#anyway this is for my Shadow Users series!

[shadowuserannie]

Tam's Shadow Animals (Fic WIP, "Shadow Users Team")

“Shadows naturally want to protect,” Fang states as the nonexistent ground of the Void splits open.

Sometimes, Tam wonders if the all-white yet not blinding emptiness of the Void was deliberately chosen by Annie. It provided an immediate, direct contrast to the powers of the Shadow Users, that made it difficult to not notice when any one of them used their powers.

Take now, for example. The pool of shadows Fang opens is more noticeable than it would’ve been in literally almost any other environment, even if it would sing to Tam either way. He’s minutely jealous at the ease with which Fang summons what counts as a small army-about ten Shadow Animals, all of varying Earthen fauna.

“How are you not petting them 24/7?”

Fang pouts. “Have to keep my reputation somehow.” His Shadow Eagle lands on his gauntleted arm, and Fang doesn’t even look to scratch under her chin. “Really, Dania?”

“Sorry, I don’t think I remember all their names.” Fang’s Shadow Animals are a common sight, accompanying their summoner and often coming out to play with Dark Shadow, but Fang has so many it’s difficult keeping them all straight. Tam recognizes the eagle, Dania, the tiger, Laoku, the fox, Kupu, and the koala, Xion, but the others have slipped his mind.

“Seuh is the snake,” As if on cue, Seuh wraps around Fang’s ankle and begins to slither up his leg. “Daxi’s the elephant,” Daxi’s trunk pets Fang affectionately on the head, “Neui’s my buffalo,” Fang shoos them away regrettably due to the animals crowding around him, “Ximio is the cat,” which didn’t stop Ximio from slipping through the crowd, “Lasu is the rat,” said rat proceeded to squeak from Fang’s shoulder as Fang shooed Dania away from it, “and finally my beetle is Choni.” The beetle waved at Tam from where it hung off one of Fang’s bangs.

“Anyway, as I was saying,” Fang brushes Choni off his hair to rest on his shoulder next to Lasu, “shadows are natural protectors. They shield from the blaze of the sun. They are the only element of the Six Elvin Elements to not be innately harmful. All the other elements will kill in excess, but shadows don’t. You don’t fear the shadows-you fear what hides in them.”

The Shadow Animals coalescence back into pure unshaped shadow at Fang’s unspoken command, sweeping off his arms as he holds them out-the picture of dramatics. Tam can’t even be mad because it’s something he would totally do.

“Shadows want to protect, want to help what hides in them thrive, for better or worse because they don’t discriminate in who they protect. That is their nature, just as water’s nature is to push and pull, fire is burn the old to pave the way for new-”

“You sound a lot like Lady Zillah when she’s rattling off shadow theory.”

The offended look on Fang’s face has Tam snickering at his expense.

“Anyway,” Fang presses on, as his Shadow Animals reform in front of him, “that’s what I tap into when I summon my Shadow Animals. The desire to protect. To defend. Call on that now.”

Tam tilts his head and asks.

A curling ball of shadowflux gathers over his palm. It spins gently, almost playfully. Hello, dearest Silver.

Hi, Tam greets in return. See the Shadow Animals my friend has?

The shadowflux vibrates slightly, and it takes a moment for Tam to identify it as glee. Shadow Animals! How fun, may I imitate and create?

Sure, Tam answers, but make sure to put our own spin on it.

Of course, Silver.

The small shred of shadowflux Tam summons has learnt his limits now-knows that tiredness to the point of collapse is bad, anything right before that is good. It spins into the only Shadow Animals Tam’s stamina can manage right now-which is more than he expected, capping off at four. A tiger slightly smaller but broader than Laoku, contrast sharp as the fur is molten silver, interspersed by dark shadowy stripes and inky eyes. A griffin with wide, silvery wings around Dania’s size. A lithe cat with silver claws and sharp, glittering eyes, one black and one grey. A small honeybee, wings and stinger dripping silver.

The contrast is sharp and immediate-Fang’s Shadow Animals are swirling shadow, tinged purple, with brighter purple markings dancing around their bodies and reddish eyes. They match him fairly well.

Tam’s are obviously still shadow, but instead of being tinged dark purple they are tinged dark grey. And instead of silvery markings, it’s parts of them being outright silver-or in his tiger’s case…

“I think you have a white tiger, except silver,” Fang states the obvious.

“Hmm. Should I name them?”

“Yeah, it’ll help you get used to the feeling of summoning them if you have something distinct to draw on when you cast out. Make sense?”

Tam hums. Want me to name you? He asks. Or name yourselves?

Name us! Chirps the griffin. It’ll be fun!

Nope, rebounds the silver tiger. I’ll choose mine, thanks very much. Call me Cono, thanks.

So boring, the griffin pouts. Pick for me!

Uh… Tam casts about for a suitable name. “How did you pick for your Shadow Animals?”

Fang runs a finger under Seuh’s neck. “I bastardized Mandarin.”

A short silence follows.

“Okay then.”

Chisam, Tam decides for the griffin. Chisam caws in delight. Hey, heyhey, what do you want, then, hmm?

Nothing, moans the cat, curling up in a ball. Tam leans down to pet it.

Is it alright if I pick myself, like Cono? The honeybee asks. Sure, Tam replies.

Hmm. Then I pick…Nhan, declares the honeybee.

Cool. Can I pick for you, then? Tam scratches under the cat’s chin like he sees Fang doing to Ximio, and the silver-clawed cat purrs. Very well.

…Meo, Tam decides. The cat curls into his touch with a slightly-more affirmative purr.

Fang coughs, and Tam looks up to see his Shadow Animals dissipated. “Okay, on to the last thing I’ll teach today. Ask the shadows to dissipate, we’ll focus on recalling the next session.”

Reluctantly, Tam asks the animals to leave. As they do, he feels a small sting as their consciousness comes back together into the shard of shadowflux hovering over his palm. Huh.

Do you split, he asks the shadowflux.

Yes, Silver, but sorry to disappoint. I can only do four, that is my limit. Not yours. If you call a few more pieces and I ask them to answer you, then maybe more. Beautifully handled, though, Silver.

Tam tugs at his bangs to hide the slight flush on his cheeks. Fang smirks at him slightly teasingly but otherwise doesn’t comment.

“Can you hear the shadowflux?”

Fang shrugs. “I can hear a small voice, but it’s incredibly faint. I assume because it’s from your dimension, answering to you, and because the elemental set of your dimension is fundamentally different from mine. Tokoyami doesn’t even have any elemental sets.”

“Fair. So, what’s next?”

Fang throws Tam a small bar wrapped in what Tam knows now to be plastic. “Eat the granola, you’re going to need your strength.”

[tortoisesshells]

#this is lies. we made it up. but look at them! aren't they just darling!#thank you 60's daytime television.#this is my unethical polycule. the nonmonogamy is consensual and negotiated we're just evil in other ways.

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#because a woman in possession of josette's (& laura's) locket; of an adventuring‚ prosperous husband who builds her a home in collinsport;#of a vampire-coded boyfriend also in love with her but doomed chiefly to yearning and the occasional bite;#of a foretold fate of falling from the cliffside; and on top of all that is a brunette – well‚ she must be josette. (via @widowshill)

— I couldn't care less about your future. — Well, you'd better care, because you're part of it, and so is your wife.

r/v/b for @tortoisesshells.

[k-nayee]

Love Sick BNHA

wc: 2.4k a/n: Wanted to make AU of the Love Struck Series. Happy Halloween y'all! (at least for those who celebrate it)🎃 Song Inspiration: If U Seek Amy by Britney Spears; recommend you listen while reading!!

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Izuku's breaths came in harsh uneven gasps as he stood facing the group of villains, his heart pounding as he tried to process what had just happened.

The forest was thick with tension and the heavy smoke still lingered from the fiery blast they’d barely dodged.

Shoji and Todoroki flanked him, their stances tense, but their expressions showed the same panic that gripped the greenette's heart.

Somewhere in that twisted cruel circle of villains was Bakugo and Tokoyami—captured into a marble.

Izuku’s mind raced, frantically searching for a way to get to him.

But before he could act, a flash of movement darted toward him, and a weight tackled him to the ground.

“Hi Izuku! My name’s Toga!” The voice was cheerful, almost sweet. Izuku found himself staring up into manic eyes framed by blonde hair.

Toga straddled him, her knife pressed to his throat with a disturbing gentleness. She giggled as she leaned closer until her nose was nearly brushing his.

Her lips curled into a twisted smile.

"I've been thinking since I saw you..." she said with a breathless giggle, "...that you’d be so much cuter if you just bled a little more!" she chirped. "I can help with that!"

Izuku tried to jerk back but her grip was firm, her blade dangerously close to his skin. Before she could press down a blur of motion burst onto the scene.

“Midoriya!” Shoji’s voice rang out before he slamming into Toga, knocking her off the All For One successor. 

Shoji positioned himself protectively in front of Izuku. “Stay away from Midoriya!” he growled, flexing his arms as if to shield the freckled boy from the psychotic girl before them.

Regaining her footing a pout formed on Toga's lips as she glared at Shoji.

"So that's how it is." she hissed, voice dripping with mock disappointment. "You want to come between us?" She tilt her head as if sizing him up before sneering, “To be honest you’re not really my type...but I’ll cut you anyway!”

She readied her blade, her stance lowering as she prepared to lunge at them both with an eerie smile spreading across her face.

But just as she was about to spring a smooth teasing voice rang out from the darkness.

“Now Toga...is that any way to treat such cute boys?”

The entire clearing froze.

Emerging from the shadows of the trees, you stepped into view with an effortless sultry grace.

Every eye was on you as you made your entrance; your figure framed by the moonlight filtering through the branches.

Your outfit—striking, bold, impossible to ignore—casted a faint gleam off the accessories around your waist.

A hot pink corset hugged your frame in a way that emphasized every curve. It ended just above your hips—leaving a hint of skin between it and the top of your dangerously short black mini skirt that hugged your hips.

