#i can set this in whichever verse you want!

[blughxreader]

Speaking of the A/B/O verse and how sexually charged it is...

How would the batfam deal with their omega sister going into heat?

This is under the assumption that the reader is the only omega in the pack.

I prefer the version of heats/ruts that are non-fatal and last a few days each month (instead of menstruation). (Or a week long heat every three months, whichever.)

Prescriptions are readily available for heats/ruts, so people can go years without having them. I think several members of the Batfam are on medicine to make life simpler.

Like, what if Gotham crime spiked during Batman's rut cycle because he disappeared for a few days each month? Gothamites on twitter would have a field day with this information lol.

@ btmnboobies tweeted: "batman horney leave starts on monday. if u jerk off all day then youll be fapping the same time as him"

@ ticklealphauwu tweeted: "batman is getting plowed time to rob a bank"

So, realistically, omega!reader would be on heat suppressants.

BUT IF, for drama's sake, there was no way to avoid a heat, then I can see two options:

1. They rigorously screen and import the best heat companions, then never repeat one. It's common for long-time heat partners to become attached, so you'll never see the same alpha twice.

Of course you'll get this talk: "tell them anything and they die. I programmed artificial intelligence to listen for key words, so I will know." and the alphas will be monitored for a minimum of five years afterwards.

Each member of the batfam would rather cut off a limb than have a stranger fuck you in their own home, but it's better than you being dead (or ruining your relationship by fucking you themself).

2. Or, Batman would go to the JL.

If a JL member has a darling who happens to be an alpha, then I can see Batman considering setting you two up.

Or he'd ask a favor of Clark or Diana.

Can you fucking imagine him asking for a meeting with Wonder Woman in private and it goes

Batman: Your world has similar genetics and rituals as ours. WW: Yes, in some ways. Batman: And casual partners during times of need are commonplace. WW: Quite... Batman, expression darkening: ... My daughter... WW, finally smiling: Oh, I see. You trust me. Batman, looking physically pained: Yes. Her first heat is at home coming and we are looking for long-term solutions. For the time being, would you mind... *grinds teeth*... assisting? WW: I would be honored. :)

Then Wonder Woman plows you all weekend

Damian would be torn between "hm yes a fine arrangement becoming of my cherished sister" and "NONONO YOU CAN'T GET MARRIED YOU HAVE TO LIVE WITH US FOREVER"

because DUH you'd want to lock her down. A golden opportunity to escape the batfam shows up in all her short skirt and big muscled glory.

Lol it's a silly thought but probably the only way you'd live a semi-normal life. Until WW turns out to be a crazy yandere too? 👀

[pouralaura]

spit triptych

[saluting emoji] it's art for sickos

tags: spit, wine, cum (in that order), nsfw obviously

1

The restraints Raphael most often uses are his own hands, larger than Eris's and more than enough to hold her down.

This time, though, he's trussed her wrists up prettily in red silk ties so that he can have both hands free to toy with her as he fucks her into the mattress. One shifts into the sharp claws of his devilish form as he drags fingertips down her side, leaving raised red welts in their wake. The other --

"Open your filthy mouth," he grunts, a thumb pressing against her lower lip. "Show me that lovely tongue."

He catches her jaw in his hand before she can wriggle away and settles his thumb and forefinger in the hollows of her cheeks, preventing her mouth from closing. The heat of his hips against the backs of her thighs is searing as he presses her legs down towards her chest. Folds her in half.

"And -- look at that! -- I've caught my mouse once more," the devil coos, and it turns into a snarl as he draws back and thrusts his hips forward again. Makes her whine. "Down comes the claw, my dear."

Oh, how she likes him like this: harsh and unforgiving and dangerous and triumphant. To be fair, she likes him all ways; passion bleeds through in whichever role he plays, whether he's on top of her or underneath her or in the middle of a delectable sandwich with Haarlep on the other side or pressing her against a wall with his hips. But when Eris can see the victory glittering in his eyes (brown against white or fiery orange against black), when he declares his power over her with verse or sex or both, Raphael looks like he was made for this. Made for her to see; for her to be so captured by.

Ah! My sweet caged bird, he'd cooed when he'd finished binding her wrists before. I wonder how quickly I can coax out your lovely song this time?

To his delight, it hadn't taken long. She's long since discarded her inhibitions with him; knows he'd bottle and drink her sobs and moans to excess. He's always claimed to love a fight -- and she'll give him one, when they're both of a mind -- but my, my, how he loves a victory that much more.

Eris keeps her eyes wide and alert, gaze burning hotly into his as he spits harshly, warm and wet and claiming, into her mouth that he still holds open. His victory. A sick thrill pulses through her as she feels him hit her tongue, still tasting vaguely of her cunt from when he'd licked her nearly to delirium not twenty minutes before. Catches sight of the glimmer of sadistic mirth that lies behind his gaze; flutters around him in fear and want on the verge of her own end.

Raphael's fingers withdraw from her cheeks only to press up hard on her chin, closing her mouth around its contents, tipping her head forcefully back against the bed into the soft rumpled sheets.

"Swallow," he pants, and Eris can hear the strain in his voice, can feel him so rigid inside of her, and knows he's close.

So she does as he demands. Opens her mouth, sticks out her tongue to show him there's nothing left, and then she swallows too his responding groan, guttural and satisfied, when he claims her mouth again with his own. Feels him pulse, spill inside of her, shudder over her; feels him mouth the word Mine against her when, spent at last, he buries his face into her neck.

2

The sound of a wine bottle being uncorked echoes across the high-ceilinged room.

"If you're pouring, bring me some, won't you?" Eris asks airily from her spot on the gold-brocaded lounge, looking up from her novel.

She expects Raphael to snap his fingers in a typical show of pretentious prestidigitation and poof a second empty glass into existence, but he doesn't.

Instead he slowly pours a single glass; sets the bottle down on a nearby desk with a soft clink. Stalks towards her chair with full vessel in hand, eyes narrowed and on her hotly, predatory as the fox to which he so often likens himself. Shirt halfway unlaced -- he looks sinful.

She hopes he doesn't notice the gooseflesh along her bare legs. Their situationship has spanned months already and still this look on him makes her toes curl in pleasure and anticipation, embarrassing as it is. So affected by him, she is; but he is the same way with her.

But for now, she feigns exasperation. A little game.

"What?"

Raphael stops in front of her. Eris watches the bob of his throat as he takes a long, savoring sip and swallows, then follows the trail of deep olive-toned skin down into the wiry coarse hair on his chest. She doesn't have to admire him from afar for long, though, because he next moves his body over hers on the sofa, sliding a knee between her thighs and leaning in to capture her mouth in a kiss. It's clear he has no intention of playing the same game as she.

Not at all a disappointment.

She smiles against him as they part their lips together.

He tastes, unsurprisingly, of wine. Generous and sensual with his indulgent tongue, he leisurely paints the inside of her mouth with the rich, dry tang of the deep red liquid in his glass. Eris lets her eyes flutter closed, the hand holding her book falling limp as her devil slips warm fingertips through the gap in her silk robe to palm her breast.

"And what is it that you think you're doing?" she asks wryly (and a little breathlessly) when Raphael finally withdraws, mouth quirking up in a crooked little smile.

"Bringing you what you've asked for, little mouse," he says, rumbly and low and melodic, and takes another mouthful of wine.

Eris realizes what he's about to do only a split second before he actually does it, and it's not enough time to prepare. He kisses her again, but this time he parts her lips with his, pushing the rich, spiced drink between them.

Rivulets of red run from where their mouths are joined down Eris's chin and neck, collecting in the divots of her collarbone and seeping between her breasts. She can feel the wine continuing to spill from her lips, dampening her cheeks even as she swallows, as he shares more and more of it until there's none left and she's sucking decadently at his tongue while he drags his fingertips down her belly to unfasten her robe. His mouth follows before long.

"I haven't caused you to lose your place, have I?" he questions patronizingly between hot sticky presses of his lips and tongue, following the translucent wet red paths down her body. "What a travesty that would be."

Finally able to regain at least a shred of composure, Eris marks her page with a small scrap of parchment and sets the book on the end table within her reach.

"Lucky for you," she sighs pleasantly, watching him map with his tongue a tickling trail that dips into her bellybutton, "you've simply proven a very lovely -- and wet -- distraction."

"Shall I stop?" he purrs, and she knows he already knows what she'll say.

She shakes her head, heat pooling in her belly as he moves lower. "Best finish what you've started, you insatiable beast. Make a mess of me."

"That is every last inch my intention."

3

Raphael is terribly, painfully close.

His little mouse, wide steely blue eyes so penetrating, pretty lips so stretched around the girth of him, so much for her even in his human form. He feels her tongue travel up the underside of his cock before she takes him into her throat fully, sinking down and closing her mouth just enough to give him a gentle, dangerous graze of teeth along the line her tongue just finished tracing. Squeezes him at the base, light fingertips caressing his full, tight balls. Enough to drive him to the edge, but not enough to push him forward. To cross the last threshold.

She knows just how to coax a gasping, moaning song from his chest. His darling -- his sweet indulgence -- of his own making.

(Not entirely of his making, of course; but my, how he loves to consider her his own.)

The devil tightens his fist in Eris's short hair as if he's the one in charge of this exchange. He's not, but she humors him anyway. Her sparkling gaze as she looks up at him in response, half pleasure, half chastisement -- she does love it when he pulls her hair, just as he does when their roles are reversed -- pushes him over the edge. His gasp becomes a groan, mixing with her satisfied little hum as her warm, wet mouth finally floods with him.

He loosens his grip when she's taken all he has to offer. Sighs contentedly; watches her slither back up his body to straddle his thighs. Her eyes glitter with mirth.

"You've brought me to ruin again, blue cherry," Raphael rasps with a smile.

And Eris smiles back.

Before he can close his mouth, she opens hers. Lets the hot mixture of his milky cum and her saliva drip from her lips and spatter across his chin, his cheeks, onto his tongue, and Raphael sighs in utter satisfaction.

