#canon pro-300

[mdeanstrauss]

Meta: Take the shot and print the shot... the bloom of a Tulip Tree...

[castielsprostate]

cheating on my printer by secretly going out to shops to look at new printers. i come home and i am assaulted by paper and getting strangled by an electrical cord and the tiny paper cuts all over my body make me bleed out. my blood is siphoned into a magenta ink cartridge

[lightseoul]

REVENGE (KEEP US TOGETHER) (1.9k)

a/n. this bkg lives rent-free in my mind. i had scenes and interactions that i wanted to insert in this scenario, but i think i blacked out 300 words in and bakugou and y/n just took the reins from there. anyway, i hope y'all enjoy this one!

c.w. pro-hero!katsuki, aged up (~26), mentions of injuries, mentions of canon-typical violence

the first thing that registers in your mind the moment your eyes flutter (creak) open is that the ceiling looks unfamiliar.

the second thing is that everything hurts like a motherfucking bitch.

but apparently being in a wholly foreign place is enough to trigger the metaphorical alarms in your head, at least enough for you to still muster the strength and presence of mind to scan the area—first, the space on your right—despite the way your body’s practically screaming at you.

what immediately catches your attention is your right arm. it’s nowhere in sight, but you can still vaguely recognize it being attached to the rest of your torso. it takes you a second to realize it’s elevated and wrapped in a thick, white cast, and the moment you do, another wave of pain courses through you, and you find yourself gritting your teeth in its wake.

a few feet behind your heavily bandaged arm seem to be two doors, one of which you think is the entrance to this dimly lit room, the other probably leading to a comfort room.

and, if all of these aren’t indicators enough, the faint beeping sound echoing across the small area gives you the definitive answer that yes, this is a hospital and yes, you are on a fucking hospital bed.

how the fuck did you end up here?

stifling a groan, you attempt to turn your head to the left to examine the other half of the room.

and that’s when you see it.

you freeze—not because the minuscule movement is causing a nauseating throbbing in your frontal lobe—but because you see it.

the all-too-familiar, unruly ash-blonde spikes that can belong to only one person.

from where you lay flat on top of the increasingly uncomfortable bed, you can barely see his forehead, but there’s no denying it.

even more so when the person speaks up.

“you’re awake.”

upon hearing his gruff voice, your stomach instantly drops in dread, so much so that it physically hurts, and you’re starting to think that maybe you’re bleeding internally, too, and that in the midst of whatever happened to you, you hurt your organs as well.

when he says your name in question a few beats later, you make no move to respond, but deep down you know you can’t just close your eyes and pretend you’re asleep again to avoid regarding him entirely.

he literally saw you moving just now.

and so you try to sit up, at least for a whole millisecond, because a pulse of pain shoots through the entirety of your body, and you can’t help the wrangled moan that tumbles out of your lips at the scalding sensation. you barely see him through your half-lidded eyes, but the man jumps up on his feet, finally coming into full view.

bakugou, who’s decked out in full hero gear is looking uncharacteristically worried when he asks: “are you okay?”

you clench your eyes closed, fighting the urge to squirm in discomfort. you merely shake your head, as subtly as you can lest you bust a fucking nerve on your neck, before: “elevate my backrest. i can’t sit up.”

“shit, right.”

it takes him a beat to figure out the controls at the side of your bunk, but when he finally does, you find yourself slowly inclining up until to about 45 degrees.

up 45 degrees and now face-to-face with him.

once the contraption clicks into place, bakugou sits back down on what looks like a stool beside you, an inexplicable expression etched on his features.

and before you can even think better against them, the words are already out of your mouth.

“what are you doing here?”

that must not have been what he was expecting or wanting to hear, because his face immediately contorts into a look of borderline offense.

“the fuck do you mean ‘what am i doing here’?” he scoffs, folding his muscled arms across his expansive chest. “you almost got abducted, dumbass. you’re lucky you made it out alive.”

abducted?

the last thing you remember before you most likely blacked out and were sent to the hospital was that you were just exiting the grocery store that you frequent on Fridays after work when an oddly familiar-looking man appeared before you. he didn’t seem too harmless right up until he emitted his quirk that sent you tumbling across the asphalt and…

that’s just about where your memory cuts off.

“what happened?” you manage to choke out, suddenly feeling scared.

“as i said,” he starts, voice low and strangely hesitant, “you almost got abducted. you passed out after you hit the neighboring building arm first, but a pro-hero patrolling the area managed to get you before the villain could take you with him.”

you gawk at the man. “what the hell would a villain want to do with me?”

at that, bakugou’s face hardens.

“…’s because they want to get back at me.”

a million things beg to be spoken out of your mouth in an instant, but what you end up saying is: “why are you here, then? shouldn’t you be with the police or in the agency if this guy’s got a vendetta against you?”

“seriously?” he retorts, incredulous, before shaking his head in what you think is frustration. his eyes shift to the rest of your body, “you’re fucking injured and yet you’re asking all these stupid questions.”

you feel yourself flame in indignation, but you bite your tongue. if you allow yourself to speak, you may end up saying something you’ll regret later.

“…but if you must know,” he pipes up all of a sudden, catching you off guard, “they said i was your emergency contact.”

his voice is quiet when he asks: “you didn’t change it?”

you gulp despite yourself. thankfully, his eyes remain trained on yours and do not drift down to your throat.

