#at least it's not the kind of post where people are bringing shitty takes into it bc it's a moby dick post but like

[thebigbadbatswife]

Hi sorry to bother you or bug you but can you please write a fanfic or maybe a short post about how would the mail Justice League members would react to female superhero reader while she's on her period apparently I'm on the starting stage of having my period cramps are the worst and I need comfort you can make this however you want it's up to you I understand if you don't want to that's fine but if you do want to do this thank you so much you're an awesome person and an amazing writer and also I think you're writing is awesome never stop loving yourself and never stop treating yourself also don't forget to have a self care day 😇

 Hey! You’re not bothering me at all! 

You know what I don’t normally take requests (refer to my pinned post), but screw it. I’m having a shitty time with my own uterus so why not? Nothing makes me feel better than reading and/or writing fluff when I feel bad and hopefully this’ll make you and other people feel better as well 💜

I’ve already done a post similar to this featuring Bruce (you can find that here) so for this I’m just going to be doing Arthur, Clark and Ollie* since I know them better than I do the rest of the League. I hope that’s okay! 

And thank you so much for your kind words! I’m so glad that you like my writing! I hope that you enjoy 💜

*And a bonus w/ Diana since the idea came to me while I was writing the boys and I could not resist and just had to include her.

Warnings - F!Reader. Established Relationship. Period mentions (Obviously). Comfort. Fluff!

Clark keeps track of your cycle so that he can always make sure you’re stocked up on the things that you need. Chocolates, sweets, sanitary products, pain medicines, his mom’s special homemade cookies. You name it, he’s already stocked the cupboards and fridge with it. 

Definitely a bit of a mother hen. Likes to dote on you and make sure that you’re fed and hydrated, but isn’t overbearing or condescending in any way. He knows that you are more than capable of taking care of yourself. He also knows that there are times where you just want to be taken care of and cuddled in bed until you’re feeling better, he’s more than happy to do so. He’s also a walking furnace so no more waiting for a hot water bottle or heat pad to warm up when you’ve got Clark right there instead.

Arthur is a lot of like Clark. Keeps track of your cycle, makes sure you have everything you could possible need. You don’t even need to lift a finger as he will have the palace staff bring it straight to you. 

Obviously, as king of Atlantis, he has duties he must attend to, but the ones that he can pass off to others he does so that he can be there for you while you need him. When he is with you be ready for lots of kissing and cuddling as he makes it up to you and does his best to make you feel better. 

Oliver can be… a little bit forgetful. He doesn’t keep track of your cycle like Clark and Arthur, at least he doesn’t in the very beginning of your relationship. Definitely makes the wrong joke at the wrong time and the glare that you give him is more than enough for him to realise he’s messed up and badly. He’s quick to start making amends though!

Waits on you hand and foot. Anything that you want he will run and get it for you. To the point that it’s like he’s trying to compete with the Flash for the title of fastest man alive. Still makes jokes, but now they’re so ridiculously corny it’s hard to not laugh at them when you’re still trying your very best to be mad at him. Is more than happy to snuggle with you (once you have forgiven him and will actually let him).

Bonus!

Diana, of course, knows just how much periods can hurt. She sympathises with you greatly when she finds you curled upon the couch and she hates to see you in such pain and discomfort. She makes sure that you have eaten, drunk something and had some pills before she is pulling you to lay on top of her, strong muscular arms wrapping around you and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. She won’t be leaving your side until you’re feeling better so if there is anything that you need she will order it in for you instead.

[edenfenixblogs]

hope you dont mind me sending an ask being a total stranger and all, i just don't wanna bother op of that post

fd does bring up the fact kendrick is a BHI/hotep briefly, specifically that that's great ammo for a beef because to most people the bhi/hoteps are considered weird and embarrassing and would be insanely easy to make fun of in a beef (at least according to most black people I've spoken with & fd himself), but also he believes that drake probably doesn't even really grasp what they are because he's distanced himself in such a specific way from the black community (and arguably jewish community as well, though i think fd only kinda alludes to it) in a really specific way- BUT, that it was an evolution, he started out in a very odd cultural position where he was ostracized for simultaneously recieving antiblackness from white & jewish communities he was a part of but also seen as "not black enough" by many black people (and it's still a bullshit take people will have)

that desire to fit in is what led him down a shitty road, but also drake already clearly had some clearly terrible behaviors already. he talks about how kendrick was being unhinged too and isnt necessarily one to talk

overall the video is more about the music history behind it and the connection between it and the current culture, and just kinda what led to this climate that could want the downfall of drake

i dont know if i agree on drake not knowing about BHIs, though i could believe he doesnt with how he really weirdly constantly codeswitches even wrt jewishness, but imho fd doesnt like to touch on areas where he really cannot speak to the experience, he's said as much in the past, so he only speaks very briefly of the black perspective of how hoteps are goofy as hell

sorry for rambling, im really into music, think fd did the video well although i dont agree with all his opinions, and just wanted to articulate it correctly that it's really more about the musical climate than anything else :)

I don’t mind this message at all!!! In fact, I’m so grateful for it!

This is all really good info. I would believe that Drake didn’t know about BHI, tbh. I didn’t know about it until a couple years ago when Ice Cube (who I grew up loving 😭😭😭) did some heinous shit awhile ago and I was like “Why did my man come for us Jews what the fuck??”

And then a mutual told me about BHI and I looked up. And found a whole new group of people who hate, dehumanize and erase us. 🙃🙃🙃🙃

I mean, theoretically, maybe Drake may have had more exposure to it as a Black and Jewish man. His mere existence makes him more of a target for people invested in that kind of ideology. But also, I do and always have very much gotten the sense that he was ostracized from much of the black community for his Jewishness and mixed race reasons—not due any specific issue in the black community, but just because people are always dicks to people who don’t neatly fit into social categories in expected ways. I can also see how being a Black rapper in white-passing Jewish circles could have been very uncomfortable if those white-passing Jews were inclined to tokenize or exclude him. So it’s possible to me that his bilateral isolation might have insulated him from BHI discourse.

Tbh I don’t think code switching is weird in almost any circumstance. It’s just a development in reaction to your environment. I have a really multiethnic and multicultural family and code switch all the time. I think if it seems weird when Drake does it, it might just be because he has not developed (and tbh should never have had to develop) a strong sense of what “version” of Drake he is supposed to be. So when he tries to read the room and meet expectations, be just does it badly. But it’s not his fault in the long run. It is fault of people who expect him to fit those expectations in the first place.

I respect the hell outta fd for staying in his lane and only speaking on what he understands. And with this context I’m glad he brings up BHI at all. Because it *is* relevant. Being Black and Jewish ANYWHERE are both identities that permeate every single element of someone’s lived experience. When dealing with a beef between people where one is Black and Jewish and the other is Black and attempts to usurp Jewishness by re-categorizing it historically and racially…the cultural friction at play is absolutely relevant.

I’m sure it isn’t the whole story or even likely to be the most important factor in their beef. But it is definitely A factor and it wouldn’t have been right to leave it undressed. Especially when the beef took off as antisemitism more broadly was on the rise due to current events.

I am glad to know that most people still see BHI as a goody ideology. There’s still wayyy too many people who believe it, though. I’ve lived with the consequences of their hatred for white-passing Jews for several months now and it is…unpleasant. But mostly it’s heartbreaking. I grew up listening to Ice Cube. I used to cite James Baldwin. I adored Alice Walker. And finding out that they hate me one by one was devastating. But the worst part has been OTHER BHI folks using their words to justify their own hatred of me and all Jews like me while simultaneously making me feel like I was harming them in some way just by existing.

I want to be clear that I do not and never have believed that most black people believe BHI bullshit. I’m only saying that it was a shock to me the sheer number of people who DO believe it and how vehemently they hold that belief and direct that vehement *emotion* directly at me. It’s really good for me to know that people who aren’t Jewish are publicly speaking out against BHI bullshit. It restores a lot of hope for me.

So ok. I’m back on the “maybe I’ll watch in a little bit when I’m less raw” train. I also love music, even though I’m certainly not up to date on it. So I’m intrigued to know more about the musical landscape of what’s going on.

Thanks again!

[undead-moth]

hi I loved your last post ! :) could you make a similar post about why you think Sydney is good for Carmy? I like your takes

Hi. Thanks for asking. Took me a while to respond because I had to think.

1. The single most important thing that I think makes Syd good for Carmy is that Sydney is the embodiment of what Carmy needs to be. Sydney is passionate about cooking, but it goes even beyond that. She enjoys cooking. She enjoys the culture of these prestigious restaurants. She thinks Carmy's chef jacket is cool, she's enamored by where he's trained and worked. All of it means so much to her. She's curious, she's excited, she's inspired - everything Carmy has lost sight of, and maybe never truly had to the extent that Syd does. Carmy in part became a chef to compete with Michael, to show Michael up, to be the best at Michael's thing. This means that this chef world was kind of tainted for Carmy from the very beginning, but then on top of that, he went through hell in the process of becoming the chef he is today.

It's obvious from flashbacks, especially this season, that there was at least a period of time where Carmy had the passion, the curiosity, the inspiration Syd has, but for Carmy it has never been innate. He is just someone who happens to be a gifted chef - it's not necessarily his calling the way it's clearly Syd's calling, and in order for him to run his restaurant, and I think in order for him to feel truly fulfilled, it's going to have to become that. Syd will help guide the way.

