#god this is probably ooc af

[miraiq]

Soooooo I did a slight update to the rules/muse list google doc.

I have added a shipbias list for each muse. I am also slowly gonna work on a thread wishlist per muse as well. But it is taking a hot minute so------ just in case anyone was curious~

I also made it a tad more organized in terms of pathing/page order and the side tab/jump capability to find things easier.

[sonicprim3d]

Why have I been so fucking tired lately-

[constellationcrowned]

((Me? Nervously wondering if what few ocs I do have here actually feel organic and like they belong in the actual canon? Constantly.))

[abandonededen]

// learned some fun stuff from the queen em.ily and.ras herself this past weekend, and will absolutely be incorporating it into my portrayals. i love cons and Earpers so much 🥹

[lazybutsmexy]

A glimpse

König x reader (GN)

Inspired by @tremendousdiplomattreespy-blog , I tweaked your idea a bit but it's still cute af

Warnings: angsty at the beginning, becomes fluffier the more you read. Graphic description of violence and injury. War themes. König is probably OOC.

On AO3

It's quiet. Not the sort of quiet that is paired with a late summer night, or heavy rain pouring outside.

It's the sort of quietness that follows the end of a difficult mission, where the intel was almost entirely wrong, risks were taken and mistakes were made. Lives were lost. It's heavy, pregnant, suffocating.

The common room is occupied by those in the team who came back and didn't need to be strapped in bandages and forced to remain in a gurney for the near future.

Those who didn't are the cause of that silence.

This silence is loud, but not as loud as the thoughts of those who sit there, replaying every step they made, wondering if they were the cause of everything that went to crap.

Inwardly, they know that not one of them is fully responsible, it was a pileup of many things, most of them unavoidable. But the thoughts remain, and they won't go away for a few days.

If I had checked the intel more closely.

If I had paid more attention to the layout of the building.

If I had found better maps.

If I had been a bit faster.

If I had been stronger.

If I had called for them sooner.

If I had-

Horangi got up and excused himself, heading to the showers.

A cold shower sounds nice, you think.

Aksel was in the furthest corner of the room, reading the instructions written by the doctor. He has read the same five lines over and over again without actually reading them, finding himself interrupted by his own thoughts.

You rest your back on the sofa with a groan, using a pillow to support your head, your bandaged arm finding solace on your stomach. The stitches hurt like a bitch, but you refuse to take the analgesics just yet - you are going to save them for when it becomes unbearable, like you always do.

You instinctively turn your head to look at König, who was sitting across from you on a chair - König's chair, lovingly called that by the team because it was the only one that didn't groan in protest when he sat on it - but you can't see his eyes. His arms are crossed over his chest and his face is cast downwards.

What you would give to see a glimpse of his eyes now, just a glimpse would lift your mood significantly. It always works. Just a glimpse will be enough to lift the suffocating fog in your mind.

He looks up, sensing your stare. Your eyes meet and you twitch your mouth in what you hope is a smile. It doesn't reach your eyes.

He looks down again, uncrossing his arms and supporting his elbows on his knees.

The corner of your mouth falls again. At least you got your glimpse. You know you shouldn't - couldn't - ask for more; there is no relationship between you two, besides being comrades in arms, team partners.

Oh, but how you wish there was one.

He occupied your thoughts from the moment you met him. First, with amazement and respect for his sheer volume and killing abilities. But the more you knew him, the more you thought of him as a gentle giant. You slowly learned to read his moods despite hiding his face beneath his hood, and to appreciate the few moments where he would comment on things.

The first time he complimented you - for a timely shot between the eyes at an enemy -, his voice was akin to a hiena, his eyes wild like a beast's and war-fueled adrenaline pumping in his veins. He looked and sounded like an ancient war god, an entity brought from hell to bring death and chaos into this world.

The second time he complimented you - for somehow managing to make him lose balance and throw him on his back during sparring -, he sounded breathless, amazed, proud of your progress. The corners of his eyes crinkled, a drop of sweat - you made him break into a sweat!! - disappearing into his hood.

Both times, he made your skin break into goosebumps, and a warm tingly sensation run through your whole body, settling in your lower stomach. You had it for him, bad. You hoped you were able to hide it from him. If there is something you've learned with the time you spent around him, was how certain social interactions and situations made him very uncomfortable.

You couldn't see him ever reciprocating your feelings. Well, you did in your late night fantasies, once you were snuggled up, warm and cozy, and let your mind wander.

You were letting your mind wander again, but the sofa wasn't your bed, and your bruised ribs were reminding you so. You attempted to sit up, but all your muscles protested and you swallowed a groan.

Looking around, you realized that König was the only one left in the room. You hadn't noticed everyone else had left - likely to the showers or the barracks.

Your eyes set on König, who hadn't moved from his position, and realized you now had a perfectly good reason to talk to him. Trying your best to ignore the butterflies in your stomach, you wet your lips with your tongue before speaking up.

"König, uh," you nearly jumped at how squeaky your voice came out, and again when his eyes immediately found your face, even though you perceived no movement from the rest of his body, "can... can you help me sit up?"

He blinked at you once, twice, before raising from his chair and approaching the sofa. He bent over at half his height, his shadow engulfing you completely as he carefully placed a hand behind your shoulders, and his hand taking your uninjured one. His movements were calculated, careful, as if you were made out of the finest crystal. One more reason to feel amazed by him, you thought.

Once you sat up with a groan, his shadow receded, but you didn't let go of his hand. König looked at it and then at your face, finding you staring into his eyes. He felt himself shrink under your gaze, his heartbeat loud in his ears.

"...I," you begin, and he stills, trying to resist the urge to glance at your lips, "I hadn't had the chance before, to thank you for saving me back there..."

You had been tackled by a man as big as a fucking wardrobe, who tried to stab you in the side when he had you pinned against a wall. You used your arm to block the hit and your handgun to shoot him close range, once, twice, but it seemed like bullets had no effect on him. He pulled out the knife and grabbed you by the throat, cutting off your pained scream. Your body collided with the floor and he braced for the final stab, when his weight disappeared from above you.

König had stabbed him in the back and lifted him like a ragdoll, throwing him down on his knee effectively breaking his back, before slamming him on the floor and stomping on his neck. Pain invaded your senses, a ringing whistle permeated your ears, but you saw his eyes.

Murderous. Enraged.

When he turned to you, his eyes were fretting, anxious. Caring. You would be lying if you said that didn't make you feel good.

König remained silent for a few moments. You don't expect to get an answer anyway, just a short nod before he continued on with his day. Or perhaps a scolding for being careless and having him save you when you should've been able to get off that situation by yourself. You honestly preferred the nod.

Instead, what came from behind his hood surprised you.

"... I was too slow to get him off you," his voice was almost a mumble, and you had trouble registering what he had said, "and now you're hurt..."

You blinked at him and smiled, tugging his hand a little until he got the hint and sat down next to you. The sofa groaned under his weight and dipped slightly, causing your body to tilt closer to his. Hopefully, he wouldn't hear how loud your heart thumped against your ribcage from being so close to the object of your affections.

"Well, if I was stronger, he wouldn't have been able to tackle me in the first place," you countered, keeping your voice as quiet as his. You noticed his eyes shifting from your arm to your eyes, searching for a lie.

He didn't find any, and that bothered him.

"You are strong, maus," his brow tightened and his voice dipped a reproachful tune, as if the fact that you thought yourself to be weak had offended him, "I should know, I train with you."

"Well, yeah," you grinned, your voice sarcastic, "and I only managed to tackle you one out of twelve tries."

A groan left his throat, and he was about to counter again, when you interrupted him.

"And you were faster than anyone, faster than him, and he was on top of me," you squeezed his hand, "if it weren't for you, I'd be a goner."

He quieted and looked down at your hands, and you wanted to think that the thought of you dying upset him, but dismissed it as wishful thinking on your part.

It wasn't. There were no words in the English language or his own to express the pain that enclosed his heart at the mere thought of you dying. Or the terror that flooded his veins when he saw you pinned to the floor by the neck by that massive man, who was ready to strike a lethal blow. Or the relief that washed over him when you sat up, coughing and clutching your bloody arm, alive.

His silence unnerved you a little, but he didn't let go of your hand like you had expected, and you wrote it down as a good sign. You hesitantly brought his hand to your lap, and held it with both hands, being mindful not to move your arm too much. He followed your entwined hands with his eyes, raising them to your face when you spoke again.