The skirt barely brushed the tops of your thighs, swaying with each confident step. Around your waist a glittering chain belt spelled out "SEXY" in bold gleaming letters.

And as you walked, the belt jingled softly, bringing focus to the thin thong straps peeking out at your hips.

Toga’s reaction was instant.

Her previous focus on the fight forgotten as her cheeks flushed.

She brought her hands up to cover her mouth as if to contain the girlish giggle that escaped her lips.

Dabi couldn’t help but smirk. “What a way to be late to the party,” he grumbled, though there was no real bite behind it.

You let out a soft airy giggle, tilting your head coyly as you stepped closer to the flame user.

"Aww don’t be like that Dabi," you pouted. "I bet you were hoping to cause some real trouble without me, hmm?"

Your voice dripped with feigned sweetness, an almost musical lilt as you dragged a teasing hand along his arm.

The heat he emitted didn’t faze you in the slightest; you merely smiled—unfazed by the danger as if the fire itself was a welcome warmth.

Dabi’s mouth twitched into a smirk, his gaze dark and amused as he leaned into your touch ever so slightly.

"Tch," he scoffed with a lazy grin, his tone dry. "You’ve got a lot of nerve showing up late and acting like you own the place."

You chuckled unbothered, finally letting your palm captured his jaw, your grip gentle but unyielding.

“Maybe I do,” you teased. Lifting his face just enough to make sure he met your gaze, your thumb brushed along his scarred jawline as if daring him to object.

His eyes narrowed but he didn’t pull away, his lazy grin just edging on something deeper.

But before you could take it further the familiar weight of arms tightened around you.

"____!"

Toga was at your side, her excitement palpable as pressed close against you as if starved for your attention.

You felt her lean into you and with a sigh of mock disappointment, you reluctantly pulled away from Dabi, giving him one last playful smirk as you shifted your focus to her.

Toga’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes wide and sparkling as she gazed up at you with adoration. Her grip tightened as if afraid you’d disappear again.

"You’re finally here!" she nearly sang, her voice bubbling with joy. She melted against you, almost purring, as if every inch of her had been waiting for this moment.

With a soft laugh you wrap your arms around her waist as you place a leg between hers. Bringing your face close to hers, you tilt her chin up with a gentle touch.

Her breath hitched and she practically melted under your gaze.

“Toga darling,” you murmured low, “you know I don’t like it when you drink blood from others. You’re mine remember?”

You trace a thumb over her cheek with a playfully possessive smirk.

Toga’s eyes sparkled, a mix of exhilaration and devotion lighting up her face as she giggled, her blush deepening.

"Of course! I just...well I couldn’t help myself," she admitted while leaning closer. Her voice was breathless as if your mere presence had left her spellbound. "But if you don’t like it I won’t do it again!"

From somewhere behind you Twice’s voice broke through the moment—loud and unabashed.

“Hot girl-on-girl action!” he shouted enthusiastically before contradicting himself, “Disgusting! Get a room you underage minors!”

Izuku, still lying on the ground where Toga had left him, stared in stunned confusion; his cheeks flushed as he tried to process the bizarre scene unfolding in front of him.

Even Shoji seemed uncertain as he glanced between you, Dabi, and Toga with a mixture of confusion and discomfort.

And then there was Todoroki: though his face remained stoic, a faint blush tinging his cheeks betrayed his surprise as he quickly averted his eyes, trying—and failing—to appear unbothered.

Before any of them could collect their thoughts a sudden burst of light flared nearby.

The ground shook slightly and merging from the haze Mr. Compress leaped to his feet.

“Ugh!” he groaned, straightening with a melodramatic sigh. His mask glinted in the dim light and his posture radiated irritation as he dusted himself off. “You just had to ruin my exit with your seductress behavior you...you harlot!”

You barely spared him a glance, still entirely focused on Toga who beamed up at you in her own lovestruck world.

Dabi let out a snicker as he turned to Compress. “You got Bakugo?”

Compress adjusted his top hat with a proud tilt and step forward. “Of course!” He reached into his coat pocket.

Then Shoji, taking advantage of the villains’ distraction, gave a low shout. “Midoriya, Todoroki! We’re done here. Let’s go!”

This caught your attention and you finally pulled back from Toga, a single eyebrow raising in slight amusement as the trio began to flee.

The blonde blood drinker didn't even notice the chaos swirling around—clinging to you—still love drunk.

“I'm not sure what your Quirk is, but it had to do with those little marbles right? The ones you stashed in your pocket. ” Shoji boldly brandished the two glowing orbs. “So I'm guessing these are Tokoyami and Bakugo. I managed to take them during the earlier skirmish.” he announced in a defiant tone.

With that, he grab a hold of Izuku, hoisting him up and giving him a gentle push.

The smaller boy stumbled forward but quickly regained his footing as Todoroki to follow suit.

"Ha ha ha! Well color me impressed," Compress taunted, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Just as I’d expect from someone with so many hands. How splendid."

The UA students barely had a moment to celebrate before a thick purple mist began swirling in from the shadows. Todoroki skids to a halt with gritted teeth. "Not this guy..."

Shoji holds an arm out in front of his two classmates. "He was at the USJ. The warp villain."

“It’s been five minutes since the signal. We must retreat,” Kurogiri’s voice cut through the air.

With a disappointed sigh, Toga reluctantly peeled herself from your side, giving Izuku one last mischievous smile as she blew him a flirtatious kiss.

“Sorry Izuku! But I’ll see you 'kay?” Her voice was sweet and sing-song, completely c to the contrasting the devastation in his wide horrified eyes.

Instead of leaving into the portal, you lingered beside Dabi, your playful demeanors replaced by something darker—more serious.

Dabi’s voice dropped into a low threatening growl as his gaze remained fixed on them with a dangerous glint. “We’re not leavin' without the kid.” 

The theatrical villain let out a condescending chuckle.

“Don't worry,” Compress said haughtily, “They were so proud of themselves for rooting through my pockets that I thought I'd let them gloat.”

He lifted a hand to his mouth and tapped his cheek, a wicked gleam shinning in his eyes.

“You really think I’d be so careless?” he taunted, his words calculated and smug. “Allow me to explain a basic tenant of magic. If I'm flaunting something shiny...”

Opening his mouth, two small marbles were revealed resting on his tongue—the real Bakugo and Tokoyami. “...it's because there's something else I don't want you to see”

Shoji's eyes widened in dismay as he shakily looked at the marbles in his hand. “No...”

Immediately the two objects explode; revealing what was really trapped inside the small objects.

Todoroki stiffen in disbelief. "...is that my ice?"

“Ah that’s right!” Compress grinned, indulging in his own theatrics. “During that freezing attack I prepared these dummies and slipped them into my right pocket for a little misdirection.”

“Damn it!” Izuku clenched his fists as desperation flashed in his green eyes. “His quirk...it lets him compress and hold things.”

The Vanguard Action Squad member smirked as rage simmered beneath their shock. “Forgive me but I do so adore a twist ending.”

“You can’t do this!” Izuku shouted, voice cracking with both anger and helplessness. He took a step forward, his body trembling with the need to act.

Kurogiri's purple mist began to envelope the three of you. And for a brief moment the young heroes could only watch stunned as your forms began to dissolve into the darkness.

“One last bow,” Mr. Compress declared grandly, leaning forward with a mocking smile as his gaze held steady on the trio of dismayed students. “And then...the curtain fal—”

A sudden blinding beam of light sliced through the misty gloom, steicking Compress squarely in the face. 

It sent him staggering backward as his mask shattered to pieces like broken glass in the moonlight.

The unexpected attack jolted everyone out of their momentary stupor.

Compress gasped, clutching his face as his precious marbles slipped from his grip, spinning wildly through the air.

You snapped your head toward the source of the laser and caught a brief glimpse of blond hair peeking through the dense undergrowth. 

The corner of your mouth quirked in slight annoyance—these kids had more fight in them than you’d expected.

Shoji surged forward, managing to grab one of the marbles just before it could roll out of reach.

Not far from him Todoroki stretched his hand toward the second one. But just as his fingertips brushed it, delicate fuchsia pink coffin nails swept in and plucked it mid-fall.

Todoroki froze. His gaze was wide with shock as his mismatched gaze locked on yours.

Your fuchsia-colored eyes gleamed under the moonlight, the broken heart-shaped pupils shimmering with a taunting glint.

You held the marble up between your fingers letting it catch the faint beams of light.  Your smile widened as you took in his stunned expression.

“Aww,” you coo in a soft mocking lilt. “Better luck next time cutie~”

Before he could process your words, the familiar warmth of semi-burnt hands settled around your waist, pulling you back against a broad chest.

Dabi leaned in close, his smirk as sharp as the glint in his turquoise eyes as he rested his head next to yours.

“Well,” he drawled, enjoying every hint of distress on ̶h̶̶i̶̶s̶ ̶b̶̶r̶̶o̶̶t̶̶h̶̶e̶̶r̶'̶s̶ the young hero’s face. “Isn’t that a tragedy?”

Compress—still recovering from the unexpected laser shot—muttered a few choice words under his breath.

He finally managed to gather his composure, though irritation was still evident in the way he snapped his fingers.

In a flash the marbles in your hands expanded revealing Bakugo and Tokoyami in their true forms.

Tokoyami stumbled beside Shoji as he regained his balance while Bakugo thrashing as soon as he materialized.

His face was twisted in a fierce scowl, anger blazing in his eyes as he struggled against Dabi’s firm grip around his neck.

“Get your filthy hands off me!” Bakugo barked as he tried to wriggle free.

Ignoring his fury you slip an arm around his waist—pressing yourself closer as you looked up at him in a twisted kind of admiration.

 “You’re such a fighter...” your tone was sickly sweet, gaze trailing over his scowling face as he glared back at you. “...me likey~”

“Checkmate,” Dabi tightened his grip on Bakugo’s neck with an sneern.