It's also worth noting that Sydney actually is doing it to nurture people, which is one of the narrative lessons Carmy misses this season. Nonetheless, it's made clear to us that nurturing others is what being a chef is about, and that's clearly what it's about for Sydney. We see this in the episode Omelet, when she cooks for Sugar.

Also, I would say that Sydney hasn't bought into the more toxic aspects of this culture. She isn't, for example, a food snob. She tells Carmy about this roast (I think it was a roast?) she was making for her last client as a caterer, and how this specific client wanted fresh pasta but it didn't work - so she put the roast over King's Hawaiian buns. She also sprinkles Sugar's omelet with Lays potato chips. However high-end she hopes for this restaurant to be, she doesn't specifically worship its high-endness. Carmy on the other hand, in season 3, is over and over scolded for having bought only the most expensive of things. The most expensive butter, the most expensive dishes, the most expensive pans - which, granted, he's trying to get a star, trying to make sure the restaurant actually is high-end, but it nonetheless demonstrates that he's sort of bought into this aspect of the culture, undoubtedly because of the head chef who abused him in New York.

Sydney, I think, challenges certain aspects of the culture for Carmy, the very aspects that have made him the most jaded over the culture. When Sydney brings up the Hawaiian buns or potato chips, Carmy readily says that it sounds good, but based on the note of surprise in his tone, I think it's also not something he would have willingly done himself. I think that's kind of inspiring, for Carmy. He says to Sydney first, "You make me better at this," and it's very true. While I think he makes Sydney a better chef on a physical level, teaching her expertise she hasn't acquired or mastered, she makes him a better chef on a spiritual level.

2. Sydney is also Carmy's rock. The most damning evidence of this is when he's having a panic attack and only once he thinks of her does he calm down. But I think she's consistently his rock throughout the show.

In season 2, Carmy has the, "I don't want to be shitty," conversation with Syd, in which she says, "Don't be shitty then." They laugh, because that's easier said than done, but I kind of think Carmy needs logic like that in his life. He has a tendency to overthink, to make things harder than they need to be, and I think Sydney has this very rational and mellow approach that can give Carmy moments of, "Oh - it's only as hard as I make it." I know in season three, there's a similar moment between him and Syd (I can't remember exactly what he says) and Syd doesn't say anything, but I think that situation is a little different, because in the first situation, it's not things with Sydney he's fucking up, and in the second, it is. I think Sydney has a hard time telling Carmy how she feels, but I also think she was feeling like she shouldn't have to be the one comforting him in that situation, and that's fair. My point is, it wasn't because she wouldn't have been able to provide the same level-headed reassurance if that had been appropriate at that time.

I think Carmy can rely on Syd to keep her head on her shoulders at times when Carmy definitely can't. She was the person holding the restaurant together in season 3, more than anyone else. When Carmy gets out of being locked in the freezer, it's Syd who tells him he needs to apologize to Richie, while the others bring up Claire. But Syd understands that between Richie and Claire, Richie is more important for Carmy to make up with. It's not about who Carmy wronged worse, it's about who matters more to him. Richie has always been in his life, he's like a brother to Carmy, whereas Claire is a girlfriend of a few weeks. Sydney understands this innately, and keeps Carmy on track, focused on what matters most.

3. Sydney never gives up on Carmy, but still holds him accountable. I think this is one important way that Sydney differs from Claire. Carmy and Claire never had any problems once they established that they were a thing - but the first time Claire bears witness to how Carmy's trauma affects him, it's over. I know that's not all on Claire, but the point is, I don't think they would have ever lasted, because Claire can't do the same balancing act that Sydney does.

Throughout the show, Sydney and Carmy get into minor arguments, and they talk through them, apologize to each other, explain their feelings. Carmy blows Sydney off once and it's not something that means the end of their partnership. In the first season, Sydney leaves The Bear because of Carmy's behavior - but when she receives a genuine apology, she gives him another chance. This season Carmy fucked up over and over - and while I've already said a couple of times now that I don't think his fuckups were unforgiveable, nor exceptionally awful, no one would blame Sydney if she left, and she hasn't yet. She might in the future, but if she does, it will only be after giving Carmy many chances, and a long time to change his behavior - and once again, I don't think it will be irreparable even if she does leave. I don't think Carmy will feel like it's impossible to even face Sydney again, like he does with Claire. Sydney has what it takes to weather Carmy's storms.

4. This last one is kind of the inverse of "Carmy knows how to apologize," and that's, "Sydney holds Carmy accountable." I've mentioned before that I think part of the problem with Carmy and Claire's relationship was that it was unbalanced. Claire never had her own needs, her own problems, her own flaws, her own fuckups, her own anything else that Carmy was expected to pay attention to and take into consideration. They never fought, but that was mainly because Claire was agreeable. Healthy relationships don't really work like this.

Sydney, on the other hand, has always demanded Carmy's respect. This season, she struggled to communicate with Carmy, in part because of how Carmy was behaving, but as I said before, I don't think it was entirely about an inability to talk to him. I think it was in part her understanding that some things weren't her responsibility, or that Carmy was doing things he should know better than to do. She was waiting for her apology, which I think is another way she makes it clear she expects to be respected. Previously, when she and Carmy were less tense, she was able to communicate her needs. She tells Carmy that she needs to be called before they decide to destroy walls, and later in the season she expresses her frustration with the idea that Claire may have contributed to their menu. Granted, I think part of the point of both of these interactions is that Syd isn't entirely in the right, but either way, she tells Carmy how she feels, and what she expects him to do about it, and what she expects is not unreasonable.

She also doesn't let Carmy blame anybody else for something he did. Toward the end of season 2, there's a scene where Carmy is yelling at the kitchen staff because there were pans placed on the left shelf, and they should be on the right, because everyone is right-handed. Sydney immediately points out to Carmy that the reason they're on the left is because of something he made happen (I can't remember what it was, but basically, it was Carmy's fault).

She also doesn't let him apologize for things that aren't his fault. He tries to apologize to her for not knowing that her mom died, and Sydney tells him right away that it isn't his fault. A couple of times when they're talking through some spat they got into, she says something to the affect that it wasn't his fault, or all his fault. She's very balancing in this way. Carmy can't shrug off his own mistakes on to others, but he also can't wallow in guilt over things that aren't his fault. Because of Carmy's trauma, he isn't really capable of taking an honest look at himself, and he can oscillate wildly in either the direction of self-hate or self-righteousness - but Syd centers him, and humbles him, and that's healthy for him even if it's something that is also difficult.

So, these are my thoughts! I really do think they're very good for each other, without being so perfect for each other that it feels like it couldn't ever happen in real life. I really admire how realistically flawed they both are, and how with each their flaws aren't arbitrary or without reason. Some of the most well-written characters I've ever seen, and I think SydCarmy has the potential to be one the best romances I've ever seen too. Anyway, thanks again for asking!

[louisisalarrie]

Hey love at first I want to tell you that I love reading your blog, it’s so motivating and gives me the possibility to see the things on another prospective (+ you give me so much hope about all the bbg stuff) so thank you

btw I’m here cause I want to ask you a question, do you think that with the Liam’s passing (omg I still can’t believe that I have to write this) something will change in the music industry or just around the guys?

I’m not as confident as I was before, cause I think that it is a shitty world and there is a lot of things to sweep under the rug. I thought that with all of the “P’Diddy” situation a lot of things would come up but it seems that after initial uproar everyone simply moved on and no one talk about this anymore.

I read your post about the guys’ post on the 1D IG page and I have had the same feelings when I read it for the first time. I hope that they will found a way after all that happened to spoke about themself in a truly way and that situation gives them the possibility to change something in their life in a better way (ykwim) especially for L and H.

heeeey baby thanks for being here and the kind words!! xx

I think Liam’s passing has brought a lot of attention to the mental health and treatment of artists and while it’s an absolute tragedy that he’s gone and I still can’t believe it, im glad we have been loud about this and we can hopefully make a difference for him and the boys and upcoming artists. I truly think if we keep pushing, it will bring more and more attention to it all, and it’s very important to put the industry’s top big wigs under fire for this shit.

Now I do think, that the biggest way to shake the industry though, isn’t gonna be coming from us or Liam’s passing itself. I think it’s gonna come from those boys being loud. I think that’s where the differing factor is. If louis jumped on a live stream right now and was like “hey im gonna out the abuse we went through because liam would still be alive if we were treated like actual humans” it would be a game changer. and im hoping he does do something like that. he’s too loud to not use this to give him more of a reason to shit all over the 1d team and SC. he’s probably just having some lengthy chats with his lawyer and grieving still. but I hope he fucking screams about it and rocks the boat that is the music industry. doesn’t have to be louis btw, any one of them or all of them could do it, I just use him as an example because he seems to give the least amount of fucks about the big industry folks and what they’ll think of him.

The P Diddy sitch is still unraveling, but it takes time. There’s hush money, lawyers, and a whole lot of managers and PR teams figuring out what the hell to do, but im sure something will come of it. it has to. something has to break and I think the GP, and other artists, are fighting for the gates to break and an absolute flood of truth to come pissing out. We’re all sick and tired of being lied to so blatantly, and people suffering but it’s all covered up. and things have to give at some point soon.

