#here’s edgy cas art

[likeadevils]

2012 Lover Diaries Transcripts

Feb 2012

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Mar 2, 2012- Perth, Australia

So here we are in Perth. It’s a beach town on the Indian Ocean and it’s beautiful. It’s 85º and sunny and yesterday I went to Cottesloe Beach – I’ve never seen water that crystal blue before. And white sand. There was this art festival going on, so there were all these sculptures set up on the beach. We laid our towels out and got tans and frolicked in the water. After our beach afternoon, we went to this restaurant right on the beach called Indiana. It was built in 1910 and looked like an old fancy hotel. It’s one of the most beautiful places I’ve been, with old world arches and moldings, antique tables and big french doors opening out to views of azure blue ocean. We sat there for hours drinking strawberry mojitos and eating calamari until I was so tired, I went back to my fluffy hotel bed and slept. I’ve been thinking a lot about getting older and relevancy and how all my heroes have ended up alone. I wrote a song on the plane ride from Sydney to Perth on the appalachian dulcimer I bought the day of my flight. I bought it because Joni played on most of her blue record. I taught myself to play ‘A Case of You.’ Anyway, I wrote a song on it called “Nothin New” and it’s about being scared of aging and things changing and losing what you have. It says “I’m getting older and less sure of what you like about me anyway.” And in the chorus it says “How can a person know everything at 18, and nothing at 22? And will you still want me … when I’m nothing new.” It’s a really vulnerable song, but I think it’s important to say.

Jun 10, 2012- Los Angeles, CA

I’ve been in the studio non stop. This week I was in with Max Martin and Johan Shellback, the guys I wrote ‘Getting Back Together’ with. The first day, I had to do this corporate performance for an arena full of managers. I played Love Story and Mean, solo acoustic and Justin Timberlake was MCing so he introduced me. Hilarious sense of humor. He was making the whole arena laugh. When I finished there, I got on the plane and this idea came to me “I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling 22.” I wrote the entire chorus on the plane ride to LA. When I landed, I went straight to the studio and played it for Max and Johan. They loved it. I was so excited. I wrote 22 about how much fun I’ve been having this summer and this year in general. It’s so carefree and sounds like a summer anthem. I was floating on a cloud after we wrote it. The next day I brought them a chorus called 'Trouble’ that’s about how I should’ve known what I was getting into. We came back to 'Trouble’ and it turned out to be absolutely amazing. It’s so edgy and unexpected. It’s almost dub step. My friends love that one the most. I love writing so much. It’s the only thing that makes total sense to me. If I missed a day in the studio, I’d be so mad at myself. God I’ve been having such a beautiful life lately. I can’t believe it. It’s like there’s magic in the air. Friday was my day off. I woke up and went hiking. Then went home and showered. painted my nails, daydreamed about our trip for 4th of July. Taylor

Oct 17, 2012- Los Angeles, CA

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[thistlethefox]

JaidenAnimations new Hatsune Miku video made my autistic ass go off the charts:

So, I am not a big Jaiden watcher, enjoy any content of hers I see, I just don’t watch as much as I used to. However, I saw today that she uploaded a miku video the other day. Here’s the thing, when I was younger I had a really strong attraction to anything vocaloid/miku, I would se the blind boxes in Walmart for keychains or mini figures and would get so excited, but yet I never allowed myself to do anything beyond that. I never bought the boxes, I never looked into anything beyond surface level music consumption and knowing a few very popular characters because of the songs I listened to, that was really it. I’m autistic, so for me not going balls deep in information about this franchise is kinda really odd for me, especially since it’s not like I was into “cool” or “normal” things at the time either, so like why was vocaloid different? Why wouldn’t I let myself get into it? I’m sure eventually I’ll figure out what caused that, but back to the point - I saw the video in my recommended today, got excited and immediately turned it on.

I watched, and had so much joy in me hearing about someone else’s excitement and love for miku. When it got to her talking about seeing miku live at the convention, I got so excited and happy that genuinely, I cried. Over someone else’s excitement, I cried. And it wasn’t like sadness, I was just so happy to see someone enjoy miku that much. This, unlocked Pandora’s box, much like ddr did for Jaiden. The irony is strong. I started looking up video essays and guides on vocaloid and the characters, I started googling figures and merch to see the different outfits and such, I started saving playlists on Spotify (including Jaiden’s ofc), it has been probably 4 hours since seeing Jaiden’s video originally and ALL I have been doing is looking into vocaloid more and more, watching iceberg videos, guides to fan loids, ect. I am deep diving. Its so bad that there’s a local shop that sells a lot of stuff from Japan and I’m considering ordering a large shelf to start buying stuff from that shop because they have a LOT of miku stuff (and loids in general but ESPECIALLY miku). I have discovered that my favourite loid is gumi, which years ago I believed it was Calne Ca (when I was listening to vocaloid songs when I was much younger they were usually dark/edgy ones because I was very emo at the time so I saw her a lot and thought she was wicked cool and didn’t even know she wasn’t a full canon loid!), I am saving like hundreds of pieces of gumi art for wallpapers and such and to send to my friend to be like LOOK LOOK LOOK!!!

Long story short, I am hyper fixated hard and I have realized that Vocaloid has been a special interest of mine for a LONG a time, but I never let it be. I have been working on myself alot, healing my inner autistic child, and more specifically my inner teenage autistic self who did not let me enjoy the things I loved dearly because they made people not like me, so instead I tried to be as normal as I could (which was not very normal mind you as I was an emo Fnaf aphmau fan so still, very much not the popular kid, but I tried ok). Recently I have got my cat special interest back in order as that has been repressed for a LONG time. Jaiden’s video, unlocked my long time interest in vocaloid, and I am finally allowing myself to get into full blown. Thank you Jaiden animations for the wonderful video and for unlocking my secret obsession. I also want to play ddr now.

[beardedpeachcrown]

Pantyhosed Excellence: Girls Who Know Just How to Rock Sheer Hosiery

Introduction

Welcome to the globe of pantyhosed excellence! In this article, we will dive deep right into the attraction and beauty of females who recognize how to rock large hosiery. Whether you're a fan of pantyhose video clips or simply value the sophistication and sensuality of females using pantyhose during sex, this article is for you. We will explore the numerous facets of this fascinating topic, from the history of pantyhose to tips on how to select the ideal set. So sit back, kick back, and allow's embark on a journey with the world of pantyhosed perfection.

The History of Pantyhose: An Interesting Evolution From Stockings to Pantyhose: Just how Did It All Begin?

The journey of pantyhose began centuries earlier when women first began putting on pantyhose videos stockings. At that time, stockings were separate garments that were affixed with garters. It wasn't until the 1960s that pantyhose as we understand them today came into existence. These innovative garments integrated stockings and underwears into a solitary piece, giving convenience and comfort like never ever before.

The Surge of Pantyhose in Popular Culture

During the 1960s and 1970s, pantyhose came to be a crucial part of women's style. They were viewed as a sign of womanhood and refinement. Hollywood starlets like Audrey Hepburn and Marilyn Monroe popularized the pattern, making it an essential accessory for every single woman. Pantyhose additionally obtained attention in music video clips and movies, additionally solidifying their area in pop culture.

Modern Fads: Welcoming Large Hosiery

In recent years, large leg wear has made a strong resurgence in the fashion industry. Ladies are once again embracing the elegance and allure that includes using pantyhose. From runways to red rugs, stars and style influencers are showcasing the adaptability and elegance of sheer hosiery. Whether it's for an official event or an informal trip, pantyhose video pantyhose can include that added touch of sophistication to any outfit.