“i forgot to,” you lie out of your ass.

you are not about to tell him it’s because you haven’t had the heart to remove him as your favorite contact, let alone delete his number.

“well…” he starts, diverting his gaze onto the pillow beside you, “…that and the fact that this villain has been after me ever since he got out of prison. fucking bastard can’t accept i apprehended him so fast back then. guess it hurt his fucking ego and wanted revenge.”

you stare at the pro-hero, debating as to whether or not to say the next thing, ultimately deciding for it.

“…and he was planning to do that by hurting me.”

bakugou’s eyes drift towards you again at your statement, a serious glint in them, although he doesn’t say anything in response.

a long pause.

“why didn’t you just tell them we aren’t together anymore?” you finally ask. “you could’ve just referred them to my family or best friends or something.”

“and have them be on my ass about us breaking up?” he quips almost instantaneously. “you were rushed to the er—i didn’t have time for that shit. and in case you’ve forgotten from that time they found out about us—”

“of course i haven’t,” you cut him off, eyes trained downcast on your fiddling fingers. “it wasn’t like i wanted the media to find out we were together in the first place. my point is that it would save you a lot of trouble if we just suck it up and announce it. that way, you won’t have to play pretend and be forced to be my guardian, and i don’t get targeted by vengeful villains anymore.”

when you finally look up at the man, the frown that found its place on bakugou’s mouth at the start of your spiel has apparently now deepened into a scowl.

“what?” you ask before you can rein yourself in.

“i’m sorry you got hurt,” he states sternly. “ i should’ve kept a closer eye on you despite everything, and i’m taking full responsibility for what happened. but—”

“—katsuki,” you try to interject.

“—but don’t think i’m in front of you right now just because i feel guilty or that i just didn’t want to deal with the fucking press,” he huffs. “i—”

you wait for a moment for him to continue, but he doesn’t. his mouth only opens as if he’s going to say something before it closes again, then opens, and closes.

despite yourself, your heart physically aches at the sight of him struggling to verbalize his feelings. you hesitate for a second, before finally deciding to say it.

“…i know what you mean.”

at that, bakugou whips to look at you, an almost imperceptible, stunned expression on his sullen features. “you do?”

you nod. “…i still care for you, too, you know? even if i try to talk myself out of it, i still find myself going through the news all the time to make sure you’re alright.”

and you really, really do.

because, at the end of the day, you didn’t break up because you fell out of love or anything remotely close to that.

it was an amicable agreement to part ways because you had absolutely little to no time for each other—what with bakugou’s demanding schedule as a rising pro-hero—and almost every little time he had free was always in conflict with your own career.

you both tried to make it work, you really did—adjusting and compromising and adapting in every way you could—but when it all boiled down to it you were always left disappointed, frustrated, and frustratingly yearning for each other.

and so before the love you’ve carefully cultivated together could morph into ugly resentment—with you hating each other—you both decided to just call it quits.

you chance a glance at the man, whose gaze has visibly softened at your admission.

and you wish you really couldn’t, or you wish you’d forget how to recognize it, but you can’t deny the look of what you’ve long identified as longing that’s written all over his face.

but before you can say anything about it, a soft array of knocks resonates from the door, catching both of your attention.

not a few seconds after, a nurse squeezes herself through the entrance, holding a clipboard close to her chest.

“sorry to interrupt your conversation,” she starts, painfully timid, “but i just wanted to inform you that the premiere suite is now ready, and we can now move the patient there.”

you whip (as much as you can, at least) to look at bakugou, who only shoots you a look telling you to just roll with it. you purse your lips in a thin line, itching to protest, but manage to not say anything as the nurse continues.

“…i’ll also have to talk to mr. bakugou later on as he is your registered guardian. i’ll just drop by again later in the suite so i can take your vitals as well. that’s basically it for now, thank you!”

and just as fast as she appeared, the nurse was gone.

when you’re sure she’s out of earshot, you turn to the man. “this is too much, katsuki.”

he merely shakes his head but again, doesn’t say anything.

you stare at him for a few more beats before finally sighing in what you feel is resignation.

this is going to be a long night.

tagging. @bunnysaursushii @yawnzzzzzzzz @cholios @kashee-h @iluv-ace @lotuslovers @elarakive @sugurusmoon @k0z3me

˖⁺‧₊ as always, reblogs, replies, and tags are appreciated <3 my asks are always open as well. have a lovely day, y'all!

[3minsover]

there’s 300 of y’all over here now!! hi!!

in case you missed em, here’s a list of my steddie fics!!!

Completed:

the intensity of being known (12475 words) (Teen and Up)

(single dad!steve, babysitter!eddie, steve pov)

It Has No Place Here Series, starting with: dirtybadwronggood (8364 words) (Explicit)

(canon era, hatefucking to lovers, angst with a happy ending, dual pov)

out there where they glow (58171 words) (Mature)

(tangled au, rapunzel!steve, flynn rider!eddie, mild angst, happy ending, dual pov)

Soda Burn (80379 words) (Explicit)

(bartenders au, enemies to lovers, fuck steve’s dad, predominantly steve pov, happy ending)

Interviews and Articles from the Flight Risk Universe (8971 words) (Teen and Up)

(a selection of magazine articles and interviews with eddie and steve in the years leading up to and after the events of flight risk by the incomparable @sayesayes and @noxarcanaart)

What is this, a Crossover Episode? (7487 words) (Explicit)

