#i am not projecting i would never project youre projecting

[akanemnon]

So um..................

I know your on a break but uh.. it was bound to happen but I suppose some things don't make sense now in twin runs right like toroiel.?

But also OH MY GOD WHAT A RIDE

What are your thoughts on the new chapters?

I suggest you read this post or the FAQ

Either way Deltarune Chapter 3 and 4 talk under the cut

SOOOOOOO that just happened.

I know the two chapters would be very different in tone, but I didn't think it would be THAT stark of a contrast.

I REALLY did not expect the Roaring Knight to make an appearance that early as Chapter 3. I honestly thought they would make their first appearance in Chapter 4, BUT I'M NOT COMPLAINING. Because WHOOOO that was a ride. I'm quite bad at the game, so I didn't get the shadow mantle before the encounter. But I DID see what happens when you actually go ahead and beat them! That puts so much shit into perspective. Especially with everything that's involving Kris.

I'm sure the fandom is busy putting all the puzzle pieces together and stuff. I know I AM! But it does feel nice to see that my interpretation of their dislike for the Player but outright needing them is pretty accurate. I didn't expect to be smacked with hockey stick, but hey... I getchu Kris. And I am really sorry.

ANOTHER thing I called was how dead people can turn into Darkners when tethered to an object. I feel really vindicated in my writing when I saw that.

Also can we talk about Gerson???? CAN WE TALK ABOUT MOTHERFUCKING GERSON BOOM???? Man, I am SO GLAD he got to shine in chapter 4. His presence in Undertale as a veteran of the human and monster war was already super interesting. And now he is IN THE FRIGGIN SPOTLIGHT AS A MENTOR FIGURE. I AM EATING THIS UP. Also his battle theme is a certified banger.

Oh yeah, speaking of the characters in general, I am SO HAPPY how much growth we got from both Susie and Ralsei in these two chapters. It is so insane how well-written these characters are. IT FEELS SO FUCKING REAL. Man, this is why Toby is such a big inspiration in writing for me. AND I DIDN'T EVEN MENTION TENNA YET????? I swear, when I first saw him I was instantly thinking of all the other Tenna interpretations out there and how they could have NEVER predicted this. And the SPAMTON CONNECTIONS??? These two idolized one another and took so much from each other but could never be the other. That is both sad and hilarious at the same time-

ALSO THE FUCKING TITAN AT THE END????? Now I can see why Toby would've never been able to do Deltarune as his first project. This shit was INSANE /verpos

I could go for hours about this btw. Still finding secrets here and there and rewriting bits from The Other Script as we speak...

[permanentmess]

bob reynolds headcanons (including romantic x reader !)

GIF NOT MINE

a/n: i have completely let this hyperfixation consume me to the point where i quite literally think of bob or the thunderbolts most of the day. it's debilitating, but that means you will get some very passionate fics from me (literally have been in the middle of writing one thats why this took so long)

this is written with a female reader in mind, although could be easily read as otherwise :)

also let me address a common worry: absolutely NONE of this is meant to infantilize or baby this character in any way. anything i wrote was with a lot of consideration and i was using my logical thought processes to develop these. i recognize that this is a major issue already and i am not attempting to contribute to it

warnings: mentions of sex/sex life and activities so MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY, mental illness (obviously), food/lack of eating, SPOILERS FOR THE THUNDERBOLTS* FILM INCLUDING POST CREDIT SCENE

like i said in the thunderbolts one, its practically canon/accepted fanon that bob loves to read

i also feel like he might just...forget to eat (this basically comes from the bag of food and full shake he had in the post credit scene too lmao)

is trying to learn to cook but can really only cook like mac and cheese or scrambled eggs

but since he has a lot more free time, i can imagine after a bit he'd get pretty good at it (can you imagine ben grimm teaching him how to cook oml)

relationship wise, i think he's not exactly inexperienced, but he doesn't really remember anything

it says in his file his drug addiction and juvenile record started in middle school

so any romantic relationship or anything in that realm is just like...not familiar to him at all. or he just simply doesn't remember, like i said

i feel like he really likes physical touch but due to his past + the void, he's just a bit scared to touch anyone at first

but once he trusts himself and others more its easier (like towards the end of the movie/with yelena)

i think he likes the comfort of the baggy clothes that cover most of him, and thats why he wears them even though he "runs hot" (totally not projecting here) ((also its like teenagers w their hoodies -- weighted blanket style))

something tells me he likes arcades, specifically claw machines. idk why

also stuffed animals. yelena and ava definitely bought him one of those weighted ones

he seems like he would want to sleep with a nightlight at least, if not one of those aurora borealis light thingys (i have one 10/10 very calming)

i know everyone writes him as stuttering a lot, but i think he really only does it when he's anxious (i think im an expert, ive seen this movie 5 times don't come for me 🤚🏼)

like he can get really confident, especially on his better days

other than reading, i feel like he'd get into drawing or photography. something creative that can distract him but provide an outlet

(also this is actually canon but) he does the chores and dishes because he wants to feel like he's contributing to the team since he can't control his powers :(

this is maybe me projecting a little, but i feel like he ends up finding a lot of solace in nature. he went to malaysia to try and figure stuff out, so i have no doubts that he likes to get out of the city

more x reader based [romantic, some could be platonic]:

he loves his hair being played with. like you want him to pass out easy? let him stick his head in your lap, run your hands through it, massage his scalp. he'll be OUT in like 5 minutes

washing his hair? oh my god he is literally in heaven

your relationship is very slow but honestly both of you are okay with that

you two are also that couple that doesn't argue. you may disagree or want to talk to each other about stuff, but you never raise your voices [think: holt and kevin in B99 "arguing"]

he kinda does seem like the jealous type to me, but not in the toxic way. he'll just squeeze your hand extra tight or do that behind hug where he puts his head on yours or your shoulder and you immediately know

(its very hot when he gets possessive)

other than physical touch, i think he's an acts of service man. anything he can do to share his love, he wants to. and he likes little things you do for him

when i think of being with bob i just think of that quiet relationship where you're really in sync, soft mornings with the sun streaming in through the window, cute candid photos on each others phones

but i could also see one with like a slightly more talkative/expressive reader who really brings out bob's confidence. i don't doubt that he loves to yap too (some/most days at least)

he will try to cook for you but it might not turn out well (he's banned from the kitchen one week for burning water. he got distracted cause you were so pretty)

on a bit more of the sexual side, i feel like he has a praise kink. like he likes being told how he's doing, if he's treating you well, etc.

i feel like your guys' sex life starts really slow. just kissing, then moving up, until one day something in you both just kinda snaps and you can't keep your hands off each other

and maybe when its like very passionate or maybe he's a bit jealous that day, sentry comes out a little 🤭

despite being a god, sentry will straight worship you, idc, its canon

not that bob wouldn't

but sentry does on another level

at the end of the day, bob wants what you want, and you want what he wants, so it all works out well

bob is the type to have a note on his notes app of just your favorite things (all your typical orders, favorite books/movies/music, etc.). like its not that he doesn't remember (he has it memorized) but you know just in case Void takes a lot more of his memory

he'll bring a jacket with just in case you forget, he'll open doors for you, pull out your chair, he just gives off pure sweetheart and gentleman energy (not in the infantilization way)

just imagine a really peaceful relationship all around with such a genuine, sweet guy (i need him so bad)

as with the thunderbolts one, let me know about your own! kinda short but i hope they are enjoyable

[peachiejeongin]

Just found your blog and LOVE it!! And I have an idea for Changbin! How about one where he takes you to the gym for the first time and he's being nice and showing you how to use the equipment and you go along with it BUT THEN he turns around and sees you lifting a shit ton of weight and he's just like "how...what-I HOW?!?!"

Or one where you're a pole dancer (not self projecting) and he's watching you dance and then wants to try some inverts because he lifts and he doesn't understand that those muscle groups don't carry over and it's fluffy crack

💚💚💚

you lift me up (literally) | changbin

pairing: changbin x reader genre: fluff, crack warnings: mild swearing notice: hello, my love! thank you so much for your request! i decided to go with the first suggestion, and i am definitely considering the second as well! without further ado, enjoy the story! :)

word count: 1.3K

“Come on, babe! It’ll be fun!”

Those six words, spoke ever so enthusiastically by your boyfriend, were how you found yourself in this situation:

You were at the gym.

Otherwise known as Changbin’s second home.

Machines clanked, grunts echoed, and it reeked of protein powder, sweat, and body odor. 

Why did you agree to this?

‘Because your boyfriend is an absolute sweetheart, and if you said no to him, your heart would break in two pieces,’ you thought to yourself.

Still, you had not been to a weight room in years, so it felt like a completely foreign experience, though it most certainly was not.

Hell, as far as Changbin knew, you had not been here at all.

To your defense, he was so enthusiastic once you agreed to come, rambling on and on about everything you guys could work on together. You did not want to break his heart by saying you had already worked on pretty much every machine you could think of. Even now, he looked so excited to have you here with him, beaming from ear to ear at you.

“Are you ready, y/n?” Changbin asked, practically bouncing on his heels. His sleeveless top clung to his torso, his biceps basically bulging out of the sleeves.

“Totally,” you replied, faking a smile. “I’m so ready to embarrass myself in front of a bunch of gym buffs…one of those being my boyfriend!”

Changbin laughed, wrapping an arm around you and pressing a light kiss to your temple. 

