#as i myself stole it from a lovely non mutual

[miercolaes]

  ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️  ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️what color does your love feel like?   ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️  ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️  ️️️️️️️️️️️️️   ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️deep staining red

ripped out confessions, warm velvety whispers and a heart like an open wound. your love flows out like dripping blood, beautiful, flawed and twisted. it's gut wrenching, the type of painfully dramatic feeling that makes you clutch your chest, picturing dramatic monologues about love and loving and big screen over the top scenes of sobbing into your pillow until you fall asleep. it rips out of you, clawing it's way up to your throat more so than tumbling out. sticky words that just need to be let out, feelings so big that they don't fit inside you. your love isn't easy, it's a true bloody mess, dripping and staining everything it touches in a desperate attempt to be seen, to be felt, to be loved back. and you, you love so hard, so deeply, so much for someone who carries all that pain. atlas holding up the world, how are you? is your love still flowing? is your heart still open? still pumping and bleeding and dripping with blood and tears? still painting your beautiful pictures and writing your love letters in deeply personal red ink? because i see them, i read them, i love them and you, you, you, you. clench your chest, scream your love, cry it out. spill your words of loving, keep your heart beating, keep your love coming and paint the entire world red with it. make it in your image, keep going, it's okay. maybe one day the whole world can be red and loved and beautiful just like you.

[railingsofsorrow]

summary: pretty is the perfect word to describe your boyfriend.

pairing: s.r x gn!reader

w.c: 794

warnings: not edited.

A/N: another one because I'm procrastinating other works

navi

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the case was over. finally. the jet was filled with silence as soon as each one of you prepare to either sleep, read a book, tune out the world with music or just gaze out the window — in spencer's case, he chose his usual pick: a book. he's currently invested in a mystery novel you presented to him a week ago. it wasn't his commonly choice for reading but he find himself enjoying it. his eyes scanned quickly through the page as he turned another one and another one, when he felt something soft pressing against the back of his neck.

“i love you.”

his posture straightened up in surprise, not noticing you approach. upon feeling your arms wrap around his neck he immediately relaxed against your touch. “you startled me.” he mumbled, blushing slightly.

you nodded, kissing the side of his ear, “i know, sorry.”

he tilted his head to look up at you since you were standing behind him, his lips quirking up in a smile. “hi,” he greets in a whisper.

you whispered it back and closed the gap between your lips in a quick peck, your hand descending to the conjunction area between his neck and shoulder.

spencer was used to your love language being physical touch. he'd often have you touching his hands, playing with his fingers, or caressing his shoulder. you wouldn't outright kiss him on the lips in front of the team, the both of you had a mutual agreement on maintaining a professional stance.

but now your hands were all over him and he didn't know what to do. spencer is shy with physical displays of affection. you're aware of it since the beginning of your relationship. and you're not doing it on purpose, really. you're not. but how can you have such a pretty boyfriend with soft curls and amber eyes and pretty hands and pretty— everything. just the way spencer would turn a page of a book or a case file, slightly raising his pointer finger as the other grazed through the paper, would leave you mesmerized.

you couldn't help it. he was just too pretty to not worship; this was what went through your head as you woke up from your slumber and caught his hunched over frame focused on a hard cover.

“you okay?” he uttered, studying your features, you weren't upside down anymore but sitting beside him. emily had vanished to get some coffee and you stole her seat.

you let out a hum in agreement, biting your cheek to stop yourself from grinning. “you're just too pretty, sometimes I can't help myself, spence.”

���oh.”

if derek was awake right now, he'd be spitting teases in his ear non-stop from how bad spencer felt himself burning. he was sure he was as red as a strawberry. “sorry,” you grinned sheepishly, pulling a light brown strand of his behind his ear because you felt like it. “i'll stop.” you leaned back on the chair. “you can keep reading, sorry I interrupted.”

“i don't mind,” he croaked out, shutting the book without marking the page. he knew the paragraph and made a mental note of the number, that would do, it's not like he could forget. he leaned closer to you, taking one of your hands in his with a soft smile. “you think I'm too pretty?” the softeness turned into a smirk as he tilted his head in faux innocence.

rolling your eyes, you pushed his shoulder playfully, earning a chuckle. you secretly loved that side of him too, below that layer of shyness laid a smug teaser.

“you're beautiful.” he said bringing one of your hands to his lips before intertwining your fingers. “and I love you, too.” he let out in a whisper. a promise.

it didn't take long for you to be tucked into his side, your face mushed against the soft fabric of his sweater. his fingers running through your scalp made you drift off again.

emily comes back to a stolen seat and a cuddling section. she stares at it for a minute, coffee in hand, blinking. half baffled half annoyed. who is she kidding? she can't get annoyed at her two favourite people.

“sit down, prentiss.” hotch mutters with an edge to his tone. when she turned to him he had the corner of his lips slightly upwards. barely noticeable, but it was there. blake warns her with a look, it was as if they were sensing she would commit the crime of disturbing the couple.

she huffs playfully, sitting down next to derek. taking a sip of her coffee, she elbows him, gaining a groan in return. she nudged him again.

“what?” he rubs his eyes, moving one of his earphones. he looks at her and sighs. “what are you doing here? I'm trying to sleep.”

“they stole my seat with their happiness.” emily complains. “I'm going to throw them out the window.”

derek follows her line of sight and his eyes sparkle with mischief. he snaps a picture at the two of you, chuckling as he observes it. “penelope is gonna love this.”

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[findingoblivion]

Hello everyone.

I'm finally writing out a new pinned post, I feel like it's at least somewhat time. I haven't and probably won't ever move on but I've gotten a lot more interaction lately and myself have interacted a lot more so I think this is both needed and good to have.

Anyways,

I'm Anna! I'm pretty Butch (look pretty masc but I don't really identify as that), 28 (birthday is August 24th) and I'm primarily a shiny transfem (aka a dom/top and yes I stole this) who also just really likes helping people and tries their hardest to be nice. I have a LOT of kinks, and very few things are off limits to me.

Note that I don't like being called cute or a cutie but it's generally fine, I'll just turn it back on you. I'd also ask that you not reblog my personal or vent posts, which I generally try and tag with personal or vent.

Other things I generally don't like bringing to this blog are politics and doom scrolling, it's not that I don't pay attention to those things or care about them, but I primarily want this blog to be a place where people don't have to think about those things. I'm just here to chill and be horny, so if you don't bring that vibe it's totally fine, just don't expect much.

I'm pretty much an open book and I greatly enjoy people interacting with me so feel free to ask me anything (I probably have an infodump locked and loaded) or talk to me in the tags or reblogs, I do usually read them (horny bottoms don't think you can escape if you're horny in the tags)

You can call me Anna, Mistress, Queen, Goddess, or probably anything else, but don't call me late for dinner.

Not a full list by any means but my kinks are

Petplay, Dom/Sub, Animalistic, Prey/Predator, Bondage, Marking, Pain (giving), Sadism, Biting, Robots, Corruption, Dolls, cnc, watersports (maybe), breath control, brat taming, cum play, lactation, praise (giving) and degradation (giving), free use, worship (receiving), snuff, vore, breeding (BIG ONE), musk, armpits (a bit), feet (maybe), sensory deprivation, and probably all kinds of other stuff I'm not thinking of. Like I said I'm pretty open. I don't really tag my nsfw or kink stuff so I apologize in advance, if you ask I'll try but I will probably forget eventually because ADHD.

If you're a cis man or chaser I'd rather not receive dm's from you because I'm not into either of those things. Not a hard rule but don't expect much unless I know you already. Trans men, agender, non binary, genderfluid, bigender and anyone else who isn't cis are MORE than welcome to interact with me.

My favorite bands are Linkin Park, Rise Against and other similar bands. I really like anything that provokes emotions and thoughts in me or moves me.

My favorite video game of all time is the Nier series, mainly Nier Automata.

My favorite anime (among others) is Naruto (the OG) and Aria: The Animation.

I think that's pretty much it. If you want to be treated like a princess or a slave, you should definitely hit me up. Or even if you just want to experience some kindness and love, I will be happy to give you pets and hugs.

Astolfo is my favorite character of all time and as close to a kin as you can get. I love her and strive to be as much like her as I can.

I also consider myself a Ditto or Vampire for OC purposes mostly.

My discord is annastolfo (previously _astolfo until it was hacked) if you want to add me and are a mutual or we've talked before.

If you read this far, congratulations, you get a headpat! *pats*

[synonymroll648]

explaim sokeefitz to me like im 16 and going through a sexuality crisis

apologies for getting to this late, i didn't check tumblr yesterday, but i'm answering it now!

sokeefitz is the polyamorous (consensually non-monogamous) ship between sophie foster, keefe sencen, and fitz vacker. some people interpret sokeefitz as a v relationship, while others (including myself) interpret it as a triad. in-depth explanation surrounding terminology and why people (romantically and queerplatonically) ship it below!

edit: this turned into an impromptu essay lol. there's a one paragraph summary at the end, i promise

v relationships versus triads, in relation to sokeefitz

v relationships are when one person dates two people, but said two people don't date each other. they're called v relationships because if you make a diagram of it, it looks like a v. typically, sokeefitz in a v relationship is portrayed as sophie dating the boys but the boys being just friends. but i've also seen interpretations where it's keefe dating the two of them, or fitz dating the two of them. sometimes, portrayals of v relationship sokeefitz are centered around their v relationship evolving into a triad.

which brings me to what triads are! triads are when three people are all dating each other. so a sokeefitz triad would be sokeefe, sophitz, keefitz, and the three of them together rolled into one ship.

most interpretations of sokeefitz, v relationship or triad, involve them being romantically interested in each other. (i'll talk about queerplatonic variations of sokeefitz later!)

why do people ship sokeefitz?

sokeefe and sophitz have a lot of canon grounding, so i think it's pretty self-explanatory as to why people ship sophie with keefe or fitz. the reasoning as to why shipping her with both of them became a thing was because people here on this lovely hellsite looked at the love triangle and went, wouldn't it be a win-win situation if they were an ot3 (3-person version of otp [one true pairing])?

while keefe and fitz have gotten jealous over each other's connections to sophie in canon, with their background of being best friends, some can see them being okay - with boundary-setting and trust-rebuilding beforehand - with dating her simultaneously. as for why sophie would want to date them simultaneously, there's a lot of moments in canon where she hates the idea of 'choosing between them'. she loves both of them in different ways for different reasons, and doesn't like the idea of giving up one for the other. if she were given the option of trying out a polyamorous relationship with them, there's a high chance she'd take it in canon. so, people give her that chance in fanon.

as for why people enjoy variations of sokeefitz where the boys are dating sophie and each other: keefe and fitz are often interpreted as childhood friends to exes. ex best friends? ex boyfriends? who knows anymore, keefe canonically stole fitz's bramble jersey, and fitz canonically wanted to move in with keefe and be his roommate. canon tries to portray them as friends with tension, but queer fans like myself have a tendency to look at their deep understanding of who the other used to be from the little things to the major parts and the bridge burning between them and go, hm. that's some good ship material, if i do say so myself.

keefe and fitz probably wouldn't have mutual romantic attraction towards each other in canon, but keefe flirts with literally everyone (from sophie to dex, and also going to take off his shirt for tam that one time) and is often read as bisexual-coded by the fandom. (typical bisexual definition: being attracted to two or more genders.) lots of people on here view fitz as being attracted to people based on personality, not gender. i personally like to headcanon him as someone who's not a big fan of labeling his sexuality, since it might feel like boxing himself into something, when the public and his family and his peers have been boxing him into different roles his whole life.