Pantyhosed Perfection: Letting Loose the Power of Sheer Hosiery The Art of Choosing the Perfect Pair

When it involves pantyhose, selecting the ideal set is essential. Below are some suggestions to aid you find your ideal suit:

Consider Your Skin Tone: Choose pantyhose that closely matches your all-natural complexion for a smooth look. Pay Focus to Denier: Denier describes the thickness of the pantyhose. Large hosiery generally has a reduced denier, ranging from 5 to 20, while nontransparent designs have a higher denier. Look for Reinforced Toe: Strengthened toe pantyhose are more durable and less most likely to snag or run. Experiment with Colors and Patterns: Don't be afraid to step outdoors your convenience zone and attempt various shades and patterns. They can include personality and flair to your outfit. Styling Tips: Just How to Shake Sheer Hosiery Like a Pro

Now that you have actually selected the best pair of pantyhose, it's time to rock them with self-confidence. Right here are some designing ideas to aid you make a statement:

Pair with Dresses or Skirts: Large hosiery looks fantastic when paired with dresses or skirts. Opt for a small skirt and black pantyhose combination for an elegant and edgy look. Add Layers: Layering is key when it concerns styling large leg wear. Toss on a fashionable blazer or ca

[impprtante]

Backstory; The Save File

So, I've been playing this save since I've been in middle school (currently in college) on and off again because my interest comes and goes. So since middle school. Originally, had gotten sims and didn't know what to do, and before as a kiddo i watched videos where people design the disney princess and make them do things, there was a certain series but anyways, it facinated me and i thought it would be fun.

(i first tried cc but i kinda get annoyed that things break so i just gave up after like 2 generations.) Anyways, so I make a sim, get a challenge pulled up, first one i find, try and give up on reading the rules for a legacy challenge, and start.

Immidiated i didn't read the first one because i thought adultery was fun as a middle schooler (haha so edgy) and didn't read that technically you're supposed to have Snow White have 7 children with ONE dude. So. Oops. This is exactly when i decided to be like, screw it these are more of a guideline for my game play anyways. This is where i see that the princesses aren't in order of movie release and go "nop i don't care about the storyline they gave me, its going in order >>:("

So a few years go by, i b doin my best, on and off again, and i think aroundddddddd..... Gen 7 Jasmine that my sister (love her <3) got me an in to get all the sims packs (im on sims 4, idk if that needed clarification). Side note: we used to share an account but when sims went free i made an account and transfered my files over (she played less sims than i did at that point but then i got her back hooked whoops). but anyway, SUDDENTLY THERES SO MUCH TO DO AND EXPLORE.

There's so much more cas, theres so many different worlds, buildings, aspects, etc. And suddenly, im actually really sad that my sims of the past didn't get the full experience like that.

BUT, luckily, i had gotten really attached to all my sims early (gen 01 lol) so i had most of the sims backed up on my gallery. In fact, i was so attached to them that i had a lot of different versions of them saved. So i just put them into a seperate world where they could be immortal and live their best lives <3

so there i am, very content to have my two save files. one with the real progression, and one that i've been calling my dollhouse; they're in my toy box, when i feel like playing with them i pop on by and then let them be the rest of the time. But uh, i got a little too invested. and then i realized i had, well. regrets.

I'll make a little seperate post about that later.

but well, i had been writing down quirks and taking pictures of my sims for so long, i have a google drive with just a lot of musing and notes and uploading pictures. I really wanted to write a story based on them, this huge family, because well. I really love them. They're my babies. But i've literally never written anything before. I was a then aspiring writer, stuck writing notes and facts lol. nothing else.

i also had pictures on a drive because i wanted easier access to their appearences, because i wanted to try drawing them out so i could have the scenarios from my head somewhere. I think i was inspired to art because my sister is an artist (she's so good at it) so i wanted to try to draw my dear characters but i literally stopped at Eira lmao (Snow White) i could not do character design. I'll post the drawings sometime, theyre scatted places where i doodled. And i was playing sims on this old computer i didn't feel secure on, in my childhood bedroom so :p, i was in school most days and using my laptop so i tried google drive.

BUT IM TIRED OF JUST HAVING NO ONE TO RAMBLE TO so here we are.

so recently (this summer) i made a NEW world to start inserting them with all the new additions. The primary reason for this was because even though i loved them..... they weren't really characters. They didn't have relationships to them, just my imaged ones. I've a really bad mindset of grinding in the sims instead of being social, so they were actually sorely lacking in personality. Base Game sims 4 didn't help matters. So even though i was picuring and writing, i never got to actually see them interact as childhood besties. They didn't have any random friendships. I barely threw any official birthday parties. So, i wanted to kinda turn back the clock and figure things out.

So, recap: i have a save where i play the "challenge". an old save where i store them, and a new save where im passing them over slowly and storing them.

But now i feel like i have too many thoughts about them to keep to myself so here we are, typing :p. I would keep typing in the google docs but honestly, those were more cynical notes for myself, like disecting a species. I thought a blog would be a good place for like, more informal posts. so, yeah :)

[cockworkangels]

And I still believe that’s something worth fighting for.

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[liorlen]

something I definitely didn’t draw for a fic I definitely haven’t been posting

(I call him... goth cas)

[digital999placebo]

since im posting old art here’s some germany i never got around to posting bc i thought it was 2 edgy. 1-4 r panels from a scrapped comic about the rise n fall of germany ca 1800-1920s. also 70s in the middle of everything bc y not! click keep reading to read an unedited excerpt from a unrequited gerame fanfic (that i also scrapped) :)

“Gilbert doesn’t put anyone above himself, and you’re a moron for letting yourself believe you were the exception,” Françoise told him, and Alfred still remembers the shape of her back in the setting sun’s red shine.

And then, a hundred years later, the exception came. The exception was nothing like an exception should be, it had quickly been given the nickname “the ugliest child in the world” by both its neighbouring countries –all of Europe actually– and its own politicians.

“Child,” Alfred had heard Austria say to Françoise after the defeat of Napoleon, “is a generous thing to call it, more like Prussia’s failed attempt to play God.”

Alfred saw this supposed child, named the German empire (a funny name considering what it was. Alfred had almost laughed outright at just that, never before had he seen an empire in this condition), once before the depression, and what had at first seemed like words formed out of Austria’s bitterness suddenly became objective truth. In appearance, Germany was nothing like a child apart from its short stature, it aroused no nurturing instincts, and had it been left at some poor, unsuspecting orphanage’s steps, it’d be left to starve.

Stitches disfigured Germany’s face and body, and one particular stitch in its left eyebrow weighed down heavily on its eyelid, keeping the child from being fully able to open the eye, or perhaps it was just the infection, judging by the way the nation’s eye leaked pink and yellow tears. As if it wasn’t already an eyesore, it was skinny as well and hurried after Prussia on swaying crutches, dressed in uniforms too nicely decorated for its young age and lithe frame. Its mere existence was a long list of complications: asthma, momentary blindness, recurrent seizures, necrosis patches due to infected stitches, always feverish and pale; had it been human a harsh wind would’ve brought death with it.

To say that Germany was Prussia’s attempt to play God was fair, but failed Germany would prove not to be. The boy nearly outgrew Russia as a young adult, and Alfred reckoned if Ludwig was to hit a human man, he could very well kill the man with one swing.

When Alfred met Ludwig again in 1927 –or maybe it was 1926 he couldn’t exactly recall– he didn’t at first believe that the man in front of him had been that same child he saw some decades ago. The man in front of him was taller than him, broader in the shoulders too and most surprisingly: healthy; only a few crookedly healed scars were all that remained of the sickly boy that once had stood before Alfred. Ludwig hadn’t even been able to close his hands into complete fists as a child, yet now he was strong enough to bend cutlery with one hand (well, he was irritated and drunk at that point but still).

More than a failed experiment, Ludwig was Gilbert’s miracle.