“You’re gonna do great,” he told you, tone highly optimistic. “I’ll walk you through everything, don’t worry.”

You nodded, still feeling hesitant, but nevertheless letting him guide you to the dumbbell racks like some sort of muscly gymnasium tour guide.

“This is a dumbbell,” Changbin explained, completely seriously.

“Really?!” you questioned sarcastically. “I had no idea!”

Changbin shot you a playful glare before continuing.

“Anyways, it’s your best friend during workouts. We’ll start small.”

You quietly snorted but played along, letting Changbin show you how to do curls, shoulder presses, and how not to swing your body while lifting. He was attentive and sweet the entire time, never once teasing you—even when you exaggerated your struggle whilst lifting a 50-pound dumbbell for a little dramatic effect.

“While you’re lifting,” he advised, “keep your elbows tucked in—don’t let them loosely go everywhere. Try to keep your back straight, too. That way, you don’t drop the dumbbells on yourself.”

You nodded dutifully at his “lesson.”.

“Got it. Keep my elbows tucked, don’t arch my back, and don’t die.”

Changbin chuckled.

“Exactly. Ready to try some machines?”

Ten minutes later, you were pretending to listen as he explained how to use the leg press.

“This machine can be difficult,” Changbin warned. “A good tip I have for you is to start light. Try around 70-80 pounds at first just to get a feel for things.”

“Right,” you nodded once more. “‘Light.’”

As he was about to help you get started on the machine, he noticed one of his friends walking in.

“Hey, man!” he called out, turning back to you shortly after doing so. “I’m gonna go talk to him for a second. You got this?”

You gave Changbin a thumbs up and a smile in response with Changbin returning the latter; as soon as he walked away, you quietly stood up and adjusted the weights on the machine. A cheeky grin tugged at your lips.

Time to have some fun.

You loaded it up, not too dramatically, but enough to add a bit of a shock factor. You began to work the machine, pressing the added weight with ease.

To your luck, Changbin came back over just in time.

“Sorry about that baby! How are you doing?”

“Just fine!” you exclaimed, not even out of breath. Changbin smiled, proud that you had “caught on” quickly.

Then he noticed the weight on the machine.

His eyes widened, jaw dropping as he watched you effortlessly press nearly 250 pounds on the leg press.

The silence was loud, and Changbin was incredibly surprised, to say the least.

You stopped on the machine, smiling innocently as you looked at him.

“How’d I do?”

“You…What the…How the…How did you…” Changbin stumbled over his words, confusion sputtering out of him as he looked between you, the leg press, and the added weight.

You stood up from the machine, cracking your knuckles as you made your way over to Changbin.

“I thought you said this machine could be difficult?” you cheekily teased, poking at his chest; he just stared at you like a deer caught in the headlights.

“Babe.” He blinked. “That’s more than I can press! How do you even know how to use it??? I thought this was your first time at the gym???”

You just laughed.

“I never said that, Binnie!” you defended yourself. “But hey, you looked so happy talking about getting to teach me and stuff, so I wanted to keep up the act to make you even happier!”

Changbin let out a light chuckle out of pure disbelief.

“I’m still happy!” Changbin told you, excitedly. “Hell, I’m even happier than I was teaching you because you’re an absolute beast!”

You let out a string of light giggles.

“Guilty as charged,” you confessed.

“But wait,” Changbin paused. “How can you lift that much?”

You shrugged, tilting your head.

“High school,” you answered. “I was on the track team, and we weight-trained every week. I kinda miss it now that I’m thinking about it.”

Changbin gaped slightly, hands on his hips, eyes shifting from pure confusion.

“Seriously??? You never told me you did track in school!!” He shook his head, his brain trying to wrap itself around everything still. “Damn baby, you could’ve let me through a workout!”

“What can I say,” you chuckled. “I like watching you explain gym stuff to me, though. You get all serious and hot when you really get into it.”

He groaned, hiding his face in his hands from both incredulity and bashfulness.

“I just mansplained how to do a fucking curl-up to you, meanwhile you’re out here leg-pressing 250 pounds!”

You patted his back, unable to keep yourself from laughing uncontrollably.

“If it makes you feel any better,” you assured, “your form tips were really helpful. I actually didn’t know keeping your elbows tucked in helps with lifting.”

“Wow,” Changbin sighed. “I helped Miss Beastmode with her form. I feel special.” His tone was a mix of playful sarcasm and his usual teasing.

You looked at him, a cheeky glint present in your gaze.

“Well, I could always coach you on my form,” you suggested. “How I got to be able to lift and press as much as I do.”

Changbin narrowed his eyes at you.

“I’ll let you teach me on one condition.”

“Which is?”

“If you’re able to pick me up.”

“Changbin, what?!” Your eyes went wide and you began to chuckle. “Okay, I’m strong, but I haven’t been to a gym in years!”

“So what?!” Changbin playfully hollered. “You just leg-pressed 250 pounds like it was nothing, but you’re scared to pick me up?! I see how it is.”

“Arm strength is different from leg strength!” you fought back teasingly.

“No, no!” he sarcastically stated, dramatically turning away from you. “I get it! You don’t want to. You’re not strong enough to. Guess you won’t get to coach me!”

Changbin was only joking, but he worded it in a way that dared you to do so.

As such, you suddenly came closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist—which caught him completely off guard—and picking him up. Turns out, even after a few years, your arm muscles did not betray you as you lifted him off of the ground with ease, nearly having him over your shoulder. To add even more hilarity, you began spinning around, causing Changbin and yourself to giggle continuously. 

“Okay, okay!” Changbin called out. “Point proven! Can I get down now?!”

You did as asked of you, setting Changbin down and stretching your arms lightly afterwards.

“So,” you began, smiling brightly. “Can I coach you now?”

Changbin rolled his eyes playfully.

“Only if I get to spot you.”

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[starryhyuck]

drunk on you! (m) — PATREON EXCLUSIVE

pairing: lovestruck!hyuck x afab!grumpy!reader

words: 6.1k+

summary: you’re confused when chenle’s friend starts following you everywhere.

genre: fluff, smut

warnings: babygirl hyuck, blowjobs, pussy eating, car sex, pussy slapping, squirting

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happy birthday hyuck!!!! <33

When Chenle told you he wanted to introduce you to his friend group, you were hesitant at first.

Your project partner is normally just a guy you play basketball with after class, but he’s very cheerful at the idea of merging his worlds as much as possible. You’ve already met Mark considering Chenle drags him to the court so often, but this would be the first formal meeting with the rest of his crew.

You can be a little prickly sometimes, especially to those who don’t really know you. You’ve never made a good first impression to anyone, and Chenle approved of this message when he stated, “The first time we got paired together, Mark was convinced you would unhinge your jaw and eat me whole for the fun of it.”

So you don’t particularly see the need to make new friends. You’re perfectly content with the sparse few you already have, but Chenle is convinced that his group will love you once they take a few minutes to actually understand you.

“You should also bring a birthday gift for Hyuck. He’s never opposed to bribes,” Chenle remarks as he sinks a three-pointer into the basket.

You cross your arms over your chest. “How am I supposed to buy a gift for a guy I don’t even know?”

Mark interjects, approaching you and handing you a spare water bottle. The three of you have already been playing for over an hour, but you’re pretty sure that Chenle would live on the court if he could. “Hyuck’s easy. He likes cute things. You might not even have to buy anything. If you pinch your cheek and sing happy birthday in a cute voice, he’ll be over the moon.”

You narrow your eyes. “There’s no way in hell I’m doing that.”

So you spend the majority of your Friday afternoon scavenging through the Japanese boutique shops near campus, grabbing anything you deem remotely cute and dumping it into your shopping basket. When you arrive at the address Chenle texted over to you, you’re greeted by a somewhat familiar face.

“Oh!” Jisung says when he spots you behind the door. “I didn’t know you were coming.”

You raise an eyebrow at him. The few times Chenle has brought Jisung over to play basketball, the boy has cowered away from you like you’re infected with the plague. Chenle tells you it’s because Jisung is scared you’ll also eat him whole.

“Are you going to let me in?”

With a blush forming at his cheeks, Jisung steps aside so you can enter the apartment. There’s already a ruckus occurring in the living room, with multiple people standing up to argue over the board game situated on the coffee table.

Mark spots you first, shaking his head at the rambunctious group to guide you inside. “Donghyuck said the loser has to get a kiss on the cheek from him so they all got very competitive really fast,” he explains, taking the gift bag in your hands and placing it on the growing pile near the kitchen. “Thanks for coming.”

“It’s not like Chenle gave me much of a choice-”

“Mark! Who’s your friend?”

A man pops up by Mark’s side, brown hair tousled messily around his forehead while his doll-like features stare back at you. He’s wearing an oversized t-shirt that reads birthday kisses are appreciated and his cheeks are littered with pink sparkles.

Mark introduces you to who you assume to be Donghyuck. “We play basketball together.”

“Happy birthday,” you say, already exhausted from the social toll this is taking on you. “Where’s the alcohol?”

You feel Donghyuck’s gaze follow you while Mark leads you into the kitchen. You keep to yourself for most of the night, preferring to be a fly on the wall as Chenle’s friend group engages in various drinking games together. You wonder how long you’re obligated to stay for Chenle’s sake, but your friend is barely paying attention to you while he screams at Jisung for his incompetence at understanding the current game they’re playing.