(fanfic of fanfic, soda burn!steve, flight risk!eddie, as near to a crackfic as i've written, gratuitous smut, steve pov)

Pro Patria Mori (57448 words) (Explicit)

(ww1 au, british steddie, predominantly steve pov, happy ending)

climbing on my desire (6512 words) (Explicit)

(canon era, jealous steve, daddy kink, gratuitous smut, steve pov)

love on my fingers, lust on my tongue (6793 words) (Explicit)

(FBI agent!Steve, unsub!eddie, knifeplay, gratuitous smut, eddie pov)

Something (7232 words) (Explicit)

(lighthouse keeper!steve, siren!eddie, oral sex, happy ending, steve pov)

No More Retreating (53538 words) (Explicit)

(bucket list fic, canon era, friends to lovers, mutual pining, dual pov, happy ending)

A Jewel for the Captain's Collection (7091 words) (Explicit)

(pirate au, captain!eddie, stowaway!steve, gratuitous smut, steve pov)

In Progress:

Layover (74240 words) (Explicit)

(flight attendant!steve, rockstar/model!eddie, lots and lots of sex, angst to come, dual pov, happy ending guaranteed) writing with the immensely talented @dreaminginpencil

[the-garbanzo-annex-jr]

by Corey Walker

The author of a book on Jewish American identity enjoyed a sellout crowd at a rescheduled event after the original discussion was canceled over the presence of a Zionist panelist.  Joshua Leifer, author of Tablets Shattered: The End of an American Jewish Century and the Future of Jewish Life, spoke alongside Rabbi Andy Bachman at the Center for New Jewish Culture in Brooklyn on Monday. The original discussion, which was scheduled at Powerhouse Books in Brooklyn last Tuesday, was canceled at the last minute by an employee who did not want the bookstore to platform a “Zionist” rabbi.  During Monday’s discussion, Leifer lambasted the cancellation as both “wrong and antisemitic” as well as “the dumbest strategic thing you can do.” The bookstore’s owner, Daniel Power, later clarified in an interview that Powerhouse Books does not maintain an official ban on Zionist authors and that the employee acted on her own. He revealed that the employee responsible for canceling the event quit on her own accord before he could fire her.  The bookstore issued an apology soon after the incident, writing, “litmus tests as a precondition for participation in public life are wrong. Rejections of dialogue, debate, and nuance are wrong.” Despite the inconvenience, the backlash over the viral incident seems to have benefited Leifer. Roughly 300 people attended the rescheduled discussion, as opposed to the estimated two dozen that showed up for the original event. Leifer’s book currently holds the number one spot in the “History of Judaism” section on Amazon. “In large part, this sanctuary is filled because of what happened,” Bachman stated at the event.  Leifer, a political progressive and writer, has issued blistering criticisms of Israel’s ongoing war in Gaza. He has called for a change in the “status quo” of Israeli policy and has encouraged the American Jewish community to reexamine its relationship with Israel.  In an essay published in The Atlantic, Leifer reflected on the decision to snub Bachman for being a Zionist, saying that it “exemplified the bind that many progressive American Jews face.” “We are caught between parts of an activist left demanding that we disavow our communities, even our families, as an entrance ticket, and a mainstream Jewish institutional world that has long marginalized critics of Israeli policy. Indeed, Jews who are committed to the flourishing of Jewish life in Israel and the Diaspora, and who are also outraged by Israel’s brutal war in Gaza, feel like we have little room to maneuver,” Leifer wrote. “My experience last week was so demoralizing in part because such episodes make moving the mainstream Jewish community much harder,” Leifer added. “Every time a left-wing activist insists that the only way to truly participate in the fight for peace and justice is to support the dissolution of Israel, it reinforces the zero-sum (and morally repulsive) idea that opposing the status quo requires Israel’s destruction.” 

Leifer still doesn't get it. Jew-hatred, in the guise of Israel hatred has become part of the progressive canon. "Critics of Israeli policy" are lionized, not marginalized among progressive Jews.

[ofbreathandflame-archive]

Rhysand teaming up with Amarantha? That’s like comparing TikTok dances to ancient spell. The Illyrians? They’re on a whole different level. You totally missed the memo on this argument

ehhhh what💀

the whole point is that rhys is (1) a bad high lord and (2) just lacks initiative. he's...a lazy ruler. he only 'challenges' the status quo in ways that still uphold it. everything 'good' about the night court -- he already inherited. if anything - the story kind of praises antiquated practices of rhysand's fathers in relation to velaris. and a lot of this is a symptom of sjm being a lazy writer - but the problem still persists. like he can make feyre 'high lady' but if he told cass or az "do not tell feyre about this," az/cass would defer to him. im not speculating about this, its literally canon.

the whole point in pointing out that rhys rounds up all the 'bad' illyrians and decides to torture and murder them is to show the disconnect. rhys is willing to commit these atrocities and murders - just not in a way that would productively help the females in his court. he is the absolute authority on this issue. we're not saying "if rhys did x" - we already know that he'll receive no consequences if he did. like if rhys didn't kill the illyrians, it would have been hard to make my argument; i would have been making up a hypothetical situation and then the argument will devolve into a semantic mess. but like we can make this argument bc rhys would just round up a bunch of illyrians and kill them. he already did.

the the overarching problem is that sjm has written in a scenario in which the citizens are all blamed for their poverty, femicide, and clipping. and the story cant justify how under the most perfectest, beautifulest high lord to ever walk the earth has had over 300-400 years to fix an issue, but hasnt.

like even tam tam rebranded his court so well that his citizens fundamentally didn't align themselves to his father's previous ideology. remember the spring court that literally supported slavery - tamlin rebranded that. feyre even mentions that he did such a good job at it that his people didn't miss a step when he started to exhibit those same behaviors. tamlin didn't inherit that atmosphere - he made it. and its weird when the villain of the story has shown more initiative than your protag.

in the same 300-400 years only one court actually changed. and it wasnt the night court. and this is not to be pro-tamlin, it’s just what’s established. and we can absolutely pick apart tamlin’s politics (he was also written by sjm - she can’t write politics for shit) too, but like broadly speaking - the night court operates in the same manner it did when rhys's father was in power.