I think the 1d boys probably have a lot of fuel to the fire now with Liam’s tragic passing - it’s brought them all back together and I think, I hope, that they fucking lose their shit. They have a huge amount of support behind them. I hope they do something about this and call those assholes out.

[cellsshapedlikestars]

I really enjoyed your fics. Since Nosferatu released in theatres it reminds me of your fic where Petyr Baelish is the vampire who bites Sansa to turn her into vampire and Jon rescued her from her horrible fate. The fact that people are celebrating Orlock and Ellen supposed dark romance or whatever in Nosferatu made me sick but your fic has better take than the movie. Because you really bring out why Jon was hero and LF was villain. LF wanted Sansa to be with him eternally not really caring about Sansa while Jon ready to sacrifice his life to save Sansa and Starks.

First of all, I'm glad you like my fics! Second, I definitely thought you were talking about my most recent Halloween fic (variation, which isn't about vampires) before remembering I do have a vampire fic lmao. I was in a covid fog when I posted that and honestly kind of forgot about it

(ok, I went off on a tangent here, sorry anon! none of this is directed at you, it's just my general thoughts about shipping and fandom and stuff)

I haven't watched Nosferatu, and dark romance isn't for me, personally. I like writing and reading healthy relationships, with characters who are trying to be good, even if they don't always succeed, even if they struggle to be good, at least they're trying.

BUT, I can recognize that people ship for various reasons, and a lot of people love dark romance where the main (usually male) character is like, The Worst. A lot of people find "healthy" romance in fiction to be boring. But it's not like they'd want unhealthy, dark relationships IRL, it's just for shipping. People seek out different things in fiction, shaped by their own lives and experiences and traumas. I've run across people on tumblr who genuinely ship petyr/sansa, but tbh, those people have seemed pretty aware that the ship is toxic, and that's what they like about it. I can respect that, even if the ship grosses me out personally.

I'm very much a "ship and let ship" kind of person. Yes, there are ships out there that make me gag. And yes, there are ships out there that annoy me (though usually that's because it is a toxic/terrible relationship, but the fans are ignoring that and woobifying/genuinely romanticizing the shitty male character, without any awareness that that's what they're doing. If you're going to stan a shitty character, at least own it lol. At least have an awareness of who that character actually is.)

Anyway, I know people can look at jonsa and go "ew, you ship that??" and you know what - valid! They were raised as siblings! That's pretty weird and gross! It's an aspect of the ship that I tend to ignore, because it also grosses me out (I literally do not click on any fic that has the "half sibling incest" tag. And I can handle cousin romance in a canon or historical setting, but not in modern AUs), but it's also an aspect that a lot of jonsas really enjoy, because it's dark and gross, without being abusive. People ship for all sorts of reasons, and I think everyone would be much happier if we just accepted that and moved on, but we get bogged down in needing to feel superior to others because we ship the 'right' thing

[ourdreamsareneon]

okay *cracks knuckles* I did a post about gale, time for his better half - astarion

Some of you don't have media literacy and it shows.

I dont know where to start so I'm gonna go hard before getting soft (insert sex joke.) Act 1 astarion is an asshole. He's manipulative and toxic and uses his power as a ~230 year old vampiric high elf to manipulate you into (among other things) having sex with him. I understand falling for him at that point, that's not your fault it's just the game gaming and the writers are really good at how they write his manipulation. However, it does strike me as strange that some of y'all get to the scene where he confesses to using and manipulating you and you....don't care? 'He's just damaged! its not his fault!' babygirl, someone can have a good reason for hurting you, but that doesn't take away the pain. I'm not saying that you shouldn't still love him, but it's strange how many of you disregard that scene. I know for me at least I was saddened by it and definitely was a little wary about him afterwards until beating Cazador and unlocking the nice happy healthy Astarion relationship.

Now here's where we get soft to prove that I actually like Astarion. The reason that confession stings for me is because I have many a memory of being SA'd then being told "I'm not even into you, you were just there." Ever since I stopped being a girl and became a woman, something that happened all too early in my life, I have been used and abused. And hey, sorry for making my Tav the exact same way but I like processing my trauma through D&D. I relate a lot to Astarion. Hurt people hurt people and I know that better than anyone. I also know better than anyone that picking yourself up and healing from that hurt sucks ass. Which brings me to two points. Um apologies for getting hard on you again.... insert another sex joke here.

1) Astarion isn't ace. I've seen this briefly and while I appreciate the need for queer rep, and love headcanons, I do think this discounts the struggle a lot of SA survivors go through. Okay, back to my life so we can compare. When I was chin deep in my abusive relationships and just general shitty time of my life, I was fucking and sucking literally so much it hurt. However as soon as I got out of that situation, I basically became celibate for 2 years. I didn't know how to have sex in a way that was healthy, or that wouldn't make me feel awful about myself. It was only this year that I was able to finally have sex in a way that made me happy. I think you'd be blind not to see Astarion in the same way. He's just a hurt man that is trying to rediscover and heal himself. Which is why he doesn't care about Tav and Halsin, and why you can have sex on his grave. He is very sexually open he just needs some time.

2) Ascended Astarion isn't sexy and I don't think some of you are ready for that conversation. Look I don't have time to go through this because I have a meeting in 30 minutes because I'm an adult with bad time management. But I just. Come here. Come real close. Abusive relationships aren't hot and sexy. We all love a little bit of kink but if you don't see Ascended Astarion as clearly the bad choice, I'm very confused. He's so sweet and loving and kind and HEALED if you don't let him ascend, I can't imagine not wanting that. And like I said, kink is fine! And ascending him because you're doing an evil run or whatever is also fine! Just please, I need teenagers to stop romanticising abuse because the media you consume does rub off on you.

TL;DR I love Astarion with all my heart, but by the writers own admission he was created as a Try Not To Overly Sexualise an Abuse Survivor Challenge and y'all are failing left and right!

[messrmoonyy]

Tess x fem reader

Celebrating the holidays durin the apocalypse

Holiday spirit

Tess Servopoulos x fem!reader

A/N- this is so soft. She’s so soft. I was working maybe 2 years or so after that flashback from episode 3. She’s not as hardened as present day timeline in the show, she’s a soft little ball of sunshine with her ball of sunshine gf. I only proofread this once.

Warnings- none. It’s tooth rotting fluff

Word count: 3.2k

Masterlist - requests open

Reblogs and comments are always appreciated <3

The holidays didn’t really mean much to anyone anymore. At first people had tried. Some desperate attempt to make the dire reality of things seem not so bad for a while, clutching at any remaining hope of things being normal again one day. Some people tried to keep traditions going, tried to get some kind of Christmas cheer. But a majority didn’t care. Most had little to no family left to even celebrate with. And others just found it pointless now. Because what was worth celebrating when the entire world had completely fallen apart?

But you on the other hand? You loved it.

Thankfully Tess indulged you. Even if it was with a slightly grumpy face from time to time. She’d come to realise that living with you meant she’d have to get used to it. And quite frankly she’d do anything if it meant you’d be happy.

You liked finding excuses to be happy. Some way to just pretend things were normal, that you weren’t living in a shitty apartment. A place where you could only run the taps for 5 minutes each day before they shut off and no hot water was granted. Where food was rationed. Where you were a smuggler. A criminal. Where you could die any second of the damned day.

It offered you a momentary escape.

A day that you could play pretend. That you could go home to your girlfriend and daydream about a big Christmas meal, piles of presents, flashing lights and a bubble Bath filled with festive scented soaps.

Pretending was bad, Tess had told you before. People had gone mad pretending everything was okay when it wasn’t. But you decided one day a year was okay. And she let you have it.

Though this year your Christmas spirit was dwindling. It was hard to be excited for a holiday that basically didn’t exist anymore, especially when you were out in the snow hauling boxes off of FEDRA trucks all day. And the fact that Tess had been away for two days with Joel, trading with Bill and Frank to get shit to sell.

She always refused to let you go with her. It was a miracle she even let you sell if you were honest. She was far too over protective. She always faced the dilemma before she left of risking taking you with her, but also not liking when she had to leave you alone. But she decided you were much safer inside the walls than outside of them. So she told you to stay put.

You’d convince her to take you one day. Especially as you’d heard Frank ask after you multiple times over their radio conversations now, always telling Tess to bring you along. You’d wear her down soon enough.

“ alright! Done for the day! Get out of here. Curfews in an hour “ you stacked the last box of supplies with a huff, the FEDRA officer keeping a watch on your work detail telling you all you were done for the day. You wiped your forehead with the back of your hand, exhausted from hauling heavy boxes for hours.

Trucks had been coming in all day, boxes of supplies that moved between the QZs. You hated being assigned to that post, they assigned more officers to make sure people weren’t dipping their hands into the boxes for themselves. You didn’t like FEDRA in general, but being watched so closely all day was enough to put you on edge.

But at least you weren’t on body disposal you supposed. No job was as bad as that. You’d even take the sewer maintenance hours over taking a shift on body disposal. Joel took the job with so much ease it mildly concerned you. I’m a world where death was all around it was hard not to get used to it. But you didn’t think you’d ever be that at ease.

It started snowing as you headed to collect your ration cards, it made your mind drift to Christmas again. It never snowed back home, but Boston seemed to get a decent amount. You’d always dreamed of one of those movie white Christmases as a kid, it was just your luck that you’d get them when Christmas was barely a thing anymore.

