#i know it's fine not to participate though and for anyone still reading these tags:

[eyelessfaces]

deep crust

firefighter!poe dameron x reader

happy poevember<3 here's this little alternate universe oneshot as a treat! it takes place not too long after the events of ashes to ashes, but you can read this even if you haven't read it (though it's probably more enjoyable if you have the whole context!)

summary: poe is utterly horrified to hear you've never tried a chicago pizza.

warnings: none<3

tags: poe being a drama queen, poe being absolutely whipped, fluff, kissing, just sweet stuff and moments tbh

word count: 1.2k

I gotta admit, my non american ass had heard of chicago style pizza but had never seen what it looked like before writing this so I realized it lowkey looks unappetizing (I'm so sorry chicago people)

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The topic comes around the first time you officially invite Poe to have dinner at your new apartment. He's properly appalled, his jaw dropping in shock as he lets go of his fork.

“You’ve never had a deep dish?”

You smirk, knowing it would draw this reaction from him ��� or from anyone you know here, as a matter of fact. You know from experience, and it being so amusing each time kinda participates in the fact you’re refraining yourself from trying those famous Chicago style pizzas.

You give him a shrug of your shoulder, indifferently keeping on chewing on your salad. 

“That’s fine. I’m doing fine living this way” you chuckle. 

“Oh but you’re missing out.” he shakes his head, his hand closing around his glass of wine. “You don’t know it but you’ll realize and you will hate yourself for not trying them sooner.”

He sips on his wine and you scoff, looking at him, at his handsome face bathed in the warm glow of your apartment light. “You’re so dramatic.”

He points a finger at you, a stern expression over his face. “This is a proportionate reaction.”

You huff out from your nose.

He shakes his head in feign disappointment. “I can’t believe I kissed someone’s mouth who’s never had Chicago pizza” he mutters under his breath, a laugh escaping him when you playfully swat him with the back of your hand. 

From there, Poe takes it as his personal mission to get you to try a Chicago pizza.

At first, it’s just a running joke. Every time he sees you, he manages to smoothly slip it into the conversation. 

“I still can’t believe you’ve never had a deep dish,” he’ll sigh, shaking his head in fake dismay as you roll your eyes. Or he will go off on mini monologues, exaggerating the “wonders of Chicago’s pizza crust” – as he calls it, then proceeding to babble out an elaborate description of the layers of cheese and sauce with a genuineness that borders on comical. 

And each time, you brush him off with a laugh, stubbornly sticking to your claim that you’ll get around to it eventually.

But Poe is nothing if not persistent. And the principle of making you try a Chicago pizza is also what would be considered a date with you.

One evening, you receive a text from him, a link revealing “the top ten pizzerias” in Chicago, even though he knows which one is his personal favorite. 

“It’s so you have multiple options to choose from. Whichever seems the most appealing to you” he attaches to the link.

You receive another text not long after. “I’m willing to drop my favorite place but I know the owner and he would be pissed if he learned that the man that put out his kitchen fire went to another pizzeria.”

You can’t help but laugh and text him you will think about it, but he still doesn’t let up, because he has not won until he's leading you arm in arm to a pizzeria. 

Finally, the very next morning, you receive another text from him while he’s on shift at the firehouse. “Even my crew thinks it’s crazy you haven’t had a real Chicago pizza. Don’t let us down here.”

You smile, shaking your head as you type back, “You’re relentless, Lieutenant”

Seconds later, his reply comes. “This is important. History is watching”

Characteristically dramatic. Then, a picture pops up. His face, mouth twisted into a small pout, and a something in his pleading eyes that makes you think he knows exactly what he’s doing because you’re quick to text back,

“Fine. Pick me up on Friday”

—

“I’m gonna show you the best in town” he assures you on Friday, his face lit up with excitement and a hand at your back as you get close to his pizzeria of choice. 

You raise an eyebrow at him. “You know, I have high expectations now” 

“Yeah, maybe I’m overselling it,” he laughs. “But trust me” he grins, pushing the door to the place open. 

Comes the time you’re served and you take your first sample of your awaited first Chicago deep dish experience. Poe has pushed his own plate aside, waiting for the conclusion, the denouement of that whole affair.

“So?” he asks after a while, forearms leaned against the table as he intently awaits your reaction. His teeth sink into his lip, gaze thoroughly focused on every micro expression of your face as you take your time chewing on your first bite.

You lightly clear your throat once you’re done, taking the time to wipe your mouth with a napkin. 