[cabeswaterdrowned]

Pleas elaborate on that challengers au??? Obsessed rn

So I’m going to properly get to working on this once the next chapter of “Reading TRB” is up and once I can rewatch the movie to develop the ideas more but I’ll just type up some of my brainstorming / thoughts and post it here rn!

— basically a Challengers au where Gansey is Art, Blue is Tashi and Adam is Patrick. Was discussing with a few other people and I think Adam could also potentially be a Tashi but that fits more for a Rodansey au which would also slap if someone wants to write it but I’m going for the Bluedansey version because I was in major brain rot over them over my last reread. 

— so the set up of Gansey and Adam meeting in high school is similar just without the other chars as factors (Ronan might still show up in the fic but if he does it’ll be the timeline where they’re older he won’t have known them in high school). With Gansey still the rich golden boy and Adam as the scholarship student and them having an unlikely really close and intense friendship.

— I’ll actually have tennis be something Adam picked up for kind of mercenary reasons he needed an elective + he wanted to spend time with Gansey kind of in the way he goes along with the Glendower quest for Gansey. But then it was noticed that he’s really good at it and Adam would capitalize on that and use it as a way he can get out of Henrietta even if at first he thought that would be through his book smarts. He does also grow to love tennis but isn’t fully cognizant of that the way he struggles to understand love in the series (his relationship with tennis follows a similar path to his relationship to magic in the books basically, arc wise). 

— Even though I know it is canon in the books that he’s Captain of the rowing team I have the hardest time jockifying Gansey in my mind because suuuuch a fucking neerd (affectionate) I’ll keep some of his nerdy interests obv but trying to redirect my perception of him overall for this. Taking a bit of inspiration from my friend Kevin Day for this re: balancing the jock-nerd. But I think playing sports professionally to him is partially going to be his escape from being just like his father / living the life his family wants for him, while also being more passably acceptable in the eyes of his family than some other things he could pursue, as well as being something he genuinely loves. 

— enter Blue she meets them at a tournament beginning of college like in the movie, she  comes from a small town like Adam but will change it to her being from a different state still in the south. I am keeping her background of being raised by the psychics of 300 fox way and Maura will be an active character in the later part of the fic/movie, but for her tennis is her something more in a sense and when she finds that she doesn’t want to give it up. But at same time she’s sensible as much as she has big dreams, so she still wants to go to school and have other skills besides going pro also I think getting into tennis would have in some ways accentuated the bullying/judgement she got from her peers in high school, and then once she proved herself to be good there also would have been elevated respect but I think that effects her whole superiority-inferiority thing, it doesn’t change her general mo with new people and she’s still quite isolated and lonely (more so than in canon since she didn’t meet the Gangsey in hs), but I think a bit more.. actively trying to be seen as socially acceptable with specifically professional situations. I also kind of want a plot point to have to do with how her style changed when she got into tennis and navigating expectations of her style related to her profession, which will be interesting for continuing the pursuit of looking on the outside as you are on the inside theme from the books. 

—Oh and even though the 300 fox ladies are still psychics there’s no kiss curse involved so I do think this version of Blue has had a couple boyfriends and a girlfriend, none of them were serious relationships because her priority was tennis and she’s a prickly babe but I do think this could change her relationships with the boys in interesting ways, especially Blue x Adam tbh because so much of how it plays out in canon is influenced by it being both their first relationship… 

— I do think that it’ll be better for me and my writing process to write this chronologically rather than bouncing between the timelines the way the movie does, and I’m definitely going to use all three perspectives so we’ll see what feels right at different times but I think I’m going to start with Adam pov, the first switch to Gansey pov will be in the breakfast Tashi-Art scene (which is a super tdt era Bluesey coded scene imo but anyway), Blue’s injury is from her pov and maybe some going back and forth between her and Gansey’s povs for a bit in the middle, then I want to weight the second timeline to mostly Blue pov and some Adam I’ll see if another Gansey pov fits in there or not. But obviously will play it by ear this is just what I’m thinking rn.

— for the relationship dynamics: when it comes to the college years the dynamic structures are already pretty similar imo which is a big part of why I wanted to write it particularly the dynamic circa the Dream thieves of Gansey going back and forth between Blue and Adam’s sides of the relationship drama then getting with Blue when both their relationships with Adam implode is … I don’t actually need to change much there. I do think I’ll tweak the story of Patrick teaching Art how to jerk off so the gist is the same but it fits into the early trc dynamics of Gansey trying to wingman for Adam and give him advice about girls and at one such occasion there was a practice kiss, and then maybe also a practice handjob. Like I said some Art/Tashi scenes like the “he’s not in love with you who wouldn’t be in love with you” scene give Bluesey to me already and there’s a general patheticness (affectionate) to Art/Gansey that’s similar. I do need to think more about how to shift their dynamic for the adult Art/Tashi stuff since that’ll be more challenging I think… and Tashi/Patrick scenes kind of rely on them both being prickly and argumentative in a way that very much fits the energy of Bluedam’s multiple iconique fight scenes I’m especially going to have fun paralleling the Tashi/Patrick car convo (feels like I can get significance out of Gansey being the one associated with his car and inclined to having romantic moments in them) with the Bluedam ninos fight. 