You pulled your jacket tighter around yourself as you collected your cards and headed for your apartment. The snow also made you miss Tess more. She’d only been gone three days but it felt like two weeks. And on cold evenings all you wanted to do was crawl under your shitty blanket in bed and curl up with her for the night. You hoped she’d be back soon. She’d said three days max, so she should be home no later than the morning.

But you’d miss her even if she was gone an hour. So three days was hard. She was all you had. Well you guessed Joel too. But Tess was the closest thing you had to family now. You felt lonely when she was gone. The tiny apartment suddenly felt too big for one person, you couldn’t get to sleep without her arms looped around your waist.

You shoved your hands into your pockets, sniffling as your nose turned numb in the cold. You got the feeling you had some seasonal bug brewing in your sinuses, your nose growing ever stuffier throughout the day. You almost didnt mind though, if you were sick it’d give Tess an excuse to stay home with you for a few days.

And you deserved to have her doting on you for a while after making you stay back, sick or not.

By the time you stepped into your apartment building the snow was coming down in a steady flurry, snowflakes sticking to your eyelashes and hair, and a chill that felt as though it had permeated right through to your bones.

You trudged your way up to the third floor, tired and cold, ready to spend your evening making an extensive list on what Tess could do to make things up to you. Maybe drink yourself to sleep and wait to be woken up by her in the morning.

Only to be stopped in your tracks at the end of the hall.

Because there she was. Leaning back against the front door, arms folded and tapping her fingers in some odd rhythm.

Your annoyance and frustration vanished almost instantly.

She seemed to sense your presence at the top of the stairs and turned to look at you, a smile blooming on her face.

“ you took your fuckin time “ you couldn’t contain yourself, running down the corridor and straight into her waiting arms. Knocking into her with so much force she had to take a step back to steady herself, laughing as her arms wrapped around you “ missed me then? “

“ so much “ you sighed, pressing your face into her neck and relaxing yourself with the familiar scent of the soaps she always smuggled you back from Lincoln. The stuff FEDRA issued out smelt of nothing, it made you question if it really even was soap. But Tess always kept you both stocked with the nicer stuff. Vanilla and cherry and bubblegum. Whatever she could trade for with Bill and Frank.

“ Jesus fuck your nose is cold “ she said, her neck scrunching as your nose brushed against her skin.

“ it’s snowing what do you expect. Let’s go in I wanna get warm and I wanna know what you got up to “ you let yourself out of her embrace and reached for the door handle.

“ wait “ she said and planted herself between you and the door, not letting you turn the handle. You gave her a confused look and she smiled “ I have a surprise for you “ your face lit up in excitement and your mind ran with what it could possibly be.

“ what is it? Can I eat it? Can I wear it? Is it a new book? “

“ if I told you it’s not a fucking surprise is it “ she said with a laugh, a smile on her face that you were seeing less and less as the years went on. But you always managed to pull it out of her with ease “ now close your eyes “

“ really? Come on just let me see “ you said and reached for the handle again. She grabbed your hand before you could though, an eyebrow raised.

“ close. your. eyes “ you sighed but did as she said, practically bouncing on the spot with excitement. She usually brought you something nice back from her runs, but she never went to the theatrics of making you close your eyes. So you knew it had to be something good. Something special “ and keep them closed. I know what you’re fucking like. No peeking “ you smiled as you heard the door open and she moved behind you, hands over your eyes as she guided you inside.

“ you have no trust in me at all “

“ no, you’re just the most impatient woman I’ve ever come across. I’m taking precautions “ she left momentarily to shut the door, her keys clattering as she dropped them on the counter.

“ okay “ she said softly, her lips close to your ear “ when I say you can, open your eyes “ you nodded, excited to actually see what it was.

“ can I open now? “ you said after barely a second of waiting.

“ you have the patience of a 4 year old”

“ Tess “ you whined, only further proving her point.

“ oh- just. Wait. One second “ you didn’t know if she’d done it on purpose just to make you wait longer or not, you heard her fiddling around with something before she was back behind you again. She pressed her chest to your back, arms slinking around your waist, a gentle kiss falling onto your cheek before she spoke softly by your ear “ alright. Open your eyes “

You opened your eyes and gasped, your hand flying to your mouth in shock.

She had decorated your apartment for Christmas.

A short string of lights tacked on one wall, a seemingly handmade paper chain in green and red on the other. Tinsel and even a tiny tabletop Christmas tree to finish it off. All of that paired with the snow now coming down in a heavy flurry outside, was enough to make you forget where you were. Forgetting that outside the windows was a wall keeping you in the city, armed officers and somewhere past the walls people running around no longer in control of their minds.

Nothing but… peace.

“ oh Tess “ your eyes flooded with tears, complete and utter adoration for the woman behind you overwhelming you. The woman that had said she found Christmas pointless. That didn’t understand the hype. Yet had decorated your space because you loved Christmas. You liked the tinsel and the lights and the tree. The cheer. The safety. The love.

“ I do okay?“ she asked quietly. You turned around in her arms and held her face carefully in your hands. Her face twisted into concern at your tears and you quickly smiled to reassure her you weren’t even close to being sad. Not even remotely.

“ Tess “ she wiped away your tears with the backs of her fingers, tucking your hair away from your face “ it’s fuckin amazing “ her face softened, brow no longer furrowed and eyes swimming with adoration for you “ how’d you get all this stuff?”

“ Bill and Frank. Well. Mostly Frank. There’s a big homeware store in their town, he managed to find some stuff. And He made the garland thing “ she said nodding to the paper chain hanging on the wall “ he could only give me one lot of batteries for those light though without Bill noticing so. I don’t know how long they’re gonna last… Joel teased the shit out of me carrying back the bag filled with all this. The dick “ you laughed and could imagine the grumpy look on her face as she trudged back up to the QZ, Joel teasing her for being so sappy as to decorate for Christmas.

According to Tess Joel had teased her about you from the first day you’d met. Even more so as the years went on and Tess gained a reputation for herself, proving herself as someone tough. Brave. A woman that people were beginning to fear. Yet was as soft as the day he had met her when it came to you.

“ I can’t believe you did this “ she shrugged as if it were nothing, eyes watching you intently in the way she always did, always trying to read exactly what you were feeling.

“ you like Christmas “ she said it as if it were plainly obvious. That it was silly to assume she wouldn’t risk getting shot by leaving the QZ, trading things that you could sell or use to keep you alive, to get you a Christmas tree “ and you’ve been… down. Lately “

Any normal person would have traded for a new book, or a new shirt to cheer someone up these days. But not Tess. She’d always go above and beyond for you. She had noticed you were sad and had gone to the extreme to cheer you up “ oh and I don’t know if you noticed but… “ she nodded back towards the door and you couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face. A slightly faded, plastic bunch of mistletoe was stuck on the doorframe. It was hung slightly wonky with a strip of black electrical tape.

“ you. Are so fucking sappy when you want to be “ you said with a giggle, shaking your head.

“ yeah and if you tell a single person about it I’ll smother you in your sleep “ she said, trying and failing to suppress a smile.

“ aww there she is. Romantic as ever “ you teased, slipping your hand to the nape of her neck and pulling her in. You barely even managed to kiss her at first, both of you smiling far too much. But you melted into her, making up for the last few days you’d had to spend waking up alone.

Kissing her was always good, there was no denying that. You’d never met anyone that could make you melt the way she could. There was something about the way she could make your knees weak just with the light pressure of her fingertips guiding you, her lips so soft and subtle against your own. You were an absolute goner.

“ hey don’t get too carried away. I got something else for you “ she said with a small laugh, reluctantly pulling away from you. You opened your mouth to start guessing but she placed a finger to your lips “ ah. No. Don’t even bother guessing. Go sit down I’ll get it “ she spun you round by your shoulders and pushed you lightly towards the couch.

You walked over to the couch, hand trailing over the fairy lights hanging on the wall. They made the place seem a little more warm. Homely. You wondered if you’d be able to find someone trading batteries on the black market.

You sat down and watched her rummage around in her backpack before heading over to you with something wrapped up in brown paper.

“ technically it’s a re gift. Frank gave it to me. And told me you’d like it more. So... Merry Christmas “ you carefully opened the paper to reveal one of Franks paintings. You’d always been in complete awe of Franks work every time Tess brought you something back from one of her visits. He’d sent her back with numerous little painted postcards, always telling her to give them to you.

She clearly talked about you a lot whenever she went, you always wondered exactly what she said about you.

The painting in your hands was one of you and Tess.

“ he captured you good huh? He only had the one picture to go off but I think it looks good “ Tess kept a picture of you in her pocket wherever she went. A couple years back you’d traded an ungodly amount of stuff for an old Polaroid camera someone was selling on one of your trips to the back alleys of the QZ to sell your own shit. Only half the film actually worked and you’d managed to get 4 pictures out of it and that’s all.

Tess had hated it at first but had grown into liking the idea when she realised she could now have a photo of just you for herself. So she’d made you smile, snapped the picture and kept the picture in her pocket ever since.

“ it’s perfect “ you said through your tears, standing up and tacking it onto the wall beside the three other Polaroids the camera had given you. And the other little paintings from Frank.

She got up and stood behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist.

“ I’m glad you like it. I would’ve taken that picture of us but you’d have noticed it was missing. So he just made something up “ your eyes flicked between the painting to the photo and smiled.

