, learn my ways, and live a life worth celebrating expediently through what's written on these pages. I know there's only so much I could relay with a pen and pad. But I did the best I could. For you, I tried my hardest to honor all that you were and were to become. I only wish I could've been a part of it as I should've or observed from afar as I would've but chose not to due to unfortunate circumstances. I hope you understand and will find it inside yourself to get re-grounded and rooted in who you truly are. Hopefully, this helps you heal, as it has done for me. As much as we try to ignore it...you are a part of me. Forever yours with so much love, beloved.

[passionateseadruid]

Netflix Death Note Rewrite

Summary:

I’m rewriting the 2017 Death Note Movie

This is the first in a series of Rewrites! Pretty much no one liked the Death Note Netflix Adaptation so I (an actual fan of the series) will try to rewrite the movie to actually make it compelling and competent.

First things first how long would this be? Ideally a mini series of 5-8 episodes maybe around 30 minutes each give or take. But let's say that we only have the original 1 hour and 40 minutes for a movie. Well we better make the most of it then.

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We open up on an old abandoned church busted pews, broken windows, and a cracked alter. The whole place furnished with old rugs and tarps to cover up the decay of the furniture, thousand of candles everywhere, maybe a mural on the wall of a brunette positioned in a stance with his arms out spread, welcoming the people, yet judging them at the same time.

"Light" Turner (still known as Donn Turner) stands behind the alter talking about Kira.

"Thank you all for coming to honor our savior. Kira the great god of justice, the god of the new world. I notice we have some knew attendants." Donn motions to a couple. Everyone looks to them and Donn motions them up to the front where they complete a ritual, something maybe to do with candles and ending in eating an apple. 

After the ritual everyone leave except for a brunette girl named Mia. She comes up and kisses him on the lips, praising him and his sermon today.

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The original relationship was very stale and didn't have much weight put onto it. It was also very toxic and the two characters didn't have much in common. By making "Light" the leader of this cult and Mia his pre-established girlfriend in said cult it tells us a few things about these characters already.

A. "Light" is very manipulative, and charismatic, while still being the toxic bitch he was to Misa in the anime. B. Mia, much like Misa is very loyal, but she's actually less interested in "Light" and is devoted heart, body, mind, and soul to Kira (You'll get to see more of that later but essentially Mia is a flip of Misa. Misa was first devoted to the idea of Kira and then her devotion turned into an obsession with Light. Mia will be the opposite but right now that's a further plot-point). And C. This takes place after either the Anime or the Manga (though I'm leaning more towards the Mange because the epilogue of that had the set up to this, where there were Kira Cults.)

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The next scene Donn and Mia enter Lights home and his dad is there preparing takeout.

"Donny! Oh Hello Mia."

"Hello Mr. Turner."

"Do you want to stay for Dinner? Donn made the Honor role again and got a 100% on his recent science project. I ordered his favorite food as a reward! We've got a lot to celebrate!"

"No thanks Mr. T. I should bet home. My step monsters will kill me if I'm out past my curfew."

"Okay, see you at school tomorrow." Donn smiles and strokes her head. He kisses her forehead and she kisses his cheek. 

"Bye love!" she smiles and walks out.

"Love huh? That's a bit soon considering your both still in school."

"Dad-"

"No no! It's fine she's a nice girl. I just don't want you to do something you'll regret,"

"I'm fine! I'll be in my room." He grabs a plate scoops some food onto it and takes it to his room.

"Wait I caught the Grim Angel today! Don't you want to hear about that? Donn? Can You at least take out the trash?"

"I will!" He slams the door. He then scarfs down the food and throws some garbage into the trash including a bag of potato chips. Then he goes to empty the trash. Once outside he throws the trash in the garbage can it starts to rain as a book drops right on Donn's head. "What the hell?" He picks it up and brings it into the house.

He goes up to his room and locks the door. "The human whose name is written in this note shall die. This will not take effect unless the writer has the person's face in their mind when writing his/her name. Therefore, people sharing the same name will not be affected. If the cause of death is written within the next 40 seconds of writing the person's name, it will happen. If the cause of death is not specified, the person will simply die of a heart attack. After writing the cause of death, details of the death should be written in the next 6 minutes and 40 seconds. No way, is this how Kira killed all those people?"

"Yes actually." Donn falls off his chair with a scream. Before him stands a big monster, 8 feet tall and looking like a demon. He had no eyes, and black fungus all over his body. His body itself was a ghostly pale and he had red flame like horns popping out the side of his head crackling and moving in a none existent wind. "Calm down! You have a father downstairs don't you. I'm sure he'll be worried if you start screaming."