“Kaachan no!” Izuku’s desperate scream echoed through the clearing. His feet pounded against the forest floor as he struggled to close the distance.

He kept his gaze locked on Bakugo; horror and helplessness painted across his face as the mist from Kurogiri’s portal began to swirl around them once more.

Bakugo’s eyes shot toward Izuku. “Stay back...Deku...”  His voice echoed faintly as he struggled to keep view of the greenette, his sight dimming as the darkness closed in.

“KACCHAN! NOOOOO!” Izuku’s voice broke. Pain was etched across his face as he reached out futilely.

His fingers curled into the final dark wisps as it swallowed Bakugo and the League whole leaving the clearing in shadow and silence.

The forest stood still as the trio of Class 1-A stood frozen in despair, the reality of their failure sinking in.

[blackblooms]

Irredeamable developpement retrospective Part 3: The fountain So just as presented in the last part, this was my attempt at creating a single complex and interconnected setting for all of my games. I even had a bunch of games planned for this, including one some of you may have seen before.

This game was made on a whole other engine, so i won`t linger too much on it, but the planned story was about a small elf huntress, ascending the great titan (giant tree) to find increasingly imposing preys to hunt, such as troglodytes (giant frog people), drakes, wyrms, other sentient bugs and concluding on a battle with the nevermore, a black crow/dragon that served as the god of the tree.

Anyway, back to our actual game. The fountain took place in a nexus between several worlds, where several species from all over the multiverse lived, including humans, lizardfolk, goblins, elves, trolls, and several races of fae. At the heart of this world, was the coveted fountain, a well of pure magic that was the source of all reality and could remake it to the whims of any who were bold enough to find and use it.

From this premise, a main game was planned, an epic journey through the crossroads of lands, where a group from different races would meet and unite in their common quest to find the fountain and achieve their deepest wishes.

So the journey starts on human lands, a continent consisting of mostly deserts. The fountain is where i finally settled on an aesthetic for humans, making them mechanical, and fire-themed. They usually wield guns and use the metal, oil, and coal of their land to build fiery machines and factories. Other stories also give them the ability to nearly fully mechanize their bodies, turning themselves into metal demons. the second area would have been the lizardfolks/mermaid archipelago (don't ask why they are the second to last area in the plans, i dont know either) These would be themed around water and serve as an artificial/life amphibious force, working under the centaurians from the last few settings. The mermaids specifically were centaurians-humans hybrid, hence why they have features of both. Then the group arrives upon the mainland, where they are met with an overgrown swamp, infested with demi-fae, a group of several races mixed with fae blood, giving them the ability to use magic. This is followed by a series of urbanized forests controlled by the tiny, but industrious elves who are able to build dozens of man-sized war machines. The last obstacle on the journey is the shadowlands, a dark, cold, and desolated region, guarded by a race of ancient stone creatures. These old traditionalists and users of mystical shadow arts despise change and will do anything to prevent the fountain from being tampered with. ( i remember hearing the line "dwarves are incorruptible as stone" in shadow of mordor and it stuck in my head ever since, becoming a defining aspect of the trolls in my own stories.") And finally, the fountain, a place of infinite potential and home of the Fae, creatures that have been encountered during the whole journey, avatars of magic, nature and change. The fountain is a fantastical realm, a city of candy, floating over an ever-flowing lake of golden honey. The purest of faes reside in this realm, but they are far from the nature-loving beings met in the outside world. These Faes are cruel and ravenous, eager to consume the world and make a new one that will one day also be ruthlessly consumed.

Anyway, as you can tell from all the lore, i ended up putting a whole lot of effort into that setting. There was even supposed to be a whole second half of the game where the characters made their wish and the world would be twisted by the Fae magic into nightmares that would have to be fought and repelled before they replaced the region. We are slowly, but surely getting close to the end of this retrospective. Next we will go into the game that ended up giving irredeamable much of its mechanics. A small, self-contained story that ended up bridging the gap between the fountain and the current setting i have been building. See you in part 4: The city of dolls.

[bilightningwhumper]

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institutional whump (partially inspired by the BBU community)

noncon/ nsfw (majority of my noncon scenes are kept to whumpee's perspective only, not the whumper), more explicit in consensual situations, but I am a descriptive writer regardless

Female/lady whump, as well as male and enby whump

Captive whump

Creepy/intimate/manipulative whumpers

Torture whump (more mental and emotional than physical but I do write all of these)

Conditioning whump

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gore

main character death (unless it's a whumper)

explicit underage (try not to, anyway; will have warnings if that occurs)

Consensual incest (thought I'd had it on this list but just noticed I didn’t; tbh, this is a squick of mine, too)

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[Starting Nov 23rd, 2024, I plan on queuing parts of stories for 5pm EST each Friday/Saturday (Friday if completed in time, Saturday if delayed) to hopefully write at least one piece a week; with the exception of writing events that I join in with]

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Whumpees Masterlists-

~My Lady/Female Whumpee-led Story/Fic Collection~

My Male Whumpee-led Story/Fic Collection

My Enby/Nonbinary Whumpee-led Story/Fic Collection

Main works-

~Belonging to Nightmares: a "12 Dancing Princesses" inspired story~

~BtN Masterlist~

The New Eden Institution series: Omegaverse institutional/nonhuman-adjacent/conditioning whump, retelling Fairy Tales in a Modern Dystopia AU with LGBT+ and neurodivergent characters (more modern than medieval, but you'll see why as stories go on)

TNEI Tumblr Masterlist Ao3 link to series TNEI Ao3 link Masterlist Mangst 2024 Masterlist with this series

Shadow of a Shield: Omegaverse AU with alternate ending to Endgame where some Avengers had unknown children

SoaS Series Masterlist Ao3 link to series (in the process of being rewritten) SoaS Ao3 link Masterlist

Temptations of Fate: Sapphic Romeo and Juliet-inspired angels/demons story

ToF Masterlist

Completed writing events/challenges-

My AI-less Whumptober 2024 Masterlist

Current writing events/challenges I'm doing or finishing-

My Angstober 2024 Masterlist

My Flufftober 2024 Masterlist

Corresponding Ao3 Collections for October 2024 events

I don't know what's going to happen in the coming years, as I live in the USA (even if I'm in a relatively "safe" state). But I plan on writing as much as I can until I can't anymore. If I stop, it won't be because I wanted to.

[cherryys]

I know at this point it's extremely delusional of me to think of anything else added to megumi's character arc especially with 3 chapters left but I wonder if his identity crisis will ever be resolved. I just can't stomach the fact that 268 is the complete resolution of his character no matter what. too much is left unsaid and unexplored about him that it just feels underwhelming and disappointing.

back to my identity crisis point, megumi had a weak sense of self from the start, that's why he was a relatively weak jujutsu sorcerer, compared to his "potential" anyway.

his sense of self revolved around his sister and his technique. back then, if you were to ask "who is fushiguro megumi?" (most) of the characters in the series would probably say "a 10 Shadows user", and if you asked megumi himself who he is, he wouldn't have given you a solid answer. he didn't have trust in his strength or his capabilities then.

he viewed his only purpose in life to provide his sister happiness, that's why he took the deal with Gojo. and when she got into a coma, his purpose then was to try to balance the scales of the universe by saving good people like her, along with fulfilling his end of the deal with Gojo and becoming a jujutsu sorcerer and training his technique.

CH. 58 strengthens his resolve a bit, With gojo's words of "Be Greedier" and "it's okay to be selfish!" which made him embrace his technique if even for a moment rather than viewing it as a shackle.

that's why I said in an earlier post that his domain isn't just a feat to boost him, it's a representation of his character and especially his sense of self. his domain was still incomplete because his sense of self was still missing. he was still an incomplete character, he hadn't reached self-discovery yet.

The entire time, Megumi is presented with the question: who are you? and he grapples with this question via his attempts at wrangling his technique (per Gojo's deal with him, his attempts at trying to save tsumiki (since that was his goal since the start of the series and the thing he thought was his life purpose since the start), and his attempts at trying to save yuuji (which is something he viewed as a new goal now to focus on since he viewed himself responsible for Sukuna because he chose to save yuuji). his identity always was surrounded by these three things, but it was never about him. he was never a part of the equation. he viewed himself as collateral, expendable, that's why even in his ideal world, he never imagines himself walking beside yuuji and tsumiki.

and then Sukuna took over his body, and made him lose his sense of self completely via the bath, and then metaphorically dug his nails into the wound by taking away all that he lived for and surrounded his identity with (tsumiki, his technique, seperated him completely from yuuji)

and so, megumi, now having lost everything that made him him was presented with the question again: who are you? Without your technique, without your only purpose of trying to save good people like Tsumiki and Yuuji, what makes up the shape of Fushiguro Megumi's soul? What is it composed of?

Yuuji's speech tells you of the value of a life:

he would tell you that the human soul is composed of tiny fragments, memories, experiences, the small things in life that come together to make up the shape of the soul.

But the problem is Megumi never reached this point. He never had this epiphany. He most likely wasn't even present in this conversation, since yuuji's domain targeted sukuna's soul only.

And those are just yuuji's words, even if megumi were to hear him, he'd just be hand held through his own character development that he should reach on his own.

That's why I'm not satisfied with the resolution of Megumi living for Yuuji, because it doesn't resolve his identity crisis. he doesn't regain his sense of self back by making it about himself, he still falls into the earlier pitfall of making his identity depend on one person. again. which was what doomed him in the first place. he still doesn't answer the question: who are you? Who is Fushiguro Megumi?

that bath and being submerged could've been the perfect opportunity for him to figure out who he actually is without his technique, without his sister, without anyone to depend on, when he has nothing but his soul to accompany him, but I guess sukuna running the gauntlet against the entire verse with random battle shonen jargon and power ups and plot devices was more important than trying to flesh out your deuteragonist or give him any sort of character development beyond just being a plot device.