Poe impatiently shifts his position onto his seat, and you take a deep breath for the dramatic effect and impending suspense.

“Don’t get mad,” you start, pinching your lips. He stammers, his expression turning into a remorseful one at the idea you think he would truly be disappointed for you not liking it, his hand reaching for yours over the table. “–I should have listened to you. You weren’t lying” you smirk as you continue, witnessing his face clear up almost instantly, a startled laugh escaping his mouth. 

“You had me in the first half” he admits with a grin, leaning back in his seat. “See? I would never lie to you.”

You glance up at him when you savor your next bite, but he’s not eating – he’s just watching you. There's a soft look of satisfaction and an underlying sweetness in his gaze, and the expression is so open and so unmistakably Poe it makes your stomach flip. 

“You can breathe now,” you tease, lightly nudging his foot under the table. “Come on, eat before it’s cold” 

—

You keep on teasing him when you exit the restaurant, telling him that maybe his reaction was a bit too excessive and dramatic for something that is “just pizza.” Only he’s quick to exaggeratedly counter, telling you that “it’s not just pizza, it’s a life experience”

It’s cold outside as you walk side by side down the street, in a comfortable silence between the both of you. 

Your hands lightly brush and Poe's smoothly slides into yours, taking a glance over at you to make sure it is fine, and without even looking over at him, you squeeze his hand in silent assurance, firmly looking ahead of you as the feeling of his touch makes something flutter inside your chest. 

His hand is warm and his grip is steady against your fingers numb from the cold, and it feels undoubtedly right to be holding his hand.

When you finally reach your building, he pauses, still holding your hand as he faces you, a soft smirk tugging at his lips. 

“Can I kiss you again now that you’ve tried Chicago pizza?”

You laugh wholeheartedly, spontaneously nodding, a wide smile over your face as you lean into him. His lips are soft as they press against yours, his grip on your laced fingers tightening when you rest your other hand at the side of his face. 

“Goodnight,” he says quietly, the feel of him lingering as he pulls back with a soft smile.

“Goodnight, Poe.”

You feel hollow saying this, already missing his presence.

You only let him go after kissing him again.

—

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[theolivetree123]

Elias's Fantasmic Adventure!

My 200 follower special!

(More under the cut!)

Event Summary

When Elias was younger, he always loved to read fairytales. Yet, there was one book that told a story that stuck with him till the present day. The story was about a creative and joyous mouse who, while asleep, dreams of himself on a spectacular journey through the depths of his own imagination. Elias loved that story, but as the years went on, the book fell into obscurity. No one in all of Twisted Wonderland seemed to know anything about this book! Elias thought he had been dreaming about it for years until he saw the same book in NRC's library. Though it was covered in dust, Eilas still felt the exact same spark that he had felt when he was little. As to not let the story fall into obscurity again, Elias begged Crowely to find a way to let people know about the book, yet Crowely couldn't help him. Elias almost ran out of ideas until he remembered a rhyme his mother would tell him.

Here in your mind

It’s magic you’ll find

When out of the night

Dark forces ignite

To blind you with frightening schemes

If you use your might

To brighten the light

You'll create night of wondrous dreams

This inspired Elias to put matters into his own hands. With funding from Kalim, Elias sought to put on a wonderful water and light show spectacular as a homage to his favorite fairytale. But, he will need actors and dancers! Help Elias create a nighttime fantasmic!

Actors and Dress Code

In the fairytale, the magical mouse goes on a trip through his mind. In his dreams, he sees wondrous, beautiful, and dangerous things. Since this live show is supposed to be inspired by that story, Elias would like all actors to dress appropriately for whichever part you may be going for. Of course, there is still a lot of room for you to be creative!

In this show, Elias will be playing the part of the mouse, who, fast asleep, dreams that he is a mighty sorcerer's apprentice with the power to control water, color, and magic.

In the original story, the mouse sees things such as:

A vibrant jungle

Elephants on parade

A Genie who can grant any wish

A large ocean with all sorts of creatures

Pirates

Fairies

Beautiful princesses

Evil monsters

Powerful dragons

With these in mind, you can decide how you want to be perceived in Elias's dream! Do you want to be a beautiful prince or princess? Or do you want to change Elias's dream into a nightmare?

Here's some references:

For your character's outfits, make them vibrant and fantastical! Anything can happen in Elias's dream!

If you're still stuck, then go watch the original Fantasmic! It should give you ideas for your character's outfits. (Yes, I know that the link is the outdated version, but tbh they didn't change much from the one linked and the updated one so IT'S FINE)

Rules

No NSFW!