[dance-in-moonlight]

Suptober Day 17: Muse

College had done wonders for Dean's self-esteem and his development. He missed Sammy and their mom now and then, but nothing beat being independent and surrounded by his peers. While people were more or less forced to go to school, these kids had chosen college, specifically picked their classes and found a balance between studying and partying. That influence worked like magic on Dean.

Back in school he had first been a trouble maker, then the edgy bad boy everyone liked but nobody really stuck with. But in college he'd become an A-student, always coming to class prepared, syllabus in mind, homework done a few days early. He was thankful for the opportunity to make something of himself, to try something new, and he loved life on campus. His friends were here, new and old ones, and there were lots of things to do.

Next to his engineering classes, Dean had picked a minor in sports science after growing up a jock. He learned about the way the body worked and how to treat it right, which led to him filling up his schedule with football, soccer and baseball training wherever it fit. He got to train his body along with his brain in both his major and minor, perfect balance.

And because that somehow still wasn't enough for Dean, and because he needed money like most students, he was working with the art department when they needed him. Sometimes he just helped moving heavy boxes of supplies or set up the easels for class. His most frequent and favourite task, however, was modeling. Whether it was a portrait, nude painting or a detail study (sometimes all the focus was on his hands or eyes), he enjoyed watching the students practice. He enjoyed flirting and getting attention, but something about the objective, strategic eye of the art students made for a nice change.

Ever since the end of his third semester (he was now in his fifth) Dean had an extra reason to love his job though. One of the students, a quiet, mysterious one, had stolen his heart. Dean had been paired with him for detail studies occasionally, and met him on campus another few times. He knew that Castiel studied art and something in the sphere of humanities, that he had siblings and preferred sweet over savory. That was about it, but it was enough to make him long for more. For the first time since highschool, Dean found himself having a real crush on someone - daydreaming and butterflies included.

So of course, when twelve models gathered in the class room for one-on-one studies, Dean pretended not to see Cas as he sat on the stool next to his easel. Cas was currently bent over, digging through his bag to get his materials out and onto the easel. He was a little shorter than Dean, with black hair and sapphire eyes. What got Dean most excited was his raspy voice, which he hadn’t yet heard today, and the way Cas conversed. Their few encounters had been filled with deep talk and meaningful words, and Cas listening intenltly whenever Dean spoke. He cared, that was what Dean adored about him.

When the dark haired artist turned to him, Dean curled his lips into a smile. "What are we doing today, big boy?"

Cas' gaze followed Dean's figure from his eyes down to his ankles for a second, quick enough to miss it. Dean didn't. He didn't blame him, afterall Dean was sitting there in nothing but boxer briefs and a bordeux robe, ready for any type of study his assigned artist wanted to do.

Cas cleared his throat and picked up something from the easel. When he raised his hand to wave it in front of Dean's face, he recognized a selection of pencils.

"I'd like to work on faces", Cas explained, and with a glance to his easel, Dean found a sheet of paper fixed on a board instead of a canvas.

"You have really nice features, they'll make for a good study", Cas continued while sorting his pencils back. Dean couldn't help but grin at the comment. Had Cas just very indirectly told him that he found him pretty? When Cas turned to face him again, Dean batted his eyelashes, waiting for instructions.

"Are you okay with that, Dean?"

"Yep", Dean responded. "I'm paid to do anything you need me to, your wish is my command." Ah...too much? Apparently it was just right, because Cas chuckled and said "I'll keep that in mind" as he lightly took hold of Dean's jaw to turn his head a bit.

Dean was pretty sure that the thin fabric of the robe must've been vibrating with his racing heartbeat, but if it did, Cas didn't say anything about it. Instead he began to draw, mapping out Dean's proportions before he went into detail. At least Dean assumed as much, the way Cas had positioned his head, he couldn't see the artwork. He could only listen to the scratching of pencil on paper, imagining what was happening. Now and then, Cas quietly asked him to change his position a little bit so he could see his face in different lighting. And when Dean didn't understand, or pretended as much, Cas would put his fingertips on Dean's jaw and gently move his head by himself again.

"Can I ask you something?", Cas asked after about thirty minutes. He spoke quietly in order to not disturb the other eleven artists and their models. There was a low mumble in the room, and so far nobody had said anything about it.

"Anything", Dean responded.

Cas put his pencil down for a moment to look at Dean. "Why do you model?"

Dean found himself taken aback. He hadn't expected that question, and he wasn't sure there was a definite answer to it.

"It sounded interesting", he shrugged. "I like art. They wrote that they really need people to do this, and I..."

He trailed off, biting his tongue. Okay, maybe he did know the answer.

Cas noticed him waver, of course he did. "It's fine if you don't want to talk about it. I was just curious because...well, I feel much safer behind my easel. I wouldn't enjoy having a class of people stare at me all at once."

"I don't enjoy it", Dean sighed, giving in. "I don't mind it. I do enjoy watching you guys work though. But...I like that during class I'm not being stared at for being handsome or naked or whatever, but because everyone's trying to improve their skill and I'm kinda just...there."

It was quiet for a few seconds after that. Dean was beginning to worry that he might have bored Cas to death, or that his answer hadn't satisfied him, when gentle fingers cupped his jaw to turn his head. Cas was leaning in closely, his eyes fixed on Dean's. In their position Dean was 98% sure Cas would kiss him here and now. If only he'd lean in a little closer...

"Are you alright, Dean?"

Ah, nevermind. In less than a second, Dean's expression turned from dreamy to defensive and he shook Cas' hand off of him. He wasn't a charity case or anything, why would Cas even come to that conclusion?

"I'm sorry", Cas added quickly, raising his hands. "It just sounds like you made some unpleasant experiences, that's all. I didn't mean to upset you."

Dean shifted in his seat, changing out of the now uncomfortable position to stretch his stiff limbs. Then he looked around himself, and when he found everyone else busy with their work, he sighed and looked down at his feet.

"People have always told me I'm pretty", he murmured. "And I liked that attention during highschool. But I have a brain and feelings too, you know."

Again, Cas was silent. And again, Dean felt stupid. This wasn't how he'd expected this afternoon to go at all. In his mind they'd flirted through the whole session, maybe Dean would have chatted him up about his favourite artists, or could've given him advice on muscle placement with his sport science background...

Cas' voice ripped him out of his daydream.

"I think you're pretty great", he said, looking at his drawing. "You're funny, you're smart and you're a good listener. You deserve to be treated accordingly."

Without thinking, Dean responded. "Go out with me."

His assigned artist looked over with a frown. "What?"

"Go out with me", Dean repeated.

"Like on a date?"

Dean began to waver, Cas’ reaction wasn’t very promising. "That's what I was thinking, unless you don't want to...?"

Cas was frowning, frozen in his movement. Dean wasn't sure whether he'd even listened. "So Meg was right, you have been flirting with me?"

"For the whole semester, but thanks for noticing", Dean responded dryly. He wasn't mad, if anything he was relieved. If Cas' lack of flirting was based on him being oblivious rather than uninterested, there was still hope.

Cas sank onto his bar stool and pinched the bridge of his nose with two fingers. "God, I am an idiot, aren't I?"

"Sometimes", Dean chuckled and watched as Cas shook his head, then straightened to look at Dean again.

"I'm sorry. I'd love to go out with you", he said warmly, with an expression that made Dean blush. The guy was too dreamy.

"We could start with coffee after class", Dean suggested, nodding towards the easel, "but first, let's see what you produced."

Still smiling, Cas turned the easel. The wood dragged across the floor with a squeak. When the artwork was finally in his line of sight, Dean gasped.

"Damn, Cas", he said and leaned forward to inspect the image of his face more closely. It was perfect, at least Dean thought so. It was incredibly detailed and looked just like him, nothing seemed to differ from what he saw in the mirror every day. And Cas has chosen a pose and perspective that made him look even better. It occurred to Dean that maybe, just maybe, Cas generally saw him like that.