“So… you like basketball?”

You’re startled when the birthday boy leans against the wall next to you, now adorning a bright pink sash and matching pink tiara. He blinks at you, a smile threatening to curl at the edge of his lips.

You shrug. “I’m not that bad. Chenle is the one who’s convinced he can improve my skills overnight.”

“I’m sure you’re a star!” He exclaims, fingers clasped tightly together as he holds them to his chest. “Chenle didn’t mention you would be coming. Sorry they haven’t been explaining the games to you, we can get carried away sometimes.”

“It’s fine,” you reply, brushing it off. “I’m sure I’d be bad at it anyways. I’m not exactly gifted when it comes to things like this.”

“I think you’re exceptionally gifted.”

“…You just met me?”

He blushes when you call him out on his blatant lie. Mark never told you Donghyuck would be so… cheery. He somehow finds a way to smile at everything, and you’ve watched him snuggle up to multiple people over the course of the night. Everyone else seems to be used to it but you’re still adjusting to his public displays of affection.

“W-Well, you look like someone who would be exceptionally gifted! Trust me, I’m the best judge of character,” he replies, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “Have you taken a slice of cake yet?”

You glance over at the bear-shaped birthday cake on the counter. “Shouldn’t you be the one to take the first slice? And don’t we have to sing happy birthday?”

He stutters. “I mean, yes, b-but I really want you to try it! Renjun got the bakery to make it in my favorite flavor and I’m curious about your review.”

You don’t know why Donghyuck is giving you his attention, especially since most of his friends are calling his name, asking him to rejoin the circle. He ignores them in favor of flashing his puppy dog eyes at you.

“Uh, okay.”

Later, when Renjun questions why you’re eating the cake before anyone else, Donghyuck flashes him a scowl and tells him to mind his own business.

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[chunkypossum]

1. What drew you to Azris?

How unexpectedly well they fit together. Exact opposites in some ways with so many parallels to their stories at the same time. I felt like they could really understand one another on a level no one else would be able to.

2. What themes do you explore most often in your fics? Do you have a favorite image or location that you return to again and again?

I dig in deep with souls bonds with these two. Something deeper than even a mating bond that ties them together in all universes. I use water a lot in my writing always giving them a clean fresh slate ready for a rebirth and to find one another again.

3. What is your favorite fic/art that you’ve made? Why?

I love all my babies. Kerosene taught me so much. I am really proud of because it was the first fanfic I have written since I was a teenager, it's 225k, and it's completely pantsed. I didn't fully know where I was going until I got there, and it all just fell where it was meant to. What we deserve might have been the most fun to write because of the Mariana hate, though.

4. What is your writing/drawing/painting setup? Do you have a routine that you follow?

I seek novelty, and my attention span is the size of a gnat's. I have 5 different places I creat depending on my mood or needs.

5. Give a favorite headcanon about Azriel and Eris, separately, and Azriel and Eris, together.

Azriel: hates spiders bc he somehow gets his wings tangled in webs entirely too often and can’t shake the feeling of it for hours after. If a spider in in him he does not handle it well.

Eris: his childhood makes him feel fiercely protective of all kids he is around. Believes they deserve to have their youth protected so they can be kids and feel safe.

Azris: they are incredible judgmental together. Whispering in each others ears about people at functions, bets and secret signals.

6. Have you worn wigs?

No I have not.

7. Will you wear wigs?

Maaaybeee

8. What upcoming projects are you excited about?

I can't wait to get past the fluff in Carve me open (sorry) and get Sigillum out there. Because once I finish Sigillum, then I can work on My Coming Down in earnest, and I am SO excited for that one. So really, I never stop being excited.

9. Name some influences on your writing or art style - could be fellow writers, poets, singers, nature, etc.

ohhhhhh I get a lot of inspiration from my fellow Azris writers. They are all sooooo good that I wanna be just like them when I grow up. Sitting alone and listening to the breeze, my “hurt me” playlist on Spotify, random bouts of inspiration when reading or watching social media videos. Outlined a new fic a couple days ago after hearing a line of dialogue from a play lol.

10. What encouragement would you give someone who is just beginning a project? Someone who is stalled on a project? Someone losing steam/interest?

Take it slow and give yourself grace. Forcing it is only going to lessen to frustration. Take breaks often and enjoy something outside of fandom that inspires you or just feels good. Let your muses guide you and let them rest sometimes so when you’re itching to write they are fully charged and excited to lend a hand. Write what you wished existed, not to please the masses. The masses are never pleased. The masses are fickle. Create for your heart!

Azris Week 2025 Self-Spotlight

Only five more days until the main event! To continue fostering more community between Azris creators, instead of having user-submitted writers or artists answer some questions, creators can interview themselves!

Pretend you can see my jazz hands.

These questions are for ALL Azris creators - writers, mood board creators, artists, you get the idea! At the end of Azris Week, anyone who has filled out the below interview will get added to a master list so that everyone can see your thoughts. Feel free to add your own questions at the bottom, if you think of anything else you’d like to say about your Azris Week creations.

If you aren’t doing anything for Azris Week 2025 but want to participate anyway, go ahead! No one will stop you and you’ll still be included in the master list.

Questions

1. What drew you to Azris?

2. What themes do you explore most often in your fics? Do you have a favorite image or location that you return to again and again?

3. What is your favorite fic/art that you’ve made? Why?

4. What is your writing/drawing/painting setup? Do you have a routine that you follow?

5. Give a favorite headcanon about Azriel and Eris, separately, and Azriel and Eris, together.

6. Have you worn wigs?

7. Will you wear wigs?

8. What upcoming projects are you excited about?

9. Name some influences on your writing or art style - could be fellow writers, poets, singers, nature, etc.

10. What encouragement would you give someone who is just beginning a project? Someone who is stalled on a project? Someone losing steam/interest?

[irrevocablecondition]

Emma Watson is still friends with him so obviously he’s not transphobic. Maybe what he says publicly and what he says privately are different. It’s a concept that once you grow up a bit you will understand as well. People aren’t required to give up paying jobs for your “activism.”

hello ! welcome to my lil page <3 i would normally ignore these type of ones but i would love to yap about tom felton so here we go:

i think a big thing that gets lost a lot in these discussions is all the inbetween areas. all the grey, all the vast space between "huge advocate and ally that dedicated their entire life, career and bank account to the cause" and "big loud transphobic bigot"

there's a lot of grey space inbetween, that's what discussions about engaging with this franchise cover. take the very simple example of people buying merchandise - does buying merchandise mean that the individual is transphobic? not necessarily, no. they could be someone who considers themselves an ally, they could be somebody who is entirely and wholly accepting of trans rights yet maybe they are uneducated about profits and where they go. maybe they are in the mindset of "separate art from artist!" and they need a hand in recognising that it isn't possible when the artist is still actively profiting and actively uses that profit for harm.

in the case of the post you're referencing where i say that tom felton taking a role in CC isn't surprising, at no point do i say he is transphobic. because there's grey space. he has never openly been transphobic nor has he - as far as i am aware - openly agreed with jkr's views.

however, he continues to engage with the franchise through profitable means. throughout his entire career, he has done promotions and events etc etc that directly profit jkr, and directly contribute to the franchise. he also has explicitly said that we should separate art from artist and that he thinks that jkr is entitled to saying what she thinsk

does that make him inherently transphobic? i don't think so, no. does it make him pro-trans? no. does it make him questionable in this area? yes.

does it, ultimately, make him somebody that had consistently shown that transphobia is not a dealbreaker, and thus, it is not surprising when he joins CC? yes. it is not surprising. yes, it is something that - if you are somebody that cares about protecting the minorites that jkr continues to harm with money gained through projects like this - should be talked about and acknowledged and, yes, criticised even if it is somebody you look up to.

there's a lot of grey space and i think the dismissal of that nuance is why discussions about ethics in this space ultimately lead to nothing - when you try to talk to people about ways that they could potentially be causing harm, i think oftentimes it's taken as some kind of attack. as some kind of "well i'm not transphobic so how dare you!!!" type thing when really,,, nobody said you were. what was said was "hey, this action causes indirect harm: here's how, here's the harm, here's what could be done instead"

you're so right! tom felton could absolutely be pro-trans. he could absolutely think that i deserve the right to exist freely.

but when he is are publicly, throughout his entire career, dismissing criticism of a transphobic billionaire who controls trans politics in the UK, and consistently continues to engage with her IP and continue to connect himself to it?

then dare i say,,, that's probably not fab and probably not cool and probably rather actually something that harms trans people via his public actions between millions of people, despite whatever he thinks in the privacy of his home between himself and his bedroom walls.

so despite this being an incredibly patronising ask, i hope this clears it up a bit! yes, it is bad to take a paying job with a bigot and say that the bigot can say bigoted things and to say that actually we should just separate the bigot feom the bigoted work and then profit said bigot who will use said money to fund bigotry.

whether he is openly pro-trans or openly transphobic, putting a job that will harm trans people over the livelihood of trans people is ,,, bad. and i don't think i need to grow up to,,, to see that that is bad. that is bad. i hope we can all agree,,, that's bad.

and also i do believe that in order to be pro-trans you need to,,, not conspire with and associate with and financially profit the most transphobic person in britain. hot take maybe idk.