It was one of those moments you could pretend again. Pretend that this shitty apartment was a real home. Where you hung pictures of you and your girlfriend, your friends. Where you decorated for Christmas.

“ I don’t have anything for you “ you said through your tears, turning in her arms before you made yourself cry even harder. She gave you a soft smile, thumbs brushing over your cheeks to swipe away the tears.

“ I’ve got you. I’m good “

“ that was so cheesy “ you said through a laugh, leaning forward to kiss her again.

“ do you want the last past of your Christmas present? “ she mumbled against your lips and you almost wanted to be angry with her, because you didn’t feel so deserving of so many incredible things

“ there’s more? “ she reached behind her, pulling something out from the back pocket of her jeans “ a cassette? “

“ you don’t wanna know the shit I had to trade Bill for this. He was in a really bad mood and this was his mothers or something I don’t fuckin know “ she took your hand and walked over to the radio, placing the cassette in and pressing play “ better work “ she mumbled after it stayed silent for a few moments.

Then the almost hauntingly beautiful voice of Bing Crosby filtered through the speaker, white Christmas softly filling the apartment. It was a little crackly, maybe because it was so old or because the radio was a bit shit. But it didn’t matter. It was Christmas music.

You didn’t even know what to say to her. You just wrapped your arms around her and leant your head against her chest, basking in the what felt like your first real slice of peace in forever.

You were home. You were safe. You were in your nice apartment in a bustling city, it was Christmas. The world was filled with love and joy.

You could pretend.

“ thank you “ you whispered “ thank you for everything “ she dropped a kiss to the top of your head, rubbing your back softly as you swayed gently to the music “ merry Christmas “ you whispered “ thank you for being the greatest gift I could ever receive in this shitty fucking world “

“ now who’s the sappy one? “ you could hear the smile in her voice as Frank Sinatra now played on the radio. And as much as the world was falling apart. For the first time in 11 years it actually felt like Christmas.

[lostloveletters]

yay sleepover weekend✨ do you have any woody/brady hcs💗

Hi yes! I need to mention @karasnonsense99 and @zaras-really-dreamless because some of this comes from the conversations I’ve had with them, so a million thanks🖤

HCs are under the cut! They're mostly post-war because that's what I've been working on for them recently.

Woody’s clingy. John’s the only person she really considers family besides Holly, and it’s not long before Holly’s back home in DC with Bucky. John’s not complaining, he doesn’t want to be without her for too long once they’re reunited after nearly two years apart. I don’t think they talk about it very much, at least he doesn’t bring it up, but there are times when he’s really glad she’s there to kind of physically ground him. A lot of late-night drives where Woody lets John just kind of have his space in the passenger seat while still knowing she’s there.

Woody doesn’t have a middle name, so her maiden name becomes her middle name, and that’s how they justify still introducing her as “Woody” to people even after her last name is no longer Woodward. She cringes a little every time someone calls her Kate. If they can't (or won't) call her Woody, Mrs. Brady is the next best choice, please. 

John knows from the start that Woody would never be a stay-at-home housewife type. He wouldn’t have married her if he had a problem with that. She works part-time as a mechanic, of course. The extra money definitely helps when they’re first starting out on their own and waiting for GI Bill stuff to kick in.

She’s not great at flirting, so she’s incredibly direct. He’s certainly not complaining about the ego boost but is exasperated at her complete disregard for subtlety sometimes, especially in public. She doesn’t see why it should be an issue because they’re married. He answers that yes, they are, but it’s peacetime and they’re stateside so they have to save it for when they’re back in the confines of their home.

Their house is older, three bedrooms but on the smaller side. I can see them with a lot of hand-me-down furniture from his relatives and “Hey, the trigonometry teacher said he’ll give us this couch he’s getting rid of if you see what’s wrong with his car.” Probably an old-school white Jesus painting somewhere on the wall, likely a housewarming gift from his mother. Always a little messy and kinda cramped, especially as time goes on and they have more kids (6-ish people sharing a full bathroom and half bath type of deal), but it’s very lived in and a comforting place to be.

Woody takes it upon herself to fix things around the house (she’s good at it, but she also has a bit of a complex about feeling like she’s not bringing much to their relationship. He never makes her feel that way, but her internal monologue isn’t always the nicest to her). So she’s on the roof. She probably has no business being on the roof. Somehow she talked John into holding the ladder for her, and he regrets it as soon as she’s up there, yelling to him about finding where rainwater’s leaking in from and replacing shingles.

They wait two or three years to have kids. It's not that Woody doesn't want to, but she's scared whatever made her parents not care about her might somehow be in her, too (it's not, her parents were just shitty, selfish people). John's over the moon when she tells him she thinks she's finally ready. It doesn't take long at all for her to get pregnant when they're actually trying.

Their first child is a daughter named Samantha (Sammy for short!) and they’re extremely lucky she’s a good kid because they have the hardest time saying “no” to her. John will tell her to go to her room and then she looks at him like 🥺🥺🥺 and he’s all “Wait, I didn’t mean it.” He takes it personally when Sammy says she's a big girl and doesn’t need story time before bed. Woody finds him listening to moody jazz under like a single lamp with a drink in his hand, lamenting Sammy’s growing up too fast (she’s five). 

Sammy’s an only child for a while, until she’s about school age and suddenly John and Woody are having a little bit of an emotional crisis and impulsively start trying for another kid. They have the rest of their kids in pretty quick succession after that, so there’s 5 or 6 years between Sammy and her next sibling, while the rest have maybe a year or so between them. There are no favorite children, except Sammy’s secretly John’s favorite. Don’t tell anyone.

[pandaimitator]

I wrote an effin' novel. It's silly, it's smack full of gratuitous sex, poorly penned pulp, tropefilled drama, or me just taking the piss. But I wrote it, and ain't that something.

And I learned so much in writing it. Not just about writing, like the necessity of world building: about creating pacing by describing the scene around the characters and insodoing letting both them and the reader breathe; but also actual historical facts. Things that I thought I knew, but realized I had only the most superficial understanding of. I did so much research. I bounced ideas off of anyone and everyone, until they felt right to me.

And there's a piece of me in it. Heck, its full of little pieces of me, of scenes where I went "this sounds like a really shitty thing to do, why would they do that to their friend?" until I realized that was absolutely something I would have done, or said, or at least thought about doing, in my youth, because you know: life isn't full of Mary Sues. It's full of people trying to be funny at someone else's expence to impress someone they look up to, or people getting a bit too drunk and sharing and intimate secret, or people flirting with the wrong person and living to regret it. And you move on; you shrug your shoulders because, what the heck, who's perfect anyhow? And there are worse things going on and when push comes to shove, it's good to have someone to share the good and the bad times with.

As far as I know there are only two people in the world who has read the whole thing, since friends and family gave up after the first chapter - not because it was too poorly written, but because life gets in the way. One person who came back and commented on each chapter, and I honestly don't know if I would have finished it without that person. Another person posted a ten raving paragraphs essay of a comment just as I was about to start wrapping up, sparking a new arch which tied the whole story together. And I have no idea who they are, but they were there for the good and the bad, for the angst, the hurt, the comfort, the explicit, and they even laughed at my attempts at jokes. And ain't that something.

And finally wrapping up the whole thing, I look back at it with a certain pride. There are parts that didn't turn out that well. There are archs that I just abandoned because they didn't serve the story. There are silly word choices, that I only found out later are tropes that people mock. But there is also actual character development. There is the fleshing out and making sense of the original super hero, bringing together his duality of Beast and Lord. Letting him experience a crisis of identity to come out the other end, as a man wholly himself. And there is a tying up of loose ends that actually is kind of amazing, if I may say so myself. Where certain images are used as forshadowing many chapters before they come to fruition, in a way that is, I'm proud to say, really quite skillfully executed.

I wrote it for myself, and while there are parts that still haunt me, I just love it to bits. I go back and read chapters again amazed that I wrote this? My burned out, aneamic and brain fatigued mind cooked this shit up?

Ain't that something.

[khayalli]

How do you art. My ability has left me and a block has taken its place

(This is my second time trying to do this, tumblr I will blow you up PERSONALLY)

First off I am giving the biggest hugs!!! Art blocks suck and I'm sorry to hear that it's bringing you down :(

I think the best thing to do is figure out what's causing your artblock. Everything I'm about to ramble about is personal experience so if it doesn't apply throw me another ask or DM! I'm always happy to talk to people!

In my experience, artblock usually comes from a very mental place. Creative have a bad habit of equating their worth to what they create/the quality of what they create.

You are more than content!!! Your art is a wonderful thing about you, but it's not your entire worth as a person. So if you fail, or you suck, that doesn't mean that you as a person fail/suck. So if that's in your noggin, start niggling that little bitch out. Yeet it into the sun!!!!! She's useless and adds nothing to the conversation!!!!!!!!

Don't be afraid to create bad art, either. I can't express to you how many aborted files I have in my folder because I thought "it's not good enough. Scrap it"

But my biggest leaps of progress come from me being like "this sucks, but I'm going to finish it anyway" you learn WAY more with bad art than you will with good. Analyse and deconstruct after you've finished creating, not during. Have fun while you're doing it. Fuck around and find out. Get manic with it. Cackle into the abyss. Create with the joy of a 5 year old that has no idea what notes/reblogs are and just loves this silly purple guy.