[in-search-of-a-fallen-star]

the fall of icarus

Pairing: Suguru Geto/Reader, hinted Satoru Gojo/Reader

WC: 3269 (do not perceive me)

Content warnings: canon typical violence, for both Star Wars and Jujutsu Kaisen. Also, I borrow some plot beats from the Hidden Inventory/Premature Death arcs, so there are some potential spoilers if you haven't seen those yet.

I saw the lovely @strawberrystepmom 's It Takes A Galaxy collab and immediately knew I had to write something for our greatly beloved tragic bastard.

This was so much fun to write, as a mash up of two of my favorite universes. I did kind of play fast and loose with the lore of both series, but it was all in the name of ~drama~ so I feel like it was for a good cause. Two things I do want to mention, just for clarity's sake, is that Reader uses a modified version of Force Empathy, and that when a force user falls to the dark side, their eyes turn yellow. IDK if that's technically canon in Star Wars anymore, but I thought it was a cool detail from the older stuff and decided to use here.

Minors and ageless blogs, DNI. If you don't have an age in your bio or pinned I will block you.

There is a specter that dogs your steps in the halls of the Temple. A name, only muttered in hushed whispers in the shadowed corners. Most will refer to him as the fallen one, as if saying his name will bring misfortune. 

You know him as Suguru Geto. 

He was your friend, once. 

You remember his smile, and the way it made his dark eyes crinkle and his whole face soften. The way his big hands felt warm even through your layers of robes as he would correct your form during saber drills. The low, smoky timbre of his voice that made even the driest of texts hypnotizing to listen to. 

Most importantly, you remember the day he left. Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo, freshly Knighted and already being hailed as some of the Order’s best and brightest, sent on a mission so important that they couldn’t tell you anything other than they were leaving. Gojo ruffled your hair and promised that he would bring you back something sweet. Geto pulled you into a hug and promised that they wouldn’t be gone long. You remember the sound of their laughter in the hangar, and the smiles on their faces as they waved goodbye from the cockpits of their starfighters. 

Geto was right, they weren’t gone long. Just a few short days, long enough to miss them but not long enough to worry. When you got the ping that their ships had docked, you ducked out of meditation and hurried to the hangar to greet them.

When they emerged from their ships, you didn’t need the Force to tell you that something went wrong. You reached for it anyway, drawing it around you like a comforting blanket as you took in their expressions. Gojo had his eyes covered, a rare sight on Temple grounds, and walked without his usual boisterous charm. He half-heartedly ruffled your hair, resting his hand on your head for a moment before moving past you. 

Geto avoided your touch entirely. His face was dark and drawn, black eyes inscrutable. He met your eyes for a second, before hurrying past you into the Temple. You reached out to him with the Force, and felt a wave of anger and pain so potent it hit you like a punch to the gut. The contact lasted for just a second, severed on his end as he turned to look at you. The expression on his face reminded you of a wounded animal backed into a corner, savage with pain. It was the first time he’d looked at you and made you believe that he could hurt you. 

Things changed, after that. Gojo seemed to recover the fastest, bouncing around the Temple with his usual antics. He started seeking you out more, and finding increasingly transparent excuses to touch you, like draping an arm around your shoulders as you walked in the halls or dropping his head in your lap when he would find you studying in the archives. Each time, you would reach out with the Force, tapping into your abilities to connect to Gojo’s emotions. His control was ironclad, so you rarely were able to forge a connection, but there were sometimes where you caught a trace of a deep sorrow. On those days, Gojo seemed more withdrawn, and would burrow into your touch like a small child seeking comfort. You let him, using your abilities to push feelings of calm through the bond you shared. 

Geto began avoiding you. Like Gojo, he made an effort to return to normal, but it fell through quickly. He no longer joined in on Gojo’s teasing commentary, and avoided your touch. You reached out to him with increasing desperation, trying to rekindle the embers of your connection, and were met with silence at every turn. 

There were moments where you would wake up at night, sensing Geto’s presence outside your door. He would linger just outside your room, as if he couldn’t bring himself to knock. Each time, you would get up and go to the door. At first, you would open it to invite him in, but he would disappear before the door could slide open. After, you would stand behind the door, feeling his presence and letting him feel yours. You would rest a hand on the cold plasteel, and for those moments in the dead of night, it was almost like you could feel the warmth of his hand on the other side.

You also began to feel eyes on you. It’s not uncommon to be watched in the Temple, but it usually happens during lessons, sparring, or meditations, with instructors keeping an eye on students who might need assistance or masters looking at prospective padawans. Those eyes are usually calm and detached, the gaze feeling almost clinical as it passes over you. This gaze is heavy, like a physical touch. It feels almost… covetous. You feel it most when you’re alone, usually poring over a holocron in the archives or practicing your lightsaber forms late into the night. In those moments, you can feel those eyes following a bead of sweat that slips down your neck into the loosened collar of your robes like a lover’s touch, soft and possessive. 

In your heart, you know who those eyes belong to. The Jedi teach their students to let go, and that attachment leads down a dark and dangerous path. But you can’t deny that you’ve looked at him the same way- stolen glances admiring the curve of his jaw, or the way his muscles flex under his tunic as he moves effortlessly through his saber forms. You’ve felt it, a need that simmers low in your gut, a dark whisper to sink your teeth in and never let go. It’s something that you’ve spent many hours of meditation trying to will away, very carefully thinking about anything else. It’s an honor to be chosen, to be brought to the Temple and trained. You won’t let this temptation lead you astray, and you won’t let this feeling call one of your dearest friends away from the Light. 

Geto begins to spend more and more time in the archives. You see him moving like a specter, the light of the holocrons casting strange shadows over his bone white face. His eyes are dark and the bags under his eyes are darker, and you notice that his robes hang more loosely on his body. The next time that you see Shoko, you bring it up, and she shrugs helplessly. 

“You can’t help someone who doesn’t want help,” she sighs. “All we can do is be there for him. Don’t worry too much, little light,” Shoko ruffles your hair affectionately. “He’s a big strong boy. Focus on your studies for now. Look for some fancy theological problem you can argue over with him once he pulls himself together.” 

You swat Shoko’s hands away from your hair and smile. A voice calls her name, and she hastily puts out the very against Temple rules cigarette and throws it into a nearby wastebin. “Duty calls. Take it easy,” she gives you a little salute as she makes her way in the direction of the voice. 

The smile on your face is weak, and fades when Shoko turns her back. She’s older and more experienced, and has known Geto longer. Still, you can’t shake the feeling of wrongness that has been dogging your steps, and is getting steadily more insistent as Geto continues to withdraw into himself. 

Gojo is the next person on your list, but he’s been increasingly more difficult to pin down. Since being Knighted, he has fully come into his powers, and is a darling of all the masters. You hear whispers in the halls, calling him the strongest knight the Order has seen in over six hundred years. He is regularly dispatched on high profile missions and sent as an envoy of the Order to the Senate- you hear his name everywhere but rarely catch a glimpse of the man himself.

You never see him without his blindfold, anymore.

Geto is the moon to Gojo’s sun. He is still respected as one of the strongest of this generation of knights. He takes the missions he’s assigned without complaint. He never tells anyone where he’s going or when he’s going to be back, and you have to make a nuisance of yourself to have any idea where in the galaxy he is. When he is at the Temple, Geto makes an effort to act like things are normal. He laughs and jokes with Shoko, and assists with the training of the younger knights when he can. His smiles don’t reach his eyes, and he still won’t touch you. You’ve reached out to him with the Force, and it’s like there’s an obsidian wall between you, glittering black and diamond hard. 

Looking back, you think the catalyst was the Jinata mission. You don’t remember the details, but you vividly remember the pyre.Yu Haibara was your age, a new knight sent on one of his first missions without the supervision of a master. He was outgoing and friendly, liked by everyone around him. Even though the body was covered during the funeral, you could picture his warm brown eyes and bright smile. Kento Nanami, another young knight your age, had gone on the mission with him. His face was badly beaten, the firelight of the pyre flickering across the yellowing edges of bruises that spattered across his elegant features. He was stoic, face set and hands folded in the deep sleeves of his robe. You wished you could offer him a hand, any reassuring touch to soften the grief you could feel roiling off him like a storm cloud. 

A few days later, Geto disappeared. 

At first, you assumed that he had just followed his normal procedure- taken a mission and left without telling anyone. So you waited, despite the anxiety clawing at your stomach. A week later, you woke up, gasping from a dream filled with so much blood and fire you could taste the iron and smoke on your tongue. You hadn’t been able to make out any faces in the carnage you had witnessed, but your instincts told you that something had happened to Geto, wherever he had gone. You threw yourself into meditations, playing the dream over and over, trying to glean any clarity or information from the chaos. You knew the masters would dismiss this as an anxiety fueled nightmare without proof, so you searched for some kernel of truth that would prove this was a Force premonition. 

You were still searching when the news broke. Suguru Geto, Knight of the Jedi Order, a murderer. He hadn’t returned within the time allotted for his mission, so the masters had dispatched a team to investigate. The knights had arrived to find the village Geto had been sent to help burned to ash, and every one of the villagers dead. The damning evidence was the distinctive wounds of a lightsaber blade on the corpses, burned almost beyond recognition. 

Flight records showed that Geto’s ship had returned to Coruscant, and the Temple began a manhunt for the rogue knight. Gojo and Shoko joined the search, both of them dropping everything. The masters squawked in indignance at having their most recognizable knight and one of their only healers leave their posts to trawl Coruscant’s underbelly, and in the resulting chaos you were able to slip out and search. 

Your abilities made you uniquely qualified for this. Closing your eyes, you reached out to the Force and let it wash over you. The noise of the endless city faded away, and the duracrete jungle bloomed with color as the auras of the people around you came into view. You shuttered your mind against the rising tide of thoughts, focusing your attention, looking for one signature as familiar to you as your own. You cast your net wide, and let yourself float in the sea of noise. You could be patient. 