"What do you think?", Cas inquired, watching Dean inspect the picture.

"I think you're incredibly talented", Dean gave back, still admiring the creation.

"Maybe a muse kissed me”, Cas chuckled.

"Oh you're gonna get kissed, alright", Dean murmured as he straightened up again, only to find Cas tilting his head in question.

"What?"

"Nothing", Dean smirked. "I'm looking forward to coffee."

[13tinysocks]

Creepypasta X Reader Fic Recs

25 fics under the cut. Some are done, some aren’t. These range from nostalgia trips to good reads, guilty pleasures, self promos. I haven’t read each of these, some just caught my eye or need some more love.

Various types of X reader’s with different love interests. Lengths range from 72 pages to 1,416 pages. Each one is linked for convenience!

Organized by character/group first and then by alphabetical order. Poly fics at the bottom. 

Feel free to add on your favs or even self promo!

Content warning: NSFW, suicide mentions, violence, stalking, you name it.

Don’t add fics with noncon or Offender Man.

Hoodie/Brian:

Keep Quiet Soulmate au

This fic isn’t finished and likely never will be. It’s about 200 pages and a pretty fun read! 

https://www.quotev.com/story/12133971/Keep-Quiet-Hoodie-x-Reader-SoulmateAU-ON-HOLD

Something Amiss Completed

You’ve definitely heard of this one if you’re in the X Reader loop. Wildly popular, super fun, witty, and thrilling this 427-pager’s gonna keep you entertained awhile!

https://www.quotev.com/story/12961622/Something-Amiss-Hoodie-x-Reader

We Decide Our Destiny Soulmate au

Comin’ in at 215 pages (so far) we got a great read for when ya don’t know what to do with ya life (/pos)

https://www.quotev.com/story/13108570/We-Decide-Our-Destiny-Hoodie-x-Reader-SoulmateAU

Eyeless Jack:

365 Days

You got a year left to live. In that time are you gonna fall for the one, the only man-eating heart throb?

https://www.quotev.com/story/13423775/365-DaysEJ-x-Female-Reader

Chains Completed

One of the OG cpp x reader fics. I don’t even gotta say anything, know your 246 pages of  history.

https://www.quotev.com/story/5032576/Chains-Eyeless-Jack-x-Reader

Creep Completed

219 pages of pure nostalgia right here baby!

https://www.quotev.com/story/6540114/Dark-Eyes-Eyeless-Jack-x-Reader

Eunoia

This 102 page thriller is for those attracted to the thrill of (being) the hunt.

https://www.quotev.com/story/12825705/eunoia-Eyeless-Jack-x-Reader

Killers and Demons and Ghosts, Oh my!

Another popular one! 492 pages, very interesting ride that literally everybody I know is in love with. Total page turner.

https://www.quotev.com/story/12844389/Killers-and-Demons-and-Ghosts-Oh-My

Jane The Killer:

Preternatural

Up and at ‘em lab rat! Keep your secrets close to your chest in this 204 page lesbian banger.

https://www.quotev.com/story/13172515/Preternatural-Jane-the-Killer-x-Female-Reader

Jeff The Killer:

A True Smile

This one’s for my edgy gays. Fuckin’ finally don’t see a lotta guy (Y/n)’s around. 327 pages.

https://www.quotev.com/story/13412707/A-True-Smile-Jeff-the-Killer-x-Male-Reader

Tim/Masky:

Hitchhiker 

This 834 page monster of a fic will suck you into it’s drama faster than you can pick up some smelly stranger.

https://www.quotev.com/story/6218577/Hitchhiker-Masky-x-Reader

Hometown

Put on your thinking cap investigator, you’ve got a lotta work to do and coffee to drink. 322 pages.

https://www.quotev.com/story/12349915/Hometown-Masky-X-Reader-

Text me Completed (?)

Talk about kiss me through the telephone. 183 pages.

https://www.quotev.com/story/11897488/Text-me-Masky-x-Psychologist-Reader

(Ticci) Toby Rogers:

Playing Favorites Complete - Dark

Guilty pleasure fic for me. Not a romance, it’s a thriller about escaping a fucked up teenager. 232 pages. 

https://www.quotev.com/story/11666769/%E1%B4%98%CA%9F%E1%B4%80%CA%8F%C9%AA%C9%B4%C9%A2-%D2%93%E1%B4%80%E1%B4%A0%E1%B4%8F%CA%80%C9%AA%E1%B4%9B%E1%B4%87s-Ticci-Toby-X-Reader

Various (Pick one ending/One shots)

Bloody Mary One shots

127 pages of tooth rotting fluff, gay shit, and angst!

https://www.quotev.com/story/12721045/Bloody-Mary-Creepypasta-oneshots-HIATUS

Project: Outsiders Completed

Alright cracked out art kids, lets kick some ass. 304 pages.

https://www.quotev.com/story/11061531/Project-Outsiders/1

Project: Inkheart (Book 2 to Project: outsiders)

Art kid kicks ass 2: Electric Bungaloo. 195 pages.

https://www.quotev.com/story/11710253/Project-Inkheart

Morally Gray

This 487 page (turner) takes me way back to classic cpp x readers. Except without all the 2012 madness. If you know, you know. Good fun.

https://www.quotev.com/story/9399402/Morally-Grey-Creepypasta-x-reader/18

Poly! (99% Proxies AKA Tim, Brian & Toby):

A Midnight’s Curse 

A cabin in the woods style vaycay sounds relaxing. Being hunted down for hours, doesn’t. 269 pages, likely to never be completed. Fun read nonetheless. 

https://www.quotev.com/story/9664809/A-Midnights-Curse-YandereProxies-x-Reader/1

Destitute Dark

Trying to get your life together in early adulthood is hard. Shaking off an obsessed trio of killers is harder. 72 pages.

https://www.quotev.com/story/13665696/Destitute-Proxies-x-Reader/1

Hooded Husbands Complete

151 pages of X Reader history right here. Definite nostalgia read for anyone around the fandom in 2015.

https://www.quotev.com/story/6211171/Hooded-Husbands

Lost My Mind Tonight (Tim & Brian only)

The only thing you wanna lose is those evil shits off your tail. You better run, fast. 143 Pages.

https://www.quotev.com/story/12208091/Los%E1%A5%B1-M%E1%83%A7-M%CE%B9%E1%A5%92d-To%E1%A5%92%CE%B9ght-Prox%CE%B9%E1%A5%B1s

Spill Your Guts Completed - Dark

Had to get some self promo in here somewhere. 1,416 pages of murder, sex, and a lot of regret. 

https://www.quotev.com/story/12710266/Spill-Your-Guts-Proxies-X-Reader/1

The Hunt Is on (Clockwork/Natalie, Jane The Killer & Eyeless Jack)

A second coming of age tale about letting go of the past and embracing the present, terrifying as it may be. Spill Your Gut’s spiritual successor comin’ in at 965 pages so far.

https://www.quotev.com/story/12945584/The-Hunt-Is-On/1

You’ll Catch Your Death Dark

How far are you willing to go for revenge? Make a callout post? Pummel them? Key someone’s car? 

How about gambling your entire life? 470 pages.

https://www.quotev.com/story/13010513/Youll-Catch-Your-Death/1

[steamedtangerine]

A message from Rev. Magdalen

Yes hello, I'm Rev. Magdalen. You may have heard the story of how a court once ordered me to stop having SubGenius materials in my home, back in the aughts, but those events aren't what define me as a person, and aren't the center of what the Church of the SubGenius means to me, so I want to share what it does mean to me.