The sharp, sour taste of her, of himself, of them together ekes out a last twitching drool of thick release from his tip. Eris looks down and swipes her thumb over his weeping cockhead, bringing the last of him to her lips, pink tongue darting out to collect its due and catch as well the straying droplet threatening to dribble down her chin. His sweetling -- so deliciously debauched -- bends then to kiss Raphael's filthy sex-slicked mouth, lips wetly sliding against his, and he's filled with a surge of pride and delight and lust for his little hedonist as he indulges in her; as they lick each other clean of them both.

[theresattrpgforthat]

i want to destroy the god king and begin an anarchist uprising. culminating in participating in the aftermath building a new world

You and me both buddy. Let’s get started.

THEME: Destroy God

Dethrone Skeleton God, by emmy verse.

DETHRONE SKELETON GOD. THAT IS ALL YOU HAVE TO DO.

In this gmless role playing game you will set out on a journey to find and dethrone the aforementioned god. You will need some d6s, a d12, and some writing materials.

This game pulls a lot of inspiration from some pretty stellar games, including No Stone Unturned, EXTRACAUSAL, Trophy, and Blades in the Dark. You will play racing against three Fallout Tracks, which track the collapse of the material world, the immaterial world, and the Skeleton God’s Power. When all tracks are full, the game is over, and you narrate how the world ends.

If nobody in your group wants the burden/responsibility of running a game, this game is an excellent option as it is both GM-less and lightweight. It’s only 16 pages long and covers creating location elements and exploring them as a group. Everything is collaborative, so if you’re interested in games that let you come up with a story together as you go, you might want to check out this game.

Dead Gods, by Trollish Delver Games.

After the Cataclysm of Heaven it all changed. Murdered gods fell from the sky, sundering the land and casting their sacred relics about the world. From the woodwork crawl Warcults, scavengers of god-relics to further their own twisted gains. The Eternal seek power over death itself. The Order of the Stars seek relics to unlock god-like omniscience. The Pale Druids imbibe relics to acquire power over nature itself. The Black Maw will create a new, hungrier god under their control. 

Pick up a lovingly-designed weird cult and pit them against your friend in a desperate effort to grab a sacred god-relic in this miniatures skirmish game. Each player will control a number of different kinds of war cult members, and there are 4 war cults to embody in the upcoming skirmish. Great for PvP and lovers of combat, but if you want narrative you’ll want to pick up something else or mostly RP it out. You can also check out Unholy Scavengers, for more relics, more scenarios, more models - more more more!

Karanduun - Make God Bleed, by makapatag.(@makapatag)

Karanduun is a modern Filipino Epic RPG about worthless heroes dismantling God, whatever cycle of oppression that must be.  Inspired by modern Filipino folklore and culture. You play as young heroes who must make their legend known and become a legendary Karanduun by making God (whichever oppressive system and tyrant that is) bleed.

Lovers of Kill Six Billion Demons will probably get a big kick out of this game. The god Batala is already dead, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t room for some rebellion of your own. There are demons, corrupt angels, and other Kings of the Earth to defeat, in a post-American world inspired by the Philippines. If you’re looking for some narrative play, this game has got you covered, with rules inspired by Exalted 1e and PbtA. You can check out the physical version of this game on SoulMuppet’s website!

Skorne, by Dreaming Dragonslayer.

You are renegades, part of mankind’s insurrection against SKORNE who is devil prince, commander of demon rulers and their armies, and the darkness that reigns. Overthrow the evil Tyrants. Free chained captives. Fight to the last man.

Part of the NSR movement, Skorne is inspired by media such as Berserk, MORK BORG, and games like Dark Souls and Elden Ring. The game itself is only 4 pages long, with a really interesting system for character creation. You roll for your abilities and then use their values to determine your starting kit. The language in the game is also great for putting you into the fiction, such as the instructions found for character name choice:

“In the beginning, give thy renegade a name, though it will not save them.”

You want gritty and dire circumstances? You want to kill demon princes? You wanna play a game with random tyrant generation? This is for you.

Extreme Meatpunks Forever, by Sinister Beard Games.

"In the beginning, there was meat. A decaying chunk of flesh from a dying god, hurtling through the void of space, thousands of miles wide. A million eyes, a billion hands grasping for purchase against nothingness itself.  This is where we live.”

EXTREME MEATPUNKS FOREVER is a tabletop roleplaying game where you’ll play as a gang of queer antifascists in a strange place called Meatworld. Spinning through space on the screaming corpse of a dead god under the glow of an absent sun, the people of Meatworld harvest its flesh to make their technology.

Embody your queer rage and kill fascists in meat-mechs in Extreme Meatpunks Forever. A PbtA game, this option is narrative-heavy and allows you to pick from some pretty metal weapons, including (but not limited to) Excellent Seasoning, A Bit Stick What Has Shrapnel In It, and Deathfucker Cannon. In your downtime, you can kiss your friends and work to heal and deal with your trauma. If you want a game that feels metal and also presents you with extremely punchable enemies, this is your game!

Other Recommendations

If you want some more recommendations you can also check out the Attack and Dethrone God Jam on itch.io, or my Revolution recommendation post.

If you’re interested in what happens after you end the world, then I recommend my Post-Apocalyptic Community Building recommendations!

[bisnes-socks]

so when šta bih ja came out i saw references to how some people didn't like everybody's waiting (and i do recognise many of those posts were jokes) and i realise i'm like super late with this but.. after analysing šta bih ja so much i kinda wanna write about why everybody's waiting is one of my favourite songs by joker out, actually. so here goes.

i remember when it came out many people being confused or put off by the different sections and how distinct they are from one another. i remember people saying they felt the different parts didn't go together. i remember people mentioning bohemian rhapsody.

and i get that song structures with varying parts probably aren't that familiar to a lot of people! they're not that common in 2-4 minute pop structure songs, and that's what most pop music is. not being familiar with that kind of structure isn't unusual or bad!

but the structure isn't unusual either, outside of 2-4 minute pop songs - bohemian rhapsody is far from being the only one. and as someone who regularly listens to music where 7 minutes is a short song and 25 minute songs with several very different sections are routinely played live, i wanna talk about why i really love the structure and why i think they built it in a very cool, pleasing and harmonious way - and they managed to do it in a relatively short song, under 4 minutes, which i find very impressive!

(i also remember people bringing up the beatles, saying bojan sounds like paul on the song. personally i don't hear it, but the beatles are not a bad reference point for songs with structures with strong variation between sections. a day in the life i guess being one of the best known examples. the point here being that these choices are made in music and you can even kind of practice listening to wild structures if you want to!)

BUT to get to my actual point: i think everybody's waiting is built very well to support the differences between sections.

the way it starts small, with one instrument and vocals. then another instrument, then another, one by one. and only after the first chorus, the drums come in (and by the way i LOVE the drums and the bass in the "what a wonderful life" section i could do a whole ted talk on those). the band familiarises the listener with the core melodies of the song ("hype comes, love goes" and "everybody's waiting" being the core melodies) step by step. doing the chorus with just the guitar and keys the first time is an excellent way to allow the singing melody to shine, and for the listener to understand that this is a core melody. and it's a great and memorable melody! you pay attention, and you are later rewarded for it, in my opinion big time.

it's interesting that the verse starting with "starlight effect" and the verse starting with "what a wonderful life" do not have the same singing melody - but they are close enough to exist in the same section. and THAT is another clever way to build the structure of the song. with "what a wonderful life" we're still in familiar territory but we've added all of the instruments and we're changing the singing melody in a way that allows the song to move to a new direction without changing too much at once. 

and then, after that verse, the instruments take us in a whole new direction: we're chaning keys, we have guitar sounds that weren't there before, and most importantly the core rhythm kinda changes. the keyboard in the very beginning of the song sets up this almost swaying rhythm, that feels like it's sort of.. bobbing up and down or left to right, whichever way you feel it - bam-bap, bam-bap, bam-bap, bamm bamm..

and that feeling stays there all the way until "turn it around".

but then, that familiar swaying feeling is gone and the guitars sound different and it almost sounds like we're falling, spiralling down. which, in my opinion, is a strong pairing with the lyrics that then come in: no-one's ever gonna make it easier, you're the only one who can.

and then the final "only ooooneeee" feels even more like falling, falling away almost... it's a sound, that if the song ended there, it would almost sound like.. giving up? there's no resolution.

so what now? well they're not giving up, so the song has to get up! and it does. so what does it do? it brings back a melody you already know, but this time with a new energy. "hype comes, love goes"... it's a new section, it's a new sound, and it's very clearly building up to something, but you know this melody, and you know these words, because you've heard them before in a way that highlighted the melody and the lyrics over any instrument. so we as listeners are back in familiar territory and know where to hold on to, as the song picks up. and then the sort of hold and release into the chorus (only bojan's voice for "everybody's waiting at the ball" and then bam all of the instruments come in) - and doesn't it just feel like aahhhh yessss THIS is where we're supposed to be. this is the reward i was talking about! it's so satisfying. to me, that chorus feels like everything is just bursting into full colour and full bloom. and the reason why it's so satisfying to me is because they have shown the elements before. i know the melody, and it feels so familiar and safe, but now the chorus has it's own rhythm to it and the full band, and we've been on this journey that took us on a bit of a spiral at one point but we're back up with our feet firmly on the ground and it is freeing. and so, after the chorus melody, they become even more free: there's a new solo type riff on the guitar and bojan belts over the music. 

and then the final instrument we hear is the keys from the beginning. 

to me the structure is amazing and i love it, because i recognise the feeling of it. all of it. the song starts small and sort of.. blue, but not sad. the lyrics are on the sad side but it doesn't sound sad exactly - it sounds like, well, life. not exactly happy, not exactly sad, but a little bit of both and neither at the same time. and then we spiral a bit, like you're feeling sorry for yourself - but no-ones ever gonna make it easier. so, you build it up again! and you kinda grab back onto life, just regular life, but this time, with something new, and for a moment you reach a new height where everything feels free. and then you end on a note that is similar to the beginning - it's regular life again - but this time there's just a little bit more of a glimmer of hope in it, like you now know you can build back up to that height you felt, when you need to.

idk guys. i love this song and it packs a lot of emotional release for me. and if it packs emotional release for me, just a listener, well then. what must it contain for bojan. and so as a final note, you will never catch me critisising him for writing it in english. i know first hand how some things just come to you in a specific language, and i know first hand how difficult it is to put yourself out there in writing, so the way i see it, he wrote this part of himself in the languge he needed to in order to express it at all, and i FEEL that in the song.

so there you go. why everybody's waiting is up there for me on the list of my all time JO favourites.