It caught you off guard, when you finally sensed it. A presence, so close to you that you could taste it in the back of your throat. You recoiled at the seething mass of anger and malice, and opened your eyes to see a figure shrouded in black, backlit by the flickering neon at the mouth of the alley you had hidden yourself in. You scrambled to your feet, putting a hand on the hilt of your saber. Before you could make another move, the figure moved, so fast it looked like they teleported the short distance down the alley. One hand caught yours, gently pulling your wrist away from your saber. The other grasped your chin, thumb and forefinger softly but firmly pulling your gaze up to their face. 

Under the hood, you met their eyes. Blazing yellow irises, set in familiar fine boned features you’d dreamed about running your fingers over. Geto stood over you, radiating a power that he had kept locked away all your years together at the Temple. You felt your knees weaken under you, and the corner of his lips quirked up as he felt you sag in his grasp.

“Hello, little light,” he murmured, eyes sweeping over your face. “So brave of you, to leave your pretty tower and come looking for the murderer.”

“I don’t believe it,” you bring a hand up to his face, and he lets you touch him. His skin is warm, almost feverish. There is more color to his face than you have seen on his features for a long time, and the bags under his eyes have all but disappeared. All you can look at is his eyes. His deep inky gaze used to draw you in, and now you can’t look away from the burning gold of his irises. “Suguru, please. Tell me it isn’t true,” you beg, hand dropping to rest on his shoulder. 

He grabs your hand, flattening your palm over his heart. You can practically feel it racing through the layers of muscle and black robes that now cover his chest. “Look for yourself, little light. All my secrets are finally open to you.”

You close your eyes. It’s not strictly necessary, but you find yourself looking for solace from the way his eyes seem to pick you apart. Taking a deep breath, you focus on the beat of his heart and tap into the Force. Geto fully opens himself to you, and you have to fight to orient yourself as the riptide of his emotions and memories threatens to drag you under. You find yourself choked by feelings that are not your own; grief so sharp it feels like a knife in your ribs, rage that feels like a fire in your throat, and beneath it all a yawning chasm of despair that slowly begins to drown everything else out. 

Frantically you search through his memories. His most recent ones are a mess of blood and fire. You recognise the burning structures from your dream, and through his eyes you bear witness to the humming green of his lightsaber blade cutting through villagers. 

You feel tears running down your face as you watch the carnage in Geto’s memories. Gasping, you sever the connection, jerking your whole body away from the man in front of you, achingly familiar but now wholly a stranger. He doesn’t let you get far, pulling your hand back to his chest and looping his other arm around your waist, preventing you from pulling away. 

“Don’t run away, little light,” he croons, looking down at you as you fight to catch your breath through your tears. “Let yourself feel. You tried so earnestly to reach out to me, to ease my burden. The perfect little Jedi,” he sneered, his face twisting into something ugly for a moment before his features smoothed out again. 

“The Order teaches us to be ashamed of feeling anything other than tranquility. They train us to be perfect little emotionless soldiers, ready to fight and die for their cause. How many friends do we have to watch die, how many funerals do we have to attend without being able to grieve?” he smoothed a hand over your hair, cupping your cheek with a gentle hand. “It shouldn’t be like this, little light,” he turns your face to meet his eyes. “We shouldn’t be running around the galaxy, solving every little problem for every person too weak to fend for themselves while being afraid of our own emotions, our own desires.”

“The Force made us strong so we could help the weak,” you counter. 

“Why should we be given all this power to only serve those without it?” Geto asks. “Do you truly believe that because you were born with this gift, you are to live your entire life in servitude?” You see a gleam in his eye, a teasing twist to his mouth that sends a shiver down your spine. “Tell me, little light. When was the last time that you did something only because you wanted to? How many chances have you passed by to take something that you want?”

“I know of at least a few,” he purrs, his hand sliding back to the nape of your neck, his lips close enough to yours that you can feel the soft puffs of his breath. “I don’t need your empathy to see the longing glances, the way you would start to reach for me but catch yourself.”

Geto closes the gap between you, pressing a slow, teasing kiss to the corner of your mouth. “I’m right here. You don’t need to stop yourself anymore,” he whispers against your mouth. He’s so close, all it would take is a slight movement of your head. He waits for you to close the gap, and in that moment you think of all of the times you wished to be in this exact position, wrapped up in his arms and a breath away from the kind of kiss you’d only dreamed of.

He is a siren. The promise of his kiss and what it would mean calls to desires long since hidden in your heart. He is offering you everything you’ve wanted, and for a moment, you almost give in. 

Almost.

“Not like this,” you whisper against his waiting lips. Calling the Force to you, you blast him back down the alley with the palm still pressed against his chest. You meet his wild eyes and settle into a fighting stance, pulling the hilt of your saber to your hand. The blade ignites with a hiss, the light casting harsh shadows in the dark alley. “Suguru Geto, I must take you in for crimes against the Galactic Republic.” 

“So this is how it’s going to be,” he says with a sigh, standing to his full height and running a hand through his hair that had been blown out of its tie by your push. He pulls up the hood of his dark cloak, and steps out of the alley. You run forward, saber in hand, only to be greeted by a busy street of underworld denizens who recoil at the sight of your ignited blade. You frantically search for a trace of your old friend in the crowd. You feel a tug at your neck, as a familiar hand reaches around you to grab the pendant you wear.

 “I’ll see you again, little light,” Geto whispers in your ear. He waves at you when you whirl around, your pendant twinkling in his hand, before he fades into the crowd around you.

[maninthemiroh]

About my Criminal Minds DR

Full name: Gagak (Yes, that's it. I was born in Java, Indonesia, in this DR)

My nicknames: Corvid/ae/ (most of the team), Raden Mas (most of the world), Bird boy (Luke), The Crow (film fans)

My faceclaim: LØREN

Gender identity: Cis-male

Orientation: Demi-romantic/sexual

Age upon first shift: 20

More about me and changes I made below the cut <3

My style:

I wasn't going to have this kind of style, as evidenced by my previous post about this DR, but I read through one (1!) fanfiction series about cowboy!reader x Criminal Minds yesterday and… Also, for some reason, black, red, and white were thee colors when I was making the wardrobe section on this Pinterest board? I blame my top #6 video game characters: Ash (King of Fighters), Iori (KOF), Rock (also, KOF), Shadow (Sonic), Skarlet (MK), and Vice (KOF, again). Ahaha, guess what my favorite video game is 🤔 Anyway, RDR2 outfit pic creds to user @/kaddishaun on Pinterest!

Fun facts about me and my life:

Youngest FBI informant a month after moving to the US (subsequently also a month after I turned 10), I'm sort of replacing White Boy Rick in a sense, but without the bad ending and horrible father figure.

Officially joined the FBI at age 11 once I got dual citizenship for the US and Indonesia (yes, I know that's not possible in this reality).

IQ of 304 because I'm an attention whore 😀.

Tallest person ever, as per usual, "only" 9'3 this time, though.

Youngest person to graduate high school, age five at SMA Taruna Nusantara

Youngest person to ever graduate college, age six, via an accelerated course thanks to a 127-page dissertation on serial killers that earned me my first PhD, one in Criminal Justice, at the University of Indonesia.

Besides my first PhD, I have twelve others, one in Chemistry, another in Computer and Information Sciences, then Cybersecurity, Engineering, Mathematics, Pharmacology, Philosophy, Physics, Political Science, Psychology, Public Administration, and Statistics.

Took the CTY entry exam, after it was mailed to me, and aced it, but they originally said I would have to move to Maryland, which I simply refused to do, so I almost turned it down before my parents mailed them a letter back asking if I could do dual enrollment and they'd, as rich people, pay for the transport of my schoolwork to and from our estate in Java, and it was not a surprise when the school board agreed.

When I first opened my eyes in the emergency room, my dad was holding me, and he was wearing a jade necklace, one long enough for me to reach out and grab—I did so, though, my grip wasn't very strong. As such, my mother suggested I be named after the jewel, but my grandfather, who recently visited Banggai, suggested the name Gagak, meaning crow, and my parents liked that better.

I spoke for the first time at 4 weeks and four days, simply said the word "shiny," and grabbed at my great aunt's pearl earring. This further reinforced for my family that my name was meant to be.

It's rude to call an Indonesian person by their full first name, so most have nicknames, and, my first name being what it is, my nickname wasn't hard for Spencer the team to think up.

Unit chief of the BAU since Hotch and Jack went into Witness Protection

I can speak, write, and comprehend all 700+ languages used in Indonesia.

I can read 30,000 words per minute and write 15,000.

Autodidact with an eidetic memory.

I played Eric Draven in the 1994 action fantasy film, The Crow (I will go on to play the same role in the 2024 remake)

From ages 14-19, I was the lead singer and backup guitarist in a faceless V-Kei trio called Birds Dig Us under the stage name, Rook, and we were actually the number one boy band at the time 😭. We haven't released music since 2001, but we didn't break up either [Insider info: things are cooking].

My other bandmates were Miyavi (Dué le Quartz, Skin, The Last Rockstars) on guitar and backup vocals, stage name Tsubasa, and Kai (the GazettE) on drums, stage name Torrio, by the way.

Also, Birds Dig Us made all the songs for The Crow's soundtrack.

I have a southern accent because, after moving to the US and before joining the BAU, I lived in Texas.

Reid's autism and mine feed off of one another, if you couldn't tell…

Some other things I changed:

I scripted that Austin the Bartender, Beth Clemmons, Elle Greenaway, Jason Gideon, Jordan Todd, Kevin Lynch, Maeve Donovan, Maxine Brenner, Stephen Walker, and Tyler Green don't exist, as well as that Aaron Hotchner, Alex Blake, Derek Morgan, and Kate Callahan never leave the BAU (for good, at least).

After Scratch dies, Hotch comes back to the BAU, but I keep my new position as unit chief, and Hotch just becomes a regular member of the team.