So, there are some bullet points I have other thoughts obviously but this is already quite long so if your curious about something else specific feel free to ask (also in general re: that poll am open to questions about my ideas for those aus. or about my in progress fic, or whatever)

[tedwardremus]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love! ❤️

OMG, thank you for the ask! Self rec five fics... okay...

Those Whom The Gods Love Die Young - An experiment in writing for me. This is the tale of the marauders told as an old folk tale.

So the spirits, with their love for the boys, granted them their dreams. “But be warned,” the wind whispered as the boys entered the forest again, “the young mortal men whom the gods favor are destined to die young.” But the boys did not hear the wind over their boisterous camaraderie, and the warning went unheard. 

Am I To Suffer This Constant Stream of Interruption? - A fluffy little Teddy and Victoire piece. Their first date keeps getting interrupted by James Sirius Potter.

"Do you think that kid has ever had a thought he didn't immediately have to shout out loud?" Teddy asked Vic while they watched James skip up the street and tackle his cousin Fred, who was too distracted with the latest Firebolt 300 in the window of the quidditch shop to notice James, into a bale of hay.

Your Friend, James - Another fun little writing experiment. An epistolary fic with James and Lily sending each other letters (and falling in love).

Lily, You have finally found out Padfoot’s dark secret. He is not an aristocratic heir to a great fortune, as he has led all to believe. He actually has an unbearable Scouse accent. Get him good and drunk and it comes out. Wormtail came over the other day and helped me practice quidditch. Ever since I told the lads that McGongall invited a pro scout to watch me play next year, Peter’s been dedicating time to help me train. I think he’s hoping that if I go pro, I’ll get him free tickets. Which I would if that were to happen. He doesn’t need to become my personal trainer (especially since, Merlin, I love the chap, but he is not the best at flying a broom and throwing a quaffle at the same time.) It's hard to practice quidditch by oneself, though, so I appreciate the effort.

Does Permanent Mean Forever? - My head canon for marauders and getting tattoos.

“Excellent, Wormy!” James clapped his hands, “Yes, that’s exactly what we will do! Let’s take the Knight Bus to London and we’ll get our animagus forms tattooed on ourselves. Well, Moony will get his you-know-what.” “Fantastic,” Sirius said, sitting up straight in the chair, “I propose Prongs gets antlers tattooed on his arse.” Remus’ face darkened as he took another drink, "There is absolutely no way in hell I am getting a wolf tattoo.” “Aw, come on, Moony,” Peter whined, “Don’t ruin the fun!”

Interesting House Guests - A new fic but one that I had been thinking about for a long time. Sirius invites his friends to stay over at Grimmauld Place one summer. The seeds to him running away are planted.

“Oh, baby Reggie wouldn’t have anything as unseemly as muggle bathing suit models on his walls!” James exclaimed in mock horror. “No, much worse, he’s been clipping out news stories of the Death Eater weirdos and sticking them on his wall.” “Ugh,” grimaced Peter, “Why waste precious wall space with dudes wearing masks when you could have naked ladies.” “Exactly my point, Pete. Anyway, Get up,” Sirius nudged Peter with his foot.  “I haven’t finished the tour yet.”

[mdeanstrauss]

a print of one of my favorite Leica portraits...

[tireddovahkiin]

OKAY I HAVE TO RANT ABOUT THESE HILLARIOUS SCENARIOS I CAME UP WITH- (At least to me!)

Basically Vincent Valentine having his ass forced to babysit my OC Junior who's a Twitch streamer. This is how it goes (I might even draw this):

[have in mind that Junior is a cringey ass teenager💀]

This oc x canon interaction is strictly platonic!

. . .

*stream starts with Juniors face in the webcam*

Junior: ".... Hello everybody my name is Markipl-" *breaks character*

Junior: How's it GOINNN', mothershockers, IT'S YA BOIIII Junie, with a VERY special guest today!~ ... Give it up for da babysitter, the one and only, Vincent Valentine~!!!! *dramatic ahh Will Smith showing off hand pose*

*camera is set so only Vincents torso is shown as he sits cross-armed, his head and legs off-screen* (its gonna be like that during the entire stream)

*awkward silence*

Junior: ... Psst. Hey. Dude. Peace sign. Show it to the camera.

Vincent:

Junior: *nudges his gloved hand*

Vincent:

Vincent: *awkwardly shows the sign to the camera*

Junior: LET'G GOOOO-

Junior: *reading the comments*

"What is Dracula doing in your house dawg"

"AYO SICK COSPLAY DUDE- How did you make him do it"

"He looks like the type of person who says: 'Fare-thee-well folks, hale be thou' to people unironically"

"Oh no... is he going to start talking about the war"

"bLAh, bLAH bLAH"

"Don't com to ma house or I'll succ yo di- I MEAN BLOOD"

Junior: Well, the audience seems to like you already, man. What do you have to say about that, Vincent? *presents imaginary microphone to Vincent off-screen*

Vincent:

Junior: Understandable, have a great day.