[remedyturtles]

YOUUUUUUUU

Yes, you. I adore you so much you have no idea. FUCK.

I love your latest oneshot about the boys "stare directly at the sun" and I'm going insane. I AM UNWELL. I could write a whole ass essay about how much I love it, how you've written the characters felt so authentic and how you've emotionally broke me in the worst places possible, I've read ROTTMNT fics before, but this one stood out being an alternate setting with character being HUMAN and living normal mundane lives. How much their lives differ from what we know in the OG series yet we can spot things that stayed the same.

I love how instead of being crime fighting Ninja's, while I know that's pretty badass, But these kinds of fics makes the characters feel real for me, there's not much human setting fics of the boys which I'm sad about, (kinda wish there's more) I could literally write my own fic about em but sadly I'm not built like ao3 authors with the time and energy to do so :(( which your fic touched me on a personal level, they are going through school problems, SPLINTER HERE BEING A GOOD PRESENT FATHER GAAAHHH and then having more access in mundane things it holds a special place in my heart omfg...🫶✨

And the fact Leo wants to be a doctor my heart goes out to him 😭😭😭 I'd like to ask what do the other brothers dream to become in the future? What careers they wanna do? I have a few guesses, but I truly wanna know it in your inverse human au you've cooked up with and totally cool if you ignore this part– I don't wanna take more of your time— buuuut I really wanna know more about your human au about the boys;

Are other canon characters still there?

How drastically did you change the world to make it more humanely normal for them?

Do Yokais still exist?

Will this just be a oneshot one time thing or can we expect more of the human verse of your world?

Oahskwbw anyways, thank you so much for existing and writing your beloved fics, I love your works sm you're literally one of my favorite ao3 authors, it's making my heart explode!! Pls do take care of yourself also!!!! <33

STOP you are far to kind to me omg

i am incredibly influenced by the fact that i've read 'problem child' by taizi approximately a MILLION times. also shoutout to 'teenage mutant ninja what now' by tangledinink and the related 'scotch gambit' by like_theletter. OH and of course 'running on low (all the way home) by gibbouslunation. if you've never read human au's before and liked mine, DEFINITELY check out these!!!

writing 'stare directly at the sun' was literally because i had this idea of leo not wanting to be a doctor anymore being like a HUGE red flag and essentially built a story around that hahahaha.

i have zero intent of writing more in this au (i wrote it in 11 days like a fever dream and now i am turning my attention back to firefight haha) but i will answer your questions regardless:

no idea if there's other canon characters. it is genuinely just the real world lol, so no yokai.

raph is currently in university for education to become a teacher, undecided for what age but probably younger. mikey has changed his big ambition at least once a year, anything from chef to professional gymnast to zookeeper. donnie is going to take engineering (to start, he wants to milk the education system for all it's worth so he may get multiple degrees) and he would be accepted at any school he applies to so he will choose whichever one accepts leo haha

cheers mate thank u for the kind words ;__;

[hexcoreviktor]

✨ GOMENS FIC RECS ✨

i asked for people's favorite fics and sharing is caring :)

(i included my own recs as well)

feel free to reblog and add more!

❤️ recommended by @oldzhishen ❤️

Crown of Thorns series by irisbleufic (rating G-E)

This series was never intended to be a series as such: I wrote "A Better Place" in the wake of rather accidentally getting to ask a certain question (What are Aziraphale and Crowley doing on the South Downs, anyway?) of both authors within a week of each other back in 2005 and actually getting an answer (Sharing a cottage), thinking it'd just be a happy little one-off. But something curious happened when my Good Omens Exchange 2010 assignment resulted in "The Walls, the Wainscot, and the Mouse." From that point onward, interest in this little 'verse slowly, but steadily picked up momentum, and I kept finding more stories to tell. Some of the characters that appear herein (Phillippa [Pippa] Morrison, the Mouse, Amanda [Mandy] Tomlin, Uriel, Raphael, et al.) first turned up in my one and only attempt at a second-Apocalypse dark mirror universe, A Crown of Stars (AO3 posting of same) and its follow-ups, which predates this series considerably. The two universes parallel each other, but this one is, for our purposes, post novel-canon and set in our reality. That's pretty much what you need to know. Thank you all for continuing to read and also for giving this project life. I'll continue to add stories and ficlets until I run out of ideas or until my heart stops (whichever comes first)! The current existing pieces are complete; the series overall is ongoing on an as-and-when basis, which means that the time between additions may be weeks or months or, in rare instances, up to a year.

Madman and a Fool by loserchildhotpants (rating E)

God considers Crowley's unyielding pining for Aziraphale, his acts during the End of the World, and his very genuine desire to protect Aziraphale, worth rewarding. She can't make him an Angel again, but She can nudge Aziraphale in the right direction. If nothing else, She'd really just like Crowley to stop using Her prayer inbox for endless soliloquies about Aziraphale.

Demonology and the Tri-Phasic Model of Trauma: An Integrative Approach by Nnm (rating T)

As soon as Aubrey Thyme, psychotherapist, had opened her office door and seen her new client, Anthony J. Crowley, sitting in her waiting area, she was observing and assessing him. At first glance, she paid attention to the following: --His clothing was expensive and stylish; --He wore very strange but noticeable cologne; --His relationship to the seat he occupied could only, very loosely, be described as “sitting;” --He looked angry; --He was wearing sunglasses. What Aubrey Thyme, a professional, thought, upon first seeing her new client was: you’re going to be a fun one, aren’t you?

A Home at the Beginning of the World by stereobone (rating E)

"Oh," Aziraphale says. "I think Crowley might have moved in with me."

For the Angel Who Has Everything by triedunture (rating E)

Crowley likes giving Aziraphale things. Whatever he wants, actually. Which, happily, includes Crowley himself, as it turns out.

I'm the treasure baby, I'm the prize by stereobone (rating E)

"Are you working for Mrs. Sandwich?" Nina asks. "No," Crowley says. "Well, yes. Well, define 'working'." -- Or, Crowley is very good at faking sex work, as it turns out.

🧡 recommended by @reloha 🧡

let me feel your heartbeat (grow faster, faster) by thehoyden (rating T)

Aziraphale saw him sometimes in all-staff meetings, sitting toward the front but off to the side, lounging against a wall. Even then, he’d had style—wings tipped in gold and face painted with gold flakes in the pattern of the first constellation he designed. He was amazing, and eye-catching, and it was no exaggeration to say that he did not know Aziraphale even existed.

You'll Find Something Waiting (Right There Where You Left It) by PrimalBeatsOurHearts (rating T)

"Lets go in the Garden, "You'll find something waiting" "Right there where you left it" "Lying upside down" ------------ Or What if Crowley was Erased from The Book Of Life?

Moving Forward While Standing Still by Justanothernerdsstuff (rating G)

“Uh, yeah, sure! Thanks,” They replied and walked away, not sure why this specific book was so important to the angry man, but they were £50 richer, so they didn’t really care. Crowley flipped through the book, stalling making the decision to go into the bookshop to confront Muriel. He turned to walk away, stopped, groaned, and stalked his way into the bookshop. *** Crowley finds himself at Give Me Coffee Or Give Me Death a month after Aziraphale left to run Heaven, and ends up back at the bookshop, something he never planned to do again.

7 minutes in heaven by waddlesthejoghog (rating T)

"If Crowley and Aziraphale couldn’t figure it out, Muriel would have to take a different approach. It wasn’t enough to put them in the same location. They had to plant some seeds of conversation. They had to come to a conclusion naturally, but with a push." OR Muriel reads every book in the shop, then comes up with a plan to get Aziraphale and Crowley back together.

In the Pocket of the Universe by indieninja92 (rating E)

Immediately after the church scene (and The Slow Zoom of Homosexual Panic), Aziraphale takes Crowley out for dinner in the only place still open in the middle of an air raid. Feelings closely follow.

How to Run a Bookshop by IneffableDoll (rating T)

Muriel has been running Aziraphale’s bookshop ever since his promotion Upward. Mr. Crowley seems intent on sticking around, and Muriel has no idea what to do about that. Then, Muriel stumbles upon a collection of sketchbooks full of a familiar redhead. Did…Aziraphale draw these? Has Mr. Crowley seen them? * (“No. No. Put that back.” “Oh, but isn’t it cute? A little cup with wings! I don’t suppose it can fly like those birds can? I don’t see what a cup needs wings for, really.” “You can’t use that.” “Of course not! These wings are too small for me, and I have my own if I want to get around.” “Wh – okay, first off, you can’t go flying about London. You’ll freak people out, cause a bunch of chaos – actually, you know what, do what you like. Heaven if I care. But don’t touch that mug.” “Is it dangerous?” “…No. But it’s not yours. And it’s not polite to use something that’s not yours. Not very angelic of you.” “Oh! Of course. I knew that.”)

💛 recommended by @cheeekycharchar 💛

Together We're Golden series by Guardian_Rose (rating G-T)

Crowley & Aziraphale move to a small town, into their own little cottage but it's not without its difficulties.