anyway! as to why people like myself like sokeefitz, alongside the screw the love triangle aspect of the ship, is how the three of them work excellently as a team. they have deep chemistry, and know how to compliment each other's weaknesses one way or another. they're by far not a perfect throuple, but i feel like they trust and love each other enough (in their own ways) that they're willing to work out their issues together. sophie and fitz have ironed some issues between them out through cognate training, and continue to do so; sophie and keefe have had major disagreements before, but reconcile in the end once they've tried to make up for mistakes made; and keefe and fitz have the hardest time making up, but it's arguably harder to let go of your first true friend when the two of you have gone through so much already.

queerplatonic variations of sokeefitz

i've also seen interpretations where at least two of them are in a queerplatonic relationship (qpr) instead. queerplatonic is a broad category that's typically defined as deep intimacy between people that may involve actions outwardly perceived as romantic (cuddling, dates, etc) but not have romantic intentions behind them. (for informational purposes, since qpr's aren't talked about much outside of the aromantic community, i'll note that most of the time qpr's don't include sex, but sometimes they do.) since queerplatonic is such a broad category, there are lots of variations of how it feels. the two main descriptions of queerplatonic attraction i've seen fall under the category of 'more intimate version of friendship' or 'relationship that exists entirely outside the platonic to romantic spectrum'. (personally, it feels like the former to me.)

queerplatonic variations of sokeefitz typically come from headcanons that fitz is on the aromantic spectrum, since he appears to have little to no romantic attraction in general towards people in canon. (example: while keefe frequently flirts w/ people and notes/hints at attractiveness in others, most of that doesn't even register as a possibility in fitz's head. unless he is attracted to someone, which appears to have only ever explicitly happened in canon with sophie.) there are headcanons that fitz is simply aromantic, while others headcanon him as demiromantic (only romantically attracted to people once he really gets to know them) or grayromantic (experiences romantic attraction occasionally, or only under certain circumstances, or only in small amounts).

this doesn't mean that sokeefitz is only ever interpreted as queerplatonic on fitz's end, though! i've read at least one fic where sophie was in a qpr with keefe and fitz (and i'm pretty sure keefe and fitz were in a qpr with each other too), and i've also read one where keefe was aroace (aromantic asexual, little to no romantic or sexual attraction) but willing to try out a qpr with sophie and fitz, who were both interested in him.

another important note about qpr's: some qpr's consist of people experiencing only queerplatonic attraction towards each other, other qpr's have at least one person who experiences romantic attraction and at least one other person who experiences queerplatonic attraction and they work out boundaries around what's 'too romantic' (been there, done that), or have at least one person experiencing attraction that fluctuates between romantic and queerplatonic, or something else. sokeefitz can be interpreted to fall under any of these categories, although i personally interpret it as the second option when we throw queerplatonic attraction into the mix.

summary: sokeefitz is the polyamorous ship between sophie foster, keefe sencen, and fitz vacker. it can be interpreted as all of them dating each other (being in a triad), or only some of them dating each other and others being just friends (being in a v relationship). v relationship variations of sokeefitz usually consist of sophie dating keefe and fitz, but keefe and fitz not dating each other - but there are other v relationship variations, like keefe dating sophie and fitz, but sophie and fitz being just friends. the main reasons why people ship these three is because the love triangle is stupid, and they have good enough chemistry and enough want to make things work with each other that they have potential for a good relationship. also, there are queerplatonic variations of sokeefitz, but those are less common and based on headcanons surrounding different characters - mostly fitz - being on the aromantic spectrum.

to anyone who made it this far - please let me know if you have any questions surrounding any of this, i'd be happy to answer!

[b-lessings]

We’ve been mutuals for a long time so I remember your occasional mentions about therapy and healing, which actually played a role in prompting me to try and understand my own trauma I was in denial of for a very long time and starting my journey towards getting better I guess. I’m still really struggling with my anxiety, have been for a really long time, sometimes the triggers are too overwhelming and feels like therapy and trauma work only make me understand enough to want to run away again, due to how much my body reacts in social settings, or at the thought of how out of control everything is in my brain. Can I ask, perhaps in vague terms, what was your journey like in the beginning? Does the anxiety ever start to lessen in intensity? Do you ever get to the point where you can process your trauma enough to finally face the reality of it’s remnants in people and places? How long does it take till you begin to seek happiness instead of the vicious internal destruction? How (if at all) does the dynamics of your healing journey change when you let another person you love into your life?

By the end of (reading) this ask I was like ouuff 😮‍💨 that's heavy😅

Salam my dear, I appreciate you sending this ask, I see your courage and your will to get better and get a bit of control over your life, and that's only a sign of strength and bravery, I am proud of you 🤍

Now, I am not sure if I am gonna answer all your points or get carried away by my own thoughts but let me give it a try.

First of all, from personal experience (obviously all my answers will be based on that) I don't think anxiety is something we can totally heal from or get rid of, it is not a feature we can deactivate, and do not take this the wrong way, I will explain later, but with therapy we learn to cope with our anxiety, we learn to make peace with it, and live with it in the most cooperative non-impeding ways.

One of the most memorable sayings that my therapist told me so early on in my journey is that her and my anxiety are both trying to do the same thing: protect me, they are not working against each other, they would actually work together (if my anxiety wouldn't be so stubborn lol).

Anxiety is in simple terms or at a very primal level a reaction to a trigger, you brain detects something that it deems wrong or dangerous and it alerts your body - there is nothing wrong with that. In fact, as human beings we relied on that trigger-response for God knows how many thousands of years to survive and get to this point in history. But then anxiety is perceived as a problem once it becomes a disability, in the sense that it would prevent the person from going on about their day normally.

Now what happened is that I lived like 27 or 28 years of my life not even realizing I had anxiety. I would hear people talk about it all the time and it never clicked, for me not even once that hey that's what I have! Until my therapist said the word. And I was like " anxiety? Me? Noway! I am an extrovert, I have a lot of friends, I am not scared of crowds, I love trying new things and living new experiences blah blah blah" but I had no idea that I had actually been repressing it all in for all those years.

So after the acceptance, the second phase was that anxiety took over my life! I had become fully afraid of everything and I just retrieved to myself. Everything was emphasized. I sorta kinda cut off people and stopped going after things and experiences blah blah .. I remember telling my therapist, since the day I was faced with the diagnosis, seems like anxiety is all that I am! I want to get my old self back, I want to get my life back! Anxiety stole my life! It was painful, it was uncomfortable and it was also my excuse for everything..

But then, one of the biggest turning-points in my therapy journey was when I decided to love my anxiety, and understand it better, understand that it does not want to do me any harm but actually protect me, so I became more aware inward and outward, I became very attentive to the changes and the signs my body gives me, you can catch me whispering " what is it babygirl, what's wrong? " as soon as I feel that stomach ache, lol. I honestly do talk to it, I can proudly say I befriended it and that's how I managed to get on its good sign and take control of my life back.

Now I even anticipate it. I sorta know my triggers, so I can te that I will have an episode, I have learned a few techniques on how to calm myself down or distract my mind, sometimes when it is intense I would allow myself a day off or even an hour off just to myself to do something that brings me comfort, I journal a lot, I analyze my thoughts and whatnot.. and that's what therapy is good for, it equips you with tools to cope with the issue at hand. And yes, that's how it lessens in its intensity like you said. That's how you gain back control over your life. That's how you get closer to feeling and achieving peace, because listen boo, we are not looking for happiness, the goal is actually peace. Happiness is only a moment in time, it's fleeing, it's just an instant. Inner peace and mental peace is what lasts.

I can't tell you how much time it takes because every journey is personal and different, to each of us their path, and relapses do happen, setbacks do happen, after all we are only human, and especially for us girls, the hormonal imbalance is a nightmare and it does affect our psyche.. there is also life events always happening and affecting our mental health.. but the most important part is that you never stop, never give up, you keep walking your path of healing and you keep asking for help! I always say that the keys to having a good experience with therapy are the 3Ps: perseverance, patience and practice!

I have been in therapy for I think 3 years next month, and proudly I can say we don't have the scheduled regular sessions, I do not need them anymore, Alhamdullillah, now it is basically only in cases of emergency like if something really intense happens, other than that, Alhamdullillah I am capable of managing my anxiety attacks, which are neither that frequent not that intense anymore, Alhamdullillah.

P.s. I did not mention trauma because tbh with my therapist we haven't been working on that. And I am well-aware of how sensitive and different our traumatic experiences are, so I chose to sit this one out.

Anyways, I hope I managed to answer your questions or at least bring you some hope! And again, I am very proud of you, I know how gard and tricky it gets but I promise you it gets better, so keep going 🤍

[gothamcitycentral]

your batman rewrite au got me so pumped i've been consuming batman media non-stop (except the comics, i like to think have more self-preservation than that) and after going through some batman tas eps i just wanna say batman+croc team-up to beat sewer king's ass. but also, tell us more about baby!jason robin days pretty please with a cherry on top ;A;

(The comics lmao! And hell yeah, let Batman and Killer Croc go apeshit on the child enslaver)

So Jason would debut in ‘episode’ 11 of season 2. It starts with Bruce returning to the bat-mobile only to realize someone stole two tires right off it. He figures out who it was (and by that I mean Jason went back for a third) and Jason runs off. Batman follows him and finds out pretty easily he’s not only homeless but on his own. He gets the kid some proper food and he’s coincidently taken in by millionaire Bruce Wayne before the next day. (Bruce didn’t want Jason to deal with the vigilante stuff, he deserved a normal child hood).

Jason is naturally nervous at first, but pretty quickly turns ecstatic. He spends most of the time in the library, reading through books like a mad lad. He hangs with Alfred, bakes with him, and loves the family dinners. He goes to school and is immediately getting straight As and is at the top of his class. Inevitably, Jason finds out that Bruce is Batman (“I knew my Dad was the coolest!”)

Jason: MAKE ME A SUPERHERO

Bruce: You’re thirteen.

Jason: Oh, you are correct Papa, I will stay home and not follow you, putting myself in mortal danger~ (proceeds to follow him to an active crime scene)

Bruce is like, I guess I have to train him because he won’t stop nearly dying. He lets Jason partially plan a costume (Bruce: This looks ridiculous but at least he won’t get hit by a truck wearing black).

Bruce: So, what are you calling yourself?

Jason: *dramatically twirls his cape around* The Robin!

Bruce: Like the small, fragile, bird?

Jason: Yes!

Bruce: Okay.

His first rouge encounter is the Riddler. Where Jason learns that superheroing isn’t just punching people. Bruce tells him he has to use his brilliant head that they both know he has. They quickly beat the Riddler because he’s a neurotic twink with zero muscle mass.

While E12 is more focused on Renee, Jason is still there of course. He and Barbara have a mutually annoying younger brother and older sister type relationship. He also spends a good portion of his screen time thinking Renee is the coolest person ever.

Again, E13 gives Francine Langstrom and Scarecrow & Bane more focus, Jason isn’t entirely absent. His role is pretty simplified to asking “why is Mrs. Langstorm sad about her husband? What happened to him?” Bruce and Barbara’s reactions are pretty much, “Well…, um, I-” and pulling Jason away. He also helps Bruce in the final fight against the goth nerd and goth jock.

S2E14 has Jason front and center against League of Shadows members with Bruce, Renee, and Barbara. He doesn’t have any *huge* character moments but he’s still there and being a delight the whole time.

S2E15 has Jason and Barbara separated from Bruce while fighting the Penguin (they were fighting on two boats, Bruce was tied down on one and Barbara and Jason were on the one that actually had Oswald). The episode focuses on their relationship, and how Jason “sort of” looks up to her. It also shows Barbara taking charge without Bruce, in stark contrast to her previous inexperienced solo missions. Jason confides in her the pressure he deals with as Robin, that he feels like he can’t Ever mess up, and that he can’t talk to Bruce about it because he doesn’t want to be benched. Barb encourages him to be honest with Bruce, but says she’ll always be willing to listen. They manage to nearly take out Penguin by themselves, and only needed a last second clean up from Bruce.