Reid and I both get actual diagnoses 😓

It takes longer for the team to go through the motions of Rossi's past because it felt far too quickly done in canon for me. Rearranged a bunch of episodes in the timeline for this and other reasons.

Morgan has lessened trust issues.

JJ didn't emotionally cheat on Will, her fucking baby daddy, because what the fuck was that??

Also, Haley and Hotch were less toxic because WOAH and Strauss and Rossi aren't hunching.

To sum things up: As of now, the BAU consists of its legal expert and former Unit Chief, Aaron Hotchner; Alex Blake, a linguist who assists with nuances in communication; David Rossi, one of the first BAU agents and a specialist in hostage negotiation; Derek Morgan, an ex-Chicago policeman with proficiency in obsessional crimes and explosives; Emily Prentiss, a master at child advocacy and counter-terrorism; Jennifer Jareau, the communications liaison and a standard profiler; John Blackwolf, a standard profiler; Kate Callahan, an experienced undercover agent; Luke Alvez, an adept fugitive tracker; Matt Simmons, a skilled profiler from the FBI International Response Team; Penelope Garcia, the technical analyst; Spencer Reid, an elite geographic profiler and chirography analyst; Tara Lewis, a forensic psychologist; and myself, the squad's current Unit Chief and sex crime expert.

PS: My voice claim is Corpse Husband because when given the choice to become my ideal self, why wouldn't I? Before anyone comes at me, I did use to have GERD! I didn't script myself having any disorders I don't or didn't have in this reality.

Taglist: @amiivrse @the-badass-penguin

Divider credits: @/i-mmaculatus and @/v6quE

[devyuence]

How That One Only Friends Thread Demonstrated How Misinformation Operates: A Case Study (LOL)

Disclaimer: This is not really a case study but an analysis and venting room. Lol. If you are new here, this Tumblr account was originally made for my college majors so woop de woop. I am actually about to sleep but there is this one post in X about Only Friends that made me get up and type this post. I do not want to bring drama from other platforms but yenno.

If you are going to raise your brows at me for writing this, sue me, I guess. On what grounds though? Anyway, I will also not drop names like we only assign aliases akin to psychology case vignettes. After explaining the context, I will also delve into the audience's reaction to the said thread. I may be reading too much into this, actually no, because I made this yawn. I am typing this without a filter.

Anyway, this going to be a long-ass post...

Context: There is this one big account from X who is an avid viewer of Only Friends. As far as I know, big accounts are users who have a following of a thousand and above. Let us name this account user AB. According to the pinned tweet of the AB, they will translate for their fandom--the catch is, they will only translate specific scenes of the couple/ship they support. If they see that it is not related to the ship, they will cut it.

AB's Claims (aka their translation of the book):

Boston is in love with Top. Top got Boston's heartbroken that he started sleeping around and developed commitment issues.

Boston is mad at Top so he pushed Mew to Top because he thought the two would not take each other seriously--particularly Top because he is used to one-night stands.

Boston did not want to hurt Mew.

Boston is just a pookie and misunderstood character--this implies what he did to Top just makes sense

Counter-claims (from the same OF novel)

Boston sleeps around EVEN BEFORE he met Top

It was mentioned in the book that the reason why Cheum, Boston, Ray, and Mew are friends is because they are all rebelling against the standards set by society. Fact 1: It was actually established in the book that Boston hates living in the shadow of his father who is a respected politician. Fact 2: Boston sleeps around and is popular for giving people benefits. As such, he was threatened once to be exposed by the senior with whom he had an encounter. Said senior wanted them to stay for some time so they could brag about dating the politician's kid.

2. Will not argue with this one but come to think of it, Boston knows what he is signing up for. It was mentioned countless times that Top sleeps around and thinks of people as one-night stands. Top even created a rule and once they exceeded that certain time period, bye bye. The same goes for Boston. Even in the series, Boston does not want to have romantic relationships.

3. Boston ACTUALLY wants to hurt not JUST Top but Mew

If you looked for snippets of the novel, Boston actually called Mew bland. BLAND. Idk but calling your friend bland just because you think you are the BEST and is jealous is hmmm...

This leads us to...

4. Boston is not a pookie character, folks, and it is okay to admit it

He actually SAed Top. It was even stated in his POV that Boston forced himself to Top because he wanted to show him that he was better than his bland friend Mew. Yep. He is mad. He is jealous. He called his friend bland at that time because insecurity reared his ugly head.

To be honest, people have favorites and biases. I have one. You have one, too.

What I did not actually like is how AB specifically stated that they would not translate the parts except their favorite ship but cherry-picked translating aka interpreting Boston and Top's relationship.

As such, there are specific parts that are lost: like how AB did not include the part where Boston SAed Top. In the novel, it was much more detailed. Top actually had difficulties breathing to the point of almost losing consciousness. Yep, that is how extremely unsettling it is in the novel. He pushes his lower body to Top even if does not respond to him--because at that time, he is already in love with Mew.

So why am I writing all of this? I mentioned that everyone has biases but why? It is because I disliked misinformation and at the same time, I find it amusing how a simple fan's sentiments of Only Friends is actually a prototype of misinformation operations that can be/is applied in political spaces.

How is it similar to how the dissemination of misinformation works?

ONE: The thread has a deliberate omission of some information. Certain parts of the translation are cherry-picked because of their biases and yes, this is not the first time AB demonstrated their dislike for TopMew. This time, it is done in a subtle manner.

TWO: The thread evokes certain emotions in the audience. Like I've said earlier, we all have biases and certainly, we feel sad for our favorite character or celebrity especially if we think that they are underdog. An exemplary example of this is the way people feel sympathy for underdog politicians.

See how the Philippines voted for Duterte because he is a simple man who had no machinery but an honest mouth (actually just foul-mouthed and straight-up crap anyway). They also reelected Marcos Jr., aka the son of the dictator Marcos Sr., to the position. All because of misinformation.

In Only Friends, only Boston and Nick have no definite endings. Now that the two pairs ended up together but not them, fans of the ship are more vulnerable and easily swayed by emotions.

The comments of the users who interacted with the thread goes along the lines of: "Wow! I hate Top even more!" "Boston is just a baby who is misunderstood!" "He is my pookie. Sadlyf." "They did my baby Boston dirty."

THREE: The said emotions and ingrained ideas by the sources make it easier for people to ignore fact-checking and consume only what is available to them. You might think that I am unfair for comparing fandom reactions and sentiments to much serious world problems but like I said, this is a prototype. A mini reflection. Almost.

The most frustrating part is that some people do not bother to fact-check it--like if AB really has a book and is translating it based on the content OR AB is actually interpreting it, adding and subtracting things.

In addition, AB cannot give the page number of the source material so those who have the novel can check if what they are saying is true.

I mean this is not an isolated case. Even K-POP fandoms and the like are like this.

It just happens that this case unfolded in front of my eyes like wow. I need to write/type that. LMAO.

FOUR: AB's thread is a mini echo chamber

Once a fan/internet user is trapped in their own echo chamber and only sees things they like, they will most likely think that everything is true and what they believe is true is true. This is similar to algorithms used in misinformation and disinformation operations.

Going back, if you checked AB's post, a lot of people liked it and retweeted it. It has high engagements because AB is a big account. Let us face it, not everyone has the money to buy a book and they will consume what is available to them. The very same people are the ones who will engage with the post and retweet the hell out of them to show support.

Those who will correct the information AB has given will be ignored because people choose to believe the source. Like who cares if AB is wrong? It satisfies my ego too. Lol.

This is why YouTube removed the dislike button because it is a way for people to silently agree or disagree on something. This is also true for X.

The said echo chamber makes misinformation easier to spread. What is worse is if the source has a stable following aka large audiences.

I know, people will raise their brows and say that I am in an echo chamber too by liking Mew and to a certain extent TopMew but hahaha. Anyway...

If you are still reading this, wow! I hope you are still okay. Lol. I am sorry that I analyzed this thing way too much (in reality, I do not, I am actually typing the first thing I can think of).

I am sorry not sorry that the thread and the fandom behavior is just something that I had to bring it here and write. If people will criticize me for this, then, please be my guest. Lol.

Like did user devyuance just compare a thread to misinformation? Why not other threads? Why this one? I mean, this is something that I know of soooo. Wild? I mean, I just said what I said. The reason why my username is devyuance is because of deviance.

Sidenote, if you are still a college student in social sciences and searching for a research topic, you might want to delve deeper into this!

Raise your brows. Idc. Bye.

[riding-with-the-wild-hunt]

your tolkien edits are always so lovely, do you have graphics editors that inspire you?

hey anon.. would you perhaps want to join me in a small and tumbledown cliff-side castle by the shining sea within whose shelter we can spend the rest of our days. circle yes or no

anyways!! tumblr is the school of athens and i am but a humble student sitting at the feet of greater talents, so here are a few of my biggest editing inspirations for your happy perusal:

@himemiyaaah / @tarninausta - probably my original editing inspiration back when i took my first waddling steps into making graphics myself! rosie just has such an amazing command of color, style, balance, etc.. her edits are so beautiful and harmonious, and i love her expressive use of text.

@miriel-therindes - also someone i discovered early on! i swear there isn't a form lyndeth hasn't tried her hand at and succeeded with in high style. her incredible sense and editing of colors and creative typography are just !!!

@arwenindomiel /@edwinas - the enormously talented mastermind behind tolkien south asian week! her edits are striking and have a real cinematic feel with bold, gorgeously cohesive color palettes (her dramatic shadows are spectacular) as well as innovative use of text and other graphic elements that just tie it all together each time.

@emyn-arnens - save me atlas of arda series atlas of arda series save me !! whenever i need inspiration on how to make dynamic edits that don't include people, i go to this master of her craft. her colors mesh so well together, her formatting is creative and refreshing, and her photo choices are on point. whence does her power flow.