[fancyfeathers]

That Is The Question

Yandere!Justice League & Yandere!Young Justice w/ Huntress!Darling & Sidekick!Darling

Part One, The Huntress -> Next Part

This part is told from the perspective of Huntress!Darling

(A/N- This is a mini project I am working on while taking a small break from my Burn It All Down series while I work on plot planning for it.)

The Watchtower

May 3, 2008, 10:00 EST

“Recognized. Huntress 1-7.” You heard the computer system speak as you stepped out of the zeta tube into the Justice League’s real headquarters, The Watchtower. You were not dressed in your suit or gear, just dressed in civilian clothing, a pair of denim shorts, black tank top, black hoodie, and an old beat up pair of high tops, after all you did not really fear like getting all suited up to just deliver the rest of the Justice League bad news. No one was waiting for you at the entryway, you could even hear the sounds of conversation from the conference room, and you gritted your teeth when you realized they did not even wait for you. You groaned, shaking your head as you walked over to the conference room, pressing the button by the door and letting it slide open, and the room fell silent as you stepped inside, all heads turning to look at you.

“Ah, Huntress, sorry for starting without you, but-“

“Save it, Boy Scout.” You cut off Superman as he smiled at you as he started to stand up to greet you, but at your harsh words, he just stopped in his tracks. You walked over to the conference room table, not even bothering to sit down, just slamming down your membership card to the Justice League on the table. “I quit… just thought I would come in person at least to say it since it’s polite or whatever…”

“Huntress, please think about this.”

“I have already thought about it, Arrow.” You quickly snap back a reply to the archer, slapping away his hand when he tried to reach for your arm when you attempted to walk away. “I can’t be a part of the Justice League anymore… I just can’t… not after everything that has happened.”

“Beautiful, just-“

“What the fuck did you just call me, Lantern?!” You slowly turn your glare to the brunette Green Lantern sitting across the table from where you stand, your very being filled with rage at the words he just said. “The only man I have ever truly loved and trusted completely just died and you have flirted with me on multiple occasions since then- for fuck’s sake, he was a member of the Justice League to and it’s like he never even existed to you all! But when I quit, it's like your whole world is coming to an end! What the actual fuck is wrong with you all?!”

“(Name), just listen to reason, please.”

“I’m done listening, Dinah.” You snap at Black Canary, who was just attempting to calm you down after your outburst. You then snap your head at Batman, who is just silently staring you down with a cold as ice glare. “Don’t even try finding me in Gotham, Batsy. I’m moving out of that fucking hellhole… There is nothing left for me there anymore.” You turn on your heel, beginning to walk right out the door you came in from. “Hope you all have nice lives, see you never.”

Peach Springs, Arizona

May 7th, 2010, 12:00 MST

That was all two years ago…

It has been two years since you resigned from the Justice League, to put it in polite terms. That same night you quit, you packed up everything that mattered to you in your car and just started driving, not even bothering to say goodbye, after all, you really did not have that many people to say goodbye to anymore. You drove until your car broke down near a small town in the middle of nowhere, Arizona, and you were taken in and patched up. You settled down there, well settled as much as you could though you never really left that hero life behind, after all it was how you could look after the people who took you in and there were grateful for that, you were the town’s guardian angel and their best kept secret, everyone who lived there knew that you were the Huntress but it was an unspoken rule not to tell a soul for how much you have been through already and what you’ve done for them, and thank goodness for that since you would not want your life up turned now of all times, when you have found yourself a reason to live again which took the form of your young adoptive protégé, a teenage girl you managed to rescue from an organ trafficking ring. She wanted you to train her, so you did, especially given that the poor girl had nowhere else to go but besides stay with you…

What an interesting mother-daughter duo you two were together.

“Hey sugar, how was school today?” You asked your adoptive daughter as you heard the back door open, and you were sitting down on one of the barstools at the kitchen island. You glanced over to the clock on the oven, it was only noon. You turned back to your daughter as she set her backpack down on the floor by the back door as she took off her shoes, and you noticed there was a slight shake in her form. “Hun, why are you home early? Did something happen?”

“Well-“

“Why don’t you go to another room, kid?” Your stomach twisted in knots as you heard another voice come from the doorway that was far too familiar for comfort. You slowly looked up and groaned as you saw the familiar red and yellow suit that belonged to the far too familiar speedster. Barry had his cowl pulled back to reveal his blonde hair and blue eyes. “Sorry for dropping in, it’s been a while-“

“What are you doing here, Allen?”

“Mom, wait, you know the-“

“Go to your room, we’ll talk about this later, Sugar.” You could practically hear your daughter roll her eyes as you watched her pick up her backpack up again and walk off to her room, or well you knew she was lurking in the hallway just past your sight, eavesdropping on your conversation, but you really didn’t care, it was just to get Barry off your back. “Why are you here, Barry?”

“Well it’s a bit of a story, I found your kid in full gear about an hour from here, there was a smuggling ring base in a warehouse being run by the Intergang that the League has been watching for a while and I was sent to intercept a shipment there only to find her there.”

“Jesus Christ, what did she do?”

“Knocked three of their guys out before she got hit pretty hard herself.” Your anxiety swelled as you glanced back over to see if your daughter was hiding behind a wall, and you guessed that Barry caught on to your stress. “Hey, hey, hey, don’t worry, I got her patched up.”

“Oh, thank god- wait, how did you know where I lived?”

“Don’t be mad-“

“Is the League fucking stalking me??”

“It’s not like that!”

“Then what is it, Barry?!”

“We just want to make sure you’re okay, alright? You haven’t been right since you left the Justice League.” He sighed, reaching out and placing a hand on your shoulder. You would have lashed out two years ago, but you stayed completely calm these days, even with your bad reputation in the hero scene. “You’ll always have a seat saved for you at the table when you’re ready to come back.”

“I have a question for you, is it possible to bring the dead back to life?” You asked the blonde speedster, gently pushing his hand off your shoulder, already knowing the answer to your question. “I haven’t been alright since he died, alright, when he died and you all acted like nothing was wrong, just another case, not like a member of the Justice League died, someone I cared about very much.”

“Look, we’re all sorry about what happened-“

“I remember that night, I sent a message out on the comm line and I know for a fact that you heard me and had the ability to get there in time to save him, but you didn’t, why?” You scowled, keeping yourself from lashing out at Barry, keeping yourself calm since you have made too much progress now to go back. “You or Superman, you both would have been fast enough, but you didn’t come and I was the one who was holding him when he died, Vic is gone and he is not coming back, and whose fault is that?”

“There was nothing we could do-“

“That’s bullshit and we both know that.” You sighed, walking over to your kitchen cabinet and pulling out a wine glass from a higher shelf along with a bottle of red wine. “Thank you for bringing my girl back home, but I’m not joining the Justice League again. You can see yourself out.”

“Alright, but if you need me, you know where to call.”

“Goodbye, Barry.” You sighed a sigh of relief as a gust of wind blew past you, and he disappeared in a blur, closing the back door behind him. You popped the cork of the bottle of red wine and began pouring it into your glass. You were already going to have a drink today, but you needed it now more than ever. You brought it to your lips, taking a long sip as you began to think, why did they care so much about you, but not care enough about Vic to save him, after all, that was the question. “Hey, Sugar?”

“Ya?”

“You’re grounded for ditching school, no missions with me for a month.”

“Damn it.”

Washington, D.C.

July 4, 13:55 EDT

You knew you should not, but you had loose ends to tie up, or rather loose ends of your old partner. You were not about to leave your daughter thousands of miles away, home alone, so you brought her along for the ride. Though there was one massive problem with your plan, when you left the Justice League you did not clear out your partner’s things from the Hall of Justice or the Watchtower, so that meant you had to put on the costume again to go inside and since your young protégé is tagging along, she comes along with you, full suit and all.

Huntress and her little Nightingale.

There was just another problem with your plan, as you stalked outside the Hall of Justice, just hidden in the tree line of the park that surrounded the building, sure you expected a few tourists because there was a museum display in the front of the building, but there were camera crews and everything.

“So we’re not going through the main door?”

“We never were, Babydoll.” You gave your little girl a wink as you reached out a gloved hand and pinched her cheek. “This just complicated things a tad… You remember that training game we used to do where you would try to grab something without me spotting you?”

“Ya?”

“Think of this like that, just don’t let any civilians spot you-“ You cut yourself off as you felt a pressing sensation in the back of your mind like someone was asking permission to come inside, and there was only one person you knew who had that sort of power. You scanned the massive front entrance of the Hall of Justice, seeing if you could spot any familiar faces, and a familiar sight you did see, Martian Manhunter looking right at you.

“You know, you may come in through the front entrance, you are always welcome back into the Justice League.” The voice of J’onn rang through your mind as he stared at you, which made you roll your eyes. “Your new partner would be welcome as well to visit the Hall of Justice.”

“Not really in the rejoining the League mood, J’onn. I’m just here to grab the Question’s old things… he left some stuff here before he died.” Your own mind was even slow to say that, as if part of you did not want to admit that Vic was dead. “And when have sidekicks been welcomed into the League’s headquarters, even the secured places of the Hall of Justice? Last time I was in the League, Batman was pretty struck by that sort of thing.”

“I suppose this would be a special day then.” You raised your eyes at that comment, but it still intrigued you to say the least. “But if it is your intention not to create a scene, then perhaps it would be best for you not to sneak in the Hall of Justice through the back windows of the library; there are new alarms in there that were just installed last month.”