This event will start today (September 3rd) and end on September 30th!

Anyone can participate! Whether it's an OC, canon character, or even a staff member.

You can participate by making cards, writing fanfics, or drawing fanart! Anything is cool!

If you make a card with voice lines included, please try to explain what role your character will be taking in the show.

Once you've made your entry, please tag me and use the hashtag, #EliasFantasmicAdventure!

Here’s the base if you’re making a card:

Actors

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Elias Miel by me!

Joseph Akaba by @readsrandomstuff67

Yuya Florence by @cheerleaderman

Melione by @the-rini-rush

Flori by @bunniehunn

Zagarius Hekkate by @screamintoad

Makaria Hekkate by @blood-red-bumblebee

Mariah Amathyst by @slumberingrose-fandom

I look forward to seeing what you all create!

If you have any questions, feel free to dm me or send me and ask!

[oliversrarebooks]

I've been thinking all day about Lex accidentally putting Fitz to sleep with his humming. Sleepy Fitz, calming the energetic puppy.... He's so cute when he's sleepy

I want you to know that I very much love this prompt. Sleepy Fitz!

Masterlist

TW: hypnosis (but consensual and very gentle)

"Hey. I need you for a minute."

Lex frowned, trying to finish the paragraph he was reading despite Fitz's sudden demand for attention. Normally, he was happy to indulge his partner's whims, but this particular book was incredibly engrossing and he was almost at the end of it.

"I've got this great idea for a new magic trick. I doubt anyone on the whole East Coast has done it before," Fitz chattered, either oblivious to or ignoring the fact that Lex was still trying to concentrate on the book. "It's perfect. It's new, it's fresh, it's got volunteer participation, it uses a flashy, eye-catching prop, and it's great for suspense. Audiences are going to go nuts for it, I can already tell."

"Mmm," said Lex, doing his best to keep his focus on his book.

"So I altered the magic cabinet -- you know the one, the one I used for the knife throw trick. I think it'll work, but I need a tester." He flopped down onto the sofa next to Lex, shamelessly occupying every inch that Lex wasn't. "That's where I was hoping you could come in. All you'd really need to do is stand in the cabinet and look like your handsome self while I do the hard work performing all the dramatic flourishes."

"I can help you once I finish this book."

"There's no possible way that book is more interesting than my magic." Fitz had the audacity to worm his way onto Lex's lap, disrupting the book, as though he were a house cat. "Besides, you've read one book, you've read them all, I'm sure."

"Mmmhmm." Lex knew very well that Fitz was just trying to get a rise out of him to get some attention. And it wasn't as if he didn't want to provide, just --

Fitz had stopped talking, actually. And he was looking up at Lex with a dazed expression.

"Hmmmmm?" He drew the word out purposefully into a hum to confirm his suspicions, and was rewarded with a sleepy, slow blink. That's when he noticed the dark circles under Fitz's eyes. He'd been having nightmares again, a fact that was obvious to Lex but which Fitz still relentlessly denied. Once more, he was trying to cover his stress and exhaustion with excitement and demands for attention. 

"Mmmmm." Lex drew out the word into a hum, petting Fitz's hair a bit. His eyelids fluttered, looking so sleepy that it seemed like he might doze off right then and there. How had Lex not noticed? Lex hadn't even put any real hypnotic power into his words -- just the trace amounts that always tagged along on his voice -- and Fitz already seemed ready to hand over the keys to his mind.

It was awfully endearing to watch the chatter and bluster devolve into calm, sleepy submission.

Still, Fitz hadn't been a thrall for a long time, now, and Lex knew better than to invade his mind without permission, no matter how much his subconscious clearly seemed to want it. He snapped near Fitz's ear. "Wake up, love."

Fitz nearly toppled off the couch as he startled awake. "Hey! Were you trying to hypnotize me?"

"I certainly was not," said Lex. "I wasn't doing anything with my voice. I honestly think you're just so tired that you can't listen to me without starting to drift away."

"I'm not that tired," said Fitz, the barely concealed yawn betraying him. It was clear that discussing the subject, or perhaps even just listening to Alexander's speaking voice, was slowly but surely putting him to sleep.

"You don't have to be 'that tired,'" said Lex. "If you're tired, then I can help you sleep."

Fitz glanced away, and Lex could see the temptation in his eyes. "I'm not a thrall or a child. I don't need a lullaby to sing me to sleep. I'll be fine. I'll keep myself busy working on the magic  trick."