E18 is similar to E14 (Though this is subject to change as I’m not sure another episode setting up the League of Shadows is needed, in retrospect)

E19 starts off very cheerily. Jason has the life he only deemed of having. He has an awesome dad, a really smart and protective grandfather in Alfred, Barbara’s practically his sister, Renee is his cool lesbian aunt, and Francine is kinda sad but still nice second aunt. He’s doing amazing in school, he has friends his age, he’s in the school’s book club.

Then he gets a letter, weird.

It’s from his mom.

She wants to she him.

He’s ecstatic, and tells Bruce about it.

But Bruce… can’t shake the feeling that something isn’t right. This woman abandoned Jason on the streets to fend for himself.

He forbids Jason from seeing her.

Jason is mad, betrayed, and confused. They start yelling over each other. “I’m just concerned-” “If you were my REAL dad you’d-“

Bruce sends him to his room.

That’s the last conversation they have for a while.

Bruce goes off to brood, and Alfred goes to make him talk about his feelings. He says he’s scared that Jason re-meeting his mother will only make it harder for him, that it’ll make him fell worse. And he might lose Jason if he meets her. Yada yada, Alfred makes Bruce admit that he should let Jason see his mother. They go to find him.

He isn’t in his room.

He isn’t on the property.

He’s snuck out.

Jason goes to the address his mother listed, it’s a warehouse, weird, but whatever. He starts to take his Robin costume off, but then he hears a laugh. The Joker’s laugh. He rushes inside, ready to save his mother. He finds her tied by rope to a chair. He runs to free her.

Then he’s hit in the back, to the ground.

He struggles and turns himself over.

Over him is the Joker, crowbar in hand.

No jokes, no games, no quirky contraptions. Just his shit eating grin as he decimates the child with a crowbar.

Again. And again.

And again.

Red smears his face, whether from Jason’s blood or his own make up is unclear.

Jason’s battered and gasping for air, but alive.

Then the Joker presses a button. Beeping starts.

Jason can hardly move, but with whatever semblance of strength he has left, he shields his mother’s, the mother who betrayed him, body with his own.

The Batmobile speeds down the street. He had all ready been going to the ‘hostage’ location when Gordon had called. He had found the address in the letter Jason left discarded on his bed. He prayed that it was coincidence.

He leapt out of the vehicle. Rushing towards the building. Before he can enter, it collapses in a explosion of fire. He recovers almost instantly, and looks through the rubble frantically.

Then he finds him.

Bloody, battered, burnt, and bruised.

His son was limp in his arms.

Tears stream violently out from under his mask, choked sobs come out as he desperately begs to here a heartbeat.

Instead, he hears laughing.

Horrible, haunting, soulless laughter.

The Joker raises on his own accord, his laugh growing louder by the second.

As softly as he can, as if the chance of him coming back would end if he has close to another scratch on his body, he sets Jason down.

There’s no thought to his actions. He marches to the Joker. He grabs him by the neck, pulling him from the rubble.

He keeps laughing.

Bruce throws him back to the ground. He delivers punch after punch straight into the Joker’s rib cage. With each consecutive hit the clown’s body quakes.

He keeps laughing.

Bruce is only stopped by someone desperately pulling him, their hands nearly slipping. He realizes by his voice it’s Jim Gordon, when did he get here? He doesn’t register what he’s saying, though. The Joker is pulled into a police car by two officers.

His laughter shades, but his eye’s don’t leave Bruce’s until they’re pulled away by police car.

(I really hope you meant about his early days in the series au)

[vasiliquemort]

Hi I saw your post about wanting requests about Secunda and I just wanted to say... I absolutely love the game, no lie at all. The prose is so beautiful and poetic, it inspires me! I love all of the characters of course but there's just something so heady about the allure of Tizian as your soulmate and I love him so much... I don't know exactly what to request that wouldn't be spoilers, but. if you have facts to share about Tizian? that would be amazing!! Thank you for all your hard work!!

Thank you so, so much!! *--* 

In fact, you can probably guess that Tizian is the most special for me - this is a character that I have been thinking about for a long time and for whom I have very related feelings. I am sincerely glad that you also loved him, and your question put me into a state of such inspired frenzy that I decided to specially make a small drawing to please myself and you;з

 This is not much, but it helped me to get out of a completely devastated creative state, so thank you so much, and I am just bursting with pride that my words and art could inspire someone~ 

There, after the cutout, there are quite a few different things that in one way or another mattered when I wrote Tizian, and which may seem interesting. Words on different topics - sources of inspiration, general motivations, connections with other characters and trends in relationships, some words about Edwardis, Charet and Cybele also. A lot and rather generalized, simple and non-artistic language, but I hope you will like it;*** 

Thank you so much again;з

Tizian's cultural origins are quite diverse, but to a greater extent I imagine him as a Georgian - a man from the warm lands of a dark vineyard, a man of the sea and the refined gloom of a medieval city. But he is a traveler and absorbs culture and traditions as much as he wants, and other sources of inspiration were Mongolian, Greek and Persian culture. He has a southern sensuality and temperament, but at the same time a cold-blooded disposition and a refined gloom of the north. He changes his guises, and the modern empire of magicians, the new Epirus, which was inspired by old Rome, influenced Tizian's perception of himself as a man and a magician dramatically. At the same time, the old Epirus is more based on the Macedonian and Persian empires. 

As I said, Tizian was the first for me in all respects, and, as with the creation of other characters, the Mill, a Russian folk group, greatly influenced me. Their songs have many elements that inspired Secunda and my view of creativity - ballad “Road of Dream” about kindred souls found in the world of dreams, “Believe” about the raven lord of the underworld of Colchis, who offers himself and his helping hand, as well as "Tristan" about the faithful and powerful knight-changer, and, of course “Night Mare”. Charet, for example, was inspired by the song "Hold Me", where it is sung about the king of snakes, who transformed the one who was enlisted for him alike himself and later stole them, and "My Joy" about the loving embodiment of the logos, the demon burning from the inability to be near his human. Holt was inspired primarily by “The Queen” about the lady falcon, the mistress of the northern mountains, who also comes to her bard in her dreams, but remains as distant as a star, a ghost, and partly “Winter”, and “the Lord of Mountain Roads”. 

Tizian was inspired by different characters, or rather my own idea of ​​the villain-sorcerer with all the primal passion and sophistication of the demonic image of the night. Initially he was inspired, for example, by Pitch Black or Walter Padick (Matthew McConaughey), but over time this feeling has become very blurred. Now I draw him after Lisa Edelstein, especially thanks to her curls, striking eyes, refined smile and general refined femininity, which is amazingly easy and pleasant to interpret. In my work, the idea of ​​hyperfeminity and androgyny is in itself important, and Tizian dances between them all the time, although he remains the most masculine and close to the traditional idea of ​​a man from all other LIs. 

Tizian is extremely manipulative, he is one of those who everywhere demonstrates amazing openness and sensuality to the majority of those around him - he is a talented negotiator and diplomat, everywhere uses his natural softness and sensuality, hiding under them an unfeigned rapacity and cold calculation. He is attentive and careful, always trying to play a seemingly unsuccessful situation in his favor, Tizian does not feel any shame, playing on the feelings of others, always remaining impartial and alienated inside, but hardly worth driving him into a corner, he will strike mercilessly and deadly. He loves to confuse people with his contrasts, rumors about him are gloomy and frightening, and he will gladly use any disguise that falls into his hands. 

But his attitude to the Archon is strikingly different - the character scares and attracts him, and every word you say will affect his train of thought - from the very beginning he builds intrigues and subtle games in an attempt to get closer. He is cold and passionate, distant and loving at the same time - his need and love are sincere, but he is infinitely careful and manipulative while trying to achieve reciprocal feelings. In his relationship with Archon, the imbalance of power is constantly playing, and, as with all LIs, the whole process consists in liberation from these boundaries and dangerous dependencies. But Tizian under no circumstances will become a source of danger and burdens for the Archon - on the contrary, in his plans to be the first and main ally on your side, he will try to use all the resources and opportunities available to himself to support your ambitions - and he is selfish enough so that at the same time he was not affected by the needs of others. Depending on what the Archon needs from him, Titian will behave differently - outwardly, he can either leave the appearance of mutually beneficial business relations based on the exchange of power and resources, or he will emphasize their connection, alone or in plain sight, and push the Archon by all means into a waiting embrace. 

His followers do not seem to him as a family, with a big stretch they can be friends for him - in them he sees a personal interest and treats them the same way as they used to treat him - a tool and a resource. He is a talented and cautious leader, but he always treats people with deep calculation - he had a family that he was deprived of, and he does not easily replace someone, he is not able to love a random person enough. He is deprived of constancy and peace, although all his life he strives and needs them, therefore the only constant that he is able to afford is his soul mate, and for most of his life his thoughts and motivation have always been aimed at this opportunity to get everything he needs. next to them. He is very dangerous if something stands in his way, he has no other place or opportunity to realize himself, he is aware and terrified of his tendencies, but still carefully feeds his demons. 

 Tizian is a talented necromancer and is especially drawn to the dark arts - this is the gift of his patron, Cybele, but from his unobvious talents is the reading of runes and the creation of skillful witchcraft. In reality, he is not as interested in power and knowledge as he wants to appear - his needs and interests are met by few, he is more likely to spend time reading poetry and historical chronicles than aimless greed of arcanic knowledge. Of course, he is greedy and all-consuming in his rage, and in the worst moments his temperament quickly picks up, but anger and a thirst to dominate is not the quality that he would like to see in himself. 

Once in the south, he will face many difficulties and concerns, but, like for the Archon, these lands will not be something that broke him. He is disappointed in the Secunda’s society and its orders, but not surprised, for him these difficulties are just one more step on a long path, he has no special expectations, but he knows exactly what he needs right now. Tizian is a man who needs amazingly simple and understandable things, but is forced to build long multi-walkers in order to achieve these goals. 

In relationships, I would describe Tizian primarily as a person who is amazingly gentle and affectionate - for him there is a significant difference between how he is obliged to deal with the Archon who will not give anything beyond their own benefit, and the Archon who really loves and wants see him near. Tizian doesn't care about power or domination, but he is a person who is easy and pleasant to rely on - usually he will let you do and decide whatever you see fit, but he is always at arm's length if you need his help. First of all, Tizian seeks calmness and comfort, he is amazingly gentle and homey, if you know how to handle him correctly.

The first meeting with him can be described as a moment of instant recognition - as if you see a person with whom you have passed your whole life, but this is not a moment of longing and desperate need, this feeling is very soft and pacifying in itself. In this situation, the Archon will be obliged to maintain their distance and be careful, while Tizian suffers from a lack of attention and a desire to be closer. For Tizian, this will be the right time to demonstrate his ability to influence people and how he can wrap his abilities for the Archon, although to society their relationship will immediately seem strained and cold. Their real meeting, when they can be alone, will have a special impact on Tizian, but at the beginning of a relationship he prefers to play from a distance, watching your actions very closely. He is very open with his desires and feelings, but will allow you to close the distance on your own, he seems invariably reserved and careful, but he has an incredible temperament and passion, which is very easy to let flare up. 

 Titian builds a special bond with Edwardis, their motivations and life experiences are almost identical, and although they have a sharp difference in temperament and position in society, they have a strong relationship based on mutual benefit, interests and respect. These relationships cannot be called paternal or brotherly, they prefer to maintain a respectful distance and observe each other from the sidelines, preferring to influence the Archon separately, without mixing their feelings and attention. But Tizian has the same tendencies as Edwardis - his life was destroyed by a witch hunt, but even if he was not born a magician, he would have to live in a society and under the hand of traditions and laws that are insensitive and inhuman to anyone. Cybele guided him, gave him her own guiding star and the promise of a future he desperately needs - and thereby endowed him with a crushing rage and cruelty that swept away everything else. But as long Tizian will get what he needs so badly, as long he will be next to the Archon, the snake will twist into a ball, and he will become a completely different person - his natural gentleness and caution will be revealed, he has an amazingly gentle and calm disposition and many other possibilities self-realization, not only manipulating and inflicting pain for the sake of survival and personal gain. 