“…fuck it, fine.” You groaned as you leaped forward from the branch you were camped out on, grabbing onto another one like uneven bars in gymnastics and flipping onto the pavement and landing on your feet. You could hear the crowd’s shocked gasps and applause as your little girl followed, landing on her feet as you began your walk through the crowd, growing more uncomfortable in the spotlight that you put yourself in once again.

“It’s the Huntress!”

“Didn’t she leave the Justice League two years ago?”

“Who is that girl with her?”

“You don’t know? That’s Nightingale, her sidekick.”

“Like Robin to Batman?!”

“Oh my god, I’m like your biggest fan, Huntress!”

“Lots of people here today, J’onn.” You chime up as you walk past the security gates set up, walking up the stairs of the Hall of Justice to where Martian Manhunter stands near the doors. “May I ask what the occasion is? Let me guess, given that Nightingale is welcome, something like a tour for the kids.”

“I am not a kid!”

“Yet you’ll always be my little girl.” You smirk at your partner’s response to your comment, which earned a small smile from J’onn as well. “To put introductions aside, this is my sidekick, Nightingale. Nightingale, this is Martian Manhunter, a former colleague of mine when I was in the Justice League.”

“It’s nice to meet you, sir.” Nightingale gave a small smile and wave to the Martian, handshakes for her were off the table, the only person she allowed to touch her was you. You knew J’onn would not mind since you knew during your days in the Justice League, he worked with all sorts of victims and their trauma.

“The pleasure is all mine, Miss Nightingale.” You watched as J’onn gestured with an arm to lead you both inside the building. “Please come inside, we will be able to talk inside. Batman, Green Arrow, the Flash, and Aquaman will all be here shortly, as well as Red Tornado, who is already inside the library. I am sure they would wish to speak to you as well.”

“Thank you, but I don’t think we have the time today.” You walked forward, the glass doors sliding open as Nightingale followed after you. “I’m just here to grab a few things from storage, and then we’ll be on our way.”

“If that is what you wish.” You walked inside and could hear behind you when J’onn turned his head to speak to Nightingale. “You may tour the Hall of Justice if you would like, or you may wait in the library inside if you so wish.”

“Um… Huntress?”

“You can do what you want, Babydoll.” You replied to her, glancing over your shoulder at her unsure gaze. “I won’t be long.”

You promised her you would not be long, but it was so hard when looking over everything was so emotional for you. You stood in the basement archives of the Hall of Justice, looking through the cardboard box labeled with your partner’s old alias. It was full of messy notes and journals; he was never the most organized type, even if he was one of the best detectives in the world; he was also a conspiracy theorist after all.

The Girl Scouts are behind the crop circle phenomenon.

Pop Songs Contain Hidden Government Updates.

Shakespeare stole all of his plays, and they were actually written by other playwrights.

So much of it just made you laugh as you sifted through the box, a bittersweet chuckle that made your gut hurt. You were taking all of this with you, but you were specifically after his case binder. He kept one with potential leads for the Justice League to follow on certain cases, including his last case, which irritated him for weeks before his death, and you were finally going to solve it for him.

You finally found the binder at the bottom of the box, and you sighed a sigh of relief as you picked it up, and goodness, it was heavy. You managed to balance it on one arm as you flipped it open, pushing past all the old case files in folders until you finally reached the last one he was working on, you pulled it out before setting the case book back in the box, you would come back for it later after you got a start on this case. You flipped the file open, reading it as you began walking back upstairs, hopefully to find that sidekick of yours.

[FILE: Q-47-CADMUS – RECORDED 3:47AM // UNKNOWN SAFEHOUSE // VIC SAGE]

SUBJECT: CADMUS. Cadmus Labs. Project Cadmus.

Location: Washington, D.C., of course it is. The city where truth gets bought, sedated, or buried under a monument.

OBSERVATION:

“Genetics research lab” is the public-facing phrase. They call it that, like it's a flu vaccine factory.

But Cadmus doesn't research genes.

It rewrites them.

It rehearses them.

It resurrects them.

THEORY 1: THE LABYRINTH HAS NO EXIT

Cadmus, named after the myth. He sowed dragon’s teeth and raised soldiers. Not metaphors. History. Warning labels.

What if Cadmus isn’t just a lab, but a ritual?

A living spell disguised as science.

Gene-editing as invocation.

DNA = Divine Numerological Algorithm.

But who’s cloning who?

THEORY 2: DNA DOESN’T MEAN WHAT WE THINK

Double helix = locked door.

What if DNA doesn’t describe life, it summons it?

Every gene strand is a syllable in the universe’s true name.

Cadmus is trying to speak to God.

Or worse, reply to something already spoken.

UNANSWERED QUESTIONS:

Why do none of the Cadmus employees have baby pictures? (Scanned their records. Birth certificates are postdated by three years. Clones? Time-jumps? Manufactured memories?)

Why do I keep dreaming in binary?

CONCLUSION: TRUTH DENIED. FACTS MALFORMED.

Cadmus isn't the monster.

It's the nest.

The egg.

Something's waiting to hatch.

And we’ve already named it with our blood.

I’ll keep digging. But every answer tastes like ash.

Either I’m onto something...

Or they’ve already rewritten me, too.

– Q

You groaned as the doors to the library slid open, as you closed the file that gave you more questions than answers, but Vic’s writing on cases always did that to you. You tucked the file under your arm as you looked around the library, your gaze falling at the end of the room, the far end with the sliding doors that led into the access room which held the zeta tube which led to the Justice League’s real headquarters, The Watchtower, that floated above the planet in orbit. You spotted a few figures at the end of the room as well, and your heart immediately sank.

You already did not like the side of your former colleagues, the Flash, Green Arrow, Batman, Aquaman, Martian Manhunter, and Red Tornado, but it sent shivers down your spine to see your little girl tensely sitting beside other teenagers around her age on the library’s furniture. You recognized the children; after all, you kept up with the news. There were Robin, Kid Flash, Aqualad, and Speedy all sitting beside her.

As you stepped forward, all of the heads of the Justice League members turned to look at you. Still, your focus was fixated on the red face of your daughter, clearly uncomfortable with the attention she was receiving, so you forced a smile, the tense kind of smile that hinted at the rage you were hiding inside you. You placed a hand on the Kid Flash’s shoulder, who was standing in front of your daughter, clearly trying to chat her up; you knew the type. Perhaps your grip was a little too tight, but you did not care, as you saw you got your point across when you saw that look of fear in his eyes as he saw you.

“I don’t think we’ve met, I’m the Huntress.” You forced the words out just as you forced a smile on your face. “Now I know all my little girl’s friends, and since you are not one of her friends, let’s back up and give a girl her personal space, yes?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Good boy.”

Taglist: @seleneprince

[absolute1999]

90s goth musician intro ★ POST - MORTEM

☥ find me , in the dark. ☥

You perk your ears, straining to hear past the immutable chatter that seems to engulf your entire being. Beyond each alcohol ridden voices is a sound. This sound is different, unique, one you’ve never heard before, and it’s music. Music so enchanting…above this dingy bar?

Are you willing to take a closer listen..?

POST - MORTEM, formed in a small town, Mortem was initially a black metal project dedicated to venting emotions that came with everyday life. While black metal (dsbm) remain a core principle to the foundation of Mortem, as we matured our music matured along with us. The core / founding members of Mortem are VINCENT CRAVEN, JESSE VASQUEZ, and DEX ORTIZ.

What is Mortem? As it stands, Mortem is described as a “dark-wave band merging ethereal low vocals, mystifying lyrics, and occult metal sensibilities.” It is not uncommon to find riffs more likely to be heard on a MORTUARY DRAPE album across our discography. Still, our music is commonly played in goth nights around the world! More aptly, by me when I’m DJ-ing. buy our fucking album.

INSPIRATIONS? “We listen to a shit ton of music. Me and Jess first listened to RIDE THE LIGHTNING together in high school before delving into blacker metal. That’s where Mortem was formed. Old lo-fi bm cassettes were handed out to friends and people at shows. Initially we didn’t have a drummer — those shitty demos led us straight to Dex. From there, we spent too much time loitering our local record store. . Today, I’d say Mortem is most inspired by bands like THE CURE, SAD LOVERS & GIANTS, THRILL KILL KULT, SISTERS OF MERCY, ALIEN SEX FIEND. . All of the cool shit coming out right now. The Loved One by Strange Boutique was released not that long ago too. Good album, really good album. Heavily influential on us.”

SUCCESS? “We’re pretty entrenched in our local scene back home. Working on getting new stuff out, and while the stuff that is out sells alright, I wouldn’t call our music widely successful, and that’s fine. It would be interesting—but I don’t think we want that life, we like the community that comes with playing locally. I do want to play with some of the bands that are bigger than us though. Hopefully we get that chance.”

♰ the founders ♰

★ Vincent, Vince, Vin, Vinnie, Vincenzo, Vicente, the list goes on. Lead singer & guitarist. I am me, who are YOU?

★ Jesse Vasquez. Bassist & backing vocals. Cool guy, incredible bassist. We’ve been best friends since childhood — guy I made shitty black metal demos with. We work @ MOD ROCk together. He enjoys accosting innocent customers with outlandish death metal albums, an admittedly fun past time for both of us. Outgoing in every sense of the word, also loud. Very, very fucking loud..