"How do you know that? What are you?"

"My my. I thought a fan of our savior Kira would know a lot more about Shinigami."

"Kira? You're a Shinigami?"

"Yes... I go by Justice now."

"What does that mean?"

"I was human once. I was the most devout follower of Kira when we were alive."

"Teru Mikami."

"I cannot say. It is one of the rules."

"So why are you here?"

"I'm here to finish my work. I want you to kill off the remaining criminals."

"Why can't you do that yourself?"

"After the incident there was another rule in place to limit how many humans we can kill a year to just ten."

"Did you choose me? Is that how you know about my family?"

"Yes. I want you to become Light Yagami reincarnated, and for your precious little girlfriend to be the new Misa Amane."

The Shinigami "Justice" would then go on to push light into his first kill. He snuck into his dad's room and pilfered his brief case for the name of the Grim Angel. Damon Cher. Donn pushes him to escape custody steal a bike and ride onto the freeway.

"No one else should get hurt right? That's what it says on one of the rule pages."

"Correct."

About an hour later Mia sends him the news story via text that is identical to what he'd written down in the book.

"I'm a murderer."

"I thought that you were Kira's fan. Don't you want purge the world?"

"No! I just-"

"Lightling... if you don't do this I'll kill you and your girlfriend."

"Why me?"

"You're perfect."

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Okay that was a lot but it's all very important. Thing is... this is a sequel to the original death note and some of the themes I want to address are imposter syndrome and how you can't live in someone else's shadow. Spoiler alert but both "Light" and "L" are living in their successors shadows trying to live up to the expectation's of someone else. 

I also needed to give a reason why Light/Misa/Mikami wouldn't just rid the world of criminals once they became Shinigami. While I could just wipe their memories that wouldn't really explain why a Shinigami would come to earth other than pulling a Riuk and just having them be bored.

(also yes I know Misa didn't really care about being Kira but she may still want to be with Light in the afterlife.)

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The rest of that night "Light" killed ten criminals; and the next day he confided in Mia.

"So Justice here is your Shinigami."

"Yes."

"And you and me have been chosen as the new Kira's."

"Yes!"

"Give me the book."

"What? Why?"

"Light sweetie, the book." she holds her hand out.

"Fine. But don't be stupid okay."

"Oh and by the way, heart attacks are so cliche. People are already catching on." She whispers and leaves him taking the book with her.

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I know people didn't like Mia being the assertive one but she doesn't fit the role of Misa either. This whole movie was flawed to begin with and through these changes you get a story about three people with a mountain of expectations thrust upon them. They aren't Light, Misa, and L. That's the point. If you want these three you should watch the Anime.  ~~~~

A week goes by and the two have already filled ten pages through an assortment of different methods of death.

"According to recent chat logs the general populous think Neo Kira based in New York though a popular theory is that they're based out of Greenland. Okay hand me the book I'll start to focus there. draw their attention their."

"No. If we start to bring attention towards one area in particular it'll let people know that we're onto them."

"What does your dad think?"

"My dad thinks Kira is nuts. He and two other officers are apparently trying to catch Kira."

It's then we cut to James (Light's dad) as he enters his office and sees that it's been trashed. James sighs. "Arata!" A younger man appears. 

"They got you too, huh sir?"

"Chief Turner! There's a visitor here to see you! He says he has information on the Neo Kira case." Another man comes over to see James.

"Thank you Philip, bring him in."

Philip goes and returns with an older man dressed in a trench coat and a fedora. He holds up a silver laptop and a fancy white L on a black screen appears. 

"Chief turner! My name is L." A distorted voice cheers. "I'm here to offer my assistance."

"Why are you coming to me?"

"Because you're the only one who believes that Kira is back as well as being brazen and open that he is evil."

"What would we need to do?"

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You guys may wonder why I added two original characters. Arata is supposed to be a Matsuda stand in and Philip is just supposed to fill out the rest of the motif I'm working with. Chess pieces.

Light and L are the kings because they are both cowards that are spurred to make moves.

Mia and Watari are the "Queens" because they actually do physical stuff but have very little say in what actually goes on.

Arata is the Rook because I thought "Oh Rook. He's new he's the Rookie. Funny"

The name James has connections to the bible and God according to google. So Bishop because they also have connections to the bible and God.

And Philip means horse lover. That feels self explanatory.

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We cut back to Mia and Light chilling at home. They are watching the news when an emergency broadcast interrupts them. Several reporters are heard in the background.