"I will be stronger next time," it was a promise to both him and yourself. You would be stronger and handle a similar situation by yourself.

His massive hands squeezed yours tenderly, engulfing you in warmth - or was that you blushing from head to toe? You refused to look away from your hands, feeding on his initiative to hold you so carefully, and hiding your flushed face from him. König had other plans, though, as his free hand cupped your chin and raised it, making you look into his eyes.

"And I will be faster," his voice dripped with sincerity, "I won't let them get to my maus that easily again."

My maus.

You could drown in the intensity of his stare. His eyes bore into yours, then flicked down to your lips. You were sure that he could listen to your heartbeat now.

You wet your lips and leaned in closer. The hand on your lap raised yours to his face, under the hood. His face was warm under your fingertips, the stubble brushing your skin. The hand under your chin moved to your neck, his long fingers circling it and bringing you even closer.

Your nose pressed against his, his hood being the only barrier, and you shut your eyes, blindly searching for his lips beneath it. He exhaled sharply - a chuckle? - and caressed your cheek with his thumb.

"Keep your eyes closed, maus," the bass of his voice made you shiver as you nodded. You felt the brush of the fabric on your skin as the hood was lifted, and before you had time to process it, a pair of warm, scarred lips claimed yours.

You swallowed a moan as you opened your mouth to the kiss. His tongue found yours and his quiet groan rattled your bones. You tried to press yourself closer to him to deepen the kiss, but your ribs protested and you settled back. He caught on your intention and pressed himself to you instead, the hand that was previously on your lap finding its way to your back, supporting you.

You both needed to breathe eventually, and you panted once you broke the kiss. He didn't move back an inch, though, his lips brushing yours as he spoke.

"...We should stop... You're hurt..."

Your eyes were still shut, but you could feel the intensity of his stare, boring right into your skull.

"...We don't have to go any further than this," you protested, a pout unknowingly making its way to your lips, "I just don't want to stop..."

Had you had your eyes open, you would seen the way König's smile took over his face, blissfully happy to hear you. "...Let's find a more comfortable place, then." That said, he pulled down his hood and helped you off the sofa, his hand never leaving your back. You wrapped your uninjured arm around his middle, smiling up at him. He revelled on your flushed face, knowing his was just as red.

"Sie haben keine Ahnung," he murmured, placing a kiss on your forehead from behind his hood, "wie lange ich damit gewartet habe..."

You blinked up at him, your smile only widening as you spoke, "You will have to teach me what that means."

König agreed with a snort and led you out of the common room, down the hallways towards the barracks.

Aksel watched you both go, still sitting on his chair at the furthest corner of the room, having gone completely unnoticed by the two of you this whole time.

"...Fuckin' finally," he grumbled, looking back down to the piece of paper in his hand, trying to decipher the last line of the doctor's horrid handwriting, "took them long enough."

[tuttifuckinfruttifriday]

Yandere!Chuck/God (SPN) would include:

Warnings: yandere!/dark themes Ig, ooc probably

Note: just a small something to get back into writing and finally publish some drafts

-

Him making people in your life disappear as soon as he sees something good that he doesn’t have in them, or if you love them a lot. Don’t worry! They’re not gone forever..

He’ll do that to anybody, when I say everybody, I mean he’ll do it to your mom, dad, sibling… Anybody. Even your pet if you love them a lot. He wants you all to himself, he’s extremely selfish.

Oh you want to enjoy something alone? Nope.

He’ll give you everything, though the only things he won’t do are making you as powerful as him or ‘disappear’ from your life.

Narcissistic af tbh, doesn’t think one bit that you’d be better off without him.

Him being super clingy, even though he won’t admit it.

He’s always watching you, even when you think he isn’t. He’s God for f’s sake.

[eyra]

20 questions for Fic Writers

thank you to everyone who tagged me and I'm sorry it's taken me a month to do this.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

25 plus a few that I've posted anonymously. bonus points if anyone ever finds them.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

348,031

3. What fandoms do you write for?

just HP/marauders these days

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

A Brief History of Dragons - people like this Remus I think.

Beneath a Big Blue Sky - my love letter to Yorkshire.

Statten Park - an old one but I do actually still like this, it's a lot of fun.

Sunshine on Leith - can we knock this out of the top five already please.

And a Hedgehog in a Pine Tree - I'm so surprised that this is here, it's such an inconsequential little thing. people like Christmas I suppose.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

oh god I try I really do, every email that comes through with a new comment makes my day but I'm terrible for leaving them all unanswered in my inbox. I'm sorry to everyone who has ever left a comment that I haven't responded to.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

The Proctor House for sure. A Winter, Forever Ago is pretty bleak too.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

most of them! probably the most joyous is something like Beneath a Big Blue Sky because you've been on a decent journey to get there. that goose threatening everyone's happiness and all.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

not really. one comment I do get sometimes is that the way I write Remus/Sirius is OOC and yes I agree, it absolutely is. Remus in Beneath a Big Blue Sky has nothing to do with e.g. Remus in Ullswater. those men have never even met in a bathroom. James in A Brief History of Dragons is an arsehole compared to living legend James in Beneath a Big Blue Sky. Sirius in Statten Park is a complete stranger to Sirius in Heartstones. none of them, really, have much to do with their canon counterparts. just bits here and there but I haven't read the HP books in well over a decade and I don't really remember what these characters are actually like beyond the surface-level stuff, so a lot of what I write is fairly OOC. it's all done knowingly and intentionally and I'm not going to change that.

9. Do you write smut. If so, what kind?

oh gosh a little bit a little bit. please understand that I'm a repressed Englishwoman and I'm trying my hardest. Seventeen Hours and Statten Park are both fairly smutty. I'd like to write more but I'm awkward af.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

no not really my thing but I do like to take other stories and plonk marauders characters into similar worlds - Ullswater was very much inspired by If We Were Villains.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

no but people keep nabbing them to get them printed and then apparently sell them? so actually maybe yes. grow up.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

no because I'm a control freak and I don't allow my work to be replicated. sorry about it. I think people have done it for personal offline projects though and that's absolutely fine.

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

back in the day I used to co-write with my then-partner but it was just bits and pieces, not full fics. again, I'm a control freak so I'd struggle with this. I need to get my own way always.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

right so I should say Remus/Sirius but honestly... Remus/James just reaches places other pairings simply cannot. so it's a toss up.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

oh god how long have you got. I think one of the reasons I dislike Sunshine on Leith so much is because I put that stupid note at the end promising a third part in a few weeks. that was in 2020 and I've still not done it. help.

16. What are your writing strengths?

description, particularly when it comes to: natural landscapes, buildings, food, weather. I think I'm alright at witty dialogue too.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

actually writing anything down. also action, can't do action to save my life.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I don't think I've done it but I'd give it a go.

19. First Fandom you wrote for?

I think it was LOTR and yes it probably still exists somewhere on an old desktop computer at my dad's house and yes that thought keeps me up at night.

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

The Proctor House and Beneath a Big Blue Sky

[theangiediary]

angie you cant just drop dobby in the tags of a post and walk off like nothings happened i'm sorry

dean going for bobby bc john isn't interested is a sexy af take... how do you think bobby reacts to dean propositioning him like that? 👀 serious and horny answers both welcome

Scenario 1:

Post John's death, Dean is losing it while the boys stay at Bobby's, and Sam gets so overwhelmed he has to get away for the night, and Dean shows up drunk at Bobby's bedroom door (or kisses him while "working" on Baby). Bobby is shocked and rejects him, Dean walks away, hour later Bobby is so worried he seeks out Dean and fingerbangs him until he comes/cries. It's not good sex. They do not cuddle after, but Bobby bear hugs him.

If Bobby tries to ask if John ever.. did.. That. Anything. to Dean.. he can't really answer and Bobby's left wondering/suspecting.

But John really didn't. The fact that Bobby (and later Victor, and demons, and probably others along the way think so) makes Dean feel god awful. What it says about him and dad and this nagging knowledge that if dad asked he would have...

Scenario 2:

Dean's genuinely into Bobby (but it's still kinda about John). Either preseries AU or sufficient time after his death, Dean goes to Bobby because he likes him, he enjoys spending time with him. Bobby hasn't seen the boys since they were little, and damn Dean grew up pretty. Dean's already got this kind of association with Bobby's as a place where he can be "free" or more normal, and there's a little naughty "getting away with something dad wouldn't approve of" feeling (playing ball instead of shooting, eating a full meal without serving Sam first, etc). As adults, Bobby treats them more as equals, and while they all take hunting seriously, there seems to be a more "this is a job you do and not Who You Are" approach. Less angst at least.