True Disaster by NuriaSchnee (rating E)

After Crowley saves him in 1941, Aziraphale realises he's fallen in love with the demon. Scared this dangerous feeling of his will cause problems to his friend, he tries to break their relationship. However, his plan to push the demon away fails and they end up admitting their feelings to each other. To be able to be together and keep it a secret, Crowley stops time every time they meet. However brilliant this seems at first, it doesn't take long to backfire, opening new wounds and raising more barriers between them.

Nanny Knows Best by DictionaryWrites (rating M)

Being a nanny, that should be simple. Simple. Easy as pie. Crowley wished that were true.

💚 recommended by yours truly 💚

Strange Moons series by racketghost (rating G-E)

“At least they were together for a time,” Crowley says, staring at the lit end of his cigarette, “maybe that’s enough.”

tales from a bookshop by Rizandace (rating T)

Post-season-two. Crowley's moping, Aziraphale wants to fix things, and turns out, there's enough blame to go around. ----- "You're being ridiculous." Crowley very nearly falls over. Like, actually. He very nearly loses balance for no reason at all and tumbles to the sidewalk next to his car. He’s been playing Aziraphale’s voice in his head for weeks, he’s been trying very hard to drown out the sound of it, in fact, and now suddenly, abruptly— “What are you doing here,” is all he can think to say. He whirls around, and there he is. on Crowley’s right, standing there like he’d never left. Where he belongs, Crowley’s mind helpfully supplies. He wishes he could punch himself in the brain, knock the thoughts right on out of there.

Meanwhile the World Goes On by lineslines (rating G)

Crowley looked at him. He was still wearing his suit, there was tartan in it, but it had become polished, the worn edges returned to pristine, boring perfection. He looked prim. Proper. Perhaps this hurt most of all. (Crowley is on earth, Aziraphale is not. Meanwhile the world goes on. Plans, great and possibly ineffable, are set into motion. They are--always, inevitably--drawn back together. Long before reconciliation, long before they can bear it. The only thing they can bear less is staying apart. Oh, and Heaven seems to have misplaced Jesus.)

So You Need To Get Into A.Z. Fell & Co.; Now What? (A Guide For Unfortunate Bookworms) by c4llistrad (rating G)

London’s antique enthusiasts and rare lit nerds alike know that if you’re looking for a specific vintage or antique book, you have a good chance of ending up in A.Z. Fell & Co. as a last resort. And if you’ve ever been in (or are currently in) this predicament, you know how much of an absolute nightmare it is trying to even get in the door. Luckily, this handy guide, the fruit of a months-long collaborative effort to create the perfect formula for gaming the A.Z. Fell system, will tell you everything you need to know, complete with a comprehensive breakdown of what, exactly, the opening hours are. Compiled by pageknight and inky of the Rare Antique Forums.

Like Icarus Before Me by Arokel (rating T)

If Aziraphale were a Good person, a virtuous person, he wouldn’t have taken Crowley’s hand at all. Aziraphale muses on the nature of Goodness, and finally shares those musings with Crowley.

It's Something Like a Corkscrew by Arokel (rating G)

“How do you live with this… this inevitability? This knowledge of what’s to come?”

So let us melt by Arokel (rating G)

Of the two of them, Crowley thinks Aziraphale has held on to more of his faculties than Crowley has, but then again, he is putting off angelic heat like a particularly virtuous furnace.

So Much to be Consoled as to Console by Arokel (rating T)

“What are you,” Crowley drawled, “the patron saint of queer kids?” A series of lost souls over the centuries who prayed, whether they knew it or not, to the Angel Aziraphale.

Factory Settings by Anonymous (rating T)

Crowley gets reinstated as an angel.

such surpassing brightness by bibliocratic (rating G)

The revelation that Aziraphale might have been in love with him for thousands of years is surprising. The fact that literal books have been written on the subject comes as even more of a shock.

knowing this will I reach for you by Aria (rating E)

It wasn't as though his interest in Aziraphale was entirely appropriate. Of course it wasn't bloody appropriate. He was consorting with the Enemy, nothing about it was appropriate.

The Sandford Flower Show by Mussimm (rating E)

Crowley had waited six thousand years, kept it all in check. But this was the slipperiest slope he’d ever set foot on and as soon as he’d indulged in a few discretionary acts of kindness he was falling face first into pining, tumbling into flirting, about to dislocate his knees on the sharp rocks of intimacy. Was this really it? What he had waited six thousand years for? A stupid flower show? Aziraphale wasn’t pulling away from him. Maybe… maybe this time he wouldn’t? Maybe they’d hold hands again. Maybe tonight with a bottle of merlot in them he’d finally work up the courage and just kiss him and he wouldn’t pull away. The very moment he’d thought it he spotted the problem at the flower show.

you knew my name on sight by brinnanza (rating G)

“This wasn’t me, you know,” Crowley says, the words out of his mouth before he’s made the conscious choice to utter them. “Not just the library, but the whole civil war. You know me; I’ve mostly been getting drunk at Bacchanals.” “I know,” says Aziraphale.

The Longest Night series by charlottemadison (rating T-E)

The night the Apocalypse doesn't happen, an angel and a demon share a bus bench on the way home to face their fates. This is the story of their evening spun out line by line, all the little moments that carried them through the night they knew might be their last.

Witness the Fall by Waifine (rating G)

Crowley never talked about his time as an angel. Aziraphale never asked. But when Hell sends Crowley a package containing his most painful memories, it is Aziraphale who is plunged into the nightmare history of when his beloved friend, the angel who had once been Crowley, was hurled from the Heavens into the bowels of Hell.

An Angel who did not so much Fall In Love as Settle Into It Gradually by TheLadyZephyr (rating G)

Crowley was standing in the middle of the room, hands in his pockets, looking a little lost. Aziraphale eyed the distance between them. Five steps. Five steps, and six thousand years, and a battlefield spanning an eternity. The story of the little moments over the millennia that shape an angel’s regard for a demon, and the way he slowly, with great reluctance but inevitable surety, falls in love.

This Soul Outstreaming by Rend_Herring (rating E)

“Why did you come here?” Aziraphale interrupts. “Why do you keep doing this?” All the saving, he means, all the chasing after Aziraphale he does. It can’t only be that he’s not keen to endure a replacement. That can’t be it, not anymore. He’s going to get himself in trouble, and then it’ll be Aziraphale’s fault. Crowley’s mouth shuts with a click. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, reaches for the handle of the fork and taps his fingertips against it before setting his hands in his lap. When he speaks, it’s very soft. “Don’t you know?” he asks. Aziraphale, unnaccustomed to his heart refusing to translate why it throbs with such haste, shakes his head.

a lighthouse (burning) by books-and-omens (rating M)

In good weather, one can see the lighthouse at the Rock from the shore: a dot on the horizon, a distant star flashing red and white and red again. It’s been dark for a fortnight, of course—ever since the incident that every newspaper had breathlessly written about, that the paper-boys on the corners had shouted themselves hoarse over. This is where Aziraphale is headed: it is his duty, after all, to find out what happened, to make sure that the beacon can be safely lit once again. He does not expect Crowley to follow him to the windswept isle, to the lonely lighthouse at what could just as well be the edge of the world. Crowley follows him anyway.

paint the skies by ToEdenandBackAgain (rating G)

“This was one of yours, wasn’t it?” Aziraphale remarks casually, and Crowley feels like the warmth of the room has been sucked into space. A cold, uneasy feeling begins to creep into his gut. One of yours thrown out so casually. One of yours said like he... like he knew “What.”

Good Endings by WyvernQuill (rating T)

A Narrative of Certain Events following the Ending of the World (Except Not Quite), as vaguely hinted at in The Slapdash and Not Very Helpful Prophetic Tidbit of Agnes Nutter, Witch (And Matchmaker.) "Their lives are in horrible, terrible danger that only we can save them from!" Anathema held up the Prophetic Tidbit. "It says so. Right here." Madame Tracy peered at the page. Raised a meaningful eyebrow. "Dearie, as a woman of, well, considerable experience, I really don't think that's what 'the lyttle Deathe' means in this context..." "Huh." Anathema squinted. Flipped the page. Read another bit. "....huh." (Or, alternatively: Eight - give or take - matchmakers trying really, really hard, honest; two clueless ethereal/occult beings mutually pining their endless days away; and one witch, who can't leave well enough alone when it comes to matters of the heart, no matter how many centuries ago she died.)

If We've Got Nothing (We've Got Us) by Kedreeva (rating G)

Two months after the failed apocalypse Aziraphale finds the first dark feather growing in his wings. A story about middle grounds, ineffable plans, and what happens when the world doesn't end.

lit in the darkness by ToEdenandBackAgain (rating M)

Aziraphale returns to Crowley's flat for the night after Armageddon. After all, it's hardly the first time they've shared sleeping arrangements. Or: Times throughout history Crowley and Aziraphale have shared a bed.

💙 recommended by @vonlipwig 💙

Petrichor & Parchment by MrsNoggin (rating E)

“Mr. Crowley, I presume?” Aziraphale asked in lieu of an introduction, which was not forthcoming. The guy hadn’t even removed his sunglasses. Oh God, he had a tattoo on his face. Aziraphale wasn’t one to judge, but… what kind of gardener had a snake tattoo on his face?

💜 recommended by @darthbreezy 💜

post-professional endeavours by darcylindbergh (rating T)

Retirement is a four-letter word.

💗 recommended by @thegeekyartist 💗

Fire, Bridges, and other Sensible Idioms by KiaraMGrey (rating E)

To: The person who stopped the washer in the middle of my wash cycle and took my clothes out just to wash your own… You are an arsehole! Unfortunately for you, so am I. You can find your wet clothes frozen outside in the snow. If you have any problems with this, come see me in 301. or Aziraphale has a new neighbor, and they certainly don't start off on the right foot.