Junior: —And that is why I personally think flies are spy cams sent from aliens out in space.

Vincent:

Chat:

Chat: *Donkey_King43 donated $1.55 through super chat* "Stfu you dollar tree PaRappa The Rapper ahh bootleg" [bc Junior is an antro dog]

Junior: YOU MOTHERFU-

Vincent: *headbutt*

Junior: *sobbing into Vincents arm* I'M DO— YALL ARE JUST MEAN- I GIVE MY SOUL HERE TO ENTERTAIN PEOPLE I DON'T EVEN KNOW, I GIVE UP MY PRIDE IN HANDS TO THE GATES OF VIEWERES JUDGEMENT LIKE A BLEEDING SACRIFICIAL HEART, AS I BECOME NOTHING BUT A MERE TOY WITH NO MEANING AND PURPOSE IN YOUR EYES—

Vincent:

*few minutes later*

Junior: *kazotsky kicking to Mortal Kombat theme while wearing a creeper hat and minecraft sunglasses* I ate soap with japapeño sauce and sprinkles this morning! It was bussin' let me tell ya—

Vincent: (??????)

Junior: Vincent, question from a fan. What if you solve a math test while LeBron James is purple, does that make racoons skeleton knives or 6 AM greek yogurt under alphabet?

Vincent:

Junior: He thinks the answer is Mexico.

Chat: Xxdollasigndude: "Yo if you and your medieval knight babysitter bro sing "If you're happy and you know it" song I'll give you 300$ hands down"

Junior: *jumps and clears throat* HOLY— OKAY OKAY— VINCENT COME ON AT LEAST CLAP FOR ME BRO PLEASE— ANYWAYS— If you're happy and you know clap your hands...! *looks at Vincent in ecstatic hope*

Vincent:

Vincent: *after five seconds, he caves in, and claps two times*

Junior: *grins like an idiot, even happier* —If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands!

Vincent: *pause* *clap clap*

Junior: If you're happy and you know it, then your face will surely show it, if you're happy and you know it, clap your hands...!

Vincent: *pause* *clap clap*

*siiiiiiiilence*

Chat: ... *Xxdollasigndude donated $300.00 through super chat-*

Junior: IYEEEE—

Junior: *after one hour, he finally beats a level, releasing a victory scream and offering Vincent hand for a high five*

Vincent: *ignores*

Junior: *pouts*

Chat: *Khorn_lord donated $0.55 through super chat* "Haha get left on seen loser"

Junior: *looks at Vincent*

Vincent:

Junior: *offers a hand again*

Vincent: *high fives*

Junior: HAH! SUCK ON THAT YOU SON OF A BI—

Vincent: *headbutt*

Junior: And I'll make sure to show you just how much of a pro I am! I'll drink five cans on cola in ONE go, no reaction! Alright, buckle up! THREE, TWO, ONE—

*a few moments later insert*

Junior: *is knocked out dead asleep and snoring like an engine from the caffeine* (ADHD skill💀)

Vincent:

Vincent: *he finally picks up the camera, trying to figure out how to shut it off*

*pause*

Vincent: *reveals his face* To the rude ones in this 'chat' today, a message from me: I will find you. One way... Or another.

*ends the stream*

(Fun fact: Junior's account went viral over night because of Vincent.)

[BROS SUCH A SOFTIE FOR KIDS I JUST KNOW ITTT]

[tempural]

SCUMSUCK's wishlist.

first posted on fedi for the snowflake challenge #7, then edited to my site...

Non-tangible items:

I am a hungry hungry buttslut for art, fic, and other creations with my characters. 🙏🥺 Here's a gallery with some stuff I've gotten.

I am a hungry hungry anal masochist for comments 😼 I think the sorta comment I'd like right now is a quote I can put in the work description, like "This shit made me watch wrestling and now I'm gay" - t. John Cena.

I am very demure and modest when it comes to anon messages 💅 One of the things I miss most about the cesspool of tumblr, is getting enough questions about my silly scoutspy characterizations to create, well, my own characters out of them! Anons that stroke my shaft are a great way to get me to churn my brain and make something creative like the 300 scsp doodles or 500 headcanon posts of 2018, as opposed to sending me something blunt like "draw linguini's feet".

Forbidden fourth wish: I wish that one day someone could find scans of that YinYang monster x Vincent Valentine FF7 doujinshi that was my favorite as a wee lad! It was called "Meteo Daiou" by New Technical Punk-FF (Isuzu Suzuki). The last evidence of its existence is on this archived Sodasexy page. My life is a repeating circle. Even the scanner says this is GROSS and put it in their squick section. But Maggie age 8 liked it a little too much! Goth dude getting somno-bung by a hungry monster informed the rest of my yaoi career.

Physical items:

I like usable items that leave little waste.

Bar soap in natural, mild flavors. I got that dang eczema and anything that's too fragrant will turn me into the stay puft marshamallow man.

Books! I tend towards nonfiction, biographies, and art + photography books. Right now I'm looking at Devin Townsend's biographies...

Small pieces of usable art from indie artists, like paper stickers and washi tape! I like to put them on my sketchbooks to tell them apart.

A Brock Lesnar #69 football jersey.

Looseleaf tea! I like to try all sorts of new flavors. I can't do floral mixes, but I do like black, green, red, and white tea.