With Charet, as already mentioned in novel, Tizian's relations are very difficult - in one of the outcomes they can create a powerful triad with the Archon, uniting to take care of them and their interests, in the other outcome he will be the best ally if the Archon wants reject their patron. In both cases, Tizian has the most advantages, Cybele knows him very well - as well as the fact that he can change the dynamics of the Archon's relationship with Charet for the better, and at the same time remain happy and satisfied in all respects. At the same time, Tizian has more opportunities and desire to oppose both Charet and even the Archon themselves, he is ready to go against his kindred spirit, if by this he will push them towards liberation from burdens and vices, if then they can be with him forever in the halls of Cybele Tizian tends to be an external, destructive or creative, force, and he is no stranger to being a villain for sake of himself and his soulmate. 

The personification of Cybele is a mare, and Tizian has always had a tender love for horses, like a nomad he was always attached to them. He lost them in order to move to the islands - but in his belongings remains the skull of his old friend, Morena, whom he summons when he needs her. The mare who appeared in dreams was Cybele - in the subtle worlds the patrons are associated with their vassals, in the same way the Archon always feels the movement of the scales of snakes on their skin. In turn, Cybele is a Greek and Roman goddess who personifies the feminine principle, whose lamia priestesses dressed in black horse hair and worshiped the night. Her priestesses were always chosen from the most beautiful and skillful in lovewomen, but they were just as striking and dangerous, as the appearance of a black mare in dreams could be both an omen of death and great love. In the same way, another mare goddess, Hecate, patronized horse breeding and dark magic, she also led the Wild Hunt, raising crowds of the dead, red-eyed dogs and demons in the night.

[buckybeardreams]

Unwanted

Chapters: 6/11

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Brock Rumlow, James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton, Harley Keener

Additional Tags: Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Steve Rogers, Omega Tony Stark, Service Top, Dominant Bottom, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Virgin Steve Rogers, Brock Rumlow is a Good Bro, Sam Wilson Is a Good Bro, Romantic Soulmates, First Meetings, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sappy, Romantic Fluff, Awkwardness, Drinking to Cope, Self-Worth Issues, Insecure Tony Stark, Insecure Steve Rogers, Age Difference, Harley Keener is Tony Stark's Biological Child, Bonding, Claiming Bites, Claiming, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mpreg, Non-Explicit Sex, Light Dom/sub, Mutual Masturbation, Coming Untouched, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Wordcount: 10.000-30.000, Knotting

Series: Part 1 of Second Chances

Summary:

Steve is a soft Alpha and Tony is an in charge kind of Omega with no desire to find a mate. He doesn't want to find his soulmate and when he does meet Steve he's determined to stay away from him.

That is until he realizes just how right they are for each other.

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"Can I dry you off?" Steve blurted out.

Tony raised a brow at him.

"Excuse me?"

"Your hair... it's wet," Steve said lamely, touching the end of one of the curls that framed Tony's face.

"Yeah, I guess," Tony said, because he didn't know what else to say to the odd request.

Tony grabbed Steve's hand and tugged him down the hall and into the bathroom. Steve shifted awkwardly on his feet and Tony hopped up on the counter.

"Towels are in there." Tony pointed to a built-in cabinet.

Tony blushed bright red and bit his lip as Steve rubbed a towel over his head. There was something so tender about the way he did it that made Tony feel strange. It was a good kind of strange, but strange nonetheless. When his hair was as dry as it was gonna get Steve set the towel down and they just stared at each other for a moment.

"Thank you," Tony breathed out, feeling all fuzzy inside.

Steve nodded, clearing his throat and blushing.

"Um, yeah, of course."

Tony licked his lips and jumped down and Steve stumbled backwards, caught off guard by how close they suddenly were. Tony just giggled and headed off to raid Brock's closet for dry clothes, running his fingers through his hair in an attempt to tame the mess of curls.

*****

Steve couldn't stop staring at Tony during dinner and Tony kept blushing and squirming which just made Steve blush and squirm too. Brock just rolled his eyes at them.

"I'm glad you both stopped being stupid, but you need to stop being so damn awkward."

Tony narrowed his eyes at him before smiling a little too innocently.

"Would you rather me bend over the table and let him knot me?" Tony asked sweetly, batting his eyes at Brock.

Steve choked on the bite of pasta in his mouth, coughing and pounding his fist on his chest.

"What?" Steve wheezed.

Tony and Brock burst out laughing and Sam reached over to thump Steve's back.

"You okay, man?" Sam asked him.

Steve waved him off.

"Yeah, fine," Steve managed.

That seemed to break the ice at least. Tony and Brock started chatting after that, teasing each other, all laughs and smiles. Steve and Sam were mostly silent, watching their Omegas like they were celestial beings sent down from the heavens to grace them with their presence. When the night ended Steve offered to walk Tony home. Tony just laughed at that.

"Nah, I can get myself home just fine," Tony said, smiling.

He pressed closer, slipped his hand into Steve's back pocket to pluck out his phone and pouted when he realized it was locked.

"0-8-1-0," Steve offered up unprompted.

Tony blinked up at him in surprise before smirking. He added his number and handed the phone back.

"Text me, yeah?" Tony ran his hands up Steve's chest.

Steve couldn't believe his luck. Why someone like Tony wanted someone like him, Steve would never know, but he was thrilled to have the opportunity to prove himself to his Omega.

"Yes, sir," Steve whispered, feeling breathless like Tony had reached inside his lungs and stole the air from him.

Tony giggled and shook his head in amusement, close enough to Steve for his curls to bounce across his chest. Tony leaned his weight against him.

"You can call me Tony."

Steve nodded, hesitating only briefly before running a hand down Tony's spine. Tony shivered, rubbing his face against Steve's pecs which were remarkably soft for how ridiculously defined they were.

"What about pretty Omega? Can I call you that or will you go off about being an independent Omega that doesn't need an Alpha's validation to know you're pretty?"

Tony rolled his eyes, smiling softly.

"Yeah, whatever. I guess I can allow it. As long as you know I don't need your compliments to know just how hot I am."

Steve chuckled.

"You're gorgeous, Tony, but for what it's worth, I love that you know what you want."

"Yeah? Because you like being bossed around?" Tony teased.

Steve blushed, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yeah, I do," Steve mumbled shyly.

Tony grinned at him, standing up on his tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek.

"Text me when you get home, yeah?" Tony said with a smirk.

Steve nodded.

"Yes, si-- Tony."

Tony just shook his head again in amusement, his eyes sparkling.

How did he possibly end up with someone so perfectly suited to him?

It clearly was a match made in the heavens.

"Good boy," Tony purred.

"Can I text you on the way home?" Steve blurted out, blushing bright red when he realized what he'd asked.

Tony raised his brows in surprise.

"Clingy much?" Tony teased.

He regretted it instantly when Steve's face fell.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked that--"

Tony cut him off before he could continue to apologize, cupping his cheek and shushing him.

"Hey, no, I was just teasing. You can be clingy. It's cute."

The smile Tony got from that was blinding and his heart fluttered in his chest the whole way home.

*****

They texted back and forth as they headed to their separate locations and Steve told Tony the moment he got home. Tony told Steve when he got home, too, and Steve felt like he was going to melt into a puddle on the floor of his apartment. He was desperately in love with Tony and really that wasn't a shock. That's just the way it was supposed to be with soulmates.

Tony was just as hopelessly lost on Steve, his sweet, blushing Alpha. Tony fell into bed that night with a sigh, a grin on his lips. He just couldn't seem to stop smiling. Unfortunately, his smile did fade when the loneliness kicked in. He spent an hour tossing and turning restlessly before giving in and calling Steve. The phone only rang once before Steve picked up, sounding just as awake as Tony felt.

"Tony?" Steve asked, like he couldn't believe that Tony was really calling him.

There was also a squeak to his voice that made Tony suspicious.

"Why do you sound guilty? What are you doing?" Tony demanded.

Steve stumbled over his words for a moment before managing to form a full sentence.

"I was t-touching myself," Steve confessed, his voice barely audible.

Steve still had a hand wrapped around himself, but the fingers that had been inside of him were now wrapped around his phone.

"Oh really?" Tony said, his voice shifting to teasing, slower, smoother, thick as honey. "You being naughty, Alpha?"

"Um, yes?" Steve squeaked uncertainly.

Tony had never told him he couldn't touch himself, so he hadn't even thought to ask permission first. Tony giggled and Steve loved the sound of it right in his ear. He groaned, his hand squeezing his base, applying pressure to try and find some kind of relief to the sheer amount of horny this Omega was inflicting upon him.

"Okay, here's what we're gonna do. I can't sleep anyway, so we're gonna play a game."

Steve was immediately interested, holding his breath as he waited for Tony to continue.

"You like to finger yourself, Steve?"

Steve swallowed hard.

"Y-yes, sir."

"Good, I want you to get your hand off your dick and finger yourself. We're both gonna finger ourselves and come untouched," Tony told him. "Sound good?"

Steve nodded, whimpering.

"Tony, I'm not sure I can come untouched."

Alphas didn't have a g-spot like Omegas did, but this just made Tony coo at him.

"Aw, are you worried that you'll get all frustrated, Alpha?"

Steve whined high in his throat at the thought.

"If you don't get a release, Alpha, that's really not my problem, but if I don't get my release, then we're gonna have a real problem. So why don't you be a good boy and get some fingers inside of you? Open yourself up and make pretty sounds for me to get off on."

Steve moaned at the thought of his Omega getting off on his sounds. He wanted that so badly.

"O-okay, sir."

Tony bit his lip.

"Put me on speaker," Tony instructed, putting his own phone on speaker and setting the phone next to him on the mattress.

He could hear the shuffling as Steve did the same and then he heard the groan when Steve shoved his fingers back inside of himself, one hand holding his cheek, his fingers trying to dig in as far as they could go. Steve really wanted more. It wasn’t nearly enough, but Tony had said to use his fingers. Steve wasn't about to disobey his Omega.

If Tony thought that Steve made pretty sounds, moaning and groaning, whining and whimpering as he got closer to his release but struggled to push himself over the edge, then Steve thought Tony made the prettiest goddamn sounds in the world. Tony whined and whimpered and Steve could hear the rustling of his sheets as he squirmed on the bed, damn near sobbing as he got close.

"Alpha, Alpha, 'm so close, so close," Tony whined.

Steve whined back, sounding distressed because he didn't think he would get a release and the thought of staying frustrated all night, maybe even longer if Tony didn't give him permission to come in the morning, was just too much.

When Tony came though, crying out for his Alpha, it was enough to push Steve over the edge and he lost himself for a blinding moment, pleasure overwhelming him and relief flooding through him. It was when they were coming down from their highs, panting heavily and barely able to talk, that Steve groaned out,

"Fuck, I love you."

There was a beat of silence where Steve realized what he said and Tony's heart froze, before speeding up until he thought it might burst out of his chest.

Tony didn't know if he loved Steve. He knew he should, because they were made for each other. He thought that maybe he did, but it was too soon. He couldn't admit it to himself, let alone to Steve.

"Go to sleep, pretty Alpha. You did so good for me," Tony murmured instead. "You sound so damn pretty when you're all frustrated."

Steve bit his lip.

He wished he hadn't said I love you. Saying it and then having his Omega not say it back dulled his high, brought him back to the ground painfully quick. The sun that had just been shining on him disappeared and the gray crept in around the edges, threatening rainstorms.

"Night, Tony," Steve managed, hanging up and rolling onto his side. He curled in on himself and the tears poured down his cheeks.

Tony swallowed hard, his eyes shutting, sleep evading him as the hours stretched on.