There would still be a need for approval, for Dean. Praise and love. Maybe some spankies.

Either way, I see Bobby as like a Kinsey 1 (mostly straight), but almost a little obligated to Dean and also hey he has eyes.. While Dean's orientation is. Less relevant because of the incest.

I feel like these are the two approaches to Daddy kink: getting it from a parent stand in (even if they were awful, or didn't actually do any Bad Touch, kind of Scenerio 1 here) or getting it from the opposite, more of a "healing inner child" situation (Scenerio 2). And then of course there's the horny ooc porn Scenerio 3, where Dean's everyone's cumdump; Bobby, Rufus, random truckers, dirty cops, etc. Just a hole for bad men to relieve themselves in.

[aaronpaceluvbot]

song lyrics (aaron x reader)

summary: in which you have a slight fight with Drum over your favorite practice room. you need it to practice your music and he needs it to practice whatever it is he does, but Aaron finds out and comes to your rescue. 

before you read: this is probably the most self indulgent fic i’ve ever written, forgive any inaccuracies. i'm assuming aaron can play piano because my school only lets you play percussion if you can play piano, school starts at 6:45 for me so it does in this fic as well, LOWKEY OOC AARON…, voice teachers are scary af , READER IS FEM, written in honor of me having a recital in a week and i am in fact losing my voice, DRUM APPEARS AND LIKE THE THING IS IS THAT I DONT REMEMBER WHO’S WHO SO HE’S JUST REFERRED TO AS DRUM , this flows so weirdly sorry yall i promise i had an outline , this is like the 20th fic that reader cries in (reader is so me.), i didn’t wince as much while writing the affection (PROGRESS!!!), THIS IS  NOT PROOFREADDD  reader is implied to be in choir and not in play an instrument anymore, SOME MUSICAL TERMS?? if you’re confused about them I Will Add Explanations. 

WC: 6.2k words. holy moly. 

songs referenced that are good to listen to:

sebben crudele

ah! tardai troppo

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You always tried to get to school early to make use of the practice rooms especially since everyone seemed to want to use them at that time. You especially needed to practice considering the fact that you had a rehearsal today with your accompanist and you hadn’t practiced at all for it. You found that arguably the best practice room was open so you placed your stuff in there and tried to quickly get your binder and your anthology book for lessons. You noticed a person standing in front of the room. He notices you as well. “Are you using it?��� He asks, looking at you expectantly.

“Yeah? My stuff is already in there,” you tell him, clutching your binder. If he really wanted to fight about a practice room at 6 in the morning, he could if he wanted to. You would gladly give it up if he was going to keep it going, but you’d make practicing absolute hell for him. 

“Well I need to use it to record something for an assignment,” he says, clearly expecting you to give up the practice room. You roll your eyes at him. He really couldn’t have used one of the other open practice rooms? Sure their acoustics were horrible in comparison to this one, but your stuff was already in there! 

“I needed to use it to practice something for voice lessons,” you respond, raising your binder and book up. He looks at it, confused. 

“Can’t you do that somewhere else?” He asks, giving you a look of disdain. You roll your eyes and decide to end the conversation. When you said you’d make practicing hell for him, you weren’t joking. You enter the practice room next to his and you pull out your sheet music. After doing some light hums and lip trills, you pull out a couple arias from your book. Quickly taking a sip of water, you sing a couple scales. Your voice seemed to be in good condition today. Perfect. You decide on the easier of the two arias to avoid straining your voice - Sebben Crudele. You sing through it to see if you had it memorized and thankfully you did! This would help you avoid the wrath of your voice teacher. You were going through the rough patches of the song when you heard a knock on the door. You look through the window and see the guy from earlier.

You open the door and give him a confused look. He clears his throat. “Do you mind keeping it down? Everytime I record my part check, I hear more of you than I hear myself!” He’s cut off by the sound of yelling down the hall.

“DRUM. DRUM. DRUM I SWEAR TO GOD.” You both look to see where the voice is coming from and you see the source coming this way. It was a brunette boy who looked outraged at the guy who knocked on your door. You both look at him confused. Why was he calling out for a drum???

“Aaron what’s wrong???” The guy asked, looking confused. 

“Tell me why I found your crumpled up sheet music on the floor covered in spit,” Aaron says, clearly pissed. He gives you a look and then Drum?? one as well. “Is he bothering you?” He asks. You sigh and nod. 

“She was bothering me! She kept like making all these high pitched noises!” Drum?? says, looking at you as if you committed a war crime. 

“This is what happens when you make the wrong person mad,” you mutter, rolling your eyes at the dude in front of you. Aaron sighs at the exchange. 

“Do you mean singing?” He asks him, giving him a dirty look.

“Yeah! That thing!! Can’t you do that anywhere?? So she doesn’t really need the practice room!” Drum tried arguing. 

“You can also play your little instruments anywhere, but I’m not complaining about that,” you retort.

“Aaron!! Do Something!!” He says. The boy rolls his eyes.

“Just leave her alone. She has a point. What’s your name?” Aaron asks, turning to you. You tell him your name and he nods. “If he keeps bothering you, or if any of the drumline bothers you, come to me and I’ll set things straight.” You nod at his comment, amused that he’d even say something like that. He was probably a section leader, you thought, judging by the way he commanded that guy to leave you alone. He reminded you of one of your old section leaders. You leave it at that and shut the door and continue practicing. 

Aaron sighed as he dragged Drum away from the practice rooms and into the band room. He gave him the dirtiest of looks. “Why would you embarrass us like that?” He asks, rubbing his temples as Drum struggled to come up with an explanation. “You know what Wiley said, to leave the vocalists alone if they’re practicing. They need the practice rooms just as much as we do.”

“Yeah but she was so loud! She was louder than me trying to play the part check!” He whines. Aaron does the thing that you do to dogs to get them to calm down. He pokes his neck with two fingers. 

“If she’s louder than your playing, then that’s your issue. An instrument playing at forte will always be louder than someone singing forte,” he grumbles, obviously fed up with his antics. This wasn’t the first time that a spat between Drum and a vocalist occurred. “Just practice elsewhere. Practice here for god’s sake.” Aaron decides to walk out of the room, but stay nearby to see if he actually practices. He does not. He let out a loud exhale as he tried to come up with a prank to use to get Drum to practice productively. The bell rang and interrupted his thinking. 

You let out a sigh as the bell rang. You didn’t want to go to class and would much rather practice your music. Instead of putting your belongings back into the choir room, you decided to just put them in your backpack. As you exited, he called out your name. You turn to face him and greet him with a smile. “Thanks for earlier,” you say, fidgeting with your hands.

He nods. “It was nothing.” The two of you walk in awkward silence until you exit the music hallway. 

“So what class are you headed to?” You ask him as you both go the same way.

“Poetry.” “Do you like it?” You ask. He didn’t seem like the type to take poetry in the first place, but we all have our interests.

“I think it’s a good outlet for me, even though I wasn’t the biggest fan of it when I took the class. I only took it because my counselor said I couldn’t take a different class.” You nod at his words. You had beef with your counselor so you understand why he felt that way. “What class are you going to?” He asks, looking you straight in the eye. You only realized this now, but he was really attractive. You brush it off and continue the conversation. You can talk about him to your friends later. 

“English,” you say, shuddering. He gives you a confused look.

“Who do you have?”

“Williams.” He makes a face that could only be described as pure loathing.

“Well I’m sorry for your loss. I hated her when I had her.” 

“I always feel horrible for the classes near us whenever she goes on one of her rants,” you murmur, thinking back to the time that she got really pissed about a kid’s essay and threw a heavy metal water bottle. 

“No yeah, my poetry class is right next door and every time she starts going on a tangent, my teacher just tells us to brace ourselves and he plays music,” he says, almost amused. You nod and let out a laugh. The two of you walk in silence to the English wing and separate once you two get to your respective classes. But before the two of you enter your respective classes he stops you. You give him a confused look.

“Is something wrong?” You ask, tilting your head. He shakes his head with a smile. “No, just hand me your phone,” he says, sticking his hand out.

“Didn’t think you’d be the type to ask for my number so soon,” you joke, obviously keeping your phone away from him. He laughs as you try to keep him from getting it.