❤️ recommended by @weiwnxian ❤️

Any Other Name by mostlyanything19 (rating T)

“The Angel of the Eastern Gate.” Crawly grins. “What’s your name, anyway? You never said.” “Oh...” Apologies, Aziraphael almost says, but then he doesn’t. That would be taking things a bit too far. This is still the Enemy. “Aziraphael.” “Aziraphael,” repeats Crawly—or tries to, because halfway through the word he chokes. Quite badly. Or: What if Aziraphale’s name was originally "Aziraphael", in keeping with the conventional spelling and pronunciation of angel names, but because of its divine nature Crowley is physically unable to say it out loud.

[11queensupreme11]

Remember when you showed us Mizuhime's style? (I'd send the link, but I can't) can you do it for Percy too please???

i know which post you're talking about and i'd love to do it for percy too!!!

first off, just know that percy has a more fluid sense of style (get it get it? fluid? cuz she's a water type 😃). she doesn't really stick to a style or two. she dresses however she wants.

if she wants to dress girly, she'll do it. skater girl style? yup! street style??? sure! need her to put on an evening gown with elbow-length gloves and high heels? okay! her mom bought her a cute blue blazer that's more for a professional setting than a casual day out? she doesn't care, she'll wear it! 😌 as long as she doesn't look like a complete mess, she does not care. our girl is not picky about clothes

here's percy's casual. her style is literally just whichever she wants to wear for that day:

here's percy's typical quest outfits. it's a little similar to casual, but she's more particular about it. IF she was given the chance to pack her clothes (because sometimes this poor girl just gets yeeted into them with no warning/prep), she would pick out shorts and looser pants like jogging/sweat pants, and not fucking SKIN TIGHT SKINNY JEANS. if it were cold, she'd get a warm jacket/coat, but one that gives her enough mobility to run and move around. stuff like that:

the sort of stuff she wears in ror verse! it's all fantastical and majestic looking for obvious reasons. very very very elegant and beautiful, usually accessorized with pearls and other precious gems:

lastly, her swimwear! cuz duh, daughter of poseidon:

[pomrania]

I want to talk about some books I've read recently, "Penric's Travels" and "Penric's Labor" by Lois McMaster Bujold.

First, that author is always a treat. When I saw those books by her at the library, ones I hadn't read before, I didn't even bother to check the back cover for their description; I knew I'd enjoy them, simply based on the author. And I was correct. (Also it turns out that the back cover didn't really give any useful information about the stories therein, so it wouldn't have mattered.)

I don't know how to best describe what I like about how she writes, but I'll try. Her stuff is very character-driven, with… it's not right to say "low stakes", because the stakes are very high indeed when you care about the characters things might happen to, but it doesn't have the super-high stakes you normally see in fantasy or science fiction. The characters and the relationships feel mature; the three main couples I can most remember offhand, from three different series set in three different 'verses, one half of the couple had been a widow/er, and the other half had had previous relationships of their own. (The Vorkosigan saga does admittedly start with a "young male protagonist", but it follows him as he matures.) And she's very adept at worldbuilding, which is honestly my favourite thing in SFF. If this sounds like the kind of thing you want to read, I recommend checking out her work.

Now, the specific books I mentioned at the start. They're more properly collections of three novellas each, written so they could be read in any order; which is good, because my library didn't have on the shelf the book which collected the earlier ones. Each novella is like 100-200 pages long, which might be a benefit over a novel-length story because it provides an obvious stopping point with a resolution for what's happened. Those books also include a 'reading order' at the end, for pretty much everything the author has ever written; I of course hadn't followed that, having gone by the time-honoured method of "whichever book I could get my paws on first", but if that's not how you do things, that guide might be of interest to you.

Finally, the reason I wanted to talk about these books (stories, more properly) specifically, and it's that the magic system is almost everything I've ever wanted in fiction; and it's so perfectly worked in with the religion/theology of that world, which itself is done way better than I normally see in fantasy. (Which, I suppose I hadn't mentioned it earlier; these stories are in the fantasy genre.) There is a REASON why somebody can't kill using magic; or, to be more accurate, they can do it, once. There's magical healing which isn't just "it's magic", but requires knowing what you're doing with each structure, and sometimes things just can't be healed. And there's the converse as well, using that same "healing magic" offensively; but with greater creativity than "burst someone's heart", since it must not be used to kill; the titular character's main method of disabling an assailant is "temporarily shut down the relevant nerves, very carefully". There's a cost for magic, in both "disorder" and "friction". It's just really good.

I won't try to give a comprehensive list of content warnings. However, I will say that if you're sensitive to "healthcare worker's burnout", you should avoid the novella "The Physicians of Vilnoc" entirely, as that's a major element in that story. (Also in the main character's backstory, but I don't know if there's a story which goes into depth with that.)

[quietlyblooms]

memories that linger | love and deepspace

there's always been something pushing against you. and not in the metaphorical, woe is you sort of way, but in the way that... well, you can't quite put your finger on it. there's nothing metaphorical about it, you think, but anyone else would swear it's just your luck. you believe that, too, when you aren't so displeased with the way things are going. there is something that tries to force your hand, change the choices you want to make.

you realize that sounds crazy. that's why you keep it to yourself.

you've stopped resisting the push so much these days. you feel it like a hand upon your back, urging you forward and into the hunter association's ranks despite your dream of publishing your manga. it feels simultaneously wonderfully right and terribly wrong, though the development of certain events quickly steals your attention away from that invisible hand. you want answers. you need them, and you'll march in whichever direction that leads you to them.

additional details

in this verse, i'm writing chiyo as the mc and toying with the concept of past lives like the game does, though i may also sprinkle in a little itty bitty bit of fourth wall stuff -- like chiyo having the thought, " this is like a game, and someone else is making my choices. " as a treat <3

but the focus will be more on fate bc chiyo really hates it as a concept, and that's so much fun to write in this setting :' )

when interacting with other mc's, we can decide if we'd like our characters to just so happen to be in the same boat, having grown up with grandma and caleb, etc. if not, i have no problem writing chiyo in her main verse! there's plenty to work with either way and i'm happy to adapt!

bc chiyo's parents and grandmother play such important roles in her development, they're alive and well until wanderers kill them during chiyo's freshman year of high school. this event leads to josephine taking her in. she was a friend of the family and as good as a second grandmother to chiyo.

i'll likely think to add more when i'm not sleep-deprived and as i progress in the story, but if you have any questions, just let me know <3

[alexanderlightweight]

I legit can't decide which amazing verse of yours I want to read more of currently so I'm gonna just do a little shortlist of themes for any that tickle your fancy, verse obviously is dealer's choice:

Legit anything that has Mirai being a badass in it.

The troublesome trio (Izzy, Jace, Clary) facing consequences

Alec realising more of the world loves him than he thought (could be Downworlders, could be Institute, anything)

The Fab Three (Magnor, Cat, Ragnor) up to shenanigans

I hope the new place is all set up and y'all are finally all settled in! Smushes to Nighshade.

we are settled in but i'm still unpacking for everyone so thats a bit slow.

Nightshade sends wiggles and cuddles!

okay so Magnus is mentioned heavily but this is the Fab Three (magnus is there in spirit) and it's in cider verse during the sequel it's a bit of insight because the first fic focused heavily on the problems alec was dealing with in the institute.

the sequel broadens out because alec's institute is stabilizing (except for the treason he's about to deal with) but he's got Mirai and is taking no shit so he's on a good path.

and so we start seeing more how the war and Magnus' actions are affecting those he cares about and how Magnus is dealing with valentine and how alec is working with him because honestly, they get more done together in a day than alec does with an entire clave retinue in a week.

this is kinda insight and also because imo it's why cat and ragnor were nearly completely absent season 1 (aka they were protecting magnus by not being targets and ragnor can't afford any interest in himself when he holds the secret keeping jocelyn unconscious)

<3 lumine

btw they are definitely having shenanigans and you learn about past antics

sequels name by saeth is: the choice of hope

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Cat smiles at the fire message she’s still holding, fingers wreathed in magic delicately stamping out the gleaming cinders and preserving the piece of parchment so that it will withstand centuries to come.

Next to her, Ragnor is doing the same.

“Jem included the vows and the runes he was able to use,” Ragnor hums thoughtfully as he shuffles through the small file of notes that had discreetly been slipped to Tessa who then sent them to Cat who brought them to him. “It will add a magical boost to whichever of the rituals Magnus choses. I’ve narrowed it down to five that he can pick from.”

“If you were anyone else—” Cat teases, because it is true. If Ragnor and Cat were anyone else, then the liberties they’ve been taking with planning Magnus’ own consort ceremony without him would be considered scandalous. As it is, Magnus has left the planning to them because it is both safe and because he trusts them.

If they were anyone else, Ragnor and Cat wouldn’t be within a thought of this ceremony until it was ready to be witnessed.

“If he wants me to participate then he’s going to pick one of these five.” Ragnor crosses his arms over his chest with a huff, “I’m not getting bloody naked and romping on the meadow floor when Magnus is perfectly capable of gathering enough sex magic on his own without an entire orgy boosting him.”

Cat snorts, because he’s not wrong and from the small bits Magnus has had the time to share, she doubts he’s going to be willing to share quite that much of his nephilim husband with the Elders even without Ragnor putting his foot down.

“He won’t care what choices you give him,” she murmurs as she lets her fingers trace the penmanship of an old friend they now rarely see. It is a relief for all of them that despite eloping with a nephilim, Magnus had a friend and confidant there to take care of him and his boy. “At least this way, we won’t be trying to figure out a dual ceremony.”

“I would sooner kidnap them both and force an elopement than allow the clave and their minions to see how vulnerable Magnus is for his shadowhunter.” Ragnor gives anther sigh and then a softer smile crosses his face, “he looks happy. Content and healthy and this boy of his truly blesses us.”

Cat nods, because Magnus has become proactive in regards to his own safety in such a way that it’s stripped away the reckless anger he’s held since the Uprising. Magnus no longer wants to win at any cost, especially not if the cost involves himself. Magnus has a young, devoted husband who would be heartbroken and well, no one has ever denied or doubted the depth of Magnus’ protection regarding those he loves.