*****

Steve felt like shit when he peeled himself out of bed the next morning. He went through his morning routine, but he might as well have been a zombie. All he could think about was Tony and how he hadn't said I love you back. Steve was startled out of his stupor by a knock on the door. He frowned as he opened it.

"Tony?" Steve said, shocked by the unexpected sight of his Omega, his hair disheveled and sticking up all over the place and a pout on his lips.

Tony wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss.

"I love you, Alpha. I should have said it last night, but I was scared."

Just like that the sun was shining again and Steve grinned at his Omega.

"Shh, it's okay. I'm just happy you're here."

Tony huffed.

"Don't shush me. I'll shush you, stupid Alpha," Tony grumbled. "Shhhh."

Despite his grumbling, Tony pressed closer and purred happily.

"I love you, pretty Omega," Steve murmured in his ear.

Tony couldn't help the blush on his cheeks and the grin on his lips, but he hid his face in Steve's chest so his Alpha wouldn't see.

"Shut up," Tony mumbled into his shirt.

Steve laughed and pressed a kiss to his hair.

"You're cute, you know that?"

Tony lifted his head to glare at Steve.

"Make me some coffee. I haven't had any yet."

Steve's lips twitched.

"As you wish, my pretty little Omega."

Tony rolled his eyes at him, pulling away to plop down on the couch and kicking his shoes off. Steve shook his head in amusement, shutting the door and grabbing Tony's shoes to place on the shoe rack, before heading off to the kitchen to fetch some coffee for his spoiled Omega. Steve made pancakes, too, and all of his domestic work was made worth it when Tony smiled at him and murmured good boy.

[somniabundant]

For the character thing: Skov :)

Duuuuuuuuude. I’m about to go off

Sexuality headcanon: okay I think that Skov is pan. He just has chill, carefree vibes and I feel like while Proko doesn’t want to label his attraction in a way that he picks something ambiguous, Skov doesn’t want to label his attraction in a way that he’s like ‘everything! Everyone! I am open to possibilities and I do not care what you identify as as long as you are hot!’ And I love that for him.

Gender headcanon: listen. Listen. My guy is ftm trans and I will fight you in an alleyway if you tell me I am wrong. I will stand by this until the day I die I swtg he is trans and it’s beautiful and his boys support him and it’s wonderful and I’m so proud of him (the fact that typing that all out is making me emotional...) Anyway in another timeline I was Skov and therefore this is true, thank you for coming to my Ted talk.

Just kidding, I’m not done yet. Skov is a trans dude, but he’s also pretty chill and very secure in his identity. He knows who he is and really found himself after he joined the pack and their support means a lot to him. Because of this, he’s able to experiment with his style and wear eyeliner n shit and sometimes borrows Proko’s skirts and drives his expensive-af car in an electric blue miniskirt with fishnets like the king he is and I love that for him. He’s out here destroying gender norms, just a dude being hot and wearing a skirt and still being a dude and he’s an icon and I love him. I could keep going for a while, but let’s move on...

A ship I have with said character: ngl I stole this from a thread between @prokopenkokavinsky and @non-mortem-somni-fratrem they showed me the possibilities and I got hooked. Gansey/Skov. Idk why the idea of this is so appealing to me, like before I was just here for shipping him with Swan and K but now I’m like dang him and Gansey, that’s the kind of out of the box thinking I wanna see. Can you imagine?? Gansey just has no idea how to deal with him and he’s blushing all the time because his boyfriend is so hot and confident and he /wishes/ that was him, but at the same time Skov brings it out in him and Gansey is more adventurous when they’re together and it’s wonderful :))

A BROTP I have with said character: okay so like. Totally ship Swan/Skov in a non platonic way, but I totally see them having an epic bromance as well?? Like they just know each other so well and they do SPORTS together and they got that jock bonding going on for them and they’re so bro together the rest of the back just rolls their eyes at how dumb they are. But then at the same time they’re totally in love more than bros (romantic or somewhere that transcends labels) and they cuddle every night and are like absolute soulmates and it’s beautiful.

A NOTP I have with said character: hmmm. I actually had a lot of trouble coming up with one because I feel like he works with everyone, but I’m going to have to go with Blue/Skov. I feel like maybe they hooked up once and it was fine like they had fun, but then afterwards they mutually decides to never do that again because it was kinda weird and they’re still chill with each other, but they don’t mess around or anything, just platonic pals.

A random headcanon: there are so many... I legit don’t know where to start... okay okay a couple days ago @prokopenkokavinsky and @townpunk and I were just going off on a thread about him so I’m just going to list some from there and then a couple other random ones. First off, he has electric blue hair, I’ll fight you on that one too. Also, he def has a sugar addiction like blue sour patch and monster and just candy and energy drinks galore, he’s got that gamer aesthetic but he spends most of his time playing soccer instead of video games, though he and Swan do play Xbox together sometimes. Ngl I’m not sure where this one came from but I feel like he smokes weed?? Don’t ask me more about this I’ve said it before but I know nothing about drugs I literally don’t leave the house I’ve never been to an actual party all of the stuff I write is completely imagined so like I have nothing else to say about this, but he smokes weed and he also lets himself go wild in every way at K’s substance parties and the regular ones. Another one from the thread: he has ADHD and has a bunch of stim toys and the boys carry some around with them at all times to make sure he always has something to keep himself occupied with. One that I just randomly decided on is that he plays electric guitar and like he’s not that good at it, but he likes it cuz it’s loud and he just has fun messing around and half-assing songs and stuff. Also, this is just my thought, but his actual name is Jacek, but in America aka at Aglionby he goes by Blake. Okay I feel like I should cut myself off before I just keep talking forever but yeah those are a couple...

General opinion over said character: I mean I think you already get the gist... but yeah, he’s an icon and I love him and I want us to meld and become the same person, I very much look up to him XD

[danny-chase]

unusual asks

4, 8, 11, 20

Unusual Ask Game

Friends, fade, randos, this one got long so we're adding a cut, but here are the questions:

4: do you think its okay to separate the art from the artist?

8: how many accounts do you follow?

11: what unusual talent do you have?

20: describe your blog in 3-5 words

4: do you think its okay to separate the art from the artist?

I don't have a yes or no answer for this - highly contextual based on the situation. Take the Harry Potter Situation for example. A lot of non-binary people were deeply hurt by what *she who will not be named* tweeted and stands for. But a lot of people (including those from the group she marginalizes) saw themselves in the characters she brought to life and used the books as a coping method to get through tough times. So maybe its okay for children to believe in magic, but as we get older, and revisit things as an adult, we should take into consideration the author, and see how that affects the writing more. There are comics I've read multiple times (before and after joining the tumblr fandom) and I find myself noticing and being able to identify things that others have pointed out (with the added context of knowing authors' political stances and knowing about the editorial disasters at DC *cough fuck Dan Didio I'm glad he was fired*). So like idk. I feel uncomfortable blaming children for unintentionally enjoying/supporting something that came from someone with horrid views. But also it sucks to be let down as an adult when you realize Santa's not real and people are terrible.

Another case I'll touch on is not giving the original artist credit for their work - which often happens to the same groups that are marginalized in the above situations. And because their work is often silenced, stolen, written over, and watered down we then have less artists to choose from later on, which feeds into the cycle of only having (at least in the US) mainly white, cishet, abled bodied, and neurotypical perspectives being pushed (and male to some extent). It's like so much of the content white people consumed is tailored to perpetuate white supremacy, or at the minimum - never even bring it up. And books getting banned from school libraries can be so damaging for this reason, because if you can only live your own experience and you're surrounded by like minded people who have similar experiences, how on earth are you supposed to learn about the world when you don't even know other things exist? And in this case, removing the original author/artist is so damaging. And it happens all the time and we never know the difference. (and if you need a case of like art art, i would say this happens there too - especially thinking of all the art that colonizers stole from indigenous peoples, it happens in the sciences a lot too, and also full disclosure - I'm white, and grew up with almost no diversity in my area, so this view has been expressed better by others who are marginalized)

8: how many accounts do you follow?

*no one laugh at me* 54, my feed is so well tailored... um so yeah i basically came into this fandom after reading a lot of comics (and i only got tumblr in February(?)) so not saying fandom is bad, but like if your opinion on characters is based mostly in fanon, i was set up to look at it and go ): no thanks, because bleh i don't like a lot of popular fanon takes. And i basically just uh. Found a group of people that were already mutuals and inserted myself into their conversations until a few of them followed me back :D and now i feel pressured because they're like famous in my mind D:

Also i don't follow very many people that post about multiple fandoms, but I do have my spam mutual and i love them - you know who you are 🦀

11. what unusual talent do you have?

I always win tickle wars because i have very dexterous feet, and my older brother and cousins used to tickle torture me so i developed the method of using my feet to tickle back as a way to get free, and i have no shame in this situation.

20: describe your blog in 3-5 words

random stupid batfam shit

[faejilly]

I was tagged by @la-muerta​ & @facialteeth​ & @thedivinemissema​ for the WIP/Title Game

rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and interests you and i’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!

AND THEN  by @shadoedseptmbr​ @msviolacea​ & @ravenclawnerd​ for the “stories you want to write... but for some reason haven’t yet”

so this will be a mish-mash of both? The WIPs will mostly have blurbs in this case (to fit the second meme) but you are still welcome to ask follow-up questions, if you’d like ;) Assuming you make it through the list, it is uh. Not Short.

Anyone who would like to play with their WIPs, please consider yourself tagged in either or both of these. :D

Misc Fic Folder:

“untitled document” - where I’m working on fictober fills so I have word-counts for my GYWO tracker. I am not working on these because Brains Are Dumb and also Going Back To Work Is Exhausting

I made a file called “YULETIDE!” which has nothing in it but I’m determined to finish this year so that is definitely technically a thing in the Unending WIP List of Doom worth mentioning. (Tho obviously that’s all I could say even if I had started, because anonymous.)

“coda-fics, rewatch!” -yes, that exclamation mark is important! it’s to keep me motivated! (it didn’t work). Much like untitled, this is for putting stuff so I can do word count tracking even if I don’t know what I’m doing. Currently I think it just says “MARYSE” because I was working on my SH 1x6 coda-fic and then got distracted and haven’t typed anything up yet. (Yay notebooks? Boo notebooks? Not even sure at this point.)

WNIP (works not in progress) Folder:

“TOG” - I had one vivid mental image of how Nicky & Joe met (blood-stained evil smiles?) but then no idea for a follow-up story and also the fandom is insane and I’m not sure I want to deal with all of *gestures vaguely* all that

“Shan Xia Notes” -for a TTRPG that never quite got off the ground; she was a semi-tragic selkie who was still in love with the evil queen/lady who stole her skin and I got to play her for like one session and she was surprisingly chaotic neutral, which wasn’t at all what I’d been expecting. But the game never really got off the ground, so I never had enough info to really delve into writing backstory fic

“post-Kruschev” -Kruschev’s List was the last episode of Scarecrow & Mrs King, and I was debating writing an epilogue in place of the s5 we never got, to try and tie up some loose ends, but the fandom’s three old-ladies in trench coats and I never quite worked up the gumption to get it anywhere

“Code Realize warm as silk sequel” -there is literally nothing in this file except “SEX! Only a little angst” because I wanted to write some “we can’t actually touch each other” smut but never actually did. 🤷‍♀️

BioWare (also all Not-In-Progress Anymore)

“seb/adelaide”, “Theia” & “DAI Erana” -these WIP folders were cannibalized for ficlets for the last few times I did fictober, and while originally I had ideas for longer epilogues for all three of them, at this point I don’t think any of the remaining bits could support a story any longer.