A good metal fountain pen! I've found a couple of brush pens I like. I guess it's time for me to get into stiffer tips.

Some drawing/writing ink! I like to try all sorts of new colors, especially for lineart and ink washes.

A shed or trailer to store our art.

A screen printing room and set-up that is safe from the weather and cats stepping everywhere.

A pigment printer so I can make even more vibrant stickers and art reproductions! I guess I've heard good things about Epson Ecotanks and the Canon Pixma Pro-200/300/400 lines.

An upgraded computer that can load 40 chunks in minecraft's view distance, and use big digital brushes without lagging.

I guess some big ol' terabytes of hard drives to archive my work.

More materials for our fence (wood pallets, metal fences...)

[yellowmagicalgirl]

My Yuletide Fics

I participated in Yuletide for the first time this year, and I wrote 2.5 fics for it (one of the three fics was a deleted scene from another fic).

The first two are hopeless fountain kingdom fics, and the last one is a TMA/TMA:P crossover. Do note that all of these require an AO3 account to read.

But I'll (Never) Stay (The Fish Never Do) (1174 words) (aka the main fic I wrote this year) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Solis Angelus/Luna Aureum, Luna Aureum & Tybalt Characters: Luna Aureum, Solis Angelus, Background & Cameo Characters Additional Tags: Background Character Death, Canonical Character Death, Song: Now or Never (Halsey), Song: Bad At Love (Halsey), koi fish, Complicated Relationships, Childhood backstory, POV First Person, POV Luna Aureum, Luna Aureum-centric, I wrote this instead of studying, Time Skips, My First Work in This Fandom Summary: A study of Luna, the koi fish, the Kingdom, and what lies beyond.

Know the Newspaper's (Not) Always Right (262 words) (aka the deleted scene from my main fic) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Luna Aureum, Solis Angelus, Original Photographer, Original Reporter Additional Tags: Canonical Character Death, Background Character Death, Gun Violence, Newspapers, Epistolary, Song: Now or Never (Halsey), i wrote this intead of studying, Biased Narrator, Deleted Scenes, specifically deleted from another fic of mine, the narrator of the scene was pro-cop enough that it hit a DNW Summary: A newspaper article detailing the shootout from "Now or Never".

First Post-Post-Apocalyptic Encounters (300 words) (aka the crossover drabble I wrote for the Two For One challenge) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Samama "Sam" Khalid, The Archivist (The Magnus Protocol), Georgie Barker Additional Tags: Background Samama "Sam" Khalid/Celia Ripley, First Meetings, Post-Canon, Post-Episode: e200 Last Words (The Magnus Archives), Post-Episode: e030 Dead End Job (The Magnus Protocol), POV Samama "Sam" Khalid, POV Third Person Limited, no beta we die like Colin, Triple Drabble, Yuletide Two For One Challenge Summary: Georgie saves Sam from the Archivist.

[carnelianfoxx]

No one cares but after a lot of thinking, I decided on what kind of printer to get for my photography

I wanted a canon pro 1000 but it seems the upkeep is far too much for my casual printing. Having big prints is cool but it’s just too much in maintenance and cost on multiple levels. I’m a hobbyist, and that’s for professionals who put prints in galleries.

So I’m going with the canon pro 300, which is 13x19 and will probably suit me just fine. I am excited

[the-dragon-hearted]

Brainstorming on the Tartaros Arc rn for The Dragon Father rewrite, and you see, I'm torn. So, to fix this problem, I'm going to word vomit here and see if anyone has an opinion

For those who've forgotten or don't know, the Tartaros Arc in Fairy Tail is the arc, at least for me, where shit goes down and does not come back up. I've always viewed it as the coming-of-age arc, every single main character has a moment where they are forced to lose something representing their childhood or innocence.

AND in what I would call the midpoint of the Tartaros arc, while everyone is fighting up in the cube (to rescue Erza/stop FACE/sweet revenge/all that jazz) Mard Geer casts the curse "Alegria" which turns the floating Minecraft block into Plutogrim (who may or may not be a demon/sentient entity). ANYWAY -

Turning a Minecraft block into a sentient being also makes the cube's weird immune system come into play. It traps everyone in this fleshy eldritch-horror goop that suspends them in a timeless state. Everyone except Lucy - but that's for later.

Now! I have two very compelling options for how Acnologia is thrown into this and they sort of shift the story I'd have to tell.

Option 1 - Acnologia is not present at the cube at this time, he's flown off to go help destroy Face (which matches up with the timeline because this curse happens right around Wendy's dragon force reveal in canon). This could be paired with a cool Wendy-Acno bonding experience, maybe a little dragon force action, idk -

Pros:

I don't have to try to balance Acnologia's insane power level for the 17,000th time

I set it up pretty early that Acnologia is SO goddamn ready to take Face out. This could be the payout

He could sense shit goes down when the Celestial King gets summoned because he's that guy

A very cute father-daughter moment with him and Wendy as he finds out that she already started destroy face before he got there and has unlocked her Dragon Force. Little flying bonding moment ya know?

Cons:

The majority of the story is written from Acnologia's perspective so I would either have to completely ignore everything happening over there (which IS technically already explained it canon, kind of) or would switch to Lucy's POV

Acnologia can destroy Face in like 3 minutes, cause he's that guy, so we're back to square one with wtf am I supposed to do with this guy's power level

Option 2 - Acnologia IS present, and gets caught in the goop, which limits his transformation and magic.