“Well then, if you don’t want my number, then I guess you’ll have to fall victim to all the band kids who are gonna bother you in the practice rooms,” he says, shrugging and getting ready to leave.

“Wait! Aaron, no!” You say, grabbing his hand and placing your phone in it. He lets out a chuckle at how you caved. He puts his number into your phone and sends himself a text. He pulls out his phone and checks to see if it sent. It did. 

“If any band kids pester you again, just text me and I’ll gladly come to your rescue,” he says, smirking at you. 

“Thanks for the offer Prince Charming, but I don’t think you’ll have to.”

“Oh so you think I’m charming?” He asks, raising his eyebrows at you. You shake your head and try to hide your laughter as you head to class, but he stops you again. “What class do you have after this?”

“Math…”

“With who?” 

“Miller…”

“We’re in the same class.”

“What? How have I not noticed you?” You ask him, trying to recall if he ever was in your class.

“I don’t know, but I knew you looked familiar earlier. Let’s walk to math together afterwards?” You nod and finally get into your classroom just before the bell rang.

—

You wait for Aaron outside of your classroom. The door to his class is still closed, but right as you’re about to leave, the door swings open. He comes out of class, eyes scanning the area, looking for you. He smiles when he sees that you waited for him. “Glad that you didn’t forget about our little plan,” he says, walking next to you. 

“How could I? It’s not everyday that you talk to Mr. Prince Charming himself,” you say, laughing at your own joke. 

“If anything, Peter’s Prince Charming. I think I’m more of a Derek Charming,” he says shrugging. 

“Like from Ever After High?” You ask, looking amused.

“Yeah, that one.” 

“What do you know about Ever After High?” You tease.

“I’ll have you know that I watch it with my little sister,” he says, sticking his hands up in defense. A thought pops into your head.

“Wait, so where do you sit in math? I still don’t know how I didn't notice that you were in my class.”

“I’m like all the way in the back corner by the door.” You nod. 

“That’s a really good seat. I got stuck sitting by her desk. But looking out the windows is really nice, if she actually leaves the blinds open.” You both snicker at your comment. Your teacher was infamous for having an insanely dark classroom that everyone fell asleep in. Her blinds were always closed and her lights would always be off and instead, she would only have fairy lights on. You both entered the class and you both chatted at his spot until the bell rang. You wandered off to your desk and sat there, getting your things out.

“Ok class! I have a bad headache right now, so you guys can just do these practice problems with a partner and just check them with the answer key by the end of class,” she said, handing out sheets of paper. You turn to look for a partner and realize that your friend was absent today. You sigh and figure that you’ll just work alone on it. When you get ready to start the first problem, you notice a figure standing by your desk. You look up and see Aaron.

“Wanna be my partner?” He asks and you nod. You follow him to his seat and pull up a chair. He’s actually pretty good at math which is nice since math is definitely one of your weak spots. The two of you make small talk until he asks an interesting question. “Would you want to hypothetically help me pull a prank?” You raise an eyebrow. 

“On who?” “The guy from earlier. He’s in my section and he’s been causing some trouble lately and I need to keep him in line somehow.” You nod at his reasoning. It makes sense, but you’ve never heard of anyone pulling pranks to keep anyone in line. The worst thing a section leader has done in choir was probably just throw a stand with someone’s binder and music in it but that was different from a prank. 

“I’ll think about it. I just need more details, you know?” He nods. “What would you even do?” He says something regarding his drum. “But how would I be involved?”

“I just need you to do your thing and sing your little heart out. That shouldn’t be too difficult right?” You let out a small laugh at his question.

“It shouldn’t be. Any suggestions on what I should be singing?” You ask jokingly. But he seems to take it seriously.

“Do you have your music on you?” You nod and pull out your anthology book and hand it to him. He reads the title. 

“Coloratura arias for soprano. Neat.” He flips through the book, examining the music. He places the book between the two of you so you both can get a look. You already knew the contents of the book, so you chose to observe him. He grimaced as he looked at a page. 

“What’s wrong?” You ask, trying to see what page he was on. It was a page from the aria “Ah! Tardai Troppo”. All the melismas must’ve been what he was referencing. “Nothing. Your music just looks intimidating. But I think you should sing this one.” He gently shuts the book and hands it to you. Your hands brush for a split second. You’re definitely going to tell your friends about him. You put your book away in your bag and continue on with the math problems. 

— 

Later in the day, you walk to the music hallway with a skip in your step after your interactions with Aaron. He’s really sweet and funny and just… he’s amazing. You go to find your voice teacher in the choir room, but you see her speaking to Garth. Garth was one of your closest friends as you often kept him company when he wasn’t busy accompanying any of the choirs. Both of them looked concerned and only looked even more worried when they both saw you. “Did someone die?” You ask, looking around. No one else was there except for the three of you.

“No, it’s not that. I’m afraid I won’t be able to accompany you during solo/ensemble night. Something personal came up,” Garth says. You nod in understanding. Whatever it was, you hope that he’s ok. “It’s ok Garth! I just need to find someone else to accompany me right?” You ask, looking between the two of them. Your voice teacher nods and Garth clears his throat.

“Yep! And in fact, I think I have the perfect person for you. Do you know Aaron? Aaron Pace?” Garth asks. You nod. “I’m sure he’d be willing to accompany you. In fact, I think he has lunch this hour so you could ask him right now and you could give him my music as well.” He hands you the sheet music. 

“I’ll go hunt him down!” You say, giving a mock salute to the two of them. You exit the choir room and head into the practice rooms. You send Aaron a quick text. 

where are you?

He responds just as fast. 

practice rooms, why?

You sigh

i need to meet with you, it’s important. 

meet me in the big piano practice room. i’m already there. 

You circle around the practice rooms and find the one he was talking about. He was sitting on the piano bench on his phone and looking up. His eyes brightened when he saw you and he let out a chuckle when you tried to pull open the heavy door. “What’s up?” He asks, looking concerned after seeing the look on your face.

“I kind of have a favor to ask you. It’s fine if you don’t want to, but basically I need an accompanist for solo ensemble night and mine kind of bailed and he told me to ask you if you could be my accompanist,” you sputter out. He nods, deep in thought.

“I mean sure, why not? Solo ensemble night is like, a month away right?” You nod. “That should be enough time for me to learn the music. Do you have it with you?” You murmur something that seemed like a response and you handed him the sheet music. “Oh nice. This is the song we were looking at earlier, and most of it looks easy enough to learn in like 30 minutes or so. Tell you what, since we’re both a little occupied with our little prank today, when I get home I’ll learn it and if I can learn it pretty quickly, I’ll send you a text and you can come over. If not, we can just run it tomorrow during lunch.” “Yep! That sounds good. Thank you so much for agreeing to this even though I kinda just sprang it onto you,” you say sheepishly. 

“Well I’ll be off now. Good luck with whatever his name is.” He laughs at your comment and you walk out. Little did you know, he only agreed to it because it was you. 

—

Later in the day, you get a text from Aaron. 

i finished learning it. there were only a couple tricky spots, so you can come over now. here’s my address - xxxx

You read through the text and type out a response

would you mind picking me up? It’s totally fine if you can’t, my car’s just getting an oil change right now

You hear the chime of a notification

what's your address? i’ll be omw

You send him your address. After 15 minutes or so you hear the doorbell ring. You grab your things and then head downstairs to look through the peephole. You see him standing there. You open the door. “Hi,” you say, feeling immediately awkward after saying it.

“Hi,” he says back. It takes 5 seconds of awkward silence before the two of you burst out in laughter. “So are you ready to go?” He asks, fiddling with his hands.

“Mhm!! Let me just lock the door real quick and then we can go.” You exit the house and try to lock the door. You stand there, trying to hold all your things while trying to put the key into the lock and Aaron takes your music from you when he notices you struggling. You thank him and you both get into his car, with him opening the door for you. You two both sit in comfortable silence as he drives to his house. You both get out and he uses his house keys to get inside. He gives you a slight tour and leads you to the room where his piano is. He grabs a stand nearby and hands it to you. You decide to break the silence. 

“How was it?” You ask, and he hums in response as he’s setting up his music. He freezes like a deer in headlights. 

“How was what?” 

“Learning the music,” you say, deciding to copy him and set up your music as well. He nods at your response. You notice that he hasn’t responded and has what seems to be a thinking face. 

“It wasn’t horrible,” Aaron says, shrugging. You laugh at his response. “What? It wasn’t!” 