As a teen, I really loved the books, tapes, and radio show, so as an adult it was a huge honor to get to be part of SubGenius HQ and hang out with Ivan Stang and other great artists, helping my husband, Rev. Jesus, grow the group. I packed membership packs, hauled gear for devivals and X-Day, took my shifts checking people in for the festival, welcomed newcomers and showed them around so they could feel at home, among friends, in a place where people wouldn't be cruel to them over what they look like or their unique interests or whatever made them different.

Life happened, and I hadn't been as involved in the past few years, focusing more on personal stuff and progressive political activism. I just assumed there was no way the SubGenius community, a place for the kind of nonconformist people that fascists would despise, would be affected by the current alt-right/fascist movement that is tearing so many other groups and families apart. I mean, our entire deal is sticking up for those who are strange and different, turning the tables on the kind of conformist bullies who shout "Can't you take a joke?" after saying something cruel to someone they consider a misfit.

I know there was a big schism a while back, over the issue of hurtful language, but I never thought that would lead to people who used to be just "edgy but nice-deep-down" committing to anti-civil-rights as an identity. And yet here we are now, with some online SubG spaces (not reddit, yaay) where what seems like should be an oxymoron, "Fashy SubGenii" not only exist but are now claiming that mocking the very idea of civil rights is what it was always about, and that it was always intended to be a regressive group where you'd get judged and mocked for your physical traits as a person.

Some of these fashy SubGs have even gone all the way Q, believing racist conspiracy theories about the civil rights movement and Covid, and pizzagate-type conspiracy theories about Democrats.

They point to the edgelord "ironic bigotry" of the nineties and aughts that some SubGenii created to mock the brutality and stupidity of bigots, and say "See, it was always secretly a fashy org! We, the fashy ones, we're the real SubGenii!"

These bad apples claim that the real message of this experimental art collective isn't that you deserve Slack even if bullies torment you for things you had no control over, and that your life matters even if socially-dominant-caste people around you say you're worthless, no. The message they now put in "Bob's" mouth is "Being a bully is awesome! It's hilarious to mock people for the bodies they were born into, or for wanting to dismantle an arbitrary caste system that makes society treat them as lesser!"

The way I see it, too many good people gave too much to this experimental art collective/online community for that hateful stuff to be what new people see when they want to know more about the group after learning about it from the documentary or from a social media post.

I urge every SubGenius to stand up to any fashy gimmebobs who might come around your online hangouts. Tell them in explicit terms: No more retconning this group of outsider artist weirdos into a milkshake duck. Yes, we've always had problematic people, but no, "Fuck 'em if they can't take a joke" was never meant to be a free ticket to bigoted hate or outright fascism.

by /u/revmagdalen on /r/SubGenius (ca. 7 months ago)

Pretty much everyone there was in simpatico: https://old.reddit.com/r/SubGenius/comments/mowcjz/subgenius_isnt_just_edgelordism_with_a_pipe/

The original book also warned about those turning the CoSG into a joke for those “who only get off on death and laughter”. It also warns about some conspiracies that have been manufactured by The Conspiracy (TM) itself to further it’s own agenda.

There was a time I used to read Jim Goad’s Answer Me! and listen to Boyd Rice (and his contribution to RE/Search Pranks! still seems on the level from that time), but it turned out Goad was endorsing rape, and his working with Nick Bougas was a bad idea, all while Boyd’s “ironic fascism” wasn’t all that ironic in the long-run. They all ended up chumming with white supremacists and inspired a lot of racism and Q crap on 4Chan (oddly enough while also chumming with satanists like LeVay and his daughter-something NAR fundies are still clueless about when it comes down to the origins of QAnon).

[ehud1564]

Harry Potter blocklist

For batch blocker:

lalunexa,stnv,snake-berry,writernothingness,hp-fearfest,b-aobao,its-me-voldy,v1oletvenus,fanfics4all,yeah-whatever-you-say,zeynebsworld,emeraldweasley,chalametshoney,mendesxruel,its-a-geeks-world,frecklesandfirecrackers,floydig,nikkori,regulusbish,ginnwxley,incorrect-bellamione,drarryjustbecause,kryptidfox,certifiedhorny,everything-here-is-incorrect-2,riddlesia,blackjonquille,tumbling-darkling,solvnvceae,solemnly-mischievous,accio-marauders-bullshit,m00n-riverr,cloudybarnes,xmalfoyweasleyx,merritt10086,mackmadams,marauderstars,fawneii,careofmagicalshippers,cupids-crystals,randevuwritersclub,haxxenn,lilgaywolf,zwiebel-onion,i-was-today-years-old-when,siri-and-rem,mysecret-hphm-blog,artcake,mlim8,shitslytherinssay,absolutelyfizzing,drabsyo,tomriddlesleftball,highestmugwump,sunder-soul,whyennwhenyouareyn,simpformoony,the-swift-tricker,destourtereaux,slytherinsweetpea,forgetmenottart,selkiesblog,rockingrobin69,peppers-analytics,dreadvy,therandomficwriter,scvrllet,littlebitellie,starless-starkov,nodgart,wreckofawriter,krokodilena,greetings-and-salutations,quwomg,remuscutein,secretweasley,kaysdenofchaos,that-siriusblack-grin,rhombusgirl,green-lights-33,nadiapolyakova,letteredlettered,stargazedmoony,siriuslyblacksstuff,daddiesdrarryy,rxbbits,lupinbrekker,evans-md,banannie48,the-boy-who-bottomed,earlgreydream,maplescent,noceurwhore,arishatistic,theonlywolfpants,itsmorelikebyesexual,pestoprongs,inkywater-illustrations,lady-random,freaklike-me,faevorite-main-blog,samanthahufflepuff,ununquadius,mystical-marauder,depressed-celestial-body,dramione4e,shiftythrifting,hogwartsfirebolt,a-substantial-trash-pile,gracekrizek,flyora,clumsycapitolunicorn,two-pumpkin,dragonlyart,haroldjamespotter,chaoticbritishqueen,hmione,hogwartsresidentdramaqueen,hpottah,lackadaisycal-art,buzztimez,krystalliumm,nikitajobson,2-amvibesss,freddycarterz,mooneytoast,xxkookaburraxx,silverblades,daydreamingabout-not-you,labrynthofwords,hpnonsense,tomhollandd,gooseberrygoose,elyonblackstar,odairannies,yhielswiftie,aceveria-art,acciorxses,hufflautia,jimblejamblewriting,arianatwycross,achillesdespair,potterblr,deathnotescenarios,teenage-scorpio,vulcanhugsclub,yourlocalgryffindorsolangelostan,padawanryan,lunarfly,playitaagain,ganymedy,wtffanfiction-de,siriusblackinskirts,stardustschords,qqueerdearr,hillnerd,edgy-slytherin,eli-vandoren,reggiemybeloved,bluefoodl0ver,smashboy,silverdelirium,draco-and-harry-malfoy-pottah,moons-and-mischief,marlymckitten,stonedlorde,they-ca-llme-princess,random-fandom-words,marauderseveryday,jellyinthefish,slytherweasley,dr4cking,clunaes,miss-artemis90,vesnanazemle,janeofthornfieldhall,messrmoonyy,phoebedelia,mirrorinthesky,livingincolorsagain,roleplayfinder,yendts,moniquesstudies,booksareswag,idrawprettyboys,childotkw,dreamyremu,vwikaartt,theater-flags,incorrecttonks,padfootslads,kattlupin,le-petit-hibou,specialagentlokitty,eile24downtown,spiritualchange,ottogatto,ahankar1610,ijustssnappe,leydileyla,stargazing121,kazoo-the-demjin,thecarnivorousmuffinmeta,simplyswooningk,pottersmoon,bi-accident,cr0wrichie,marauders-lupin,night-rhea,marauders-once-said,hearmeoutfrogs,remuslupininskirts,giuls233,drarryshitposts,slytherinnpride,potterheaded-hipster,potterscar,dara-art,roseheira,elivorn,ecaworks,snarkyships-drarryside,movie-gifs,drarryspecificrecsdaily,ershebet,worldofwolfstar,hogwartshousefriends

[gingerest-ale]

YOUR PUNK AU ART has me on the floor. Absolutely spectacular!!!!! If you want to elaborate on your artistic choices I for one would LOVE to hear it <3

THANK UUUU!!!!!!!! also again i want to give credit to thee lovely castielsweedgarden (tumblr won’t let me tag them) for the original concept, the original post is here and their tag for alt!natural posts is here all their content is SO DAMN GOOD please check it out

OK ARTISTIC CHOICES. So for some background I’m a costume designer so I actually spent a lot of time doing research for these outfits and also I pay way to much attention to detail so get ready for an infodump because im a nerd.