Ability fluctuates as your eyes get better at spotting what's good/bad. Your art probably isn't bad. Your eyes are just much keener now at picking these things up! Your hands just haven't gotten the memo yet.

SO! Here are some actionable ways you can break art block, or at least create a little bit:

Make art that sucks and learn to be uncomfortable with it. Find joy in shitty art. I'm a lot happier now that I do this!

Finish it or post it anyway!

Speak to your creative friends, or fandom friends! A lot of my inspo comes from them because they inspire me all the time. Bouncing ideas off eachother helps a lot with idea generation, and staying excited about it.

Prompt generators and those expression memes! They take the thinking part out and you can concentrate on just drawing

Art trades, or even collaborations! Having someone else there always adds more motivation

Pose studies, a lot of my stuff is just pose studies that I warped into hot turtle men. It's another one where I don't have to think, just create.

Writing down those ideas you get at 3am so that when you're stuck you can go look at a list

I hope this helps a little. This sort of thing is hard to deal with, and I understand how frustrating it is when you want to draw but you just can't seem to (I went a year without picking up a pen, shudders). I promise that with gentle effort and genuine kindness to yourself, it can get better! I'm rooting for you!!!

(Sorry for how much I rambled on, this is something I'm very passionate about and in the trenches with also)

[foxytonic]

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Howdy! I'm Jay! (she/they, 29, genderfluid, bisexual) This is my main blog, where you'll find fandom content, shiny rocks, spooky shit, funny stories (usually by other people), and whatever else catches my fancy. I run a shit-ton of RP blogs, but only a few of them are active at any given time. I also have a writing blog and an RP meme blog that I occasionally update. Outside of Tumblr, I have a full time job at a fast food joint (hate with a burning passion), and I play a lot of Dungeons & Dragons (love!!!), and I try to just live my life. I'm a disabled punk who's really tired of living in a Red State, but can't bring myself to leave because this is my home, and there are still plenty of good things about it, like roadrunners, armadillos, cacti, cave systems, and prairies! Wish I could get out and see more of it.

Some guidelines for following/interacting with me:

No bigotry of any kind. That means no racism, no homophobia, no antisemitism or religious discrimination, no TERF or radfem bullshit, no man-hater nonsense (even from so-called feminists), and no sexism. Don't like, don't follow. You whine about it, you get blocked instantly. I will not suffer hateful fools!

If you regularly post about politics, US or otherwise, please tag it. Same with the wars in Gaza and Ukraine. It's not that I don't care! I think it's shitty what's happening over there, and the fact that America is on the wrong side in what is essentially World War III is fucking disgusting, but I do not have the funds or mental capacity to donate to every fundraiser that shows up on my dash, and seeing people suffering and feeling guilty for not being able to help has made my depression a lot worse over the past year. This is the reason why I've shut off my inbox.

That being said, if you have questions or want to chat, my DMs are always open! It might take me hours to respond because of my work schedule, but I will at least try. I am a very awkward and shy person. It takes me a bit to start coming out of my shell, and even then, I tend to be a social chameleon, matching the energy and interests of those around me. It is extremely difficult for me to truly be myself around someone else. Please be patient with me.

I do have Discord! If you want it, you can always DM me, but I admit that it's no longer my preferred method of contact, unless you want to voice chat. I'll join a server if I'm invited to one that interests me, but I won't always be active. Something about large groups of people being intimidating even on the internet!

As I said, I run way too many RP blogs, and I'll list the active ones below, but if you want to play with them, either shoot me a DM or send in a starter or five. I'm not exclusive, but I do tend to follow my partners back. I'm fine with playing with Anons, too!

Active RP Blogs

@quaintnecromancer - Arguably my most active blog! Jett is my necromancer OC, and definitely my current favorite character to play.

@haunted-ex-rocket - My newest blog! Averis is a Pokémon OC based on my Pokémon GO! avatar, a rakish Ghost-type trainer from Kanto who used to work for Team Rocket but defected when he stumbled upon the Giovanni-funded Mewtwo Project.

@cursedphoenix - Another of my favorite OCs! Tancred is a witch who was afflicted with a sleeping curse after losing a duel to his evil mother. Over three hundred years later, he woke up, and is still trying to adjust to the modern world after decades of living in it. I used to write both him and Jett over on @covenunited , but that blog is no longer active due to loss of muse.

@feathers-n-fangs - Griffin is my vampire/warlock OC, and I love him a lot! He also has a Pokémon AU, among others.

@mage-of-black-robes - my Raistlin Majere RP blog!!! Heavily influenced by the Russian musical The Last Trial, but he also has a ton of AUs.

I’ll try to add more blogs to this list as I gain muse for them, but I make no guarantees.

[thesupreme316]

What It’s Like To Date Daniel Garcia (in my mind): Daniel Garcia X Reader

Genre: Fluffy headcanon

Summary: A glimpse of dating Daniel Garcia

Word Count: 641

Supreme Speaks: I realized despite this man still being a love in my life, I have not written about him. Also my day has been shitty so I decided to post this for cheering up. And as always my requests and inbox are open to all. I hope everyone is doing well and remember you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: none really…I *tried to* used gender neutral terms in here to appeal to everyone, not proofread

Taglist: @princess00wifi @wwenhlimagines @triscillal @diabloguapos @hooks-martin @sheinthatfandom

I think most people think Daniel as a very serious person (who is quite cold and stoic)

BUT HELL NAW THAT LITTLE CAT IS EVERYTHING BUT THAT

Danny is a goofy bf, I can just see it

If y’all seen any Isiah Kassidy or BTE vlogs, then you know how funny this man can be

He would try to make you laugh under any circumstances

You: Danny, what are you doing?

Daniel: *dancing with a water bottle as his mic* THe ThINgS I WannA dO TO yOu BENd me OVER-

The man is a switch I tell you

I feel like he would call you cute nicknames like Babe and Baby

But he would also call you (playfully ofc) loser

He is a menace as he constantly (playfully i emphasize) calls you out

ALSO if you seen any vlogs featuring him, you would know he’s down for anything

Wanna go prank the boys? He’s ready

You wanna drive around at 2 AM? He’s already warming up the car

Speaking of the vlogs, he would just constantly bring you up with a smirk ironically

 “Well you know, my significant other is very talented in that area ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)”

I personally think you, Isiah, and Daniel would be a trio of bffs

But Daniel would also be very protective of you

I feel like he would warn the person at first like “I don’t think you wanna talk to them like that. So correct yourself and try again” (man’s from New York)

And then he would whoop their ass while saying what’s up repeatedly (again man’s from New York)

Since he does have to wear matching outfits with the JAS often (ew), he rarely matches clothes with you (nothing against you it’s just that he wants his own outfit)

“Okay, so I saw this outfit earlier-“

“Can we wear that on Friday? I’m already matching with Jericho tomorrow”

But I do see him wearing your accessories like necklaces or scrunchies on his wrist while you wear his clothing

I can see this man loving PDA

Like anywhere from kisses and hugs to ass slaps and putting each other’s hands in pockets

To the point where y’all put S**my and Tay to shame

Also y’all would just lightheartedly roast each other on twitter (whether you’re a wrestler or not)

Just constantly funny bickering that gets other wrestlers invested and taking sides

Would not play wrestle with you….it would be a war that would go into a pillow fight with him commentating on it

“And the Dragon Slayer goes in for an uppercut but is cut off by an ass shot to the face??”

Goes sneaker shopping with and for you

Would bring you back at least two pairs of shoes

Although he wouldn’t really wear that many matching outfits, he would match y’all sneakers any day

Blasts Kpop any time of day and expects you to try to sing along

On the other side, I believe people forget that Daniel is very sweet

Dates would be anywhere, anytime no matter what

HE WOULD BE THAT BOYFRIEND THAT MAKES YOU PLAYLISTS OMG

Know you like the back of his hand, can answer questions about you within seconds

He would do anything to see you smile

He would also try to comfort you if anything is wrong

Like full-on “shut-everything-out and all his focus is on you” kind of focus

On his list of priorities, you will always be number one

Overall, Daniel Garcia would be that boyfriend who would not be afraid to show you all sides of him

[rose-of-the-grave]

In The Mountains

Pairing: Lily x James

Modern AU

Ok, so I'm sorry about how late this is. I was on vacation. I had planned for this to be posted on my birthday but here it is a day late. Technically it's still my b-day tho since I never actually went to bed. Anyway, here's part 2 of The Pact, hope you enjoy! I'm the author (please don't repost) <3

Masterlist Series Masterlist Part 1 Read on Ao3

Warnings: idk none?, lying, one bed trope, fake dating, cheek kiss, shitty editing

Word Count: 1,959

Description: Now that the group is in the mountains things are about to get more complicated for lily and james' fake dating scheme.

Taglist: @sylveryfire

“So, you and James?”

“What about me and James?” Lily responded. She and Remus were shelving books in the back.

“How come you didn’t tell me you were together?”

Looking over her shoulder she was able to get a better read on his face. Remus was good at hiding his emotions but it was clear that he felt hurt that his friend hadn’t told him that she was dating his other friend.

Lily shrugged. “I wasn’t sure how to bring it up and I honestly didn’t think it would last. I’ve hated him for so long that, even though I decided to give him a second chance, I think that, deep down, I was still convinced that I wouldn’t be able to like him.”

“Fair enough, I suppose. But why now?”