★ Dex Ortiz. Drummer & backing vocals. Similarly as outgoing as Jess, great at drums & making pieces of clothing out of anything. We grew up in the same neighborhood and went to the same schools. Never started talking until high school though (reference black metal demo incident). I do not know how she puts up with me and Jess, and I truly don’t think she knows either. Also works @ MOD ROCk ! Often found starring longingly at any subculture-adjacent girl who enters the store.

♡ T. Not a member of Mortem but my boyfriend and our manager! Originally a frequenter of our lives, he was dragged to one of our shows on a whim by a friend to “check it out.” Despite not being interested in the music before; he came back again, then again, then again. . He never intended to manage us, but after seeing how we were handling Mortem it just happened—and we allowed it to.

est. 1991 , “ i’m not an effigy. ”

[marigold-hills]

Hi Marigold, 😁, I know atm you are busy with other projects, so I am not expecting this any time soon. When you get a moment, I would love you to consider the following prompts for Wolfstar: 3, 14, 25, 27 from the prompt list. So much angst in those lines 🫢👀

hey! I’m sorry this took so long! Hope it was worth the wait.

3, 14, 25, 27 

“I know it hurts.”

“I made a mistake.”

“I’m scared.”

“Please stay with me.”

🌟 🌟 🌟 🌟

Remus is alone in the Shack. He sits on the small, ruined bed and looks at the scratches of claws gauged into the wood.

He made them - the wolf made them - the last time he transformed alone.

It’s been so many months since then. So many moon rises and moon sets with company that he’s forgotten what this was like. The waiting.

The Shack’s windows are bordered up. He can’t see the sky and can’t tell the time. Can’t tell how long is left except for the steady breaking of marrow deep inside his bones (the wolf getting ready, laying in wait, always close, always separated by nothing but the barrier of Remus’ own flesh).

He doesn’t have his wand. He never brings it. Moony could break it, he said when asked. It belongs to me, not to it, he didn’t add. I want nothing of mine contaminated by it. 

He doesn’t bring his nice sweaters or his nice shoes. He wears an old beaten up shirt and jeans torn at the knees he’a long grown too tall for.

Today, he wears a shirt he stole from 

the bed of someone who should be here. It’s black and has the face of Jim Morrison printed on the front. The person who should be here slept in it the previous night. It smells like him, still.

Remus is too tired to pretend that isn’t why he took it.

He’s not angry. Not anymore, and maybe he wasn’t in the first place. It’s not the person’s fault that someone could be dumb enough to go where he knows a werewolf would be.

But he knows the wolf near lost its mind at the smell. He’s too worried to let anyone close again.

The person is a contrarian. Remus knows this. Should have known.

The footsteps on the rickety stairs try to be soft.

“You’re wearing my shirt,” Sirius says before he says anything else.

“It’s soft,” Remus doesn’t lie but doesn’t tell the truth.

“You don’t even like The Doors.” Sirius stands in the sliver of light forcing itself through the cracks in the boards. He’s solid, real.

“I like some of their songs just fine.”

“You like been down so long because it resonates with your self-deprecation, not because you enjoy it.”

Remus doesn’t have an answer to that. He lets himself fall backwards on the bed.

“What are you doing here?” He asks. “I told you not to come.”

“And I told you I would anyway.” Sirius sits on the bed, next to the bend of Remus’ knees. “You might have convinced James with your talk of boundaries or whatever, but we both know that’s bullshit.”

Sirius, Remus knows, only swears if it’s about his mother or to make a point. To make it stick.

“I made a mistake,” Sirius adds, “a really fucking big one.”

“It’s not about that.”

“No?” He doesn’t look convinced. “Last month I sent someone to the Shack and this month we’re not allowed to spend the moon with you. I’m not stupid, Remus.”

A hand placed on Remus’ knee. Sturdy. Solid. Real.

“I know you’re not angry with me. I know you’re not angry with James. Peter, bless him, had nothing to do with it.”

“Peter turns into a rat. Moony would have him for a snack,” Remus scoffs. 

“There it is.” The hand squeezes, like a victory, fingers strong on the achy tendons. “You’re scared.”

Remus is too tired. He turns on his side, away from the voice that sounds too self-satisfied and the hand that feels too soothing. 

The dichotomy of Sirius - comfort wrapped in barbed wire.

“You think Moony has gone onto some kind of blood lust.”

“You don't know shit,” Remus lies. Remus is so tired of lying.

“You think that he smelled that dumb wanker, and now he’ll turn on us.” Sirius doesn’t let him deflect. A hand on Remus’ elbow, pulling him back. “You think Moony will turn on his own pack.”

They’re eye to eye now, Sirius above him.

“Prongs had to…”

“I know what James did. You had that hoof-shaped bruise on your arse for weeks.”

Remus tries to turn away. A hand on his neck. Solid, sturdy, real. Not pushing. Holding.

“Prongs has had to get rough with you plenty of times before. Do you know what Moony does? Mewls like a cat. Apologises. Licks his face.”

A hand in his hair. Holding.

“He’s just like you, when you let yourself be real. He’s you, Moony. Would you ever hurt me?”

Eyes, solid, silver, stern.

“Never.”

Sirius releases the grip but doesn’t move away.

The moon pulls at Remus’ navel. At the place where his brain connects to the stem of his spine.

“I’m scared,” Remus says. Thinks of the waiting. “Please stay with me.”

“You just have to ask,” Sirius says, leans forward, breath against Remus’ brow. They’ve never been this close before. “Anything you ask.”

Remus’ mind dissolves into pieces of itself and pieces of the other. He hears shouting or maybe howling or maybe he hears nothing at all. Only a whisper, I know it hurts, I’ve got you, I have you. I’m right here. 

[simjakesgirl]

leech

a joel miller x reader series

click for series index

warnings: age difference, abusive relationships, sexual tension, slow burn, slow romance, angst, joel is reader’s dbf, no cordyceps outbreak, protective joel, joel is bad at feelings, eventual smut, (this chapter mentions loss, grief, and separation)

chapter two: forgive me

she took you in a warm embrace and you hugged her back, unintentionally locking eyes with joel as soon as your head went over her shoulder.

tags (comment if you want to be tagged next chapter!!): @dluteds

author's note: okay ik i took a year to write this i have so many things i wanna do now that i'm on break and i've started like 3 million projects omg but anyways i plan to do better.. i am determined to finish this series :p - sherri

your eyes cracked open slowly to the bright white sunlight coming through your thin curtains. you groaned and tried to cover your head with the sheets, but you were too conscious to fall back asleep and decided to succumb to the day. turning over to your nightstand, you grabbed your phone and instantly sat up when you saw the time. 12:30pm. it felt like it’d only been 2 or 3 hours since you fell asleep, but that was probably because it was.

you spent most of your time in bed thinking about james, occasionally the other girl, and unfortunately joel. you were so pissed off with how he acted like he never made mistakes before or as if he’s always been the model for perfection. he was a divorced, grumpy, old, hypocritical man that your dad somehow got along with enough for them to be as close as they were. it didn’t make any sense to you, but it probably would soon since he made it clear he’d be telling him about the ordeal. you decided if you were going to be yelled at, the sooner the better.

you made your way to the bathroom to wash up and crept down the staircase once you were finished, spotting your dad at the other end of the floor in the kitchen once you were almost to the bottom. he seemed to either be making coffee or just standing there. once he heard the creak in the last step, he turned around to face you and pressed his lips together in a thin smile. 

“hey kiddo, how was the party?” he asked, pulling a chair at the table and taking a seat.

you walked over and did the same, preparing yourself for whatever he’d say after you replied. 

“it was fine,” you lied while nodded your head. “nothing crazy.”

“well that’s good then. sorry i couldn’t wait up,” he added. “i’m past those days.”

he laughed a bit and you gave him a little smile, trying to hide your confusion. he would’ve confronted you by now if he knew anything, maybe joel did decide to keep your secret. either that or he forgot about it.

“are ya’ hungry? i can make you something,” he offered.

you nodded, not realizing how hungry you actually were until the topic of food came up. he nodded back and got up from the chair, making his way to the sink instead. he really had no idea about what happened. the last thing you expected was for joel to go back on his word, especially to his best friend. you wondered what changed his mind since it couldn’t have been your attitude. if anything you figured after that drama he’d feel more of a reason to tell your dad. maybe joel just realized there was no reason for him to attack you.

“oh, before i forget,” your dad started again, “we’re invited to the clarke’s later for their end of spring barbecue.” 

or maybe he would rather tell him in person. you quickly lifted your head to face your dad who was still busy at the sink. 

“for what?” you asked a bit louder than you intended.

“well you know it’s their annual thing,” he explained. “there a problem?”

“no i’m,” you quickly replied. “i’m just really tired from last night.”