DEAN

ok so my headcanon for the jacket (and if u read the og post this will make more sense hgafkgsjk) is that Dean stole it from John the night he and Sam ran away and he starts to modify it and make it his own and put patches on it that would piss off John and thats why he keeps wearing it because he took this thing his dad loved and made it his own and that is the ultimate��“fuck you” to John.

Dean keeps his hair in a really short crew cut because i really enjoy Dean teasing Sam about their hair being long

Sam and Dean dye their hair in motel bathrooms and Dean changes colour every other month meanwhile Sam just dyes their hair black because “i dont want to damage my hair with bleach Dean”

I had a lot of fun with the patches and most are pretty self explanatory BUT i want to draw attention to: 

the handprint patch on Dean’s shoulder right above where the actual handprint is

the patch that says “i love my non binary child” is the first patch that goes on the jacket because Dean wants to support Sam and it is thee ultimate patch that would piss John off

The bee patch was a gift from Cas <3

Deans shirt is ripped from hunting but he likes the aesthetic of it 

The chain around his neck is silver or iron or some other useful ghosthunting metal

also the tattoo on Dean’s hand is inspired by this one fic its so good please read it

Dean wears a bunch of jewelry and you can’t see it but he also has a bunch of tattoos

SAM

Sam wears platform boots and it makes them like 7 feet tall but its ok its what they deserve

I said this in the tags but ill say it again: Sam got the spiked choker because they were tired of getting strangled by monsters all the time and honestly i think a lot of canon!Sam’s problems could be solved if he just wore a spiked choker

Anytime Dean teases Sam about their fashion choices Sam always tells him thats its for practical reasons. The rosary? Its for making holy water in a pinch. The ripped fishnets? they’ll just get ripped anyways. The platform boots? its too intimidate monsters. The spiked choker? Its self defence Dean come on, it’s a purely tactical decision, no aesthetic reason at all.

Sam modified the sweater themself. Spent the long hours in the car embroidering an exorcism onto a cropped sweater (it didn’t use to be cropped, but a werewolf clawed into the bottom part of it and well. here we are) in pink thread and sewing some black lace onto the hem.

why yes, Sam’s skirt does have a blood splatter on it!! you would think this would get Sam some suspicious looks, but their aesthetic is so Like That that people assume its just painted on in an attempt to be edgy. People who assume this are wrong.

Sam likes wearing revealing clothing because it lets other people see how insanely strong and muscled they are and alt!Sam loves being absolutely intimidating to people.

Like. Imagine. This seven foot tall giant shows up, wearing all black and spikes and you can see their insanely muscular thighs under the fishnets and oh god why do they have so many scars you Do Not Want To Mess With Them.

to be clear I think alt!Sam is just as much a sweetheart as canon!Sam is but they dont try to make themself look smaller

CAS

The shirt Cas is wearing says “BOB the man, the myth, the legend” and it is very much based on a shirt my lovely gf has.

The reason cas is dressed Like That is because he woke Jimmy up in the middle of the night and the tshirt and sweatpants and the socks are Jimmy’s pyjamas and of course he had to grab his coat and put on his crocs shoes before leaving the house to get possessed by an angel, he’s a sensible man!!!

ok so i need to talk about the crocs because some people seem unhappy about them. Castiel does not care about human fashion standards. He does not care about how he is perceived by others. Crocs are sturdy, comfortable, practical shoes to him and thats all that matters, why are you laughing Dean? They’re waterproof!

I honestly don’t know why i drew Cas with hoop earrings it just felt right but my current headcanon is because he say Beyoncé wearing some or something.

ok trench coat doodles time!!!!! there are many of them and i wont go into all of them but here are a few noteworthy ones

the one on the top right is based off a lil doodle one of writers did for a fan I think??? I can’t remember someone please link the post ;;

dean just doodles lil bees and hearts all over the place because they make Cas happy

theres a badly drawn Leviathan on there. in case you were wondering what that is

so many games of tic tac toe were played on the trench coat. Sam always takes the circles. Sam always wins.

the big heart on the bottom right contains a doodle of the poodle Dean found hot on that one terrible episode. I’m not sorry. 

I did draw an airplane with gun arms. it’s an inside joke i have with my gf. No i will not elaborate. I think that Dean drew that on there because he thought the idea was funny.

bottom left corner has cool sun wearing sunglasses because we are all kindergarteners 

the SW and DW drawn on the coat are because they put their initials on the places they call home. 

Thank u for your ask my apologies for writing ten million words about it please enjoy

[lebromaah]

“Is There a Reason Why You’re Gawking?”

Pairing: Zoe and Kayn (Zoyn)

Rating: PG/PG-13

A/N: This is a one shot I’ve had in my head for awhile, so I decided to put it into words! It’s not perfect, but I had fun writing it and I hope you enjoy it too!

The sun was setting now; its bright yellow hues grow dim with a mix of oranges and pinks. High up the plateaus that litter Ionia, wind currents weave through each of the structures’ large frames. Howls hum through the heights as the gales mix with each other, like a pack of wolves storming through its rocky edges. Sitting on top of the large formations, amber grass along the small pastures bend to and fro, as if dancing in tune to the wind’s tide.

His skin welcomes the cool air onto its sweating surface, causing a ripple of goosebumps to erect along his tiring muscles. He couldn’t tell if it was relieving, or troubling, considering the sudden change of temperature tempts his muscles to tremble.

A single quake of his bicep, a small hitch of his breath, a quick lapse of will could ruin his one-armed scale form, especially after maintaining it for two hours straight.

Training during the day was never a hobby of his. In fact, he loathed it. He could always feel his prowess for shadow magic weaken while dwelling in direct sunlight. That weakness made him sick. For the longest time, he thought the only solution was to avoid the light to remain strong.

But he was wrong. Though balance in the art of peacekeeping during war is foolish, it’s practicality in fighting and nurturing oneself was always essential. His master taught him this, despite the contempt towards such teachings. There has to be balance in all things. Where there is a light, there is a shadow.

‘The stronger and brighter a light faces you, the more grandiose and abyssal your shadow will become.’

He’s relying on this philosophy now. If he is to hone his shadow magic to a tee, he would have to learn to find his balance, even in unfavorable conditions. The young acolyte couldn’t be more proud of this new found teaching, having already written it down as a core teaching for shadow acolytes that will call him ‘Master’ some day. They will indeed become strong.

Suddenly, his ear catches wind of what sounded like chimes behind him. He curses to himself, disappointed that he couldn’t ignore her presence longer than two minutes.

His companion has been staring at him for a solid thirty minutes. He feels it; her eyes scratch the edge of his skin like tiny blades of grass on a windy day. Though he has adjusted to her now constant residence in his training, taking a drawn out stare from her made him uneasy.

Not so much because of her critical eye, as if she was judging his form; his form was perfect. But because of that eye; the one soaked in rich-purple twilight.

He now understands why Rhaast always chastises her for looking into his fiendish eye; it felt like it was boring into his very being, his very soul, even to the point where she could see the brevity of his life compared to her’s.