Magnus will not risk leaving his new husband vulnerable and alone, especially not one who is a shadowhunter. If something happened to Magnus, there is little doubt that the clave would do everything in their power to make an example of his husband for daring to marry a warlock, especially when the first ceremony was a nephilim one.

The knowledge and weight of that truth settles in Cat and Ragnor’s hearts with a deep relief. They cannot stay at Magnus’ side to protect him or ensure that he protects himself when their presence will only offer up more ways to target and hurt him.

Alec Lightwood is already in the spotlight of the coming war and he’s made it clear that his priority is Magnus’ safety, even to the detriment of his own position in nephilim society. He is a warrior. One who can and expects to stand by and fight at Magnus’ side. Guarding his back and his reputation and more importantly, his heart.

It’s a boon that Cat never thought she would be able to press as a balm to the worry she constantly feels for Magnus.

Aloe vera on a seething burn that soothes and cools and heals.

Meanwhile, Ragnor is frowning over seven different shades of warlock blue and Cat bites back a smile. Magnus will have no time to plan the ritual that will bond him to Alec as not only a spouse, but as a true consort of a High Warlock and an Elder, so Ragnor will take on that honor and Cat will help him when she has the time.

Well, she’ll come to Ragnor’s and watch him dither and fret while finally putting her feet up and taking a breathe and Ragnor will relax at the evidence that one of his dearest companions is safe and resting in his heavily protected home.

“He really is quite tall,” Cat frowns as she looks at the picture, “I think we should avoid anything too intricate. Magnus isn’t going to make it past the ritual and to the celebration if we don’t plan this carefully. He’ll complete the ritual and snatch his consort away to their bed if we don’t plan this right, and we need to plan this right. The Spiral isn’t aware yet that Magnus is bonding a nephilim, but you know they’re going to take this as an opportunity to see how sympathetic he is to warlocks in general, or if it’s only Magnus that’s an exception to his care.”

“You’d think they’d know by now that Magnus wouldn’t ever tie himself to someone who couldn’t respect and protect his people just as much as Magnus does.” Ragnor grumbles as he finally brings his choices down to a mere three pieces of fabric. “This one will bring out the gold in Magnus’ eyes, but this one will make his boy’s runes pop more.”

The third color he considers for a longer moment before he sneers and eradicates it from existence.

“Everyone is going to know he’s a nephilim. We don’t need to bring more attention to it. They’re already married by nephilim standards but we can add a few gold accents?”

“I suppose Magnus doesn’t have to wear platinum jewelry.” Ragnor wrinkles his nose, “oh dear, he’s going to want to go with abyssal metals, isn’t he? So he doesn’t clash with the gold.”

Cat can’t help her snort even as she takes the chilled glass of beer Ragnor has absently summoned and handed her. After the last few weeks, her favorite brew is a relief and refreshing in a way that Ragnor finds his tea.

“No one would ever believe that Magnus learned his fastidiousness and dedication to his fashion sense from you.” She teases and Ragnor takes the gentle mocking with a sniff.

“There is an art to being perceived.” Ragnor says — as he does every time this is brought up — “while we may not share the same flare or tastes, Magnus has ever been the most devoted and dedicated pupil. I’d say he’s far surpassed me in some ways,” here he chuckles fondly. “I am seen how I want to be and Magnus as he wishes to be. I’ll admit I was skeptical when he first created a persona for himself through how he dressed, but he’s long since grown into it and expanded it until it became the armor I hoped to protect him.”

Cat lets him have his memories as she summons several pictures that Magnus has sent her and enlarges them so she can better see the large hazel eyes and the soft expression full of adoration that she knows was directed at Magnus.

It’s a picture born from a memory after all.

“How much time do we need to allow between Valentine’s demise and announcing a date for the ceremony?”

Ragnor’s question makes her snort and then she laughs, unable to help it.

“We announce it at the same time? Depending on how involved they are with his death.”

“Oh, I do hope they manage to harvest Valentine’s heart—” Ragnor takes a sip of tea with a calm, happy smile, “one of my favorite rituals involves the heart of a mutual enemy. I’d love for Magnus and his hunter to be able to use it, all the blood makes it rather romantic.”

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*my head canon is that ragnor is aro and therefore (like me) has a skewed sense on what romance is and because warlocks already have a skewed sense of romance... yeah. and he's who magnus went to for advice for a century or two before they realized that ragnor's understanding of romance was a little off even for warlocks. magnus doesn't care, his romantic inclinations may be different but ragnor was a good mentor and luckily alec is a shadowhunter, who have even worse understanding of romance

[brain-amoeba]

still battling writers block but wanna stay active so here is all my pea brain can muster at the moment

Even More Random HCs: Spy x Reader

-Let me start this with some of my general Spy HCs-- I don't think he's necessarily as cold and distant as Sniper but I also disagree with the notion of him being very lovey dovey and affectionate. Spy is a gentleman, romantic and full of charm, but still a mysterious gentleman nonetheless (I mean, he's always seen wearing a balaclava ffs), so there is a definite wall between him and those around him. Basically, he's always in control of all his relationships--through his wit and understanding of the human psyche, he can always make his own outcomes, and decides when and how to act to get his desired result every time.

-That's not to say it isn't possible to break that wall down tho, which is what I want to explore in my writing :3 and just another random one is I know Spy doesn't have a canon name and i dunno if theres like a universally agreed upon fanon name for him but I always pictured him as a Maximilien.

-Spy is very picky when it comes to those who pique his attention--he may be a romantic, but he's not just some sleazebag who flirts with anything that has a pulse. He likes to think of it as some kind of game, or scheme. A variety of worthy contenders, but only 1 he ends up meaningfully pursuing (enter reader stage left!!!)

-Spy, a master manipulator and well-versed in the art of conniving, knows better than to go all-in once he has his heart set on you. What kind of mercenary would he be if he didn't have some kind of master plan? There are still 8 other men he has to compete for your affections with, you know.

-He strings you along, always giving just the right amount of flirtation or romance to keep your dopamine up while still leaving you begging for more. His psychological approach to winning you over is to ensure that once you fall, you can't won't want to get back up :)))

-And if he finds that perhaps you've taken to one of his colleagues a little more than him? Ohohoho, a true gentleman fights for his lady! But in this particular case, Spy is no stranger to fighting dirty--he takes it upon himself to disguise as whichever merc you're crushing on and will gaslight you and manipulate your feelings against (insert merc here). He knows better than to outright crush you and give you a cold rejection while in disguise, though he dreams of it; the moment you'd come crying to him about your broken heart, and how terribly sorry you were for not coming to your senses and being with Spy instead--it's almost enough to get him hard

-He doesn't mean to manipulate you so harshly, honest! He just wants what's best for him you. He will treat you right. He will make sure all your needs are taken care of, and take you to the highest heights of carnal pleasure you've never known before--even if you don't, he knows that you see it that way too.

By any means necessary.

(also just wanna say i have seen all the asks in my inbox and i promise I am working on all of them! writers block is really just kicking my ass when it comes to writing actual fics, which is what i'm doing for quite a few of them, but I promise i'll get them churned out!)

[solivagantingrebel]

This wip game is the hardest decision of my life. So I shall pick,,,whichever one you’re most excited to share!! <3

I'm indecisive too 😭

I'll do more than one, how about that? Excuse: because I can and rambling about fics to you in my favorite pastime <33

All of the ideas occupy a decent amount of brainspace but I've been inclined to think a lil about the Mafia AU!Swap just because isekai tropes are very fun imo.

OKAY, okay hear me out, Canonverse!Ghost being in a situationship with Soap before he gets dropped into the Mafia verse - the first chapter will probably be a bit dramatic, confusing, hey Ghost is tied up and captive again in what suspiciously feels like Mexico, war flashbacks to Roba but who ends up coming out of the door and facing him is a very fancily dressed John Mactavish with clothes a bit too tight for comfort and the smile oh-so-familiar and it's starting to feel less like a kidnapping and more like a scene Johnny is setting (it's working too - god it's working when he looks that good). But he - Soap - almost looks annoyed when he's called Johnny and he goes on this monologue talking about how he wiped out an entire Mafia front (some random name that Ghost can't connect) and it almost seems like he's gloating about doing that + tying Ghost down and damn, Johnny could've just asked if he was into this but he'd have to admit, taking him down and tying up was pretty impressive and as the whole gloating session it's getting clear that Ghost doesn't care what he's saying, he's just enamored and looking at Soap with hearts in his eyes.

Then, Johnny gets tired of him and it's increasingly clear that maybe, maybe it's not the Soap he knows but he's not left to think much about it because he passes out and the next time he's awake he's in a strange compound with comms in his ear and a bunch of knives in front of him and Johnny's talking about how he needs to kill all the mafia in proximity to survive and he's almost implying that everyone in the area wants Ghost dead. Turns out though, Ghost is really, really good with his knives and he manages with minimum injuries, much to unfamiliar Johnny's surprise.

And that's how Ghost ends up being a bodyguard / hitman for Soap temporarily as he figures out where and what happened, while Soap is constantly trying to test & humiliate him by throwing him in situations only a highly trained soldier can get out of (tough luck soap!! it's because Ghost was a prominent figure in the rival family) and the whole tone of the fic is a bit,,, violent but also? kind of romantic comedy? Because Soap thought he was taking a rival family's prodigy from them but Ghost's is farrrr too happy to be around him and he's cheeky and flirtatious on occasions and it's getting increasingly harder to deny that Ghost is starting to become one of the few people who actually, fully cares about Soap. Enemies to lovers but make it mutual pining ensues! The Serial Killer AU is probably the one that's bare bones but it's a funny lil fic in my brain. It probably happens in a small town somewhere, I haven't decided where but the gist is, Soap's an outlier and kind of an outcast in the society, the people his age are kind of jerks to him and he's never felt comfortable in the town either - probably has plans to move out soon for university or military or something. Because he's an outcast though, he has always been kinder to folks that are neglected, ignored or outcasts like him, and one of them just happens to be Ghost.