"I'm sure you're all wondering who I am. My name is Landon Chef and I have been working with L on this investigation. It is in his expert opinion that these deaths are all coincidental. Kira is not back." The news report can be heard in the background as Mia and Light fight.

"Oh hell no!" She screams. She shoots up from the couch and grabs the notebook.

"Mia what are you doing?!" Light grabs the book.

"He's making a fool of us, Light. He's making a fool of Kira!"

"Don't be stupid! This is what they want!"

"Who care! Let's give them what they want!"

"Mia don't be stupid."

"No Light! We have to do this! For Kira! Kira is our god! He's my life, Light."

"Fine. Give me the book, I'll do it."

"I'm more than capable-"

"Give me the book! You want a new god of justice you'll get one! Now give. Me. The. Book."

She hands it over and he jots down the mans name.

Over in the police department the three men working with L look on in horror as their stand in dies. "I told you that they were in Seattle." L said over the computer.

Over the next few weeks the new Kiras continue to murder. The audience is greeted by a montage of the two killing people. Light writing down names and Mia doing the resaerch. We also see them back at their cult. Light starts to use his new name and Mia dies her hair blond. 

Then back at the police department we see that the three men are preparing to meet L face to face. 

"Hello Gentlemen. Please call me L. I'd prefer if we all used code names. After all we don't know what Kira is really capable of."

"Ehem." Watari clears his throat. "Don't give them to much lee way L."

"Sorry Watari."

"I'll be Rook. That's what most people call me anyways."

"Call me Kelpie."

"Chief." James said

"You can continue to call us L and Watari Respectively." L smiles.

"You probably want more sweets, don't you L?" Watari smiles but it's very clearly fake.

"No I'm..." Watari glares at L.

"...you know what? Sure."

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This seems a bit weird so but it would come up later in the story. I'm just going through a rough draft with some scenes to flesh out the story a bit. So basically this L is the fourth real L. This Watari was the third real L and was the successor to Near who died young. This Watari is very obsessed with the original L. So much so that he makes this new L dress like him (styling his clothes like how Near described him) and keeps him on the sweet heavy diet.

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After they meet L closes in on Mia and sends Watari to get information on her.

"And what's the purpose of that?" Philip questioned.

"Perry Ethan was found hanging from a tree with lacerations on his thighs and wrists. He didn't have a criminal record so I traced him back to where he lived and found out he's the step father of Mia Sutton. That’s actually how I found out where to trace the murders to.”

“You can’t go after Mia!” James protested.

“And why is that?” L asked

“Because she’s a good kid. She’s kind and caring and she’s kept my son out of trouble!”

“I’m sorry chief turner but Mia is our best bet at finding Neo Kira. If not her then someone close to her.”

“Does that mean my son’s going to be investigated.”

“If need be then yes. What would Watari say? Ah yes, he’s got a 42% chance of being connected to the murders.”

“I’m not going to sit by and watch as you accuse my son!”

“Then help us find Kira. If you believe that your son is innocent help us find other suspects.”

“…what would you have me do?”

“I need you to pull every file you have on the computer and put it on hard copy. The first Kira was the son of the police chief and he accessed classified documents through his father’s computer.”

“Right! You told us that a decade ago.” Arata said.

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Yeah so basically this Watari exposed Kiras’ identities and while most people were dissuaded from worshipping Kira. But as we know there were still small groups of people.

Mia is in custody and light comes to save her but she’s is just in holding and they haven’t officially arrested her. They have 48 hours to find evidence and arrest her or else she will be let go.

During this time Light and L finally meet. The next few scenes would be a cat and mouse chase. I’m kinda stupid and bad at writing that kinda stuff, so we’re going to skip that.

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Later on they choose to charge Mia and Light makes the very smart decision to mind control a criminal to walk into the police station and say that he (the criminal) is Kira and then control him to not speak for his stay at the police station. Eventually dying of a heart attack when he is let go. 

L is still convinced that Mia had something to do with it so she remains in custody.

Light starts to panic as Justice implores him to write down someone in the police station. He chooses the clerk who writes in his own blood that he is Kira reincarnated and that Mia is a stupid mortal woman who had nothing to do with the murders.

Despite this L (with the help of Watari) convinces everyone that the Perry Ethan incident still links Mia to the case.

Eventually Light starts to kill people on the other side of the world and they have to let Mia go.

some stuff happens and Light and Mia argue that what both of them did was stupid and Light storms off in a fit of rage.

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I’m just going to cut to the end.

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In a fit of rage Light makes several criminals challenge L. Him and L meet and Light asks Justice for the Shinigami eyes. He writes down L’s name as L tackles him and quickly writes down his and Mia’s names too.