“I’m not laughing at you, I’m laughing at how long it took for you to come up with a response,” you say, covering your mouth before your laughter turned into a fit of giggles. 

“You are the absolute worst,” he says jokingly, making an exaggerated sighing noise and marking something in his music. 

“But you love me for it!” You say, mimicking his actions. He rolls his eyes at you and clears his throat. 

“Is there anything that you do that isn’t written in the music?” He asks, picking his pencil up.

“There’s a few ritardandos and other things, but we could just go through the piece and fix it as we go,” you say, flipping through your music. A question lies on the tip of your tongue, but you decide not to ask. Aaron can tell that you were thinking about something though based off of your facial expression. 

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I was just curious about why you asked that,” you admit.

“Because I’m accompanying you… It’s not my first time doing this,” he says, laughing at your dumbfounded expression. “You’re the soloist, not me. I’ll always be sure to watch you and follow you.” 

“How? Are you gonna practice or something?” You tease, laughing at your own joke. 

“I wouldn’t mind doing so if it was you,” he retorts. “But if that’s all, then that should be fine. We should be able to get started.” 

You nod and you take a swig of water from your water bottle. He plays the intro to the piece. It goes shockingly well considering that he just learnt the piece and that you hadn’t practiced much, but you eventually get to the end of whatever good luck the two of you had. You got to a very painful melisma with way too many accidentals to count which made it hard to stay in key. 

[a melisma is basically a riff - it’s singing multiple notes on one syllable]. 

Aaron makes a face and stops playing when your voice trails off. “What happened?” He asks, looking genuinely concerned.

“Nothing! I’m fine, I just psyched myself out a little bit with that part. I think I just need to review it really slowly really quickly,” you say, shuddering at the fact. Normally you could sing it in front of literally anyone, but why were you scared to sing it in front of Aaron? He wasn’t going to blow up at you or anything for not being able to sing it.

“No yeah, I get that,” he says, nodding at your comment. 

“It’s just embarrassing that I messed up,” you say sheepishly, choosing to fiddle with a corner of your sheet music.

“Don’t worry about it, you sounded great,” he says, turning to face you and giving you what seems to be a genuine smile. You nod and murmur a quick thank you. “So do you want me to play your part for you, or do you want to play it?”

“I can play it.” With that, he scoots over on the piano bench and gives you space to sit. You play your starting note and hum it. You try to make your way through the melisma, but it’s been a while since you had to play an instrument. Aaron notices you struggling after a few rough attempts. 

“Here, let me,” he says, so quietly that it was almost a whisper. He gently removes your hands from the keys and instead places his on the keys. With his free hand, he places your hands on top of his and slowly breaks it down for you, letting you control the tempo. After doing this a few times, he looks at you expectantly. “Do you feel better?” He asks, turning to face you. 

He looks you straight in the eye. You nod and quickly get up from the bench, trying to hide the flustered look on your face. You think he doesn’t and the rest of the rehearsal goes smoothly. Afterwards, you both make arrangements to meet up again and rehearse before solo ensemble night. 

—

After a few more rehearsals, you became much more comfortable performing with Aaron. In fact, you became so comfortable that instead of having productive rehearsals, you’d spend the time mostly talking. You both leaned towards each other to listen to what the other would say. The two of you would talk about small things, like new music that you got or just about your day. But this rehearsal was different. You had been on the brink of losing your voice due to the fact that you’d been overusing it lately, but you tried not to let that get the best of you. You kept running through the piece with him over and over again, but it kept getting harder and harder to get up there. Eventually it got to a point where nothing would come out. When he couldn’t hear your voice, he turned to look at you, but all he saw was you taking deep breaths with teary eyes.

Aaron didn’t know what possessed him, but he immediately got up and went to you. As he got closer, he realized that you started crying harder and started sniffling as well. He starts trying to calm you down, but you decide to wrap your arms around him. He holds you and tries to soothe you as your tears keep coming and eventually they come to a stop. “Are you alright? What happened?” He asks as you pull away from him and just stare. He’s surprised when your voice comes out hoarse and raspy. 

“Nothing. I just needed to shut up for a little bit, go on vocal rest, you know? And I was stupid and I chose to ignore it and it just-” You say, trailing off. He nods and opens his arms towards you, giving you a silent offer for a hug. You accept it and he rubs your back as you try to keep calm.

“You don’t need to push yourself. Solo ensemble night is going to go well, don’t worry about it,” he murmurs as you choose to bury your head in his shoulder. He pats your head and is eventually able to coax all the negative feelings out of you. That night, you realized one thing. You absolutely and positively have a thing for Mr. Aaron Pace.

—

That night you decided that you needed to tell someone about what happened and what you should do. You were in absolute shambles. You didn’t know what to do. If you told him about your feelings and destroyed the friendship the two of you had, you didn’t know what you’d do. You decided to call Cadence since she’d probably know the most about him in the first place. 

Your phone rang a few times until Cadence answered. You had science with her and the two of you became friends due to the fact that you two both came to class when there were no other seats open, so you both just ended up sitting next to each other. “Hi!! What’s up?” Cadence asks, angling her camera until you could only see her forehead and her eyes. You laugh at her and take a screenshot to annoy her with later. “Why’d you screenshot it?” She asks, zooming out to give you a dirty look.

“No reason,” you say, smirking. “But seriously I wanna ask you about something.” “I’m all ears,” she says, placing her phone on her bed and staring directly into the camera.

“Ew… Don’t do that…” You say, covering your eyes and exaggeratedly shuddering at her actions. “Fine, but what is it that you wanted to talk about?”

“I think I have a crush on someone-” “Who? Is it Aaron?” She asks, wiggling her eyebrows. Your jaw drops. Was it that obvious? “It wasn’t… Actually it kinda was, but if he hasn’t said anything about it yet, then I’d say that he thinks highly of you at least. If he didn’t, he probably would’ve told you to drop it or to stop talking to him.”

“I said that out loud?” You ask, looking confused. She nods.

“Mhm. But seriously, I think you have a chance. Maybe all you need to do is tell him!” “But what if I ruin our friendship by doing that?”

“Well, do the benefits outweigh the risks? Because if you’re really worried about ruining the friendship or something, just ask yourself that before doing so. Other than that, I don’t know what to tell you.” You proceed to tell her about the incident and what happened and she gives the same insight. “He’s blunt. He’s not gonna act like that just because. In fact, I’m surprised he even agreed to being your accompanist in the first place. But there’s a first for everything, so I say you should just go for it.” With that, your conversation with Cadence ends. You let out a loud exhale as you let yourself fall onto your bed. You truly didn’t know what to do. 

—

You decided the best way to deal with this was to distance yourself from him. Cadence was right, you needed to be able to weigh both the pros and cons before confessing. You needed to clear your head, and you knew that you wouldn’t be able to do that if you kept talking to him. Your walk to class felt lonely without him and you felt your heart ache when you passed him in the hallway. He tried to wave to you, but you flat-out ignored him. After English, you made sure to take a different route to your shared math class. This routine continued until solo ensemble night. 

—

When the night came, you paced anxiously backstage. You were ready to get this over with and be free from your thoughts of Aaron. However, he didn’t make it easy. You were busy watching someone’s performance on stage and didn’t notice him walking over and standing next to you. Someone clearing their throat catches your attention. “You know, you shouldn’t be doing that. It messes with your voice,” you say, not realizing who you were speaking to.

“But I’m not singing,” he says. You turn and finally notice who’s next to you. 

“Aaron?” You ask, mouth open in shock. You didn’t think he’d willingly talk to you after you tried distancing yourself from him. 

“Did I do something to you? Did I cross a line during that one rehearsal? If I did something, please tell me. I can’t have you ignoring me like this, especially not when I feel- nevermind,” he murmurs, all of it coming out at once.

“You didn’t do anything. It was just me being stupid,” you mutter, rubbing your temples in embarrassment.

“Whatever it was, it probably wasn’t stupid. I’m sure you had a good reason,” he says, trying to get through to you. You shake your head, but you can’t. He takes your face in his hands and looks you in the eye. 

“It was stupid. It was so so stupid. I thought that distancing myself from you would help me figure out whether or not I should confess to you and it didn’t work at all and now I’m just left with all these feelings for you and I don’t know what to do,” you blurt out, immediately covering your mouth. You’re shocked that all these words exit your mouth, especially since you were so terrified of confessing to him in the first place. Aaron lets out a deep breath and hugs you tightly. 