"As I said, I can help you once I finish the book. And until then, why not have a bit of a nap? I don't mind singing to you. In fact, it would be my pleasure."

The struggle behind Fitz's eyes was short-lived. He really must be tired to consider this so readily. 

"I'll ensure you don't have any nightmares."

A second yawn escaped Fitz as he conceded this. "All right, you win," he said. "Just this once, I'll let you pied piper me into a restful sleep."

That was all Lex wanted to hear. He cupped Fitz's cheek and sounded a low note, one filled with the command to relax, and drank it all in as the anxious energy in Fitz's eyes began to fade, his shoulders slumping, his jaw going slack. Relax, relax, relax.

Lex's singing was far more powerful than simple verbal commands, nearly irresistible to ordinary humans. The primary downside was that he couldn't give complex instructions that way -- his song was limited to very simple ideas and strong feelings. That was ideal for putting someone to sleep, though.

Relax. Calm. Peace. Setting aside his book for the moment, Lex continued to stroke Fitz's face and guide him down so that his head was resting in Lex's lap, golden ponytail spilling over his thighs. Relax, relax.

Fitz's gaze was both focused on him and so far away. Lex was making absolutely certain he had drained all of the unpleasant thoughts that were keeping him from true rest before he went to sleep. He kept his voice as soothing and quiet as possible as he washed Fitz's mind with the command to relax, rest, let go.

"How are you feeling, love?"

Fitz looked up at Lex with sheer adoration, and Lex hoped it wasn't all due to the song's influence. "That does feel real fucking nice," he said. "Gotta be careful, I'll want you to do this all the time."

Lex understood the temptation so very well, knew how uncharacteristically trusting Fitz was being to simply allow Lex to do this. And if he were simply some human thrall, Lex probably would keep him in a half-entranced state for perpetuity. But Fitz had always been, and always would be, an exception. 

"I don't mind," said Lex, burying his hand in Fitz's hair and rubbing at his scalp. This time, he laced into his song feelings of safe and comforted along with commands to relax, enjoying the effect as Fitz simply melted in his lap. A soft groan escaped Fitz's lips, and Lex couldn't resist adding in the urge to drop your defenses, let go, surrender.

Watching Fitz succumb to the siren song was always so beautiful, whenever Lex had the opportunity to do it. 

"Relaxed?" Lex questioned.

"Huh?" Fitz looked up at Lex as though even processing a simple question was a herculean effort. "Mmm, yeah. You're doing a number on me."

"Want to sleep?"

"Yeah, that'd be good," came his easy answer. No denying his tiredness, no trying to escape his nightmares by keeping himself up far too long. 

Lex hummed a soothing tune, this time filling it with the desire to go to sleep. Go to sleep, go to sleep, he commanded. So sleepy, so drowsy, shut your eyes down...

The effect on Fitz was immediate, his eyelids blinking slowly as the need to go to sleep took hold. Lex's sleep song was impossible to deny, he knew. He could easily stop a hostile human in their tracks just by casting his spell on them. Lex wondered what it felt like. He wasn't sure he could bear being that vulnerable around anyone.

All the more reason to protect Fitz.

Lex sang to sleep, go to sleep, as Fitz's eyes fluttered close and his face went slack. He brushed the heavy bags under Fitz's eyes. This would be good for him. He needed this sleep so badly.

Fitz curled up in Lex's lap, utterly unguarded and peaceful, as Lex stroked his hair and sang. He was like an energetic puppy whose motor had run low. Lex felt comforted himself, knowing that Fitz was content and safe. He picked up his book and resumed reading, this time petting Fitz's hair as he read the final chapters.

Masterlist

@d-cs @latenightcupsofcoffee @thecyrulik @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night @wanderinggoblin @whumpyourdamnpears @only-shadows-dwell-where-we-are @pressedpenn @pigeonwhumps @amusedmuralist @xx-adam-xx @ivycloak @irregular-book @whumpsoda @mj-or-say10 @pokemaniacgemini @whumpshaped @whumpsday @morning-star-whump @shinyotachi @silly-scroimblo-skrunkl @steh-lar-uh-nuhs @pirefyrelight @theauthorintraining-blog @whump-me-all-night-long @anonfromcanada @typewrittenfangs @tessellated-sunl1ght @cleverinsidejoke @abirbable @ichorousambrosia @a-formless-entity

[dxncingwithastrxnger]

you and me here, underneath the mistletoe (Sanemi x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys!!! Today we have a lil Sanemi Christmas drabble requested by my wonderful, amazing bestie @tojisangrylittlething!!! Sidney, I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it for you!! Ilysm!!! I hope anyone else who reads this enjoys it as well!!!