In my head, there's this scene where there's a bonfire party with the people who are known to be. more than privileged assholes, especially towards people like him. Soap goes to the party because it's probably a day or two before he leaves the town for good and he's just. there to get whatever he can (food and drinks) before he leaves, he sees Ghost again! Scanning the area with intensity that makes him a bit uneasy but he's still polite, kind and casual with him, and he sees something shift in Ghost's eyes but he doesn't think much of it. Cue later in the night and there's a huge commotion and people are running around saying there's a murder on the loose and he also runs away because of course, he stumbles into a cabin in the woods that he takes shelter in and subsequently falls asleep on the bed.

He later wakes up to a man wearing a mask with 'blood' splattered all over him and he couldn't help but honest to god, laugh. Because of course, right on the night before he's going to get out of the town for good, [OC that was horrible to him his whole life] would prepare something straight out of a movie to scare him. He ends up talking to the 'masked killer' about it and how he should drop the ruse because it's not worth it - and then gets an idea because damn, the man under the mask looks so?? built?? and if [OC] thought a mask could freak him, he had another thing coming because Soap is into it. Has always liked slasher flicks and the masked killers there. Soooo, he ends up sweet talking the killer and seducing him, making it turn into the best night of his life thus far.

Ghost - had already planned to spare Soap from the start, the only one in his eyes that deserved to survive, what he wasn't expecting was the boy to be in his cabin and seduce him and essentially make him fall in love with him that night. The next morning though, he's gone but Ghost vows to find him again. Now, he had a massacre he needed to frame someone else for.

Cue graduated / older Soap who runs into Ghost in the city he's living in and runs into Ghost and they have a night out. Turns out, there actually was a killer that night but Soap had a morning flight to take so he didn't know what happened later on. and he knew it wasn't the poor, masked boy who was forced to scare him because it ended up being the [OC] who was deemed the culprit - who also took his life that night. Well, he didn't have to linger on such macabre, tragic events when Ghost was staring at him with those handsome eyes, did he? I'll be soooo real, I'm the most excited for the last chapter of the Christmas WIP but it's going to be coming out soon so! Maybe it can wait a lil bit, here's something for that also - thank you so much for inspiring the Ghostsoap dancing idea, it was a blast to write! (im so sorry if there's typos and mistakes here)

This was dangerous.  But I couldn’t help myself.  I placed my free hand above his waist, palm slowly stretching over the meat of his stomach before I curled my fingers around him. The permission to touch buzzed with a strange sort of anticipation I hadn’t felt before; I could, if I wanted to, when I tried to imagine giving in to the impulses I had of pulling Simon in and kissing him senseless, I had a feeling he would’ve let me. I traced the soft lines of his stomach through the layers of his clothes, the haze reaching from the warmth of his skin to his scent clouding in my head.  “Johnny.” His voice was soft, delicate against my skin, and it was then I realised he was dipping his head close, lips next to my ear; short, punched out breaths travelling down the length of my neck while goosebumps pricked over my arms. I moved before his closeness wiped every thought clean from my brain, intertwining my fingers through the hand that I still held. The music curled in a delicate, growing rhythm around us. “Dance with me.”  That wasn’t what I meant to say but he managed it seamlessly, in perfect tempo, and when I guided him towards the middle of the room step by step, he followed more ardently than my shadow. With his breath on my neck, my grip on his waist, the tune of the instruments dragged like an anchor through time, slowing everything down until the sway of his body against mine was the only thing that mattered.  We weren’t exactly following the beat or the dance steps like my mam taught me — which wasn’t possible in my current physical condition anyway — but Simon didn’t complain and I didn’t want to stop. 

[teecupangel]

I've been dying to read Desmond's adventure in star wars, but all fics i found were not finished ; (

Could you give me some inspiration plzzzzz

You’ve probably already read this but just in case, esama’s Sailing the Stars is complete so if you want a Desmond-centric fic set during the Clone Wars, go check that out.

So I was thinking where I would punt Desmond into the Star Wars ‘verse and a part of me wants to punt him during KOTOR’s storyline just because that is my favorite Star Wars game (also, just imagine Desmond being mistaken as Darth Revan with amnesia???) but then I realized after checking AO3 that most seem to be set during the prequel trilogy + clone wars so… may I suggest…

Desmond getting punted into the Star Wars OG Trilogy timeline? XD

In this setup, Desmond could wake up on some random planet and he’s just trying to get back to Earth but no one seems to know where and what Earth is (unless we count non-canon but sssshhhh, let’s make it a mystery).

So Desmond does what he does best, he starts gathering information and keeping himself afloat by stealing from the rich.

Now, to ensure he gets sucked into the main plot, we can do the following:

Desmond gets in contact with Han Solo who suggests he joins the Millenium Falcon after Han realizes Desmond has a knack for seeing danger before it approaches and he suggests that Desmond would have a better chance of finding this ‘Earth’ planet of his if he joins them since they do travel everywhere.

Desmond has the habit of being a stowaway whenever he wanted to go off-planet and the Millenium Falcon was simply the next ship he boarded. Old Ben is the one who noticed him when he was just hiding and waiting for Han to finish his business in Tatooine because Desmond didn’t really feel like getting sand all over.

Desmond ends up owning the cantina where Han ends up shooting Greedo and he goes on the run because that incident caused the Imperial soldiers to snoop around the cantina and Desmond, technically, owned the cantina… sorta illegally… So he hitched a ride on the Millenium Falcon since he figured Han owed him… without anyone knowing he was even there until Old Ben saw him.

Unorganized Notes:

Desmond has been assassinating the really bad ones on whichever planet he’s been on. That’s why he mainly hitches rides. On the other hand, if he was the owner of the cantina, he had taken over the cantina to have a ‘base of operation’ while gathering information he can use as part of his plan to assassinate Jabba the Hutt.

Desmond could totally be a Jedi if you want him to be but anyone who trains him will notice the darkness inside him. While he’s mostly chill, he’s an Assassin and that means he would be willing to use anything to finish his mission and survive. He won’t be tempted by the dark side though. It would be more like… he can control the dark side… but that makes him dangerous.

Desmond and Luke would have a more or less brother-like friendship. He could easily influence Luke to be less honorable though, especially if he stays with Luke during the whole ‘Yoda training’ part of his character arc.

On the other hand, Desmond and Han would have a more of ‘you scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours’ kind of business relationship that would thaw to a bash brothers type. He, Han, and Chewie share one brain cell and it bounces off each of them. If Desmond had joined them before the start of the trilogy’s story, Desmond would be their lookout and their ‘bodyguard’. He’s fine with all the smuggling as people do need to eat but… if a really bad person dies during one of their runs, well… Han will definitely say ‘no love lost’.

Desmond and Leia would start with snark-to-snark combat which would later turn to respect and trust. If Desmond stayed with Leia and Han’s side of the storyline instead of Luke’s, he’d be more of the shadow of the rebellion.

Desmond will definitely build a Brotherhood during the rebellion and they would be more into clandestine and guerilla tactics. He and Leia won’t always see eye to eye but Leia knows that Desmond’s plans would benefit the rebellion.

Desmond doesn’t see Leia as a princess. She’s a leader of the Rebellion first and foremost and Desmond definitely hides whenever the topic of making him and the Brotherhood officially part of the Rebellion comes up.

If Desmond learns about Darth Vadar’s true relationship with both Luke and Leia, he would have flashbacks of Haytham and, since he doesn’t know who Anakin Skywalker truly was, he would warn Luke that ‘Some people cannot be reasoned with nor can they be saved.’, hoping that Luke wouldn’t feel the same pain Ratonhnhaké:ton felt after killing Haytham.

He would still be glad to learn he had been wrong after Luke tells him how Anakin Skywalker saved him in the end and tell Luke that at least he had a ‘less shitty dad’ than Desmond.

Ben/Jacen would probably end up as an Assassin with Uncle Desmond instead of a Sith… just saying.

[broadraiwrites]

No. 5: SUNBURN Healing Salve | Heatstroke | "If my pain will stretch that far." (Lottery Winners, Burning House) Characters: Tisha Kent (oc), Micah Kent (oc), Rory Cullen (oc) Pairing: None Verse: Main Mentions: Wyatt Foley (oc), Caleb Timbers (oc), Alex Colon

For sixteen year old Tisha Kent, being awake at two o'clock on a Monday morning felt typical. She slept for a few hours during her father's shows, waking up during what was usually the main event to prepare for the return of whichever of her parents was currently missing. 

In this particular case, it was Rory. Da, as she called him in her best imitation of his accent. At the sound of her alarm, she bolted out of bed to prepare for the next part of her show-night routine. She tied her blonde hair up in a messy bun atop her head to show off the blue undercut hiding below it. The color had been a reward for making straight a's the second semester of the previous school year and matched the blue of Rory's splinter of 44OH, much to the shagrin of two of her other fathers, Wyatt Foley and Caleb Timbers, who represented the yellow side of the faction. Tisha had argued that her own blonde locks were already close enough to yellow as it was. 

She moved quickly around the house, trying her hardest not to wake her three younger siblings as she did, sliding down the hardwood floor on her Chucky socks to the bathroom to start gathering the necessary supplies. Towels, but not the white ones, nor the white washcloths, were the first to make it to what the family playfully referred to as the carnage room. The carnage room was a bedroom attached to the downstairs bathroom where her fathers would often clean up after shows to keep from dripping blood, tacks, and glass shards throughout the rest of the house and putting any of the smaller three children at risk.

With towels placed by the bedside, the teenager went to gather her next round of supplies. Rubbing alcohol, peroxide, bandages, gauze, and a pair of tweezers soon sat sprawled around the towels as she ran through the list in her head. She only needed a few more things before Rory came home. 