“sorry kid, you gotta go. they only host one time the whole year, it’ll look bad.” 

you slowly lowered your head again, thinking about what the universe might have in store for you later. usually the annual barbecue at the clarke’s was something to look forward to since you got to hang out with your friends the whole day, but that was in high school. ever since you started college they seemed to not want anything to do with you. every time you tried to make contact with them, it just seemed bittersweet. it started to come off like they were better off without your company so you eventually just stopped trying.

of course, if their looks and whispers weren’t already enough, now you had joel on your back too and he wouldn’t miss a town event for the world. you assumed it was because there was always a shit ton of beer available, but maybe he was just a people person with a very odd way of showing it. his life had to be lonely anyways. 

he used live with his daughter, sarah and his ex-wife who you never really got to know. you were friends with sarah when you were younger since either joel or your dad would set you two up on playdates. it wasn’t really because they wanted you to be friends since she was a few years younger than you, but because they wanted to hang out. they were lucky you both became fond of each other as you grew and eventually best friends when you guys figured out what that was. sadly, when you were about 8 or 9, joel’s wife filed for a divorce. she claimed there was no communication in their relationship and tried to gain full custody of sarah. joel obviously didn’t like the idea, but when the battle went to court for custody, he lost. after that, his ex wife moved states away with her and he was unable to have contact with any of them no matter how hard he fought to find out where sarah might be. he said his wife set him up, or at least that’s all you can remember him saying that night over the phone with your dad. ever since then, he became a new person. you didn’t remember much of joel’s personality from when you were younger, but you remember feeling a shift ever since. 

everything happened when you were so young, you never got a chance to learn about the new him. your dad would always tell you he was still in there behind the hard outer shell, but you had your doubts. now you had no idea if you’d ever want to try and have any type of relationship with him. it felt better to stay away and that’s what you planned to do.

your dad left early to help the clarke’s set up while you hung back in your room and got ready. being alone again just made you think. james could be harsh, but you always figured it was because he loved you. you assumed he’d say rude things because he was afraid to lose you. you were sure he would’ve called you by now to make things right, but your phone remained drier than any desert. even though you wanted to, you decided that calling him might just make things worse. it really was over. you figured you may have jumped the gun on deciding that, but he and you both went to bed, woke up, and didn’t do anything to mend what you broke. what was done, was done. you had such a hard time coming to terms with everything. it wasn’t because you couldn’t see what was in front of you, but because you didn’t want to. 

when you met james, it was around the time your mother passed. you were a mess to say the least. you never had an appetite, your dad almost had to shove food down your throat or else you wouldn’t even bother to eat. when the night came, you would just lay there and think about what life would be like if she was still there. the only time you would actually sleep was when your body would pass out from exhaustion, but even then it didn’t feel like enough. the days went by painfully slow and quiet. no one had anything to say to you but "sorry" and if anything it made you feel worse. you didn't want to hear "sorry" or "she's in a better place" or have people treat you like a problem in need of fixing. you just wanted to live in your mind, not in reality. you could be with her forever in that way. then as days turned to months things began to fade from your memory. her laugh, her smile, her voice, her touch. you tried hard to grasp on to those things. you didn’t want to forget. it felt like if you forgot then you never cared about her in the first place. eventually you were barely a person, more like a shell.

your dad tried his hardest to be strong in front of you, but having you fall apart in front of his eyes brought more pain than he could imagine. you only realized how bad you truly got when you heard him praying for your healing one night. religion was never something you guys turned to in times of need, so it struck you hard when you saw him on the floor, praying between sobs. until that moment, you hadn't gave any thought to the fact that he was struggling too and probably worse than you. he just lost his wife and now felt like he was losing his daughter. the worst part of it all was you couldn't do much more than acknowledge his pain. you didn't know how to help him, you didn't even know how to help yourself.

it was a never ending spiral of pain that just seemed to get worse until you met james. he helped you move on, he showed you that there was more to life. there was something to live for in the end. you wouldn’t do smart things together, but you would do them together. as you began to heal, you stopped wanting to do crazy things. you wanted to be together in tranquility instead of chaos to prove how far you both came, but he didn’t want that. he thought you became boring, but the things he did didn’t appeal to you anymore. they only reminded you of how hurt you were. that’s when the divide began. you knew you were drifting apart, but without him you felt like you might sink again, so you tried to hold on. turns out it was useless, in the end you’d always be on your own. you just had to learn how to be now.

you ended up wearing a basic outfit along with a pair of boots since the clarke's owned a large span of land with its fair share of dirt and mud. you could thank their farm animals for that, the rickety wooden fence never stopped them from getting out. you made your way out of your house, taking some deep breaths before walking over. you'd probably be over there past sunset since it was already close, but you had to just do your best to make it through. the clarke's lived only a street down from your house which wasn't a long walk at all. surely not enough time for you to prepare for anything major. there wasn't enough time in the world for that.

as you got closer you could see who was already there. it seemed to be just some older people, unfortunately some of your old friends and their families, and also some young couples that were new to the area so far. as you secretly watched everyone, a red and brown flannel caught your attention. joel miller of course, your dad right next to him. you held your breath thinking about what in the world they could be talking about and hurried to the front of the house so they wouldn't see you walking down the street. taking a few more deep breaths, you creeped back to the gate's entrance and unlocked it swiftly before a gust of wind decided to slam it shut just as you got through. shit. you knew that definitely caught everyone's attention. you slowly turned around to a few people smiling earnestly at you and other's not paying attention.

"gosh it's like when someone opens that thing the lord forces it shut again," mrs. clarke laughed while making her way to you. "it's been doing it all day, don't worry."

she took you in a warm embrace and you hugged her back, unintentionally locking eyes with joel as soon as your head went over her shoulder. you quickly looked away and back at mrs. clarke as she went on about how everyone looked so grown up.

"well let me not keep ya' too long, go catch up with your friends!" she exclaimed, resting a hand against your back and then going back to mr. clarke who gave you a short wave.

you sucked in a breath when you saw your dad in the corner of your eye gesturing for you to go to him, joel still there. you slowly made your way over, standing by your dad's side as joel stood opposite to you both. along with the flannel, he wore darker washed jeans, different but equally dirty work boots as the ones from yesterday, and a classic watch.

"now when was the last time you've seen each other," your dad asked, clearly oblivious. "probably been ages."

you forced a laugh, your hand coming to the opposite arm awkwardly.

"yeah she's all grown up huh," joel replied.

you looked up quickly for one second to see his face, but it was unreadable. for some reason it felt like he was trying to take a jab at you with that line. he and your dad continued to make small talk, but you couldn't think of a singular thing to say. you kept thinking eventually joel would slip and mention something, but he seemed to be picking his words very carefully. every once in a while his eyes would skim your face, but no part of him was letting up what he could be thinking. you on the other hand could probably be read like an open book. you were almost sweating and generally afraid to move incase that drew any more attention to you.

"i think i'm going to get something," your dad said after a bit, laying a hand on your shoulder. "i'll get you something too okay?"

you just nodded and smiled at him to which he smiled back.

"keep joel company while i'm gone," he smiled before walking away.

you slowly turned to joel, pressing your lips together in a thin awkward smile. he jerked his chin to gesture to something behind you.

"wanna sit? your dad'll find us." he spoke in a lighter tone of voice than earlier.

"oh okay," you replied a bit quieter than intended and took the seat across from him.

you didn't even realize you'd been holding your breath until you decided to try and relax yourself. you knew joel could tell you were nervous the way he eyed you. a hand came to his beard before he leaned back into the chair and let out a big sigh.

"look," he began "about this mornin'. i'm not gonna tell your dad anything."

you looked at him a bit stunned at the sudden change.

"i just hope you know that's not how a real man treats a girl," he continued. "you are smart enough to know that, right?"

another jab. you looked down to the table for a minute before looking back to him and nodding. of course you knew that, it was just hard to accept.

"it's none of my business like you said, but i don't wanna make it so you don't have anyone to talk to. i think if ya' had someone other than your dad you wouldn't have let it go on so long."

he spoke in such a different demeanor you could almost believe joel from that morning was an entirely different person. his words made you feel a pang of loneliness though. you sort of did only have your dad and it bothered you a bit, but you couldn't fully open up to just anyone. letting someone into your mind just made you feel vulnerable. if someone saw what was in there, they might change their mind about you and you couldn’t handle that especially under your current circumstance with james. you let him in and he left you.

joel noticed your silence. he tried to read your face to see what you might be thinking about, but he got no leads. he obviously didn’t have much experience helping people through breakups. he was a contractor, not a therapist, but something made him want to help you. after seeing what went down with his own eyes and knowing that your dad, your main support, had no idea, he felt like he had to step up.

“okay kid well,” you met his eyes again, “if you’re needing help or somethin’ in the future, can’t talk to your dad, you can give me a yell.”

it came out all awkward, but you knew what he was trying to say. maybe that morning was a bad time for him because suddenly your feelings for joel flipped all over again. you felt like maybe he really could be someone to trust, but obviously you’d need more to go off of before completely deciding that. you gave him a short smile and nodded again, your dad making his way to the table at the perfect time.

the night carried on as normal and you could probably say you even enjoyed yourself. being at college, you forgot how much you missed calm parties where all you really did was catch up on other people's lives and eat. of course there were moments when you felt out of place though. especially when you saw all your old friends together meanwhile you sat next to your dad, but you tried to think positively. they were probably just talking about the same old things they always did anyways. at least you realized they'd never change. things between you and joel also didn't progress anymore throughout the night. you would say a few words to each other about some unimportant topic your dad would try and include you in and that was about it, but you were fine with that. you didn't want to push it.

as the night came to an end and everyone began leaving, your dad took the liberty of cleaning the table you guys sat at which left you with joel again. he looked around awkwardly before grabbing his phone from his pocket and sighing.

"well, tell your dad i said good night," he said after a bit. "and don't forget what i told you."