@aredhels - so elegant and sleek! sari is so good at using all the parts of her edits to evoke the desired mood--for lack of a better word, everything she makes is just so aesthetic. i love her understated, low-text style and how she can make incredibly compelling edits just with her impeccable image choices and color editing. and besides all that she singlehandedly gave me the confidence to experiment with the eight-image picspam format yayay

@tilions - legendary user of non-text elements! i honestly have no idea how emily comes out with some of the image layering that they do. her edits feel professional-grade (hoping tentatively that this is a comparison that makes sense but who knows). she makes such bold color choices! it's easy to be scared off by bright palettes but apparently emily is immune to aesthetic fear. she also concocts these amazing silhouette edits that are like those 70s nasa posters and it's. so cool.

@russingon - i want to imbibe mayim's delicious color palettes into myself for real. something about them is so distinctive and pleasing! how much punch he can pack into a two-image edit never ceases to astound. i'm especially fond of their family/house edits (i love seeing their great faceclaim choices all together)!

@brighter-arda - toi is so endlessly committed to making the tolkien fandom a more diverse, inclusive, and accepting space, and i really admire all the work she puts in to uplift other creators. her own edits have really interesting and creative themes and formatting, and it's wonderful how she always incorporates meaningful elements of the character's culture.

@someoneinthestars - their use of darker colors is so evocative, and i love their latine tolkien series! they often align text to elements within the image, which takes such precision (i've only done it once, i think!), but when they do it it always comes out gorgeously.. awuagh.

@outofangband - the attention and research nelyo puts into their environmental edits could power three mid-size cities and i have nothing but respect for them and their dedication. honestly i think they know more about the ecology of middle earth than tolkien himself did when he made it (and he also never made edits about it, so another point to nelyo)!

anyways, this is only a cross-section of the plethora of amazing and talented people i get to share this community with, but i hope it was what you were looking for anon! many many thanks for giving me the ever-welcomed opportunity to kvell a little over some of my favorite creators, and as always, many many thanks to those creators themselves for sharing their spectacular works ♡♡♡

[megashadowdragon]

this is a cool comic I found thanks to kob131 and I put it on here since I liked it so much by AGNerdBot ( if that person doesnt like the fact I did this I will take it off

my own comment

the land of the fairys in fate series runs outside of time and space its possible that lancelot was raised in the land of fairy's or some other place with a different time axis so when he was sent to the human world the time spent in the land of fairys was longer than the time that actually passed in human world

I just found out that its also on reddit www . reddit . com/r/grandorder/comments/otg75p/how_convoluted_can_this_family_tree_get/ reddit comments

Welp, first post on Reddit and on r/grandorder, so hope y'all find it half as funny as some other folk did.

I made this because in Lostbelt 6.2, Holmes mentioned the theory that Morgan Le Fay is also the Vivian, the Lady of the Lake, and in turn, Nimue is an alias used by Vivian. Nimue's also the name of the fairy that raised Sir Lancelot, meaning that, through one really convoluted set of circumstances… Morgan Le Fay is Lancelot's mom.

Poor Artoria has enough crap to deal with, and now she's gonna have to deal with people accusing her of nepotism.

Nah. Nepostism was common on Ancient times.

Just think about that.

Gawain, Gareth and Agravain are her Nephews.

Kay is her Brother and Mordred is her Son.

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User avatar level 3 TheChaosEntity · 2 yr. ago Gaheris, another of the canon-Fate KORT is also her Morgan’s son.

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User avatar level 4 AGNerd-Bot OP · 2 yr. ago · edited 2 yr. ago Artoria: THAT TEARS IT, IS THERE ANY KNIGHT OF THE ROUND TABLE THAT ISN'T RELATED TO ME?!

Percival and Bedivere: raises their hands

Tristan: lowers their hands Don't tempt fate like that.

User avatar level 1 The_Space_Jamke · 2 yr. ago

. Well, not yet anyways…

Deep within the reaches of Kronborg Castle, a certain narcoleptic paladin shuddered and was roused from slumber by the thought of reliving Morgan le Fay's reverse Hikaru Genji plan. Then he took one look at the bleached planet, realized this crisis was way above his pay grade, and went right the fuck back to sleep.

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User avatar level 1 Corvus0018 · 2 yr. ago

O pitiful shadow, lost in the darkness… There are no family trees in Fate.

Only family tumbleweeds.

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User avatar level 1 WatanabeYunosuke · 2 yr. ago Can I get translation from for when Lancelot goes full Frenchman.

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User avatar level 2 AGNerd-Bot OP · 2 yr. ago “That is so incredibly repugnant that I’d rather wash my mouth out with Gawain’s piss!”

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User avatar level 3 WatanabeYunosuke · 2 yr. ago Thanks you sir.

[redbelles]

5, 18, 69, and 76 for the fic writer meme!

5. how many wips do you have? what fandoms/pairings are they for?

yeah i've got wips

kidding! (mostly! not really. but only kind of. it's fine!)

i have just. so many fucking wips. don't wanna talk about how many i have because it's embarrassing, actually! this is absolutely because i consider anything i've written words for/thought about for more than a hot minute a """wip""" but that's a me problem, so here, have semi-comprehensive list of wips i'm determined to finish this year:

the chimneys hardly ever fall down masters of the air; post-war john/gale/marge

gonna stand here in the ache the punisher; post-season one frank/karen

our hands are cold, the moon sets low asoiaf/got; post-season eight jon/sansa

butchered tongue still singing berserk; post-canon guts/casca

something in the night gilmore girls; keg max!au jess/rory

don't you hear me howling, babe? shadow & bone; season one canon divergence darklina au

the second hand unwinds (time after time) stranger things; post-season four hellcheer au

and then, for fun, some wips that aren't top priority atm:

prophetic perfect tense dune; always a girl!paul atreides au

i've walked for miles top gun; post-canon icemav road trip au

more than kin and less than kind hotd; rhaenys flambés the greens at aegon's coronation au

the knife i turn inside myself dune; irulan/feyd post-kanly hatefucking + marriage of convenience au

18. do you enjoy research? which fic of yours required the most research?

yeah! i'm a nerd at heart and also i have a burning need to be canon-compliant with both canon and reality, so i love getting into the research weeds when i'm all in on a fic!

the most """research""" i've done for a fic was, astonishingly, for the fucking,,,,, robert baratheon story (that started life as, and i cannot stress this enough, a joke). i spent so many hours on a wiki of ice and fire i'm pretty sure i made up at least 40% of the site's traffic during the calendar year time it took me to write the damn thing. extremely normal behavior!

anyway! i'm actually in the opposite situation with chimneys, which is super weird. i know a staggering amount of information about the post-wwii usaaf/usaf, and i have to actively stop myself from a) infodumping about things like the development of the american bomber fleet and b) trying to make the timeline accurate, because the entire premise of the fic relies on me Ignoring what was actually going on. anti-research. insane! everyone pour one out for @sluttyhenley— she's spent the last two months taking one for the team and letting me rant at her about curtis lemay so i can get it out of my system and spare everyone who's there for porn instead of a dissertation on strategic bombing doctrine <3

69. what are your favorite fics at the moment?

first of all: nice 😏

second: i feel like i've blathered enough about my own fic today that i'm gonna take this as a question about what i've been enjoying as a reader, so! some recs!

moon's low (can't say no) by @meyerlansky delicious introspective curt pov that nuances an already insanely interesting scene! love this for me! in related news, i am barking and frothing at the mouth as i wait patiently for the follow up to dancing cheek to cheek (to cheek)! tumblr user meyerlansky comin' in hot with THEE definitive curt biddick voice!

never saw the sun shining so bright by @sluttyhenley absolutely shrieking about this series! marge deserves the world! and also both of the buck(y)s! good for her.jpeg! i'm lucky enough to be getting snippets of this as m writes it, and i cannot wait for the next few installments to go live

careful fear and dead devotion by @everyangel another john/gale/marge series i'm currently losing my mind over! the marge voice is so delicious, and i love the pre-war angle that underpins the first fic! cannot wait for more!

enter night by @rhaegang monsterfuckers and barry keoghan enthusiasts rejoice! the writing is top notch, the sex is blisteringly hot, and the tension and pacing are superb. rhaegang truly never misses

nothing safe is worth the drive (follow you home) by @yoursummerfrost i never really had a buffy phase, but i came across this fic the other day and boy howdy does it have me by the throat. deeply emotional, very sexy, and written with so much love it's got me thinking about giving the series more than a cursory "well, it was on when i was home sick from school way back when" watch. also! i've devoured every buffy fic they've written since i found this one and i'm happy to report that they're all incredible!

76. how do you deal with writing pressure, whether internal or external?

mature answer: i try to take a step back and remind myself that this is a hobby i am doing for fun and for free and i should calm the fuck down about it

follow up answer: and if that doesn't work, i whine ceaselessly at my writing buddies until i'm over it

send me some fic writing asks!

[bloodgulchblog]

I started reading Halo books after you recommended Legacy of Onyx to me not too long ago. I started with Fractures, which was a good first taste. Really liked Into the Fire. Next up was Legacy of Onyx, which was REALLY GOOD WOW and I chewed through the whole thing in two days. There's SO much left about Onyx, I hope we get more of it in novels or gameplay in the future. Now I'm onto Rubicon Protocol, which is pretty good so far (ch3) but not holding my attention as hard as Legacy of Onyx did

Ooh, Fractures is an interesting place to start imo. I'm glad you enjoyed it! It honestly gives you a lot of directions you could jump off in if you're looking for more book recs. I think getting into stuff with big lore like Halo is, unless you're doing something wild like just reading all of it like I did, mostly about figuring out what your handholds are and what you're interested in and where to go to follow those interests.

Rubicon Protocol is definitely a heavier, slower book than Legacy I think. It's a lot grimmer. I thought it was good overall but there were definitely points where I had to take a break because that gets dark. Really loved what the author did with Stone in particular, though.

If you are looking for more things to add to your list for later, based on what you've said here...