Everyone mourns. Everyone moves on and there’s no need for a shitty sequel.

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Okay finally thoughts, I know that it’s not perfect but I really have no idea what to do with this.

I would like to expand the concepts I have about L and Light living in each of their predecessors shadows and how Light both relishes the attention and fame and power but cracks under the pressure, and L trying his best and failing over and over and how he’s in over his head, then ultimately winning in the end with the killings finally stopping. This was his justice to claim, Lionel Morgan’s view of justice.

It’s bad but I wanted to preserve and expand upon interesting concepts that I don’t think were fully explored by the writers. The shinigami pushing light. Him and Mia having a messed up romance. L being emotional over the lives he’s loosing. Light looking for power but not wanting to be a full on serial killer.

Anyway constructive criticism and questions welcome in the comments section. I’m a humble Druid who enjoys the mysteries the sea has to hold and instead of saying goodbye I’ll just wave. (Get it?) 👋

[mariacallous]

When I was 12, I was hooked on James Bond, both Ian Fleming's elegantly pulpy novels and the cartoonish movies they spawned. One day, my friend's older brother, who went to Harvard, tossed a paperback onto my lap and said, "Here's the real thing, kid."

The book was The Spy Who Came in from the Cold, the 1963 thriller by John le Carre. I opened it expecting a racier version of what I found in 007 — you know, Asian thugs with steel-rimmed bowlers, gorgeous women as sweetly pliable as taffy. What I got was a dankly bitter tale of betrayal ending at the Berlin Wall. I hated it. It was just too sophisticated for the adolescent me.

You see, le Carre wasn't merely a better writer than Fleming, but a reaction against him. Where 007 fought amusingly acronymed groups like SPECTRE, le Carre conjured a Cold War hall of mirrors in which spy craft wasn't about knife fights and hot sex, but about gambits and machinations in which it was hard to tell the good guys from the bad.

His masterpiece was 1974's Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy — not merely the greatest spy novel ever written, but the source of a 1979 BBC adaptation that's the greatest spy show ever made. In anticipation of a new film version that's coming out in a few weeks — the story, you see, is irresistible — the series has just been re-released on DVD, along with its sequel, Smiley's People. Watching again, I found it every bit as gripping as the first three times I watched it.

The great Alec Guinness stars as George Smiley, an honorable spy chief who's been ousted after a shakeup in British intelligence — known as The Circus. But once it becomes clear that there's a mole, or double agent, high up in The Circus, Smiley is brought back to catch him. He does this in the old school, pre-Google way, by sifting through papers and questioning anyone who might be involved, all in a style that's unsettlingly calm.

Bluntness isn't Smiley's thing. He's like the world's greatest poker player, all quiet observation, laconic dialogue and unreadable reactions. As played by Guinness, a master of the ambiguous smile, Smiley exudes a melancholy kindness that may not be kind, and a knowledge of human frailty that's profound — yet not profound enough to keep his own wife from cheating on him.

When le Carre first became famous, he was celebrated for being so realistic. Yet his fictional world is actually every bit as mythological as Fleming's. It's just subtler. In fact, Tinker, Tailor offers the seductive fantasy of entering a secret world, one imagined with alluring richness. We breathe a conspiratorial mental atmosphere in which Every Single Word might be important. And we encounter an oh-so-proper bureaucracy in which the deadliest snakes aren't the Soviets, but the colleagues slithering around your office. Here, even the most devout patriot will be sacrificed by his own side in the great chess game of Cold War politics.

Like millions of others, I can't get enough of this stuff, but for a while it all but vanished. You see, le Carre's brand of espionage tale was rooted in the Cold War, which offered the neatness of two opposed sides facing off. When communism collapsed, so did the contemporary spy novel. The West lacked a clearly defined enemy.

Happily for spy stories, though not for the world, it has one again in radical Islam. And almost predictably, we've begun seeing le Carre-tinged espionage stories — like Showtime's current series Homeland, in which Claire Danes plays a CIA agent who doesn't quite trust anyone, not even her own bosses, and PBS's Page Eight, starring the wonderful British actor Bill Nighy as a canny old spy who stumbles upon volatile knowledge he'd sooner not know.

I can recommend both. Yet truthfully, neither can rival Tinker, Tailor, an almost perfect fantasy for those of us less thrilled by shootouts or chases on jet-skis than by the exposure of what lies hidden. In fact, what makes le Carre's spy stories so primally gripping is that, at bottom, they're not actually about espionage. They're about secrets and lies and shifting identities — which is to say, they're a metaphor for our own daily lives. Except, of course, that Smiley's story is really, really exciting.