“I told you you don't need to do all this,” a familiar voice rumbled in the doorway. The form cast a shadow over the teenager that enveloped her completely. Micah Kent, Tisha's biological father, stood with a box of gloves and antibiotic ointment in his large hands. “I can take care of him. You should be sleeping. You have a history test tomorrow.”

“You mean the one about the Irish potato famine that didn't actually happen?” Tisha asked. “No thanks; this is way cooler. If I've timed things out correctly, Da and Wy should be home in about twenty. I just need to get some warm water going when they get here and grab my camera.”

Her camera was her favorite part of the entire process. She always took photos of the damage done before they set about cleaning it up. The first time she had ever been backstage at a show with her father, she knew that was all she wanted. She wanted to document every moment. 

The teacher who led the after-school photography club had a hard time accepting all of the photos of the blood and the ringside destruction from a high school freshman in the beginning. When you have a student who comes from a family made almost entirely of deathmatch wrestlers, however, there isn't much that can be done.

Quickly retrieving her camera from its place on her dresser, Tisha soon met Rory and Wyatt at the door, taking immediate note of the sticky red substance caked on Rory's forehead. “I thought you and Alex were friends!” she laughed, still trying to keep her voice down as they rushed to the room where Micah waited.

“Didn't stop me and Wyatt from slicing each other up, now did it?” Rory sat down on the edge of the bed and flashed his signature grin in her direction, letting her snap a quick photo of his bloodied face. He would need that one for his socials later, he thought as he took a cold washcloth from Micah to clean the mess away. “Gonna need to see if I can find a way to get this tooth the rest of the way out, too. Fucker knocked it loose, and it can't be fixed halfway in there!”

Tisha smiled, stepping back from the group as Micah went to cleaning and applying the antibiotic ointment to the cuts on Rory's face. As they methodically went about cleaning him up, turning him this way and that to reach every shard of glass remaining in his skin, Tisha snapped the occasional picture of the process. She didn't care what anyone else thought; she was way cooler than the other kids at school.

[fanworldbuildingfun]

So we all decided that a person's eyes turn gold when they use Eagle Vision. In DC the process of turning a human into a Talon turns their eyes gold. What if the Court of Owls steals or clones the bodies of dead assassins and turns them into their Talons? There are so many possibilities for a modern day AU with Ezio or someone else breaking their programing and rebuilding the Brotherhood in Gotham.

I admit I had to do a bit of googling to see who The Court of Owls are. Alas, I am not well versed in DC…

However, even from Wiki pages – they seem, a lot, like a shoe-on for a version of Cult of Kosmos or Order of Ancients. Masks, comprising of elites, and dabbing in things that are more on occult side than usual

If you want to include Assassins (or potential Assassins) as Talons, I think we can dabble into “Worshippers of the Bloodline” branch of Kosmos to set everything up

See, even with the reform of Templar Order, there is always a chance that someone would find information on its predecessors. And once they did, they may have found it more appealing than the current state of the Order. And thus… Given that Templars tended to seek their members around people of note/means… Let’s assume it was one of the Templars families that founded Gotham that did it. Fond information about the Isu-blooded humans, found the ideas Kosmos had for them

And then, they decided to use the information. Slowly but steadily finding allies, breaking away from the Templars, and, eventually – founding themselves their Court. And once they gathered the means to search for the Isu-blooded? They did so. And eventually… They found a way to make use of them

Perhaps it was, as in case with Alexious, manipulation

Perhaps it was a piece of Eden

Whichever it was – the Court of Owls managed to induce awakening of Eagle Vision among the Isu-blooded they found. And then they found a means of controlling them. And thus, the Talons came to be. With them, finding new “recruits” became easier – like called to like, after all. It worked that way with Assassins, too, after all

It was more than Templars ever managed – and thus, it solidified the Courts’ belief they were in the right

Eventually, unaccounted-for Isu descendants started to dwindle. Either the bloodline thinned out to the point it was no longer “special”, or it was destroyed by Templars, or picked up by Assassins. And so… The Court had to find another way to replenish their “army”

First came attempts to poach from the other groups. But in that, the Court did not have nearly the same reach as the other organizations did. Then came cultivating of bloodlines – but it was too much of a game of chance

And then, Templars founded Abstergo

And the Court found a reason to reach out to their long-disconnected “sister” branch of Order, again

In their view, Abstergo lacked the vision

Of course, they knew of the war against Assassins. And of course, Abstergo was willing to put work into developing tech that would allow them to make use of pieces of Eden

But it would be a long time, before Abstergo realized that they could also make use of the Assassins they… Did away with

The Court invests into Abstergo. They insure the branches of Abstergo that dealt with DNA research, had sizeable labs in Gotham. They provided them with freedom of action – and, in return, the Court… Got the means to replenish the ranks of their Talons

By recreating those that they, historically, knew had the genes they so dearly sought

The Court made use of and improved Abstergo’s cloning tech long before Abstergo thought to do it

All they needed… Was a piece bearing the mostly-intact genome of the one they wished to copy

Not everyone they wanted to get, they could. They had access to less known Assassins. The court even managed to access the remains of some of the more known ones – Ezio Auditore da Firenze. Edward Kenway. Jacob Frye. If there was even a shred of information on when they were buried – the Court did not shy from getting some black archeologists in their pocket

It took more time to raise a clone than to find and… Persuade, an adult. But it also meant that they could ensure their loyalty much better than any other method

And it worked. Until the Solar Flare

(….It got long XD)

Loose thoughts:

The early Talons were less effective because Court’s way of awakening their abilities relied too much on the method of control. Renegades were not uncommon. Deaths were not uncommon

 By the time Abstergo catches on onto the fact they were used, the Court is perfectly capable of cloning without their support

The “divorce” in this alliance of convenience is messy and loud

There are only so many DNA samples the Court gets its hands on: for example, they never managed to access remains of Altaїr, or Ratonhnhaké:ton, or Amunet, or Bayek. If the location of their remains was not known, they were not accessible to the Owls

When the Solar Flare happens, the item they used to awaken the Eagle Vision in Talons… Malfunctions

After that, the Talons that were part of the cloning program start to act oddly. It doesn’t take long for them to disappear with no viable evidence as to where

[potaracandy]

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 '𝐄𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐏!

Last updated November 12th 2024.

— Vegito is a character who, despite how well known he is in the scope of anime & manga, has gotten surprisingly little in canon. He's shown up for a handful of episodes in the entire Dragon Ball franchise, only fighting and not doing much else screentime-wise. Needless to say, how I run him is heavily headcanon-based and canon-divergent for reasons that're shown on his about page. Please keep this in mind, and don't try to police me on how I write him or how I run my blog in general.

— I know enough things about Super (the anime's events at least) to do things in that setting, but I much prefer Z's. Vegito's DBZ-orientated by default, geared towards the cusp end after the Buu saga, unless he's interacting with a DBS-debuted character who operates in that verse. I do have specific DBS AUs of him being permanent going into it from Z, and starting from when Goku & Vegeta fuse to combat Zamasu. Whichever AU is being used varies on a case-by-case basis, but you're welcome to request a specific one.

— 18+ preferred, if only because I'm over 21 and would rather be around other adults than minors. Very crossover & OC friendly! I will not interact with blogs who actively shun OCs. My muse gels best with sci-fi and/or fantasy based characters because of DB's nature. Blogs of other anime-manga series are welcome, but I fell out of my anime craze in early highschool years ago and have remained out of the loop for what's mainstream these days, so please excuse my lack of pre-existing knowledge for your series if it comes up. I'm open to writing with other Vegitos, but I'll never follow first, or initiate with one on a multi unprompted first.

— Standard RP etiquette applies, as always. I would say I'm selective, but honestly? I'm not that hard to interest or "impress". I'll follow anyone I actively want to write with, and will not follow those who I don't for whatever reason. With that said, I am mutuals only - so if we ain't following one another, rping is a no-go. Just makes things easier. Especially don't ask me to follow you. If you unfollow me, I'll return the notion. Blogs that only write sexual content because of the lewd nature of their source material (or of their muse) tend to repel me. Idc how picky it'll make me seem; I will never follow blogs who don't use a consistent tagging system. Being unable to blacklist things drives me up a wall.

I do not & will not interact with accounts that use AI art or AI writing.

— So, shipping. I'll be shameless upfront and say that my Vegito already has a significant other canon to him, who is an OC of mine: Amita (I have her over on my DB multi). Despite that, I welcome a multiship system here where I can pair him off with other characters in separate AUs. Chemistry between characters is key, and us developing some chemistry OOC as writers will help stir up some more interest on my end. Any character of any gender or sex are fair game on paper. My Vegito isn't the type to get shallow crushes, especially not for strangers, and he doesn't care much for romance or sex as a whole (outside of using the topics for jokes). If any character wants to get with him, they have to work for it. Just maybe they could grab his attention. Keep in mind that there are certain characters / types of people he will never date, but you'll probably have to discover that for yourself.

— Fight threads. Good ol' DB and its focus on combat. Sadly, I can't say I'm an expert with them. I can still try them though! So, I'm open to spontaneous conflict since Vegito will probably egg it on anyway. Feel free to hit me up if you're down to plot out your character and Vegito scrapping. Considering how strong he is though, I recommend to not approach a fight thread with the intent to have your character win ***if we haven't plotted***. I'm all for fair, interesting fights, but please respect Vegito's strength. I won't have him lose to someone he in any reality would never lose to. Sorry to any Mr. Satan rpers out there.

— Last points. Uhh I would prefer posts containing gore and body horror to be tagged, because being blind-sided with that content can make my headspace spiral into Badness. I also prefer if smut and sexual content in general gets tagged, because on bad days it can REALLY irritate me to see. If untagged posts bother me enough, I'll DM you a request to start tagging them. I freely use my block button and will do so to curate my space however I please. I don't send passwords, nor is there one to send to me.

Thanks for reading!

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