That eye, is the one that makes him precarious.

He is nearing the end of his training, where his muscles are at their most tested, ready to give way at any moment. He couldn’t afford anymore distractions. It’s time to say something.

“Is there a reason why you’re gawking?” He hisses between fixed and calculated breathes.

His words causes the floating girl behind him to jump, despite her advantage over gravity. Her reaction told him two things; she didn’t mean to be caught, or she didn’t mean to stare. Judging from how obvious she makes her gaping, it’s probably the latter.

“W-what are you talking about!” she blurts out clumsily as she turns herself right side up in the air. Was she looking at him… upside down?

“Nice try, Zoe,” he responds, not bothering to turn his head to verify his suspicion, “,but you make it obvious.

“Make what obvious!” Zoe exclaims, unnecessarily resonant. “The fact I wasn’t looking? Cause then, you’d be right!” She straightens herself out, placing her hands on her hips confidently, as if she thought she outsmarted him. “Sharp as always, Kayn. Very sharp.”

Kayn rolls his eyes. Usually, he would ride her case in an attempt to assert himself over her. But through trial and error, he’s learned that such a tactic doesn’t work on her naive disposition. She likes to brag, rather than try to affirm her strengths over his.

Participating in such useless banter wasn’t his usual preference, so there was no need to try to outsmart her. He knows who’s better, so he decides not to waste his breath.

He pauses before speaking up again. “Why are you still here anyway? I thought you hated waiting around while I train.”

“Well, I-I’ve never been here before,” she explains, a hint of fluster still present in her chirpy voice. “I already checked out the field of flowers down there; even tried talking to the farmers,” she sighs. “But they ran away.”

Kayn’s throat emits a short hum. “That’s no surprise. If an annoying girl came flying up to me wanting to share her non-existent message, I would run too,” He asserts with an edgy tongue.

Zoe doesn’t bother giving attention to his remark. Instead, her head perks up, causing her free flowing hair to flutter after it. “But you didn’t.”

Kayn’s arm nearly gives way in response to his heart skipping a beat. What a lousy time for her to be saying such things...

She continues before he could defend himself. “To be fair, you weren’t nice to me either. You wanted to kill me!” She cheeps with a giggle. “But I got slick moves and an endless mass of stars on my side!” She slings her right arm, and after, her left, to simulate her Paddle Star as she rambles. “Too bad.”

Kayn’s scowl only grew as she kept bragging. Not only because she was annoying him with her ranting, but because he knows there’s truth to her swagger. She was slick, quick, and unpredictable. Fighting her only spelled a humiliating defeat by her leaving him in the wilds to dream her magic-filled dreams…and the flower crown… the flower crown.

Kayn exhales, as if expelling the creeping lapse of concentration from his very being. “You lose if your magic is silenced for a split second, you know. Don’t talk like you’re invincible.”

“Oh I know; Too bad you don’t have that ability,” she sasses, smiling confidently with a thumbs up.

There’s that look again. Her eyes were wide, radiant, and colorful; as if twilight itself was nestled in her irises. That cheeky grin she flashes annoys Kayn - while also making him a little nervous.

He was aware of that feeling, bringing it up to himself in his meditations. Unfortunately, his sub-conscience has yet to reveal why that inclination rears its head when she looks at him so... boldly? What was the word?

Before he could be troubled any further, the sun finally disappears behind the hills; his training is officially over.

Zoe’s eyes light up when she sees Kayn lower himself to the ground. “Are you finally done!”

Kayn sighs as he opens and closes his human hand, relieving it of its stiffness. “Yes. Training is over.”

“Woo hoo!” Zoe shrieks as she rolls her body in the air and into his personal space. “I’ll make a portal and we ca-“

“I’m afraid not,” Kayn interrupts as he quickly places his Darken finger on her lips. Zoe cheeks puff as his gesture before she furrows her eyes at him. The way her large oracles glower at his gaze brings the most modest bit of warmth to his cheeks.

“How did I get up here?”

She blinks as Kayn softens the pressure from his finger on her lips, allowing her to speak. “You… climbed?” she answers sheepishly, as if he was asking her a trick question.

“Ok,” he smirks. “So how am I getting down?”

Zoe blinks twice as her brain processes and accesses his answer hidden in the question. Then it hit her; her body gives into gravity and her curious expression switches to one of disappointment. “You’re not… climbing… down?” Her voice trails off sheepishly.

Kayn’s finger releases her lips. His eyes never leave her pleading gaze as he loosens up his arms, then his legs, smirking as she pouts her little lip.

One of his guilty pleasures was always to deliberately tease his impatient partner. Sometimes, completely unaware of this, he goes out of his way to bedevil her just to see her little scowl. She gets her way most of the time they’re together anyway, so Kayn never sees any harm in trying her patience.

Zoe groans, her eyes not leaving his teasing stare, that is until he flexes his arms and chest during his warm up. For a split second, her eyes dart across his torso and arms before starting back to his eyes.

He catches on to her look-see. “Pervert.”

Zoe gasps, her eyes growing wide once again while her cheeks flush bright red. “NO I’M NOT!” she screeches. Kayn chuckles before starting his descent, completely unaware of how charming her blushing face is to him.

[darkmistandodddreams]

21 Questions (it’s only 15 tho???)

was tagged by @forestlion and wow it’s truly been forever since I did one of these and I feel very 2015 but it’s corona and everythings allowed, so here goes:

Name/Nickname: Ulrike, but if you can’t pronouce that or you wanna abbreviate any of my online nicknames thats fine by me. i’ve been called Nebel, Dark, Mist, Gift whatever stikes your fancy

Star sign: Because I’m that bitch I gotta expand and tell you I’m a gemini sun, aries moon, cancer rising

Last movie i saw: Midsommar and I loved it but it broke me and I had to intensely think about it for at least 3 days

Last thing i googled: “baisers mit aquafaba rezepte”

Other blogs: no sideblogs, we die like uncoordinated blobs of diverse interests

Do i get asks: almost never

Reason for my url: buckle up, this is a longer one, or not really, but it’ll take a bit to explain and it’s also saying a lot about me i guess? there is a line titania says in shakespeares “ a midsummer nights dream” act 2, scene 1 “ Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain, as in revenge, have sucked up from the sea contagious fogs” and when we did the play with our drama group in school when I was like 13 the german translation of that and how our titania said it stuck with me so much. Little horrible theater nerd kid me LOVED that dramatic shit, I think the german went something like “Drum hat der WInd aus Rache, giftge Nebel aus tiefer See gesogen” and hmm, still love that. So yeah when I made a tumblr a few years later I was edgy and wanted something mysterious and cool and i got inspired by that vivid memory. By now it’s just my brand.

Following: I follow 275 blogs if that’s the question, and I have ca. 600 followers (WHO are all these people what the fuck)

Average sleep: like 10 hours now that I can because of unemployment and quarantine. Usually I try to get about 9hrs, at minimum 8 tho. I just. NEED my sleep.

Lucky number: don’t really have one I think

Currently wearing: A kind of?? white sleeveless shirt that says “Bigger on the Inside” on it in the blank spaces between DYI paint speckles made by a friend from whom I inherited it and a Star Wars print skirt I made myself.

Dream job: Realistically? Really anything I don’t hate that maybe has a little connection to the arts and that pays the bills. If you’te talking about “makes your heart hurt a little everytime you think about how it’s never going to happen” jobs then thats actress and/or voice actress

Favorite food: I love a lot of food but i feel something really has to be said for the versatility and amazingness of bread.

Favorite song: I couldn’t possibly say. feel like it should be something that jumps out at me immediately where I can say “that one!” but I’m drawing up a blank.

Instruments: Have a poor underused Ukulele lying around, also a Kalimba, a Kazoo, all these instruments that you don’t have to practice a lot with to make some nice sounds. Played the Piano and the Recorder for a while as a kid, but forgot everything.