“I don’t know. I mean, I mainly hated him because, well, you know.” She grimaced. “I suppose I kind of forgot how well we got on before. We were hanging out and he said something funny that made me laugh. I forgot how easily he could make me laugh. He convinced me to give him another shot and here we are.”

He nodded.

“Hey, do you know where Lily is?” A voice asked from up front. A voice that Lily knew well. James.

“She’s in the back. I can go get her?” The cashier, Nolan, replied.

Lily put the book that she had just grabbed back on the cart.

“No need, Nolan. I’m right here.” She smiled through gritted teeth. What was he doing here?

Remembering a bit belatedly that she needed to act as if he were her boyfriend and that it was completely normal for him to come to see her, Lily walked up to him and wrapped him in a hug. She hissed into his ear, “What on earth are you doing here?”

“Just paying a visit to my girlfriend.” He whispered back before pulling away. “Hey, Rem.”

Lily turned to see Remus standing next to one of the shelves. He must have followed her.

“Hey, James.”

They all sort of stood there awkwardly for a moment longer than considered normal.

“Well,” James started. “I just came by too say hi. Oh! And to give you this.” He handed Lily a cup. “I got you coffee.”

Staring at him, bewildered, she wrapped hand around the cup and thanked him.

“You really didn’t need to.”

“It wasn’t a problem, just wanted to treat my girlfriend. There anything wrong with that?” His eyebrow popped up, almost daring her to call it all off.

“No! No. Of course not!” Bringing the cup to her lips she took a sip. It was made just the way she liked it but she didn’t give it a thought. It must have been just a lucky guess.

“Well then, I’m off. Need to get back to work. Bye Rem!” Remus waved. James turned to look at the red-haired girl next to him. “Bye, Lily.” He kissed her cheek causing her to jump a little.

Unfortunately, her reaction did not go unnoticed. James turned and walked out, the bell on the door chiming.

Taking yet another long sip, Lily dared to look up into her friend’s face. He made a face as if to say “well?”

“I’m just not used to him doing that when other people are around.” Lily assured him nervously. Surely he could her how her voice trembled and her heart raced. Surely he could see right through her. With every second that passed she became more and more sure that he had realized that she was lying and was about to call her out on it. Then, he simply nodded and wandered back to where they had been working earlier.

It looked as if they had gotten away with it. At least for now.

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James: Hey, can we talk?

Lily stared at her phone.

Lily: Sure.

James: It might be for the best if we just called this off.

Lily: Why?

James: Do I really need to answer that? When I kissed your cheek earlier you almost died of fright. If we can’t make it look like we’re actually together then we’re doomed. We might as well just call it off now.

Lily: Ok, first of all, it wasn’t that bad. Second, Remus isn’t at all suspicious, I told him that it was still really new for us to be public about our relationship. We can do this! Besides, it’s only for a little while longer.

James: Are you sure? It’s not too late.

Lily: Yes, I���m sure. And it is too late, you and I both know that.

James: True. Sirius would never let me live it down.

Lily: Exactly. We just need to get through this trip then it’ll all be over.

James: Ok, but only if you’re absolutely sure.

Lily: I am.

James: *insert thumbs up emoji*

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"I call shotgun!"

"No fair!"

"Come on, his girlfriend's driving, at least let him have shotgun." Marlene told Sirius. He pouted but relented, climbing into the backseat next to Remus who had already started reading a book.

Great, not only was Lily driving for several hours but she would have to endure James' terrible taste in music. If it weren't for this crazy idea of hers she could protest but both of them needed to convince their friends that they were actually dating.

At work Remus had been asking a lot of questions and Marlene had already said she was willing to room with Alice and Dorcas, her friend from work. Remus and Sirius were sharing as well. This left Lily and James in the third room together.

The last few days hadn't been too bad, everyone was so busy packing that they hadn't been paying them attention. James had stopped by at the store a couple times with baked treats and hot chocolate. He would kiss her on the cheek before heading out.

It had been odd at first, the very first time he had leaned in to brush a kiss against her cheek she had nearly jumped out of her skin. When Remus had questioned it she had brushed off his suspicion, telling him that she was not used to being public about her relationship with James. Her explanation had allayed his suspicions for now but he was sure to think something was up if she continued like that.

The next few times he had stopped by, James had texted ahead of time. Sirius, she hadn’t even seen recently. Marlene had tried to get all of the details out of her but had quickly become distracted with telling Lily about her own relationship woes. Alice was busy taking care of her son who had been sick for a day or so. Thankfully he had made a quick recovery or else she wouldn’t have even been able to come on this trip. She desperately needed a break. None of them had had enough time to fully scrutinize her and James’ supposed relationship.

Now all seven of them were going to be trapped in the same vehicle for six hours. This was going to be torture.

With everyone and their bags in the car Lily waited for everyone to fasten their seat belts before backing out of the driveway. She wove her way through the neighborhood until she got to the freeway exit. Accelerating to freeway speed, she merged on.

Needless to say, the next few hours were excruciating. The events followed a pattern that repeated endlessly. Sirius would get bored and start distracting Remus. When Remus said that he wanted to finish the chapter Sirius would then shift his focus to Marlene. The two of them would eventually wrap Dorcas into their conversation. It would inevitably turn into an argument leading them all to declare that they were not speaking to each other. Alice, everybody left alone. The moment the car started moving she was out of it. All of this occurred a total of three times, all with a soundtrack provided by James. Most of it was whatever was on the radio. He seemed to have developed a knack for finding a station playing the same songs over and over and over. Every time Lily asked him to change the station he would simply turn the volume up a little.

After a few hours of driving she pulled off, thankful that she could finally change seats and maybe borrow Dorcas’ noise-canceling headphones. Once everybody had rearranged themselves, Lily pulled out a book.

She felt a sharp elbow against her rib cage. Putting a bookmark in between the pages she had just been reading she looked over.

“Look outside!”Alice said, excitedly.

Turning to look out the window she was met with the most beautiful sight. The hill they were driving up had been cleared but along the sides were piles of snow. They hadn’t gotten snow yet in the city because of the altitude but the mountains had clearly gotten plenty. 

As the car pulled into a driveway Lily was stunned by the cabin. She had never been before, this was usually a trip that she had had to miss because she was visiting her family. This year however Petunia had flat out said she didn’t want her there. Their parents had both passed away in the past few years so Lily mainly went to see her sister, her self-important brother-in-law, and her nephew.

Now that Lily could finally see the cabin with her own eyes she was stunned by how big it was. Everybody got out of the car and she could feel the snow softly falling onto her face. Spinning in the snow, she laughed, facing upwards into the cool gray of the sky. Around her she could hear the sounds of her friends grabbing their things and rushing into the warmth of the cabin.

“Here.”

She looked over at James who was holding her suitcase out for her to grab.

“Thanks.”

James grabbed his things and slammed the door shut. Together they walked up the steps, carefully so they wouldn’t slip and fall. When Lily stepped into the cabin she exclaimed at how gorgeous it was. The entryway was wide and open with high ceilings. She continued onward into the kitchen which opened into the living room. The far wall was almost entirely made up of windows that had a stunning view of the snow-capped mountains that they would no doubt be skiing on later.

Lily followed the sounds of laughter up a staircase that she hadn’t seen earlier. Peeking into the bedrooms she eventually reached the end of the hallway where the final, and empty, bedroom was. Twisting the doorknob she opened the door into a large room that had a bed. One, single, massive bed.

“Shit.”

“What?” James asked from behind her.

“There’s only one bed.”

“Seriously?” He shoved past her enough to get a look at the room and there it was, sure enough, one bed.

“I’ll go ask Sirius if his family have any air mattresses lying around.” Lily moved to leave but James halted her with a hand on her arm.

“No, wait. If you ask that they’ll ask why we can’t just sleep in the same bed. After all, we are dating and it is a big bed. We could probably sleep without even knowing the other person was there.”

Lily sighed, but accepted the futility of her situation. Now her only thought was of going to bed next to James. Sure, she’d seen him in a bathing suit before but this was different. There was something infinitely more intimate about sleeping in the same bed as someone than being in a pool together.

At that very moment, a similar thought occurred to James.

Shit. He was fucked.