Pairing(s): Sanemi x GN!Reader (Pronouns not specificed)

Prompts: "Stop trying to get me to walk under the mistletoe.” + Decorating the tree from my Christmas Sleepover post

Tag(s): All fluff!!

Word Count: 675

Song Inspiration: Underneath the Mistletoe By Sia

Not beta'd, all mistakes are my own.

~*~

“Hey, ‘Nemi, can you help me out here? This box is way too heavy.” You ask the white-haired man, looking at him hopefully.

He turns his head with a raised eyebrow, looking down at the box and then back up at you. “Alright.” He simply says, unconvinced.

And then, instead of stepping up beside you to lean down and grab the box like you expected him to, he just grabs one of the cardboard flaps and pulls it all the way over beside the tree. You pout slightly in disappointment but perk up and decide to try again.

It goes like this for awhile, the two of you starting to decorate the tree as you continue to try and lure him beneath that little branch of green and holly berries. Somehow, he picked up on all of your attempts to do so. But you aren’t finished yet.

“Sanemiiiii.” You drag out playfully, holding your arms out to him with a bright grin.

Sanemi looks at you and sighs, a slight frustration on his face. “Stop trying to get me to walk under the mistletoe.” He tells you firmly.

You let your head fall back in exasperation and give out a loud groan. “You’re no fun, San. Please?” You plead.

He rolls his eyes at you. “You do this every year and the answer is still no. I’m not participating in that bullshit tradition. You’re lucky I even tolerate that damn branch hanging on our ceiling.” He huffs.

You sigh softly. “Why are you even so against it in the first place, huh?”

Your boyfriend scoffs. “Because it’s stupid. You know, real mistletoe is poisonous. Who looks at poison and says, “Oh yeah, I wanna kiss my partner under that”? Like I said, stupid.”

You can’t help but laugh at how serious he is about it, his expression telling you that if you asked for more of his thoughts on the topic, he’d go on for another hour, no questions asked. “You really are passionate about this, aren’t you?” You ask with a grin.

Sanemi gives you an exasperated look. “(Y/N). Seriously. Why do you like the tradition so much?” He questions you.

You smile and walk up to him, grabbing both of his hands in yours. “Because it’s just a cute little thing that people do and it can be romantic and sweet.” You tell him sincerely.

A slight pout forms on his face as he looks away from you and off to the side, though he keeps hold of your hands. “I can be romantic and sweet.” He mumbles.

You giggle softly. “I know you can, babe. So, prove it. And if you do it just this once, then I’ll never ask you to do it ever again, okay? I promise.”

He turns back to you with narrowed eyes. “Just one time?” He questions skeptically.

“Just one time and then never again.” You confirm.

He stares at you for another minute before sighing deeply and giving a small nod of his head. “Fine. Once.”

Your face lights up. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, Nemi!!” You exclaim, happily tugging him over to your previous spot underneath the waxy mistletoe hanging from the ceiling.

He follows along slowly, but he follows nonetheless. Once you both come to a stop, you look up at him hopefully and expectantly. He sighs again before looking down at you. He takes a step closer to you and takes one hand out of yours in order to place it on your cheek gently, cradling your face.

He mumbles something under his breath, but the only word you catch is “stupid”. Then, after one more moment of hesitation, he leans down and kisses you sweetly. You melt into the kiss happily and wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him back and holding onto him.

When the two of you pull away, you press your forehead against his. “Happy now?” He grumbles despite you knowing that he’s smiling.

“Very much so.” You tell him with a smile of your own.

~*~

A/N: How was it?? This was my first ever Sanemi fic!! I love that man sm. I hope you all enjoyed it!!! I'd love to hear your thoughts!! Thank you for reading!!!

[questinwitchface]

WIP Game

Rules: Share a snippet from whatever you’re currently working on, and then tag 5 people.

Thank you for tagging me, @sunsetmaidenwrites ! I have my hands full with my 31 Days of Halloween Advent Event right now, and I thought about sharing a WIP from that challenge, but to be truthful, I have been procrastinating working on those fics lately. So, instead, have this snippet from chapter four of The Sequel to The Pirate Fic, which I'm hoping to finish the draft of this year (though I'm currently on chapter 14 out of the 21 I have planned, and I've seemed to hit a bit of a roadblock, so we'll see if that actually happens).