“You know, you could’ve just told me. I don’t just act this way with anyone. I really do care for you. I have feelings for you as well,” he whispers into your ear. “Can I kiss you?” He asks, pulling away from the hug. You nod and wrap your arms around his neck and he places his hands on your waist. The two of you pull away from each other just before you’re called to the stage. “Good luck out there. Not that you’ll need it,” he says, smirking at you. He pats your head and quickly fixes your hair before the two of you walk out. 

“I could say the same to you,” you whisper to him in the wings. He smiles at you and then takes his seat on the piano bench and you take yours by the microphone. The performance goes well.

—

The two of you have a fit of laughter as you both make your way to the parking lot. “I hate these heels,” you say, giggling as you take them off and go barefoot on the concrete. You let out a shriek when Aaron picks you up.

“What? You said you hate your heels, so I just gave you a solution. I can’t have my pretty little girlfriend walking barefoot in the school parking lot. Who knows what you’ll get from walking here?” He jokes, and you let more giggles escape. 

“So that’s what I am, huh? Your girlfriend? And you think I’m pretty?” You ask, laughing as he pretends to think. 

“Mhm, and I think you’re very pretty,” he says, chuckling at you. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, and pecks you on the forehead, causing you to fake swoon. 

“You are the absolute worst, you know that right?” You say, mimicking his words from a while ago.

“You love me for it though,” he says, smiling at you. He puts you down when the two of you reach his car, only to open the door for you and let you in. “Where do you wanna eat?” You shrug and tell him that it didn’t matter and that he could just go through any drive-thru. After getting some fast food, the two of you headed to his house. The drive was shrouded in comfortable silence since both of you guys decided to eat in the parking lot and then drive home. The two of you agreed on having a sleepover after solo ensemble night beforehand so you two could talk about it afterwards and get food together.

Once the two of you got to his house and went through your nighttime routines, the two of you sat on his bed. “So are you sure about the whole having feelings for me too thing or…” You ask, trying to break the silence. He playfully rolls his eyes at you. “No, I just invited you to my house to spend the night because I actually hate you and want to punt you out the window while you sleep,” he says sarcastically. You laugh at his joke and embrace him. “But seriously, I do care for you. In fact, I have something to show for it.” He gets up from his spot on the bed and you follow as well, just now noticing his too short Star Wars pajama pants. He goes to his desk and you stand there awkwardly before he places a box in your hands. He notices you looking between him and the box.

“What is it?” You ask, examining the outside of the box. It was just a plain, small, shipping box - the kind you’d use for jewelry.

“Just open it,” he says, grinning and giving you his hand. You take it and let him lead you back to your spots on the bed. You open the box and find it filled with small strips of paper stapled to a larger piece. 

“What is this?” You ask, smiling as you read the paper. You feel your face heat up and you feel flustered when you read the bottom panel of the box. It read: ‘songs that remind me of you and why”. “Shut up,” you say, covering your mouth with your hand. “You did not.”

“I did,” he says, laughing at your reaction. “Go through the songs.” You do, and you notice that they’re all songs that would play during the time the two of you spent together. From discussions about Laufey to trying to get him to scream Taylor swift to arguing about composers, they were all there. You gently shut the box and wrap him in the tightest hug that you could. You quickly break away to give him a peck on the lips, and he decides to deepen it. You finally pull away from him, slightly out of breath and trying to get air back into your lungs.

“When did you make this?” You ask him. 

“Around when you were keeping your distance. We had this poetry assignment and I was inspired by it,” he says. “I wanted to preserve all our memories together. After all, I know that music means just as much to you as it does to me and I wanted something that would remind me of that.” You nod at his words. 

“I’m glad we’re able to share that then,” you murmur. You wish that you were able to hear the rest of his words, but sleep was catching up to you and you quickly knocked out. He didn’t mind though. The two of you had so much more time to discuss these things in the future.

[bramble-mouse]

Bramble's Big Stinkin' Roleplay Ad

Status: I am not currently looking for new partners.

I am a 29 year old they/them wierd-ass writer/roleplayer that loves g/t and vore probably way too much.

First and foremost: You MUST have your age in your bio! If you do not disclose your age or are a minor, I will not RP with you.

With that out of the way, let me get to the good stuff.

-G/t

Likes:

-Vore (oral only please!)

-Fearplay

-Borrower universes

-Faeries

-God/human interaction

-Gay shit. So much gay shit.

-Cute g/t scenarios

-Enemies to lovers/friends

-Big funky mythical giants

-Monster/human

Dislikes:

-NSFW stuff for the sake of it. If we have OCs that bond over time and it makes sense for them to bang, I'll be open to it! But horby things just for horby are a no for me.

-'Messy' vore associated kinks; scat, piss, vomit, etc.

-Cruelty for no reason; Most of my characters don't really have casual cruel streaks, but can either play the role for your OC for fun or may slip into that role if they are protecting your OC. Also, killing off your OC immediately doesn't do much for an ongoing story.

-RPing opposite OCs that are Minors. This is something that makes me incredibly uncomfortable.

-Straight up IRL self insert. I will not RP as myself, full stop. I have been asked to do this in the past, or RP with someone else who is just playing them self and I am super not ok with it. OCs only.

-Saying creepy shit to me OOC. Please don't be weeeeeird.

-Use of AI art for OC refs. Picrew, hand drawn/commissioned or even just a written description are what I like to see!

What I am looking to RP:

-Vore (primarily non-fatal, but I am willing to discuss a one-shot fatal vore scenario to RP )

-Semi-literate (This doesn't have to mean a big novel of a post but I am looking for RP partners that intend to advance a story, even if its just something casual/slice of lifey)

-G/t (I like the beeg and the smol)

-Borrower/Giant based plots (i.e. my OC finds yours is living in the walls, my OC finds yours lost in the woods). I don't mind cliche plots when I'm writing self-indulgent size content LOL. Or, if you have a really cool scenario you'd like to suggest, I'd love to hear your pitch! Let's just have fun!

-Straight up boning will probably not take place unless I feel it makes senses between our characters. Boning for the sake of boning is just not really my style :U

I would like to write one of my giant OCs! Bramble, a they/them giant wizard in training. Chill af, tends to be good for slice of life scenarios. Kind of a gremlin. They are an artist, a writer and love to do crafts. More playful and willing to pretend to be mean. They have a bioluminescent belly! Well suited for slice of life, borrower themed RPs and modern fantasy. They are only for a platonic RP as they are married. Frio, a very pretty he/him frost giant hermit who studies magic. Very gentle and sweet, very scared of hurting tiny folks, constantly fighting his rather gluttonous instincts. He's good at knitting, loves animals and cooking/baking. Good for a fantasy RP, slice of life or something with horror elements! He is good for romantic or completely platonic bonds! Aine, a she/her storm giantess archmage and magic teacher. A goofy mom type with a big laugh, a tendency to tease and be playful, but ultimately loves spoiling tiny folks and doting on them. She's silly and can be a bit careless sometimes with her play but always makes sure to check in with her tiny friends if she goes a bit far. Aine suits fantasy stories, both modern and high fantasy, as well as slice of life. She is perfect for mentor/student type stories, as an adoptive mother figure and also for romance if that is what suits the characters. Good for platonic relationships!

-I am willing to write one of my tiny OCs but it'd have to be with the right giant OC (and be non-fatal scenarios ; -; I'm bad at being mean to my little guys). If you are interested, please ask and I would love to tell you about them!

I am also totally willing to write canon characters!

My current muses are: F/FXIV: E.met-selch, G'rah.a Tia, E.stinien, Y's.htola, Hy.thlodaeus S/tardew Valley: E.lliot, F.armer Protag (they/them), S.ebastian B/aldur's Gate 3: K/arlach, A/starion

I love anything remotely D/&D universe so I am completely willing to write this world! I have a few OCs I can offer up for this that I don't have profiles set up for, but I can blab about them for you if you'd like to write this!

I'm currently watching the D/ragon Prince and A/aravos already has an ironclad grip on me. Once I'm caught up, I'd be willing to write him! (no spoilers please! I'm midway through season 3 as of writing this, and will update this section once I'm finished)

Please DM me on here if you are interested!

I tend to prefer writing through Discord channels! If you aren't comfortable giving me your Discord, I have absolutely no problem figuring out another way to write with you.