”whispers in the dark” -Maia Ryder never really got much fic at all; the cancellation of any further Andromeda stuff was really disheartening, and at this point I’d have to play the game again, and I don’t think I’m gonna manage that any time soon

”TSP” -a Mass Effect 3 Shepard AU collab project that kind of went off the rails, and our mutual brains/lives never quite seem to line up so we can try and rebuild it ”Ngaio & Tane” -my one truly ruthless Shepard (Alliance background, who romanced Traynor) whose father Tane Shepard was, I think, in PsyOps, and I wanted to figure out their complicated relationship but never really did know where I was going with it

”JE Zu & Yaling” -so I’ve rambled about my Tragic Sagacious Zu Romance Thoughts regarding Jade Empire more than once (#Icy Yaling should have most of it) but apparently I want to yell about it more than I want to actually write it? Whoops.

”CI sequel: 5 times fic?” -Cruel Intentions is a kinkmeme fill that I started and then it sat for like five years before I actually finished it, and I liked the ending, but it does leave a giant fucking question mark in terms of how those people got from there to where they are after the game, and I kind of wanted to write a proper h/c fic rather than just... leaving them wallowing in all that trauma?

But I didn’t. I don’t even remember for sure how I wanted to frame the 5/1 of it all, besides it being something sad about allowing people to see you or touch you in some way. (Prayers maybe, since I think there was definitely some Sebastian & Fenris & faith stuff going on in there.)

“candles” -Merribela prompt fill that I never was happy with? Not sure what I might do with it at this point, so it’s just sitting there all sad and lonely and neglected-like.

Shadowhunters

pt1: WIP LIST ONLY

“Persuasion” -so I keep trying to write Persuasion AUs in many fandoms because it’s my favorite Austen, but I think I like it too much, I have no real solid concept of how I’d transform it, and if I don’t have anything else to say about different characters within that framework, I have no push to actually write anything? Also this SH version of it suffered from MASSIVE scope creep when I started outlining and it got too big for me to handle so I like, killed it twice? Whoops. This one is really probably never gonna happen.

“oosdt sequel” -I wanted to write more about the Forest That Eats People and Magnus & Alec as Guardians Between Worlds, and also some background Magnus’ Found Family & Lightwood Family Feels (maybe some clizzy?) and I left a Madzie plot-thread dangling from the first one on purpose even but I think this one had too many ideas and not enough focus so it’s sort of sprawling all over a doc with a lot of “???” in it

“procedural-ish” -this was originally going to be a sex-farce. and then it turned more serious. and then maybe kind of copaganda which was uncomfortable in terms of the Everything That Is The News in 2020, and then maybe it was more a Mafia AU and at that point I had self-inflicted tone whiplash and I wished the voices in my head were a little more forthcoming about their plans so I stopped before I brained myself on my computer monitor in frustration.

“I had rather a rose than live forever” -I started a reverse!verse Malec (Shadowhunter!Magnus, High Warlock!Alec) for bingo last year, and I couldn’t quite get it together in time, so I made a moodboard inspired by the bits I’d started instead. I may see if one of my prompts from Bingo this year help me finish it?

“fall fright fest (practical magic  au)” -exactly what it says on the tin! almost exactly a year old & neglected! IDEK ANYMORE (I talked about this one with the WIP meme last time tho: here)

“priest!kink theology?” -I thought it was gonna be smut? I like priest!kink. I have made other people like it and yell at me even! But then I kept diverging into demon!Magnus thinking about Priest!Alec’s faith and as usual, IDEK ANYMORE *laughs*

(If they’re remotely canon-adjacent or divergent, a bunch of these are in here because I need to rewatch the show to get the pacing/timing/tone right and I haven’t, and I don’t know why, because I enjoy the show, but BRAINS! Are Dumb! So I guess that’s it?)

“I do” -I have tried to write this damnable Malec arranged marriage fic like six different times. I have signed up for fic exchanges and bangs with it, I have rewritten massive sections, trying to change tone or structure or POV or whatever, and it basically comes down to they like each other too fast and I keep not gutting it enough to get back to a useful pace, but by the time I realized that I was on take six and kind of sick of it. I may get back to it eventually

“wing!fic” -canon divergent in early s1, trying to deal with the consequences of Simon’s kidnapping as the Truly Serious Event that it should have been. It uh. Got heavier than I expected with those consequences (considering it was originally just supposed to be Alec’s wings flirting with Magnus) and also see above re: rewatching for pacing.

“2x20 aftermath/date night/pandemonium porn“ -yes that is the actual wip title. It used to be “spite fic” because I was originally inspired by fighting against a lot of fic!Alec characterization that was clearly based more on the books and ATG syndrome than the Alec in the show, which is the Alec I know and like and want to read about. BUT, pacing and etc. again, I think. Also I have somehow entirely lost my knack for writing porn, which makes it difficult to finish something originally intended to be smut!fic. Or even teasing almost!smut.

“rubbish heap” -so this is about three different fics that I realized complemented each other really well so they’re now all in the same file as I try to turn them into the sequel of “with an if in its soul”. It includes amnesia, parabatai lore shenanigans, a s3 rewrite, and some truly awful Owl adjustments that make me wince in horrified authorly delight and pain. BUT, as with the other ones in this file, the scope is large and I normally write short-fic and I kind of just threw up my hands in exasperation. I may have to break it back up into the three different fics instead, if I ever actually want to write it. Them? But also I need to take better notes on s3 to make sure I have what I need in here.

SH Pt 2: Started posting or not yet in hiatus because it’s actually almost ready to be a thing in the real world! maybe!?

“kisses (firsts)” -I actually started publishing this one, a “series of firsts” that was supposed to be kind of relationship milestones and kind of an excuse for smut, and then there wasn’t that much smut and I lost momentum and also dear lords & ladies the timeline is stupid, wtf. I may not ever add to this one, tbqh. It doesn’t stop in a terrible place, and they’re all ficlets so they stand alone all right.

“clizzy epilogue” -this is blank atm, it’s more a reminder for me to keep poking away at my “girls who can’t breathe air, only fire” collection BECAUSE I WOULD LIKE TO ACTUALLY GET TO THE CLIZZY AT SOME POINT

"mer!alec" -pts 2-4 of a series, but apparently having an actual plan gets in the way of me *writing* the thing, and I haven't managed to throw the half an outline far enough away from my brain to be able to write again. Or something like that.

"ibhww" -if broken hearts were whole is a soulmate fic I started a million years ago, and purposefully set aside to finish some other WIPs because I thought they'd be quick, and now it's just buried under two and a half years of regret and shame so it's hard to get back to it

"iafy" -i am for you is a delightful & frothy semi-epistolary fluff piece that also just lost momentum because Life & 2020 & etc. It's far and away the most popular thing I've ever posted on AO3, which also makes me feel weird sometimes, and I feel like the fact that there's no grand conclusion planned, just a bit more fluff and settling in, might end up being disappointing? Basically, it's the first time I think I've psyched myself out about reader expectations, and until I get over that I'm going to have trouble finishing the last couple chapters. (There really are probably only two more chapters though. IT’S SO CLOSE, I wish I could just... write it. And yet?)

“fake-hating” -I do not like fake dating as a trope that much, I just do not get it, but I love outside POVs and arranged marriages and there’s this delighful tumblr post about how they wished there was more fic about people who were together but had to pretend they werent’, and uh. This may be that? Eventually? I’m not exhausted by my failure to finish it yet, so it’s still in the regular folder rather than the hiatus folder, even though nothing’s been posted for it.

AND I THINK THAT’S IT?

Not as terrible as it could be, but still. MANY WORDS THAT MAY NEVER SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY. Posting the equivalent of one’s old ratty sketchbook is always a weird feeling. :D

[michaelmyersdefensesquad]

About

DNI if you are:

-terf

-truscrum/transmed

-exclusionist

-racist/sexist/homophobic/etc

-map

-anti-mogai

-anti-queer

-anti-kin

-anti-ship/fanpol

DNI if any of these groups are in your dni:

-pro-shippers (I’m one of those. If you don’t want me interacting with you, you shouldn’t be interacting with me either!)

-mogai

-people who call themselves queer

-non-bi mspecs (pan, ply, omni)

DNI if you follow (without the slashes):

-horr/ordi/rtbag (is against alternate character interpretations of Michael Myers)

-h/ack/sl/ash (is against alternate character interpretations of Michael Myers)

-xmi/chael/mye/rs (thinks that slashers loving anyone other than a cis woman is ooc, fangirls over actual real school shooters, and erases Jason’s disabilities) 

Other Important Information:

-My name is Corey

-I am 24

-My main is cursed--alien

-I am nonbinary, and consider myself trans

-I am queer. I enjoy identifying with that term. I know it means odd, but I am odd. Currently, I consider myself asexual panromantic and diamoric.

-I am neurodivergent in multiple ways. I am autistic. I have ADHD (the inattentive type). I have severe generalized anxiety disorder that I’m in therapy and take meds for, and it’s also the reason I have most of my baggage, since my anxiety attacks present themselves in a way that freaks people out. 

-Some more disabilities I have that I think are neurological in nature, but don’t normally fall under the neurodivergent umbrella as far as I know: Dysgraphia (handwriting is difficult to the point of sometimes being painful).  Prosopagnosia (face blindness) (I can’t recognize people by their faces, but I do know a face when I see one).

-Reframing Michael Myers’s narrative is comforting to me as a neurodivergent person who often is misunderstood by neurotypicals.

-If anyone ever needs me to tag anything, just let me know and I’ll be right on it!

Ask Etiquette:

-Anonymous mode is for shy people, people asking from sideblogs, and people without tumblr accounts. It is not for cowards to send hate and feel safe behind a lack of a username.

-Anyone can ask anything, so long as it isn’t personal. Have a question about one of my aus, fanfics, or headcanons? Feel free to ask as much as you want! Just no questions about my personal life, especially if we’re not mutuals.

Michael Myers Headcanons

- I headcanon Michael Myers as a bisexual trans man

- I also see him as a person with deep-seated issues, but ultimately still very much human and not a being of pure evil

- The idea of Michael being a dad gives me unbelievable amounts of serotonin

- Michael is kinda like a cat: quiet, often aloof, but affectionate when he wants to be

- I don't see Michael as having much in the way of impulse control; he does what he wants when he wants, consequences be damned

AUs

- Monster Breeder AU: Based on the Monster Breeder browser game, basically an excuse for me to make myerhees babies

- Malpractice-verse: Dead dove do not eat. Basically, what if the abuse that Michael had suffered in the hospital had escalated beyond just psychological.

- Halloween 420: Michael Gets Blazed: The title is kinda self-explanatory, but. Basically, Michael doesn’t kill any of Laurie’s friends because he stole some of her weed and kinda mellowed out for a while. Laurie hides Michael in her basement and he’s part of the friend group/high circle now.

- Brambles: Michael has a child with his cult/fanclub so they don’t touch Jamie.

- Michaelings: Michael has a bunch of kids from one-night stands.

- Invisible Ink: Myerhees soulmate au (to be fair, I consider them soulmates anyway, but this is an au where they’re *soulmate au* soulmates, if that makes any sense)

- Murder Siblings: Michael and Laurie bond as siblings by hunting abusive pieces of shit for sport

- Childhood Friends AU: Michael and Jason, who are the same age in this au, were friends as young children during the summer of 1963. I want that summer to be a main focus of this au, as well as their reunion in 1979.

- Catboy Mikey AU: Neko-style animal-people (aka not quite furry, more human than furry) au that also has plain humans in it. Michael is obviously a catboy, Laurie is a catgirl, and Jason is a deerboy. Catboy!Michael has some adorable kittens.

[ethelphantom]

perhaps the worst of timings and ideas (but I’ll still do it ‘cause I’ll do it with you)

Uh yeah I know this is day late but it’s still the prompt fill for day 22, wedding because well. It was meant to be a drabble but then seemed to decide that no, it wanted to be an actual, almost 3k oneshot. Maybe you’ll survive. The first almost 1,5k are just some people making Jon and Adrien’s life insufferable.

Ao3

______

So, perhaps they should have thought it through before all… this.

Whether that meant Marinette and Damian or Adrien and Jon, well, no one was sure.