Now, Option 2 has two fun subcategories I've lovingly named "Acnologia kicks ass" and "Acnologia is very upset he cannot kick ass"

Acnologia kicks ass - The Dragon King does not need magic or his dragon form to pummel the absolute shit out of Mard-Geer. It's time for Regular Human Acnologia to shine for a whole 500 words and 300 punches.

Acnologia is very upset he cannot kick ass - he gets stuck in his Dragon form (possible trauma~) and is so completely normal about it that he uses his wings to crash Plutogrim into the dirt because Gods Help him if he is trapped in Dragon Form he will make it everyone else' problems.

Pros:

Hilarious inner monologue as Acnologia is trapped and fed up with this shit

Mard Geer gets insanely humbled real fast

Acnologia gets to witness Lucy summon the Celestial Spirit King, which could lead to him acknowledging her as Anna's successor (not that this is a huge divide between them but could be a cool moment)

Cons:

Power scaling. Always the fucking power scaling. How do I justify trapping the literal Dragon King without nerfing him into the ground? I can buff Plutogrim, make it a demon with ethernanos capabilities backed into its flesh which is why if you get caught you can't expend any magic to escape - but even THEN like - This is ACNOLOGIA, the boy's CRACKED

It takes the spotlight away from Lucy's moment and Aquarius' sacrifice - but gives Lucy someone who understands the significance of what happened to her.

Anyway, that's where my brain's at rn for The Dragon Father. And no, I'm not writing the Tartaros arc at the moment - I haven't even gotten to the Tower of Heaven arc, but like I gotta start brainstorming ya know??

[gretasworld]

Some fujoshis and sicktards keep saying Lyudmill was gay with Alucard judging from the way Lyudmill spoke to Alucard.They argue that Nocturne of Recollection is not fully canon therefore Mariacard cannot be canon.

Newsflash # Nocturne was released by Konami and it is canon. Its a sequel of SoTn. So is Mariacard.

Lets tell you something idiots. Lyudmill was a servant older to Alucard and loyal to Lisa for her help to his villagers. He had good terms with Lisa who he respected. Naturally, her little son would be seen from a place of respect and adoration by a servant. This is servant attitude. People who donot keep servants and butlers in their homes donot know the way servants are supposed to speak to their masters as subordinates. We keep servants in this part of the world, we know their mannerisms well.

Lyudmill was doing exactly that. He came to seek refuge in Deacula castle because his home village was destroyed and he had nobody to return to. He was upset with his mistress Lisa's death and saw that Lisa's son needed support. So from that stand point, he handled Alucard. He was indebted to Lisa for her help that led him to show his gratitude with servicing Alucard aftee Lisa's death.

Alucard is even suggested by Lyudmill to learn to weave garland for wooing girls just like he and fellas in his village used to. If this servant was gay for the dhamphir, he would not suggest making garlands for girls or steer Alucard in the direction of girls.

Lyudmill later on turns evil, looses faith in humanity and becomes a vampire. Alucard is presented with blood of Lyudmil by the incubus Marcus after 300 years of not seeing him. Marcus aims to try to bring out Alucard's vampiric side which Lisa shut out of her son carefully.

At the end of the story, when Lyudmill is dying, he says goodbye to Alucard with the words " see you in next life master ". Now this part, the shippers say, is gay/ bi. We say it is not at all gay/bi. Because when you are dying and you know it and you have people you know well, around you, you are bound to get sentimental. You are leaving. It was the case for Lyudmill too. His time was finished hence the last words " see you in next life ". These words is reflection of japanese religious and cultural beliefs of reincarnation. Shintos and Buddhists believe in seeing one another in the next life. Writers of Nocturne of Recollection wrote Lyudmill's lines from this standpoint. They ended his demise nicely instead of giving him a brash painful passing with gagging noise.

Now, when a friend or a known person of yours die infront of you, are you not going to be upset or sad due to the death of that person? Or are you going to party with cake? Alucard being sad after Lyudmill's tragic death was doing just that. He was greiving a known man's death. Very normal thing to do. Nothing sexual or romantic here. Just humaneness.

Fujoshis and gay shippers call this gesture of Alucard romantic greiving. They use the Aludmil to proove that the dhamphir is gay/bi even.in the canon. We say " boot your own faces " because these pro yaoi weirdos do not see simple interactions for what they are and twist and queerize anything and everything. The Aludmil horseshit doesnot exist except in your heads you sickos. Donot use this as a reference to support bloody woke netflixvania Alucard situation.. Because shortly after the moment of grieving Lyudmill, Alucard comes to walk with Maria onto a field of white flowers and he regrets not knowing how to make flowers to woo her. He recalls the moment Lyudmill suggested him to learn making flowers which he realizes much later, that he should have. Do you see the romantic feeling working for Lyudmill here? No. Why would Alucard be thinking of a girl and flower if he had romantic feelings for a servant? He would because he had no romance for Lyudmill thats why. As the dialogues of Alucard suggest, his focus was on the flowers, comparing the short life of humans with his own.eternal life, and Maria, not a servant. He then awkwardly opens up to Maria, proceeds to share his life story with her.

Say, even if the servant was gay for his master, this was never suggested to be same from the side of Alucard. Nowhere in Nocturne. In none of his dialogues.

Jealous yaoi shippers can go to hell. Maybe its time you change the way you view things and match stuff with reality a bit more.