I have no expectation for how often you post. I completely understand that life and writing inspiration can be tough to balance out! I have chronic health things and a neurotype that can make me wander a bit, so I get not posting daily. Never feel pressured to match my post lengths either! Sometimes I get stoked on a post and need to barf out a bunch of stuff.

I do prefer you post a decent amount, but only because I need something to work with. Even just a few lines of dialogue and your character making a cup of tea are totally fine!

If you've read this far, thank you and I will offer you a thimble full of choccy milk. You're fantastic, bud.

[lovecatsys]

okay since everything except for Uncanny Spider-Man is out now I'm gonna go ahead and give my reviews of Fall of X so far

First off, Immortal and Red continue to be masterpieces, no surprises there, both books however are clearly taking a turn in a different direction and I'm loving it for both of them.

Jean Grey is not what I expected it to be at all, but still an amazing character study of Jean, I expected nothing less from Simonson of course.

Invincible Iron Man and X Men are decent, not a fan of exactly whats going on with Kate, the Emma stuff is great though. Kamala should not be in this book. I hate the avengers by default but I don't exactly hate whats going on between Emma and Tony, though that might change. The "wedding" is going to be exactly what I expected it would be of course. Overall not Duggan's worst writing but I don't love it.

Uncanny Avengers is... meh, so far, Pietro is super OOC which is :/ but maybe he'll get some more focus later on, god I hope he does. But it's frustrating how little effort is going into portraying him as a visible person of color when a much greater effort is going into his sister. Monet used her telepathy which gives me hope for her! I'm down for more of her teaming up with Kwannon tbh, they make a good team.

Astonishing Iceman is a bit of an anomoly to me. It's very good writing so far, I'm loving how Orlando writes Bobby, but I'm really pissed that they've chosen to stick with Romeo as his love interest after he got aged up just to come back and fuck Bobby and for them to throw Christian to the side. No mention of Christian at all at the hellfire gala, Emma is not concerned with where he is like she is with the Cuckoos which :/. I'm honestly afraid he's being dropped as a character which fucking sucks. The thing I hate the most about how Romeo is there is that Christian could literally be in his place and it would be perfect to me. He has a power set that could absolutely work for this situation just how Romeo's is working! Who knows, maybe this relationship will grow on me. We'll see.

Alpha Flight is really good, I haven't delved into the world of AF comics yet but from everything I know it seems perfect. My man was only there for two seconds in the first issue but we'll see if he gets any panel time as it goes on. Even if he doesn't though, yeah I'll be a little pissed but it'll still probably be a good read, and at least he'll have made any appearance at all since Marauders. Oh and Puck making fun of his new codename was funny. Fang really is a dumb name.

X-Force is still garbage, but this weird plot twist with Quentin (whatever it is??) has me gritting my teeth. fucking get your hands off my boy Percy he does not deserve this. Curious to see whats going on with the Colossus plotline, just wish it was happening in a better book.

Children of the Vault is amazing, never cared for Bishop and haven't read much Cable yet but I'm still all in on it. One of those books where you don't have to care much for the characters to recognize its quality. also fun fact: its written by the comic writing mentor of my comic writing mentor. lol

Dark X-Men wasn't as good as I had hoped it would be, but its still good. Though it kinda feels like it has too many characters in it so far, I'm loving the Maddie content and it had some great dark humor in it. LOVED the children of the atom bits, im so curious whats going to go down with Carmen and I'm just glad her friends and her relationship with Buddy got some panel time tbh.

last and the actual best: Realm of X was SO FUCKING GOOD. I've had a little soft spot in my heart for Curse since her story started in X-Men Green, and it seems like she's going to be a huge part of this arc rather than just tagging along as a little kid which is great. Sooraya fucking stole the show, this new take on her power signature is amazing. In general love all these women (Typhoid Mary is growing on me, I'm going to call the awful things she's done that made me want to hate her poor writing choices, especially since shes a survivor of such acts in the first place.) SO curious with what's going on with Yana, and I love how devoted she is to keeping Curse safe. DID NOT expect Saturnyne to be the main villain but im down for it tbh. This book is my favorite already and i just cant wait for hte next issue!

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#the hoco one was a little tricky since her last scene is the 'what the fuck' one but she's blurry af so i had to choose a different scene...

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Okay so I’m a literal bag of emotions rn and tumblr is my unfortunate sounding board, so ima get all this out in one and then ima shut up & go back to just reblogging others until I can control myself again😂 okay? okay. Buckle up.

I know Fire can be heartbreaking & unexpected but that ending was just evil and purely-for-shock value-cruel. Like I know killing off characters for advancement is nothing new here but the way they did that was just so mean to me - I am literally still shaking about it.

And PD?! I cannot believe they think that episode (no matter how incredible the acting) comes anywhere close to the ending / write off that Jesse deserves after dedicating himself for the last 9 - ALMOST 10 - WHOLE SEASONS to this show! And as for that giving justice to his character, show me WHERE?! Because all I saw was so many ooc choices, all to get out of a shitty situation that inevitably led to a complete decimation of years of character development / growth & him being written out in the most confusing af way, as an attempt to keep it even loosely linked to the jay we know and love.

I don’t even know how to feel rn.

I am fuming. Like so, indescribably angry.

But i’m also so proud - of Jesse - of his acting & his hard work & how he’s handled this whole shit show of a situation.

(EDIT - also incredibly proud of hanako’s acting in tonight’s fire ep! If I didn’t already love both Evan & hawkami in general, so much, her performance alone would’ve broken my heart tonight anyway, because my god that girl was good🙌)

And I’m obviously gutted. So completely & utterly devastated.

Honestly do not know if the shows will even sit right with me after this let alone be watchable.

Ima need a minute.

45 notes - Posted October 6, 2022

#4

okay so I know we’re all feeling that chief hawkins is basically the CF writers attempt at a temporary roadblock on the road to getting violet & gallo back together (aka a repeat of granger & sydney on the road to brettsey) , but I’ve come to the annoyingly unsurprising conclusion that im basically in love with him and ngl ima probably throw a fit if they use him suggesting distance from violet as a way to write him out😒😂😩

48 notes - Posted January 13, 2022

#3

Jay running after Hailey running after the suspect?!

If that isn’t THE EPITOME of “I’m going where you go” & “I’d follow you anywhere”?!?!

CANNOT. DEAL.

49 notes - Posted February 24, 2022

#2

can we just talk about:

Hailey’s sheepish but knowing “Are we all checking on me now?”

And Jay & Kev’s exchange of looks before a simultaneous “Yes”

!!!!

Like, yes baby, that’s what happens when you scare the crap outta your unit (protective partner slash husband included) by jumping in the river after a car & then barely take a second to breathe or get checked out before you dive into investigating it.

Gonna give your team and the whole fandom a freaking heart attack😩😂

82 notes - Posted February 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Is it just me, or does this particular chicago wednesday feel like an utter shit show and it’s not even over yet?!

Like i literally feel like I’m watching the entire one Chicago universe implode before my eyes and the writers expect us to be happy about it or at least just move past it & keep watching?!

From that unbearably cruel fire ending to seeing jay turn into the one thing he’s always hated & said he wouldn’t become right before they write him out - I literally cannot think straight besides the sheer heartbroken anger fuelling me rn.

My brain is freaking scrambled and I honestly cannot see how these decisions are gonna get them anything but a loss in fanbase?!

MAKE. IT. MAKE. SENSE.

128 notes - Posted October 6, 2022

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[hislittleraincloud]

I am original anon that was talking about Wednesday writers being credited on the wack, glorified fanfi-I mean novelization. Thank you for being the rational lord and savior to this fandom because clearly the ones who think them being credited means much more.

And I was gonna add more to my ask basically saying that them being added means fuck all because the author is taking their work and creating it into something that was their own (in a lame ass attempted way), but it was early af that day I sent it so fuck anyone trying to come at you for whatever the hell reasons.

Keep dragging these wenclair/jemma weirdos! 🫡

Jesus surely went to Nevermore at some point, just for kicks. He probably taught Outcast Science, but then failed everyone in the class when they all botched the water-to-wine final.

(BTW, for anyone who gave up on owning Dogma, Smith won the rights back to his own movie recently, so...more Dogma for us coming soon?)

The kids are gonna be kids until they figure out how things work in the real world outside of the Internet and Tumblr.

You were about to write it, so just write it because it's true: Tehlor Kay Mejia's novelization is glorified fan fiction. It's literally glorified by the studio/publisher. I really thought that X-Files novelization I read years back was the worst, but I was mistaken...this shit is the worst. It should say "Wednesday Season 1, Poorly Scrubbed, Censored*, and Butchered for the Sake of Social Justice by TKM".