Part 3>>

[lost-technology]

Since I saw some supplemental materials posted on a reblog browsing a blog and it's from a name that's blocked me... I'm again wondering "Why has this person blocked me???" Okay, there is someone in this fandom (not putting a name up here because I don't want to put them on the spot) who seems to know an awful lot about what Studio Orange is doing, they post a lot of concept-art. I don't know where they get it from - if they go to cons and snap photos of panels or if they do deep-dive searches or if the show bible is available in their country (they appear to be Russian or Russian-speaking while also English-speaking?) and it's stuff we don't get in the U.S.A. wherever it is gotten from, or where they are getting it from, but I do see their stuff reblogged from time to time on other people's blogs. It's the only way I can see it. I can't see this stuff even going to the Trigun tag because they have me blocked - and not just my Trigun-related sideblogs, but my main blog as well. (I do not know if this is because I listed my main blog somewhere or if I've mentioned my Trigun blogs on my main blog and have put stuff in the Trigun tag there before). Anyway, the fact that they have my main blocked and both of my Trigun blogs (I've found out when I've tried to reblog from them in the past and gotten a red-code and I can easily see who has blocked me if I go to replies and go to the drop-down on replies if they have an open reply-box) makes me think "Wow, this person must really hate me." - I haven't the foggiest idea why, either. I don't know what I said on any of my blogs to offend. I have to wonder if they were an OG fan back in "the day" who remembers me before I got medication and therapy / whacked over the head by life and was an objectively much shittier person (at least I hope I'm a much less shitty person today). Maybe there was a misunderstanding? Maybe I annoyed one of their friends? Gheez, I wonder if there's a callout post about me somewhere... (if so, if anyone has seen such, I'd like a chance to clear things up. Maybe a lot of untruth has been said about me. Maybe some things that were true but aren't anymore. Maybe some things stand, but if so, I'd like to be able to know, acknowledge and address). Then again, maybe I'm just banhammered because I am openly an older fan and some people think everyone over 30 should not be in fandom of any kind. Who knows? (My hyper-paranoia makes me worry "Are they on the Orange production crew to bring out all this info that they do every now and again? Did I somehow offend someone who works on the project? Am I even ALLOWED to be a fan? But then I take another look at what posts on reblogs I do see that has them theorizing and guessing as much as everyone else does, which means that they probably aren't and are just...somehow getting some concept-art). Bottom line: I want to know where to access this concept-art and translations of story-theory independent of tumblr and the occasional coming across it on tumblr. I don't want to be kept in the dark until I'm curiosity-browsing someone's art-blog and I see a reblog from "Oh, person whose blog is a Ghost Blog to me for reasons unknown." (Anyway, um, fuck you, too, buddy?)

[kaliemary]

Charlie M. the princess of hell

Ok I had her finished some days ago but for some reason I didn't posted them - probably because I forgot about it - she was a little difficult to make - not so difficult than alastor because no one can be as difficult as that bitch 1 eyed radio-deer - especially because I wanted to maker her a little different from the rest.

 Also I should've already made a post or put in my other redesigns but my rewrite I will be going in a different path for the story since the rewrite is not an "I will make hazbin hotel better because vivizepop made it shitty" but an "what if was me that maded hazbin hotel" is just for made it clear of the why I changed Charlie, and probably other character, so much.

In here charlie is litterally a Doll demon, made by Lucifer as a present and symbol of the love of lilith and him, the way she grew, from a child at her current form was close from I think emily from the fnaf books, where she was a robot and her dad had made each stage of a normal human growing but instead of wires and cables she is made from a resistent unamed material and MAGIC~

Since I wanted to make her have more apple theme I made her hair green and she now have a paint job that looks like guess what? exactly! an apple.

I tried to make her style a little bit more regal since I changed charlie's personality a LOT, not because her personality is not interesting or anything, is the way that they maded her a little childish sometimes and I understand that the point of her character is to be a subversion of a person would think of a princess of hell but still it bugged me sometimes, idk how to explain exactly.

So she is a more serious person (doll?) since she know that hell is not a easy child's play, but still she's worried by her people, worried just like her mother, she takes pride for understanding everything about anything, well almost because the only thing that she will never understand are fellings and because of that every time someone mentions that she don't understand everything, she will prove them wrong, after all she need is perfect.

And the reason that she re-opended the Hotel is because of this said pride, a long time ago when Lucifer was hoping that heaven would at least make a expection for second chances with their favorite creation, since he has still with the naive mentality, so he made the "Happy Hotel" but Heaven didn't give them a second chance so he just scrapped the ideia and put in his failed project gabinet, that is until millenias later Charlie found the archives of it and she bring it to her father asking about it, since she liked to know what Lucifer did or was doing in his work shop even if the failed projetcs, she was interested to know the why so she would never do this mistakes that the other projects did and sometimes she make the failed projects a sucessfull one.

so when lucifer said that the project was just a "unfixable project" she take that as a challeng and started the hotel to prove her dad wrong.

and Vaggie with razzle and dazzle is there to make sure that this come true.

some silly little fun facts about this Charlie:

+ she can change her form and she have a wardrobe full of pieces, just like G3 frankie, rangin from hands, to eyes, to whole heads and so on, she normally don't change that much only if she visiting other rings. + she and Lucifer tend to give apple/duck related pet names, Lucifer more than Charlie because she don't open up so easily but still. + she call Vaggie "Crispin" (the name of the green apple) or when she is trying to be more romantic "The light I would go wihout second trought" + she makes silly little fanfics about her and Vaggie (her gf), like what they woul be like if they're in a fairytale or a mafia romantic novel at night. + she likes to sometimes to buy some snacks on cannibal town. she have a WHOLE ROOM with plushies and all kinds of cute/comforting stuff just for her, sometimes she brings Vaggie when she's sad because Charlie dosen't know what to do.

Divider by @astralnymphh.

[frostypoppy]

opinions on blossutch,,, thoughts, headcanons, or maybe you hate it now idk.

This is going to be a long post because there are so, so, so, so many thoughts I have on Blossutch. I think about them, at least, once a day, to keep me sane.

Blossom has always been my favorite puff. There's something about A-Type characters and me, we just jam together. Butch, on the other hand, grew on me so freaking much when writing and expanding on what his character can be. He's a crackle of energy and lives in the moment and is kind of all over the place, but he just wants to make whatever he's doing fun for himself and those around him. The dude is observant and better at understanding people than you may think.

This is kind of where I like to find their balance. Butch brings a needed spontaneous nature into Blossom's by-the-books life. She helps him want to get organized, or at least, motivates him to figure shit out and have a direction to whatever he pleases. She thinks analytically, he thinks with emotions; they see both sides of things and learn together. Blossom, let's face it, is a perfectionist, it's her fatal flaw, but Butch is a person who's okay with failing and trying again. Seeing that from the person she admires dearly, eases her fears and it's what allows her to feel the most comfortable with Butch. Blossom is the one person who takes Butch seriously when no one has, and he's pretty sure she's the first person to ever turn to him for advice or acknowledge his intellect. He's loud and obnoxious and outgoing, he's absolutely ridiculous to be with, but he's also the person Blossom has laughed the hardest with and why she's more willing to put herself out there and open up to people. And with Blossom, Butch finds the beauty of what can be said in the silence.

As far as head canons:

Growing up, Blossom didn't think much of Butch other than twitchy ruff, and for Butch, she was girl Brick. They don't really interact beyond puff/ruff feuding and school bump-ins, until later in high school when they're assigned as lab partners and from it, a budding friendship into best friends that doesn't take a turn until their mid-twenties.

Blossom is the big spoon. Always.

They're the kind of couple whose favorite thing is just to be with each other. They could be waiting at the DMV for hours, or suffering from food poisoning, but if it's together, it was the best day. This also makes them the worst couple to invite places. Because if you invite one, you best believe the other will be there, and they kind of will do their own thing. This isn't a diss or intentional, it's just they have the most fun when with each other.

Shouldn't be surprising, but they are THAT couple when it comes to PDA. Butch is a touchy, puppy dog kind of a guy, and Blossom has come to understand and accept his need for physical touch. Besides, he's hot and she's allowed to make out with him whenever she so pleases.

They are terrible sleepers. Butch has too much energy to get more than two-three hours if he's lucky. Blossom, either overworks herself or her mind overthinks. This leads to them having a lot of late-night hang-outs/dates at the start of things, and when they do move in together, they find it a bit easier to sleep until an acceptable five to six hours.

They have the worst taste in media consumption. Their watchlist consists solely of whatever is ranked low on IMDb, and probably the reason that one shitty show you swear no one watches got renewed. The same goes for Blossom's choice in non-academic reading. Any of those terrible romantasy books you've heard about, she's torn through it with highlighted passages and colored sticky tabs on all the cringy dialogue/plot holes/questionable smut. She rants to Butch about them often, and sometimes, he'll quote something to see if she notices (primarily the spicy stuff). 97% of the time she catches it, and 3% of the time she's embarrassed a line worked on her.

Butch buys her flowers every other week just before the last bouquet is about to die.

Butch is and will always be ACAB, and he is strongly against any superhero organization. He gets Blossom and her sisters are genuinely trying to make a difference and help people, but superheroing sometimes involves collaborating with cops. Unless there's an attempt of assault or murder, Butch won't get involved even if it's happening right in front of them. This tends to be their biggest disagreement because Blossom understands his personal grievances and she agrees to a point with him, but she does wish he'd helped out when a robbery or monster attack derailed their date night.

Before they even got together, they were relationship people. Blossom's past ones were known to have at least a two-year minimum, and Butch had a hard time entertaining anything if he wasn't committed due to his quickness of boredom.

Blossom's humor is saltine-cracker dry and her jokes are often taken as rude because not a lot of people realize she's attempting a joke, they don't even think she's capable of telling one. But ask Butch, and he'll tell anyone willing to listen she's the funniest person he's ever met.

While I'm a color-crack shipper first, I do love other ships (brickercup, the blues, bubbles and/or boomer having a queer relationship with a normie), and I like to think of Blossutch as the constant. There has to be a time of wacky hijanks that lead to them and the others breaking into the multiverse later in life, and while their siblings are disgusted/perplexed by whoever is paired differently with them, Blossom and Butch are together in every alternative timeline they are shown.

Okay, okay. I think that's more than enough. Before I go, I wanted to say thank you for this ask. I've been putting off a Blossutch project I have planned for a summer release (hence why I think about them daily) and this definitely got the ol' brain working in the right direction. Hope this was something worth reading, lol.