If it was Marinette and Damian, then this would be about how much they regretted agreeing to help with the wedding, that they both promised to be the Best Woman and the Best Man of their respective best friends. The stress the organisation caused was endless, and that on top of their hero work and university was a lot to handle.

But, as it is, talking about how stressed someone is is rather boring, so no. Maybe we should talk about why Jon and Adrien regretted ever asking their best friends to do any of this instead. They should have just asked them to attend the wedding and perhaps do a short speech.

Not that they didn’t do the speeches anyway. Marinette simply didn’t make a short one and Damian, well, Jon was wishing he had explicitly told his best friend to just keep his mouth shut. To make matters worse, the two of them were doing the speech together, because how else.

“Dear everyone here, it’s certainly lovely to see you all here celebrating these two dumbasses who only took three years to ask each other out after mutual pining and our suffering. It’s certainly a little surprising that after seven years of telling them they actually like each other and goddamnit Adrien yes Jon is genuinely in love with you alright, now can you please propose to him so we’ll be done with your worries, we’re finally here at their wedding reception,” Marinette had said at the very beginning of their speech, earning groans from the happy just married couple and laughs from most of the audience. That, and a “moan all you want about how unfair this is, Adrien, but she’s right, we did have to suffer for years!” from Chloé, along with affirmative nods from Kagami who sat next to her.

Yeah, the only ones invited there who were from Paris were Chloé, Kagami, Marinette, Luka and Félix. Everyone else had at last announced out loud they weren’t friends a few years back, and neither Marinette or Adrien had looked back. Alya was definitely going to call them once she heard Lois Lane was at the wedding as well, but neither cared. It wasn’t like they were going to even answer to her.  

“I’m honoured Jon made the mistake of letting me speak at his and Adrien’s wedding,” was how Damian had started. At that point, Jon had already looked like he was ready to run away from his own wedding, or perhaps it would work better if he just threw Damian out.

Not that either of those actually happened.

“As my lovely girlfriend already said, we indeed had to spend years watching these two dance around each other before they even asked one another out. It took us less time to start dating, and we actually met through them — which reminds me, perhaps I should thank you, Jon. If you hadn’t tried to break through my window and hurt yourself at the process when you wanted to moan about how he brought his ‘cute girlfriend’ with him to the States, I might not have ever met the love of my life you at the time thought was dating her very much platonic best friend.”

Dick started laughing (“so that’s why little D asked us to replace his windows with something unbreakable while muttering something about idiot best friends from under his breath”) and couldn’t stop before Kagami threatened to drag him out by his ear to calm down. It was clear the happy couple wanted the Earth to swallow them alive, preferably right that second.

Then the two ended up giving yet another set of shovel talks to their respective best friends’ husbands, and perhaps the only reason they hadn’t been dragged off the stage and away from the microphones one and half minutes into it was probably the fact neither Jon or Adrien were capable of standing up from their embarrassment and both the Paris Crew and the Batfamily and Conner, Clark and Lois were having too much fun listening to it.

Well. If that wasn’t all, once they got out of the main hall they were using as the dining room, the wedding reception started to look more like a chaos than anything. Nothing bad happened, really, but it was bemusing and a little frustrating, the least to say.

One of the main halls was filled with fake rats, as a very confused Clark tried to explain to his son and son-in-law, and by saying “filled”, he really did mean filled — even Mar’i could only barely fit into the room what with all the stuffed toys in there. Dick was absolutely baffled as he dragged his baby brother (“I’m not your baby brother, you dick”, Jason had yelled as he was being pulled by his collar towards the toom) to help him empty the room.

There were supposed to be filled water glasses in the cafeteria area of the mansion ready to just be taken and drunk. Instead, over half of them were upside down — yet filled with water — along with a computer written note “Have fun cleaning up! Or, try to turn them around without spilling any water. Love you!”

Needless to say, the mess that followed was enormous. Adrien wanted to fling himself off a cliff or maybe a window, but Jon stopped him just in time.

Then there was the area just in front of most of the toilets. Filled with plastic cups full of water, all of them.

Adrien buried his head in his hands, resigning to his fate.

Once they did get to the toilets, some of the soaps were coated in dried clear nail polish. The only reason they figured it out was because Chloé was there and she was able to recognise it without missing a beat.

One of the smaller dining rooms was covered with rather embarrassing pictures of Adrien and Jon. Chloé, Luka, Dick and Tim were all immediately able to find some that they had taken in the past years. It threw Bruce completely off because then who was the culprit?

By then Jon was ready to follow Adrien to jump down from the highest room in the mansion.

Alfred sat them both down, gave them two glasses, a bottle of champagne and a box of chocolate and tissues.

Conner found out some of the caramel apples were replaced by caramel onions.

Neither Adrien or Jon were ever told about it to save them from more chaos.

No one knew who to blame for all of this.

By the time they got back to the main dining hall, two of the biggest tables were covered in post-it notes — and it seemed that all the leftover post-it notes had been attached to the windows lazily once the culprit got bored. Cass took one look at it before she turned around and simply left to breathe some fresh air, dragging Stephanie with her.

Turns out, that was rather impossible since all their jackets were taped to the ceiling — which was rather high up there — and only Kagami and Cass could really get them since everyone else that was a superhero or a vigilante had to play normal nothing-to-see-here to the few non-superheroes in the entire celebration.

And finally, in the very back cold room they found a gorgeous wedding cake — more beautiful and definitely bigger than any of them had ever seen — waiting, which Tim approached with high alert. It was suspicious as it was not supposed to be there, but well. It was a cake. Then again, considering everything else that had happened, it was still far too dangerous to go without being careful. There was a note attached to the wall next to it.

Sorry. Maybe this compensates for all the other stuff. No pranks this time, I swear. Just a delicious cake baked by yours truly. Your favourite flavours. Sorry again. We just needed a getaway plan. Love you, and Adrien, do not try to find us or you’ll find your apartment in less than perfect condition once you visit it again~

You two must be baffled by now, but I have to say I do not find myself too apologetic right now. You’ve caused us enough suffering in the past few years, this is merely a simple payback of equal value, is it not? Have a lovely rest of the evening, Jon. You may want to keep your husband from trying to race to wherever we may be in approximately ten seconds, and it would be preferable if you didn’t try to do so as well.

A beat.

Then, a confused whisper full of suspicion echoed in the dark room, “…where are Marinette and Damian?” It was soon followed by two loud, irritated and frustrated screams of “Marinette! Damian! Get back here!” which could be heard throughout the mansion they rented and the forest surrounding them.

⬷۵⤐

“Thanks Kaalki, here are some sugar cubes for you as thanks,” Marinette said smiling tiredly and yawned. Then her eyes landed on the flowers she had taken with her and she laughed.“I wonder how long it will take them before they realise I stole Adrien’s bouquet before he can throw it over his shoulder.”

Marinette leaned against her boyfriend and let him pick her up to carry her to the bedroom. It had been a stressful and tiring few weeks, and considering it was past midnight in Paris already, she decided that it was completely reasonable for them to go sleep already. Even if they had just spent the past two weeks in Gotham and Metropolis and her internal clock should correspond to theirs instead of Paris’.

They had first gone to The Seine to calm down and to breathe for a while. Damian had searched up the exact coordinates of their wanted location before simply taking the Miraculous from Marinette and transforming himself. There was no way he could have let his far too exhausted girlfriend to handle this — there was a good chance they’d end up in The Seine instead of next to it.

After that, Damian had transformed once more to take them to Adrien’s apartment, and the only reason they ended up in front of the building instead of inside it was because Marinette had insisted she wanted to open the door with the keys Adrien had given her the previous summer. Both could have bet he was regretting doing that more than anything right now, but that was fine.

Damian set her gently to the bed before helping her change into her pajamas so that they could just go to sleep. He had plans for the day that his best friend had almost ruined for him by deciding he wanted to get married the day before, and now that Damian had a chance to go through with his plans anyway, there was no way he was going to let his Angel exhaust herself even more. He needed her awake for the morning.

Once he was sure Marinette had fallen asleep, he took both their phones and simply turned them off, knowing that soon enough they would be blown up with messages and he would rather not have his Father or Drake to hack their phones to turn up the volume again. After all, there was a real chance they would do just that. Harder to do it to a phone that’s just simply off.

⬷۵⤐

“Good morning, habibti. I hope you slept well. I made breakfast, please dress and get to the kitchen,” Damian said, waking her up from her peaceful slumber. He kissed her forehead gently before turning around and leaving to give her some space.

Marinette buried her face to her pillow before smelling the amazing scent that came from the kitchen. Damnit. Now she really couldn’t just continue sleeping. Damn her boyfriend for being a sneaky bastard and making sure she wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep.

So, Marinette opened one of the luggage, not really caring which one of them owned it, and took the first sweater she could find and pulled it over her head. Then she stood up and walked to the kitchen, following the wonderful scent in favour of ignoring the need to brush her teeth.

“Good morning, mon tresor,” she said, leaning against the door frame and watched her dear boyfriend cook them something to eat. Once he turned around, he simply stopped in his tracks, staring at her. “What is it? Did I dress up in something dirty?”

Damian shook his head and smiled at her. “No, it’s not that. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes,” he replied, taking a few strides across the room to get to her. He swept her up into his arms and squeezed her. “You’re too adorable for your own good,” he told her as blush crept to her cheeks.

When Damian finally returned her back to her feet, she pulled him down by his collar and pressed a kiss on his nose, only then letting him return to whatever it was he had been doing. Marinette rubbed her still sleepy eyes, yawning before she slumped on the chair closest to her. Burying her head to her arms, ready to fall asleep at the table again, she sighed happily as Damian reached out to comb her hair a little. It was nice and comforting. Well, up until he found a tangled area and had to use a little more force to untangle it. Marinette winced and stiffed, only relaxing when Damian kissed her head.

“I apologise, love. I did not mean to cause you pain,” he said, his hands never leaving her hair.

“It’s alright. Just, please, be more careful.”

“I will.”

Damian continued for a short while more before declaring he was done and went to get her a plate full of food. She sighed happily at the delicious smell of it all. Without thinking, Marinette put a forkful of the scrambled eggs in her mouth, only to then realise it was still hot. Damian laughed at her as he went to fetch her a glass of cold water.

As they ate, they talked about the previous day. Marinette wondered why she hadn’t gotten any messages from them — they should have realised she was a part of the scheming, unless they hadn’t found the cake — but then Damian told her it was because he had turned both their phones off. But, perhaps there weren’t that many messages from everyone waiting for them. Hopefully, anyway.

“Isn’t this our third anniversary already?” Marinette suddenly asked. Damian nodded.

“Yes. Isn’t it strange how time flies?”

“Yep, definitely. Especially since it feels like we’ve been together forever. I honestly cannot get over how a few years back I wanted to learn your name and now I’m having breakfast with you in your sweater,” Marinette said chuckling and leaned against her palm. She watched how he stared at her before digging something from his pocket.

Damian walked around to her and cleared his throat. “I understand the sentiment,” he said, playing with a strand of her hair. “Personally, I can not believe how miraculous it is I got the first date and even the first year, let alone these wonderful three years I’ve now had with you.”

Then he dropped on one knee and showed her what he had taken out of his pocket. A beautiful silver ring with a sapphire and a double halo. Marinette gasped and felt tears prickling in her eyes, all of the exhaustion gone from her. “So, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, habibti, my dearest angel, will you do me the honour and stay by my side until death do us part?”

“Yes! A thousand times yes!” she breathed out and launched herself at her boyfriend — fiancé? —, tackling him to the ground as she embraced him.

Damian returned the embrace, squeezing her tight against his chest as she kissed his forehead, hair, eyes, nose, anything she could easily reach.

Her fiancé had a horrible sense of timing, but that was fine with her. So what if they ended up getting engaged the day after their best friends got married? They would live.