I think it’s supposed to be answer 21 Questions and tag as many people, but, ignoring the fact that these are only 15 questions, really who has time for that. Just take this as an open invitation if you wanna put some info about yourself on the internet like it’s the golden age of tumblr again

[cockworkangels]

Too Much Heart

tap for quality

[huntypastellance]

Yeah, We’re talking about this now.

If you’ve been in the she1thdom for a while now & have followed popular she1th accounts, you’ll have noticed them occasionally posting something.....weird.

Posts vaguely complaining about a certain unnamed person who seems to despise the she1th fandom, use it for profit & doing all sorts of unsavory things behind the scenes in private DMs & discord servers.....

That person is Lee CA (Glossolalia on ao3), writer of those 2 fics that have invaded every she1th fan’s dash at some point in time (”Alien Sex Fiend” & “Picosecond”).

He’s the Cassandra Clare of the VLD fandom if CC had been caught being a creep & not just being a manipulative egotistical plagiarist obsessed with marketing.

Lee CA is about as much of a she1th fan as the infamous anti klanced is -- they ONLY care about it as a tool to boost their own popularity & will spend endless amounts of time bashing she1thers.

There’s a lot of posts about his whole sexual exploitation of naive minors & the whole thing blew up late February of 2019, but We’re here to talk about Lee’s entire history. (Notes: there will be some sources, but a lot of this is really old stuff or stuff only mentioned in private servers, so they’ve been lost to the sands of time or are just things heard through the grapevine.)

To preface all of this: NOBODY saw any of this coming. At worst, Lee was a narcissistic plagiarist high off the fumes of his own success, but his attitude at no point gave off any signs that he would exploit minors in that way. (Exploiting them for profit, though - that’s basically his whole shtick).

Lee was/is a very popular writer in the she1thdom (with fandom picking up the fanon “Shiro calls Keith ‘cherrybomb’” from his fics) & would charge professional rates for his works on his patreon, raking in around $1300 to $1600 PER MONTH for almost 2 YEARS on she1th fics alone (that isn’t counting his commissions either: he charges $125 for a 5000 word fic, $150 for a fic with porn). If he doesn’t hit his goal of $1600 a month, well, that’s clearly YOUR problem for not sponsoring him enough, not his.

Yeah, sure you could save $25 for the porn-free version, but reading a Lee work without any smut is like trying to eat a bowl of nails without any milk in it.

And then he would bitch & moan in DMs to other she1th creators about how “disgustingly underpaid he was”, “how ungrateful [she1th fans] are” or whine in she1th discords until his sympathizers ponied up enough money to pay him for another commission. Hell, he even admitted to MANY she1thers that he didn’t care about she1th, he didn’t like she1th & he was FURIOUS that how DARE not all his she1th fans were eager to throw their money at his original works (which forced him to go back to writing for she1th, even though he literally quit his dayjob to write fanfics full-time).

“Gruelingly underpaid” is apparently “professional rates for writing” so maybe Lee’s making a statement about the writing industry. Or maybe he’s just a dick.

As an ex-supporter of his patreon, We can tell you just how horrible his tiers are. And how tiring his whole gimmick of “I’m that edgy she1th writer! Sex workers! Drugs! Alcoholism! Cheating! Keith & Shiro hating each other but having sex! Christianity is evil & homophobic! -obligatory mention of Gucci because I’m trying to insert subliminal messages in my works to get my readers to buy me stuff!-” quickly got.

Essentially you’d have to pay $10 per month to see anything that wasn’t basically stuff you’d see on his twitter feed or tumblr. (”Pay me $5 a month & I’ll post my notes & let you know what I’m up to!”).

You also had to pay for updates to his she1th fic “Picosecond” if you wanted him to update at a speed faster than “1 chapter every 2-3 months” -- which is already stupid since it’s his fic, but if you’re unlucky & you “didn’t pay him enough”, he’d mention it on the post update that it’s YOUR fault that this chapter wasn’t longer*!

But it’s totally fine, because he said it in a joking tone & so that makes it okay to throw shade at his commissioner like that~!

*minor issue but he artificially inflates his own word count by waxing on about the scenery or filling the chapter with long monologues, so he was ripping people off even more while shilling how “deep” he was

Lee later threw a fit again about how ungrateful, uncaring & cruel the she1thdom was. Why? Because his newest fic about witch!Keith, paladin!Shiro & the cursed tree with crying baby heads for fruit didn’t get over 100 kudos within the span of three days.

And if you were a new fan to she1th & wanted fic recs? He’ll literally just rec his own fics & only his own fics! (Despite having connections to basically every she1th fic writer in the fandom).

Calling Lee a narcissist is a bit of an understatement.

He was also caught plagiarizing another she1ther’s band fic. And, key point here:

The original fic was posted for free on ao3.

Lee’s version was patreon-only until he posted it to ao3 (after ignoring his patreon subscribers who were like “hey what the fuck, i’ve read this before”).

You had to PAY to read Lee’s version (& this is just a personal opinion, but do you think you’d want to pay for a passionless uncaring version of the same fic? His whole disdain towards VLD & She1th leaks out all over his writing, but he’s so good at marketing his stuff that people don’t really notice it - they just think he’s being “dark & edgy”).

He then claimed to have no prior knowledge of the fic only for people to dig up his ao3 account & find out that not only had he bookmarked the original fic, but he had also kudosed it. (Yes, he’s deleted that bookmark by now. Can’t delete the kudos though!)

Lee tried to spin the whole thing as “fighting for the freedom to write whatever you want” just like how he tried to spin his condescending tweets about the Hanakotoba zine’s selection process as “rewarding those who worked hard at their writing” like it wasn’t just a blatant “im only picking me, my friends & popular folks & calling them the best the fandom has to offer” cash grab.

He eventually took down the fic but not before loudly insisting that he was in the right. The other author just wanted the drama to be over with so the entire incident was settled & forgotten without much fanfare.

And then someone spoke up & mentioned that Lee had begged for nudes from underaged fans. And a whole storm of threads poured forth, many of Lee’s whiteknights vanished into the wind & the she1th blogs who had been vaguing about him for years finally gave up on him (you can only avoid someone so much if they’re that popular & basically in every single she1th event promo & whatnot).

Essentially, it was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

Or is it?

In the grand scheme of things, this hasn’t really changed much for Lee. People did write to his publisher, Oni Press, (as Lee was working on Dream Daddy with them) & while there was a response, there hasn’t been much information as to how it concluded.

His patreon follower count did drop quite a bit, but Lee still has many fans who will willingly throw tons of money at him. (Besides, he was already losing followers after VLD ended - tons of people lost interest in both the canon & in fan content).

So yeah, things haven’t really changed that much for Lee other than some people now refusing to support him financially or make art based on his works.

Twitter threads & posts about the whole incident:

http://archive.fo/HxI0H

http://archive.fo/N1thM

http://archive.fo/caVOs

http://archive.fo/YjBA5

http://archive.fo/2GgnG

http://archive.fo/454Ww

http://archive.fo/50f9A

http://archive.fo/EhBIQ

Fail-fandom threads about Lee CA’s attitude towards his own fans & his semi-illegal patreon (illegal in the sense that he never discloses on his account that he’s writing VLD fanfics for money):

https://fail-fandomanon.dreamwidth.org/265625.html?thread=1492373401#cmt1492373401

http://fail-fandomanon.dreamwidth.org/264405.html?thread=1485573845#cmt1485

https://fail-fandomanon.dreamwidth.org/321513.html?thread=1844915433#cmt1844915433

Lee CA’s plagiarism of another author:

http://archive.fo/TM25C

http://archive.fo/ioMRF

http://archive.fo/3kymS

http://archive.fo/yw6io