I'd like to know who even added the credit, because why even bother putting it there and on the other kid's book? It does mean fuck all as to authorship. Seems sus to me.

*Been thinking about this one here. Mejia performed a LOT of sanctimonious censorship on our beloved Wednesday, whether it be changing her lines/actions so that her personality was OOC, or just simply changing words and phrases that Mejia found politically unacceptable (like "slave to technology" and "gypsy moths").

Everyone who has ever stepped onto my blog should know how I feel about censorship. I may rant about RPF and tell you that should shouldn't fucking do it, but you're gonna do it anyway and I'm not going to go on some sort of banning rampage to take it away from you/try to take it away from you. We have (limited) freedom of thought and expression here in the United States, so get your rocks off but feel bad about it 💩. I am anti-censorship. I have been anti-censorship for as long as I can remember, the books in my father's library consisting of a lot of "banned books" (a lot of Henry Miller 💀) that I read through in my youth. I learned about how different people believed different things about the same things early on in life, and that some people — like censors who re-write something with their own political agenda behind their choices, right OR left — are just wet fucking blankets.

I'm no god, but I hope I'm not a wet blanket to anyone who doesn't deserve it.

[ave-venefica]

Promitto

Inspired by this amazing post over here. I figured I'd post this separately bc it...deviated quite a bit from the original idea + I ended up making it canon to my Regina Maris au rather than its own separate thing. Also, just a note in case it's not clear, but Jimmy's pretty young at this point in time.

-> Promitto - v. meaning “I promise.” From the latin ‘pro’ and ‘mitto’ (I send).

The Sea Prince makes a request to his sister

JIMMY HALF SWIMS-HALF STUMBLES INTO THE COUNCIL ROOM. It was a jerky motion, almost impossible for anyone to really do, but Jimmy, half-delirious with fever, found a way.

He called out— “Lizzie!” — startling his sister and the counselor from their discussion. They stood upon a large map of the continent, the map nearly spanning the entirety of the room’s floor that most of the tables and chairs were pushed flush against the walls. Lizzie was positioned near the center of the continent, the prongs of her trident pointed at a spot Jimmy couldn’t discern.

The counselor, whose name escaped Jimmy for the moment, quickly bowed from where they stood atop the capital of the Ocean Empire. “Ocean’s Blessings, Sea Prince—”

Lizzie interrupted the counselor’s greetings and quickly bridged the gap between them. “Jimmy, what are you doing here?” Her voice was tinged with worry. Her brows furrowed deeper as she bent slightly to check his temperature, webbed hands brushing away the wild strands of sandy hair. “You’re meant to be in bed.”

It was always jarring to see Lizzie shift from the proud and serene Ocean Queen to the more excitable and open sister he’d known all his life. It was like a switch had been flicked. A mask dropped. A weight released. Her use of formal seiren dropped for more casual speech. The change was subtle, apparently, for most people, but for Jimmy, it was as clear as day.

“Look— that, that doesn’t matter right now.”

“Of course it matters. You’re sick—”

“What’sthisIhearaboutyouleaving?”

Lizzie froze, her fingers jerking slightly. “What?”

“I heard...” he swallowed the lump in his throat, trying to even his breathing. “I heard that you were planning on leaving the empire. To go to land.”

Lizzie took a step back, eyes wide. Then, quick as the winds of a hurricane, she whipped her head towards the counselor. “You. You told him?” The Ocean Queen accused.

The counselor had the decency to look sheepish, and with a slight bow, answered “I have never once agreed with this plan, my queen. But as you would not listen to me or the rest of the council, I thought his highness would be able to dissuade you from this foolish course of action.”

“And it was a good thing he did!” Jimmy felt warm. Too warm. But he couldn’t tell if this was because of his own fever or if it was his blood boiling at how absolutely stupid his sister was right now. “Our queen venturing onto land— so soon after the last salmon invasion, by the way— is not what this empire needs right now. Not what our people need from you right now.”

“You can’t change my mind, Jimmy. Go back to your rooms.”

“Oh no, you’re not getting rid of me that easily—”

“Jimmy.”

“— I’ll pester you until you have no choice but to listen to me.”

“Jimmy, please.”

She pinched the bridge of her nose. “Could you please, just—”

“I’ll follow you everywhere. I’ll start making really stupid jokes. I’ll force you to play board games with me and—”

“—let this go?”

“Why does it have to be you?” He yelled. His fingers dug crescents into his palms, eyes squeezed shut so that Lizzie won’t see the tears forming. His chest squeezed painfully, making his breath hitch.

“Why does it have to be you?” he echoed quietly. Voice small as he tried to keep it from cracking. “You’re the queen. Surely there’s, there’s someone else you could send instead. You don’t have to leave.”

Lizzie heaved a heavy sigh. She cupped Jimmy’s face with her warm hands, gently floating him up so that they were at eye-level. Blue eyes met blue. With her thumb, she wiped away the stray tear at the corner of his eye. “I wish I could stay, Jimmy, but I have my reasons. It’s important that I go myself,” then, she pushed her index finger against his chest, “like it’s important for you to rest. Who else am I supposed to leave as regent of the empire when I’m gone?”

Jimmy blinked. “You’re leaving me in charge?”

“Of course. You’re more than ready for the responsibility.”

“But just a couple weeks ago you told me I wasn’t even old enough to rule over a puddle.”

“Pssh.” She waved it off. “That was the past. We were different people then.”

Though skeptical, Jimmy decided to let it go. “So you’re still insisting on going, then.”

“Trust me, Jimmy, there’s nothing you can do or say that will dissuade me from making this journey.”

“When...when do you plan on leaving, then?”

Guilt flashed through her eyes for a brief second before smoothing out. “Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” He gaped, arms gesticulating wildly while he tried to form his thoughts into words. “I— why so soon? Lizzie, you can’t, you just can’t.” He paced back and forth across the room, half-swimming half-walking. A few of his steps faltered, though he was unlikely to admit that.

This was all too sudden. First the salmon, then his stupid illness, and then Lizzie’s apparently leaving to go who knows where and leave him in charge? What’s he supposed to even do as regent? Jimmy wasn’t trained for this!

He stopped as the room spun around him— hand coming up to clutch his head. Lizzie swam towards him, holding his shoulders steady. “See,” she said. “This is why you need to rest. Gods know you could pass out at any minute!”

“I know, I know. You don’t have to keep nagging me, I—” He took a deep breath and looked up at Lizzie once more. He took one of her hands in his, curling four of her fingers so that only the littlest finger was extended. And with the most solemn of expressions, he held his pinky out to her as if he was a knight pledging his allegiance. “I want you to promise me, then. If I go to bed right now, you won’t leave until I get better.”

Lizzie looked at their hands, eyes a little glazed as if in contemplation. After she came to some sort of consensus, she sighed, entwining their pinkies and sealing the oath. “I promise that I won’t leave until you get better.”

“You better not be lying to me.”

Lizzie rolled her eyes. “I’m the head of state, Jimmy. One of the most important skills you have to learn is lying.”

“What—? But you promised!”

“I know, I know. And I’ll keep it, I swear.” She booped him on the nose. “Now come on, come on, let’s get you to bed.”

Lizzie pushed him out the door and accompanied him back to his chambers. Even staying a while to hold his hand and tell him stories until he fell asleep, despite the fact that she must have had so many more important things she needed to take care of. For all that Lizzie was the Queen of the entire Ocean, with thousands upon thousands of subjects to govern and even more land to oversee, she still made an effort to spend time with Jimmy.

***

When Jimmy finally woke from his slumber, it was one week later.

He was alone.

There was a conch shell sitting next to his bed.

The Council told him that the Ocean Queen left for land three days after their last conversation.

He pressed the conch shell against his ear. The Queen’s voice filtered through the shell, the melodic lilt of their language speaking of vows, and journeys, and soft-spoken apologies. The shell fell onto his bed without a sound as Jimmy curled into a tight ball beneath his blanket.

The palace was cold.

He was still sick.

[turkoftheslums]

I suddenly have a need to see Reno without his hair done, like, it’s all sad and floppy but still thick, bouncy and soft and stuff

[analyticallyminded-a]

jemma’s desire to be wanted and finally feeling like she has a place and a home 

vs. 

her fear of shield finding her again after she left