(Big post of tumblr user bloodgulchblog rambling about different Halo novels below the jump)

Ghosts of Onyx is the one I'm most confident about. I typically wouldn't recommend Ghosts as someone's first go at Eric Nylund's Halo novels because they're kind of a trilogy and having The Fall of Reach and First Strike read first makes it better, but if you had a good time diving right in the deep end at Fractures I think you'll be completely fine. (...The other two have Master Chief though and he's my special guy.)

Anyway, the reason I'd say Ghosts of Onyx is the stories you've already read are very heavy on the Spartan-IIIs, and that one is their origin story. You've met Tom-B292 and Lucy-B091 twice, you know Chief Mendez, you've seen the Ferrets, you've seen what Onyx turns into. Then if you like what Nylund was doing, Ghosts has you meet the surviving Spartan-IIs and Halsey and that's a big handhold to dig back further toward tFoR and FS if you feel like it.

Into the Fire is also an easy one to pull a rec off of, because it's actually the first section of a novella called Smoke and Shadow about Rion Forge. I liked it! It's short, but it was refreshing to see a book completely focused on civilian characters (...which is another reason that Legacy was fun for me.) It's also the start of a trilogy. The other two books are Renegades and Point of Light, both of those are full length and are circling back to Forerunner lore that hadn't been touched on in a while.

...Actually, speaking of Forerunners, man I feel like it has to have been wild to go right off with Promises to Keep without the context of the Forerunner trilogy. If you're curious based on that, try Cryptum. The Forerunner Trilogy is some true old-fashioned world-buildy weird scifi, Greg Bear was a master, and Cryptum is pretty accessible because it's about Bornstellar the idiot Forerunner teenager who knows just as little about what's going on as you do.

If you like it and go forward there, I'd say the middle book, Primordium, is much slower paced because it's focused on one guy (Chakas) in particular walking around with some other characters on a spooky Halo, but the third book Silentium is this great apocalyptic log of the whole of Forerunner civilization coming the fuck apart and the Didact losing his goddamn mind. 10/10

....What else.

Oh fuck, I know what else.

Alright, so. I don't like the Kilo Five trilogy, which is the series Glasslands is the first book of. The writing is engaging, but it has... it's hard to say it in a short way without starting to pull out my red string conspiracy board of insanity live on camera, but 1) this book in particular severely mishandles the characters from Ghosts of Onyx and 2) it has this really uncomfortable vibe about ONI and "necessary evil" that I think it doesn't quite stick it in a way I'm cool with. tl;dr the fictional characters don't need to be good people doing good things and fiction isn't real and the author doesn't have to come out on stage and tell you BAD PEOPLE DOING BAD THINGS IS BAD in order for a book to be okay, but I just do not trust the way this author handles ONI for real-world reasons that have a lot to do with real-world military imperialism.

...Also if you disagree with her on anything, especially Halsey, prepare to get hit with a sledgehammer telling you that you shouldn't be having fun. But I'll try to be the bigger person here.

The main reason I would say Glasslands at all is mostly Jul 'Mdama, who really does not get any emotional weight anywhere else in Halo. He's just kind of a ragdoll they throw around to have a bad guy in Spartan Ops and the Escalation comics until killing him off in the first 2 seconds of Halo 5. But if you cared about his sons in Legacy, I think you will find the origin story of Jul and how he wound up in an extremist Sangheili sect (and how badly the UNSC treated him as a POW) interesting. (He's also in The Thursday War, which gets him to where he is when he goes to find the Didact. Up to you if you decide to continue for that.)

It also deals with getting characters out of the dyson sphere at Onyx right after that's been discovered. I'd say if you're interested in this one, definitely read Ghosts of Onyx first.

........OKAY I THINK THAT'S EVERYTH-

This is just to say that if you really liked the Halo But It's High School vibe of Legacy of Onyx, you might enjoy the actual Halo YA novel Battle Born where four scared high school kids and one (1) wounded Spartan-III who's only a little older them try to rescue a whole town from the Covenant. It's slow at the start, but it's short and I had a lot of fun.

DONE FOR REAL THIS TIME THANKS FOR READING HAVE FUN OUT THERE BYYYYYYE

[artcinemas]

𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒

hi, its me medu! i used to be user(s) @aftvrglcw and @lcvender-hcze before i accidentally deleted my entire tumblr blog (clown moment) anyways, to track me i will be using #medu rambles, #medu creates tag. i will mostly discuss my fanfics here and i might have many unpopular opinions that i will be discussing so uh, yeah. y'all can't stop me.

FREE PALESTINE FROM ISRAELI GENOCIDE MASTERLIST.

fandoms i will discuss: asoiaf, succession, shadow and bone, musicals, mythology and history, shatter me, true blood, gilmore girls, 90's itv and early 10's itv, merlin bbc, hunger games, bridgerton tv series, criminal minds, skins uk, the vampire diaries and sitcoms.

dni if: homophobe, terf, facsist, antisemite, zionist, racist, pedophile/map, islamophobic, casteist, puritanical and/or support abusers and rapists (johnny depp, ansel elgort, james franco etc etc). stay away from me if you are a sanghi, please.

about me: hi i'm medu/med/mridvika. 20+, born in the ideas of march, an engineering student and an underpaid intern. i usually use they/them pronouns. i'm bisexual and genderqueer. languages i know are bengali, english, hindi and a little bit of basic french. if you are over forty and under thirteen, please do not try to interact with me. also i still have issues with my dyslexia so i try not to not make sense but mistakes happen aha.

also: i make graphics here & here you can also find me here too

[lauranceofmeteli]

I love Sasha but also I know like 3 pieces of information and they are:

- was besties w Laurence

- shot Laurence’s dad

- was going to marry Kenner

smiles oh sashas backstory is GOOD

so she was a guard in meteli with laurance you knew that i think. so anyway however long before canon starts when joh is still alive and lord of meteli, he gets kidnapped by gene/shadow knights under sashas watch and taken to the nether. she organises a group of guards and magiks users — herself, laurance, and castor presumably but there was probably others not mentioned — and they go into the nether fortress to save him.

obviously that didnt go well for her, the bridge got blown up as they were escaping and she fell into the lava below and died. sad. only thing is, the way sasha herself remembers that event and the way it actually happened was completely different. in her memory, she died because everyone abandoned her to escape. in reality, she was unable to escape due to gene pulling her back with with some form of magik, and she told laurance and castor to run. the first person she saw was gene who gave her a “the SHADOW LORD wouldnt abandon you :)” talk. and well its kind of obvious from that fact + genes magiks what happened there.

sashas memory is not consistent in mcd, especially in season 1, likely due to gene continuing to mess with her. example being how she clearly reacts to seeing laurance in pheonix drop and mentions him by name several times in the journal entry aph reads, but when he’s in the nether with her she suddenly has no idea who he is. laurance also comments that the sasha he knew and the sasha aphmau knows are very different, which yea i know that happens with most shadow knights but still a major personality w that context is a little freaky. 

my ideal sasha arc would be focused on her and her memory and trying to uncover who she actually is under all the manipulation but she got sent to written out hell (tu’la) before the series was even cancelled so i just have to dream

[bilightningwhumper]

Old Intro (now unpinned)

Finally made a writing sideblog, so hi, hello, nice to meet you all.

Alright, so I've been mostly lurking in the whump tags the past couple years. While it's not new new to me, I'm still learning more of the tagging finese that's going on.

Appreciate any help and also maybe beta readers in future?

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But anyway, here's the stories I've been working on for my Ao3 (bilightningwriter for my username there):

Shadow of a Sheild*- Marvel omegaverse fanfic is currently centered around mostly my OCs Jamie (Steve Rogers' and Peggy Carter's daughter) and her love interest, Anna; though I'll have more scenes and/or separate simultaneous stories with other OCs (like Jamie's half+step siblings, Will and Becca) as well as other Marvel characters

Summary (current, to be edited):

Jamie Makayla Rogers (formerly Carter) is a girl displaced out of time. Much like her father, she was frozen in ice, but like his mate, she was forced into it. Now in the modern world, Jamie is struggling to communicate with the soldier who left her mother. Captain Steve Rogers. After all, until recently, he didn't even know she existed.

Steve Rogers suddenly has a pup, already almost grown. Avenging the world seems a simpler task than attempting to raise a teenager.

Main tropes/themes/etc:

Superheros

Whump

The New Eden Institution- whump omegaverse fics made to both get comfortable writing for myself again, as well as to mess with AI because I guess Omegaverse screws with it, lol; no greater motivation than being petty

Summary:

New Eden Institution: A Correctional Facility for the Troubled and In Need

Is your child in need of intervention before progressing into adulthood? We're here to help! Your dependent must 18 or older. Unfortunately, we have no program for Betas so far, though we strive to eventually help all troubled children. Guaranteed improvement and healing.

Main tropes/themes/etc:

Dystopia

Whump

Soulmates

Fairytales/Legends/etc

The fairytales I'm working on so far for it are as follows:

Little Mermaid

Red Riding Hood

Swan Lake

Rapunzel

Robin Hood

Beauty and the Beast + Cinderella (merged)

Mangst 2024- TNEI Edition Masterlist

Ao3 New Eden Institution series

Magic High School AU Collection*- Also unnamed; stories so far to be AUed are:

Lady and the Tramp

Swan Lake

Asterisks next to titles that are/will be restricted to users of Ao3 only because AI is ridiculous.

Main characters are all some combination of LGBT+ and/or neurodivergent (and I mean neurodivergent, not just the "nice disorders").

Warnings for these: SA is pretty prevalent in my stories, for personal reasons. Homophobic and transphobic characters (side characters are, not main ones, though some internalized for the main, but they get through it) as well as ableism. I've mostly stuck to what I personally know, so a lot of the main characters are white and not PoC, though I'm working on it, I just don't want to overstep or inadvertently be insensitive.

One thing I avoid is death, like killing off characters, especially the main ones. Big fan of "everybody lives."

That's it for now. I'll add more as I think of it.