A few hours later, they finally turned their phones on to tell their families of their engagement. As they had guessed, they had hundreds of notifications, both worried and frustrated messages. And about three hundred missed calls each. Oops?

If they had hoped telling them of their engagement would have helped them calm down, they were horribly wrong.

The messages that followed that absolutely flooded their phones.

Maybe the akumas could wait a little until Adrien was less done with her, and the villains in the states could wait until Jon was ready to face Damian without wanting to launch him directly at the sun and his family was ready to not start a screaming match about him proposing to her somewhere they could not see it happen.

Perhaps they should stay away from all of them for the next few days… or weeks.

Yeah, that sounded like a good idea.

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Thoughts on Paris When It Sizzles (1964)

Paris When It Sizzles is in some ways a spiritual successor to Buster Keaton’s Sherlock Jr: it’s at its heart a story about how reality and fantasy feed off one another, all the while satirizing Hollywood conventions and cliches. In the film, William Holden is Rick, a hack screenwriter who’s been too busy boozing to work on his newest script, The Girl Who Stole the Eiffel Tower. The studio sends over a typist named Gaby (Audrey Hepburn) to get the screenplay finished within a matter of days. The two spend this time coming up with rather inane movie ideas, all of it fueled by drink and their mutual attraction, but Rick’s creative exhaustion and Gaby’s optimism clash time and again, both in the story and in reality.

Of course, some might think this opening paragraph is giving the movie too much credit. Regarding the popular choice for “Audrey Hepburn’s worst movie from her superstar heyday,” I think only Green Mansions competes with Paris When It Sizzles. It was certainly Hepburn’s least favorite, a movie she described as a fun to make and less fun to watch.

When I first saw the movie a few years ago, I found it likable and entertaining, if certainly over the top (I don’t think Hepburn ever gave a broader comic performance). As a writer myself, I thought the non-romanticized depiction of the writing process as non-linear, weird, and frustrating was super relatable. Rewatching the movie, I still think it’s enjoyable though uneven.

The movie within the movie operates very much like the meta-climax of Blazing Saddles, with the characters openly breaking the fourth wall, saying goofy lines, mugging, and veering into actual slapstick. Tony Curtis shows up as a minor character who keeps trying to make the movie within the movie about himself. The movie’s genre changes on the whim of the characters: one minute, it’s a spy-thriller, the next a Hammer horror movie, the next a Hitchcockian heist.

All of this is very interesting for those who enjoy movies about movies, especially movies that mock Hollywood movies. It also works very well as a time capsule, with Rick deriding “new wave” movies and their lack of interest in script structure or audience-pleasing conventions. (I have to wonder how many casual moviegoers even really knew about new wave movies? I’m not being an ass, it’s an earnest question.) It’s not unintentional that Rick’s rival for Gaby’s affections, both in real and reel life, is a method actor, representative of the new school of filmmaking that would kill the classic Hollywood style in just a few years.

No, this is all very interesting-- for me certainly too interesting to allow one to write the whole movie off as nonsense. The big issue is the frame story-- and the question of how seriously we’re supposed to take it. I get that we aren’t to take The Girl Who Stole the Eiffel Tower segments seriously at all, but the frame story is another deal.

Played in the same broad style as the film within the film, any commentary it has on “real life versus reel life” is diluted. The two are kissing within moments of Gaby introducing herself-- and I cannot tell if this is the result of the two of them watching too many movies or what. The love story between Rick and Gaby just isn’t very interesting, though there is a scene towards the end where Rick accuses Gaby of projecting romantic qualities onto him that he doesn’t have because of how deep they are into thinking movies and movie tropes. But the frame story never pursues that line of thought too often and neither character is developed enough for me to take in interest in them.

Going back to Sherlock Jr., I feel that movie did a better job at drawing the line between real and reel life, showing how people emulate movies in their own lives and inevitably come up short of silver screen idealization (ex. Keaton getting a lesson on proper kissing from a movie, for instance, and being a bit awkward about it). Here, while the movie makes it look like it’s going to do this, in the end, the real life frame story ultimately Hollywood in every sense of the word. And once again, I can’t tell if this is a meta-meta sort of thing or not.

Don’t let this deter you from seeing the movie of course. If you love Mel Brooks, this is actually very in line with his anarchic, playful style, sans the sex jokes or farting cowboys. Holden and Hepburn still had some of that magic chemistry they shared in Sabrina almost a decade prior, and the in-jokes will please movie nerds. I would still call it underrated, if only because it’s not at all the stinker people claim.

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how I run my blog

Tagged by:  (stole from @achaoticmultiverse​ ;v) Tagging: Youuuuu

SPEED: It mostly depends on who I’m writing with and what length. If I’m doing short RPs, I can get to them in less than 15 minutes after my partner responds. Otherwise, if it’s multipara I can take up to an hour or a week or even a month...  Right now, multi-para really tires me out so I tend to favour threads that don’t even take up half the page.

REPLIES: Again, it depends on who I’m writing with! I love writing multi para but as I said before, I’m very tired recently so I’m leaning more towards easygoing short threads.

STARTERS: Oooft, I absolutely suck at starters. I try once in a while but it never works out good because I can never think up of creative first meeting scenarios without memes.

INBOX: I still have a few memes sitting in my inbox, but I think my fatigue caused me to just stockpile... I’d reblog more memes but again, I’m a tired uni student OTL

SELECTIVITY: Honestly, I’m super picky with who I write. I don’t really like telling people that “I don’t think our writing really works together” so I tend to end up dropping things and pretty much ignoring everything but asks sdkfsd I really wish I had the courage to tell people but alas...

Also, I’m open for non mutuals sending asks but these days I prefer mutuals only.

WISHLIST: With Tsuki??? I want him to have a hateship even though I think he’s incapable of hating anyone unless they’re criminals or something sdfcsdvsv... I also want a thread where someone makes Tsuki reach his tolerance limit and he goes Headmaster on them...

HONEST NOTE:  I know I say I’m picky but I have a lot of people I want to write with. I just lack the courage to approach them myself so I end up waiting aaaa... 

[motherboxing]

I said I wasn’t going to write about this but after talking to my girlfriend I changed my mind

TW for mentions/acknowledgement of sexual abuse, including CSA and incest, as well as non-CSA/non-incestuous abuse/rape, gaslighting, property damage, stalking, and self-harm.

I want to talk about the Ailey O’Toole plagiarism thing but I am angry. I am worried that saying I am angry is derivative. I am worried that my trauma is derivative. I am worried that my trauma is original (too original, perhaps, one might say, unbelievable?) and people have and will plagiarize it for personal gain. I am worried about being accused of doing this, because I have cast around for ways of describing What Happened, ways of acknowledging, naming, coming to terms, trying to mend, and in my utter overwhelm about the abject terror of that, often looked to the writings of other survivors. I have talked to other survivors who told me that they did this with my own writing, for themselves. The networks of survivors that I know, sharing our language, offering up our sympathies for each other, relating, connecting, trying to heal, are beautiful, intricate, delicate things. When someone does something like this it smashes a wrecking ball through the house I am trying to build in my head for the knowledge of my own abuse.

She stole the words of other women - many of whom were women of colour - and presented them as her own. More than that, she stole the stories of their personal trauma. She took a description, written by Rachel McKibbens, of physical injuries relating to abuse, and presented it as pure metaphor, revealing through her own amateurish take on an expertly constructed work her lack of understanding. Her poems are worse than the poems of the people whose traumas she exploited. She’s a hack. I have tried to muster empathy for her and I have none. I only have the internal chaos of having been effectively gaslit for years.

Something that I think gets lost in the way that the term “gaslit” gets thrown around today is the long-term impact of gaslighting. I am not very good at describing it but I would say it is in part a constant self-doubt. Did this happen? Here is the proof I have collected. At night sometimes I do little drawings and leave them on my desk to prove that I was there, a real person. When someone lies to me, I become destabilized and angry, then direct that anger inward. I compartmentalize my memories into neat little boxes, separate and away from each other, and then when that no longer works I pick and pick and pick at them. I acknowledge the truth of my memory and then I unravel it, spool the thread, and light it on fire. If you go to therapy, he said, they’ll plant false memories. Therapists can do that. They’ll tell you you were abused to turn you against me. You know I would never hurt you, right? Don’t you love me?

A recollection of a specific assault can be hidden away, like the rug I bought that he ruined that he pretended wasn’t real. I bought it with my own money and he hid it and told me I never did, and I believed him until I found it when I was moving out and saw the big stain on it. I left the rug there. Did the rug exist? Now I believe - know - that it did, but when someone lies about shit like this, it worms its way under my skin and eats at me. There are people - former friends of someone I was formerly in love with; someone I was formerly in love with; someone I was never in love with but who took what he wanted anyway - who will still tell you the rug did not exist. Sometimes people who were not there tell me that the rug did not exist. I imagine there are people who will read this and say, see! She ADMITS she’s an unreliable narrator!! The rug is literal and also a metaphor. 

What if someone does to me what Ailey O’Toole did to McKibbens and others  - reads this piece I am writing and cribs it, claiming it as their own? Or, more horrifically: what if I’m doing that to someone else and I don’t realize, because all of my memories are fake?

My rational mind knows that there is a difference between me reading something on someone’s blog and then later, privately, telling my therapist about it, saying I appreciated the language that person used, saying I found their writing a relatable account of something similar to something that I remember in my own past - that their writing made me feel understood, made me understand something about myself; that I cannot speak about my own memories as mine just yet, but I can acknowledge the recognition that I felt reading this other person’s work - and publishing in a book that I got paid for and did interviews about and won awards for a story which is wholly someone else’s, and claiming it as mine. My rational mind even knows that there is a difference between someone picking up a phrase I used to describe my abusive former family (“mutual bullshit society”) and applying it within their own traumablogging on their non-monetized tumblr blog where they are just trying to process their own shit, and the careful, deliberate crafting of an autobiographical poem written for publication and considered for prestigious awards. 

Gaslighting, though, tells me there isn’t. Maybe, it tells me, you’re lying. Maybe you made it up, for sympathy, for attention, for prestige - to be seen as someone who has Survived, which is Admirable, because everyone loves a survivor as long as they aren’t a bummer! As long as they are inspiring. Isn’t that what you want? To be seen as strong? To not be afraid? Wouldn’t it be easier if none of this was real?

I wonder if Ailey O’Toole understands these feelings. I wonder if she understands what it’s like to have someone deliberately chip away at your ability to trust your thoughts, memories, feelings, instincts, and impressions until you genuinely think you don’t know what’s real anymore. I wonder if she understands what it’s like to wrestle that self-doubt to the ground, pin it down, and say, “THIS HAPPENED”, only to have it rear up and take a chunk out of your flesh in retaliation. I wonder if she understands what it’s like to do that and then see her, her smiling, perfectly made-up, straight-haired perfect white girl face with no damaged teeth, revealed as a fraud, and feel a fear worse than “what will happen if I stop acting like I made it up?” - what if I DID make it up after all?

I don’t know Ailey O’Toole’s life. I’m not saying she’s never been abused. And I do not subscribe to the school of thought that teaches that people (women) make up stories about sexual violence for twitter fame and book deals. I do think that in many (white) feminist circles online, there is a dangerous premium placed on vulnerability. That poses much more of a risk to people who are willing to be genuinely vulnerable than it does to people who crib other peoples’ writing about their abuse and pretend that that is vulnerability. 

And I don’t know what to do with my anger about this. I don’t know how to navigate the tangled knots of denial it tightens within me to see a story about someone who exploited other peoples’ trauma in this way. It is damaging, and it sucks, and if I’m honest, I do not think O’Toole understands the harm she has caused - primarily to the people who she ripped off, the victims of her fraud, but also, in a secondary way, to the people who are struggling to tell their own truths whose perception of that activity is easily cracked by shit like this. It’s just hard. I wish people wouldn’t do it.