"yeah i will and thanks," you replied, trying not to talk too loud.

joel just gave you a nod before fishing his keys from his pocket and going out the gate. wether you would ever call him for anything, you had no idea. you were still a little skeptical about the whole situation, but it was nice to know that he could also be there for you. less stress on your dad to play all the characters in your life and one less thing to worry about in the grand scheme of it all...hopefully.

[cq-studios]

Alrighty, time for me to grow a pair and post an official announcement of my original secret project...

A KHUX Musical!

(made by someone who doesn't know how to write music but is trying their best)

This is a (first draft and rough recording of the) Strelitzia Song that'll be the opener to the show. The awkward pauses are for dialogue, which'll be included in the lyrics (just taken from cutscenes at the moment).

If anyone is willing, I would love to work with someone to write some actual instrumentation for this. I tried and it is way out of my scope lol

(Also, just because this is announced, please don't expect super frequent updates. I am a slow worker. Like, this project has been something I've been working on since 2021 and this is the only finished song I have. Patience is key with me.)

Anyways, lyrics/script under the cut!

STRELITZIA

ABOUT TWO YEARS AGO I WENT OUT ON MISSION,

AND I SAW YOU THERE STANDING IN THE SQUARE.

WHEN I RETURNED, YOU STOOD RIGHT WHERE I’D LEFT YOU,

WAITING FOR SOMEONE WHO’D NEVER APPEAR.

OH STRANGER,

AFTER THAT DAY

I SAW YOUR FACE ABOUT EVERYWHERE.

(SHE looks at PLAYER longingly from a distance)

‘ND EVEN THOUGH WE HAVEN’T SPOKEN,

I’M SCARED THAT MY HEART’LL BE BROKEN

BY YOU.

IF I FIND THE COURAGE TO,

TO EVER…

TALK TO YOU.

A LOT’S CHANGED SINCE THAT DAY, BUT THERE WAS A CONSTANT.

FRIENDS THEY CAME AND WENT, BUT STILL YOU REMAINED.

AND OVER THESE YEARS, I FEEL I GOT TO KNOW YOU.

I HOPE THAT ONE DAY YOU CAN KNOW ME THE SAME. 

OH STRANGER,

YOU DON’T KNOW IT,

BUT OUR PATHS HAVE CROSSED A HUNDRED TIMES.

‘ND EVEN THOUGH WE HAVEN’T SPOKEN,

I’M SCARED THAT MY HEART’LL BE BROKEN

BY YOU.

IF I FIND THE COURAGE TO,

TO EVER…

(SHE begins to approach PLAYER, then chickens out.)

TALK TO YOU.

(MASTER AVA approaches STRELITZIA from behind, tapping her shoulder and startling her.)

STRELITZIA

M-Master Ava?

MASTER AVA

Strelitzia, I need to ask a favour. It’s something only you—a Dandelion—can help me with.

STRELITZIA

Me? A-are you sure?

(MASTER AVA nods her head and hands STRELITZIA a RULEBOOK.)

MASTER AVA

I need you to listen carefully. It won’t be long before this world--

STRELITZIA

(sings)

OH STRANGER,

YOU DON’T KNOW YOU’RE IN DANGER.

IF I DON’T TELL YOU WHAT’S COMING,

HOW’LL I KNOW THAT YOU’VE SURVIVED?

‘CAUSE EVEN THOUGH WE HAVEN’T SPOKEN,

MY HEART IT’D SURELY BE BROKEN.

IT’S TRUE.

I NEED TO FIND THE COURAGE TO,

TO FINALLY…

TALK TO YOU.

(CHIRITHY enters and rushes up to STRELITZIA.)

CHIRITHY

Good news! I saw them over there.

STRELITZIA

Thanks!

(THE DUO runs off stage together.)

(When THEY return, they are in a BUILDING SHROUDED IN DARKNESS. STRELITZA looks around for any sign of Player.)

CHIRITHY

Maybe my eyes were playing tricks on me…

STRELITZIA

Hello! Is anyone here?

CHIRITHY

Hello? (beat) Guess I was wrong.

STRELITZIA

Well, it was worth a shot. I’ll head back to the Fountain Square.

CHIRITHY

Okay. I’ll keep searching. (beat) Hmm?

STRELITZIA

What?

(As STRELITZIA turns, the stage goes completely dark. There's a whooshing paired with an almost stabbing sound, followed by a thud.)

(When the spotlight returns STRELITZIA is on her knees, clutching her chest.)

STRELITZIA

(sings)

IF ONLY I’D HAD THE COURAGE.

MAYBE THEN WE COULD’VE FLOURISHED.

WE’D TALK TO EACH OTHER,

AND LOVE ONE ANOTHER,

AND I’D TELL MY BROTHER

THAT YOU WERE MINE.

IF ONLY-

(Hard cutoff on the final note. STRELITZIA collapses back onto the ground.)

[dylacola]

like all my fics are oneshots but a lot of them are long wips soooo

your favourite fic to write: do i look like him. it's set in my httyd modern au and basically a modern translation of stoick's death (i hate him!!!!). it's really fun because i get to explore the dynamics between hiccup and some other characters i don't often write him with (such as fishlegs and ruffnut!!). i haven't gotten to it in a while bc of other more imminent projects but god it's so fun.

a fic you thought readers would love: can i get you into bed. i did this one for whumpuary 2024 the night before i left for a trip and was stressed out of my mind. at the time i was so proud of the characterisation. i think i still am, although i guess my writing style has changed. but i lowkey really thought this one was gonna be a Big Hit and i guess it kinda was for me lol 300 kudos not too shabby

the fic they actually loved: you never really said it with your mouth. i wrote this for febuwhump 2023 so 2 years ago?? holy shit?? and the prompt was "muzzled" so i put my boy in a muzzle and threw it on ao3. never expected it to get more than like 20-30 kudos but it's sitting at nearly 500. insane btw

the fic you love the concept of but hate writing: (current title in my google docs is "pass the yuri!!!"). again set in my modern au, it's about heather and ruffnut like... falling in love and being lesbians i guess. it's such a fun fic and i like what i've done so far but it's soooo tedious to ACTUALLY write??? like actually painful. how do you write teen girl dialogue (i say, a professional teen girl)

the hardest fic you've written: i have a wip that fits the bill, but the question is in past tense :P so probably light and dark, at once OR give up on trying to save us. both are set in my modern au and are about topics very close to me such as abuse etc. with the first one i got stuck on one scene for nearly a year (february to december i think) and when i finally wrote another scene google docs decided it hates me and deleted the whole thing (a casual 1000 words). the second one was just more difficult emotionally, a lot of my personal feelings were attached to it and yeah it's hard to write like that outside of my notes app lol

a fic you want to write but never do: SOOOO MANY???? but there's this one i have, i'm fixing to bite, a wip set in my modern au (did you guys know i have a httyd modern au!?!??!) about astrid's relationship with grief, faith, and gender. it's sort of tied up in the stoick death fic mentioned above ^^^ so i really need to keep writing it properly but i only have a few hundred words and haven't added to it since (checks version history) november. jesus christ lol

thank u ember for the tag :P i am choosing to tag the only other mutual i have @pqrfi hiii

I thought this could be a fun tag for us:

Your favorite fic to write:

A fic you thought readers would love:

The fic they actually loved:

The fic you love the concept but hate writing:

The hardest fic you've written:

A fic you want to write but never do:

[digirainebow]

rex is so many genders. they're all of them. he's none of them. he's playing 4d chess in the gender binary

[sharkylad]

Thinking about the fact that Mabel and Dipper didn't know they had two great uncles.

Yeah they are 12 and at 12 I had a shotty understanding of my family tree- But really? Nobody brought up their great uncle? Stanley? Especially since they'll be staying with his twin brother, Stanford?

Shermie never went to Stan's fake funeral, which to me means the twos relationship was strained on some level. If Shermie is older that means his view of Stan was poisoned in some way, that even as kids they weren't close. If the Shermie is younger then he never even got to meet Stan and all he knew about him was how he failed his family. Hell, people probably barely mentioned Stanley TO Shermie.

The fact that Stan had become a black stain upon the Pines family name makes me so vividly upset. Stanley faked his death and the family just- seemingly decided to strike him from the record. To pretend he didn't existed to spare themselves the sadness and shame.

Stanford and Shermie Pines. The only children worth mentioning of Filbrick and Caryn Pines.

It was never Stanford that was lost to the world. It was Stanley, ever since he had to leave New Jersy- it was always him that had to be struck from the record. Change his name, change his state, change his affiliations, destroy the remains of ghost that was Stanley Pines. Kill him so the family doesn't bring him up, doesn't ask questions, stops asking "Stanford" about his twin.

I just keep thinking about the fact that since the day he made one single mistake all the way up until Ford walks out of that machine- Stanley Pines was killed and did not exist. And Stan himself had no one to blame, he had to play the part in his own demise- He is the only one who ever knew Stanley was alive and has been for decades.

He lives in the multitudes of every personality he's ever taken, all in the hope that he himself can stop being Stanley Pines.

[voidedtea]

[ID in alt]

my pieces for @strawberrij's thespius fashion zine!! quite the endeavour and adventure that turned out pretty neat i think :]

special thanks go to @ratchetclankarecute for posing/cloth references + the bulk of the image descriptions! that first image would Not have happened without them <3

[cakes-isat-blog]

Bonk?? BONK????? A giant rock fell on his head and there's a 20% chance they'll just look at it, laugh, and say bonk??????