I think everyone I would typically tag in a game like this has already been tagged, and I don't want to annoy anyone by double-tagging them, so if you're reading this and you want to participate, consider yourself tagged by me :)

“I’m fine, Sam,” Bucky repeats, and he even mostly means it. “You should rest with the others,” he adds, looking over at where Rita and Jim are sitting at the base of a tree as Jim bandages Rita’s hands for her. Further away, Oscar and John are sitting with their shoulders pressed together, talking quietly amongst themselves. Steve and Monty are chatting near the back of the group. Kate and Clint are both still standing guard. “I’m alright,” Sam insists. “I was mostly just hoping for some time with you.” Bucky smiles in spite of the fact that Kate definitely heard that. “Did you need something specific, or just to be around me?” Bucky asks, keeping his voice neutral. “I need to look at the map.” “I’m not stopping you,” Sam says, though his voice is tinged with a little sadness. Bucky can’t stand it when Sam sounds sad. He wraps an arm around Sam’s waist and holds him close, then puts the map into Sam’s hands. Sam grins and holds it open in front of them. “Okay, so we started here,” Bucky says softly into Sam’s ear, pointing out where they’d come ashore on the beach. “That was elephant rock,” he adds, pointing to where a drawing of an elephant appears on the map, with words in a foreign language Bucky knows Sam doesn’t speak underneath it. “Mhm,” Sam hums, nodding along. “What do those words say?” he asks, squinting at them as if that’ll somehow make their meaning clearer. “It says ‘the elephant guards the entrance to the forest,’” Bucky answers. Sam nods. “Okay, so we passed that and followed this path here?” he asks, tracing a line that intersects with the river. “Yes,” Bucky says. “Then we turned left, so we’re heading this way, along the river,” he says, tracing that line for Sam. “The next landmark is a waterfall.” Sam nods, looking at where the waterfall is illustrated on the map with more writing underneath. “This is fun,” he says after a moment. “Being out here with you, doing this.” Bucky can’t help a sardonic smile. “We just almost lost someone, and you’re telling me this is fun?” “I’ve always been a little bit reckless,” Sam admits, looking up at Bucky with those gorgeous brown eyes. “I couldn’t tell,” Bucky deadpans. Regretfully, he lets Sam go and takes the map from him. “It’s about that time,” he says. Sam nods. He pulls Bucky into a quick, sweet kiss, then turns and makes his way back toward the others. Bucky turns to watch him walk away and catches sight of Monty and Steve both giving him puppy eyes. Bucky scowls and then turns away from them. They laugh.

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❥ I'm super excited to announce my one year celebration with this blog and combine it with a milestone event! The main goal is to celebrate the writers and fics in the kpop community, so I hope you'll join me in doing so. A gentle reminder that if anyone is interested in doing something like this, please send me a message! I spent a decent amount of time organizing this so it would be appreciated, thank you. And without a further ado - from June 5th to June 19th, you can submit a fic via this form, tell me what you liked about it, and as an optional bonus: receive a headcanon of your choosing written by me! ❤

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𝓘𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓪 𝓼𝓾𝓫𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓵𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓽?

⌦ You can submit your responses to the form as many times as you want during the event period (June 5th - June 19th). This includes headcanon requests but you must submit a fic link and feedback for each request you send in.

⌦ Please do not abuse the system. Duplicate links/feedback for multiple requests will be deleted! There are a multitude of fics and writers to choose from, so go out and find some great fics! ❤

⌦ There is never a limit to sending writers love. Even after this event ends, consider still doing it on your own! If this is a success, I may also bring it back next year ♡

𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓼𝓾𝓫𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓻𝓾𝓵𝓮𝓼?

⌦ Though it seems like a lot, it should be laid out in the form clearly and simply. These just serve as clarification/elaboration.

The writer MUST be aged 18+ or older. No exceptions. I will NOT be interacting with any known minors. Thank you.

Likewise, absolutely no minors are allowed to participate. Trusting y'all on this!

Please note if the writer is comfortable with NSFW content. This is just a head's up for me but not mandatory so it's fine if you don't know. I will handle it accordingly via interaction with my SFW writing blog.

All written content within the kpop community is fair game as are any adult writers. However, please note I reserve the right to make my own judgment whether I feel comfortable before engaging with any fics or blogs!

Do not weaponize or put down derogatory remarks. I also reserve the right to decide if the feedback you provide is respectful before sending it.

𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷 𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓻𝓾𝓵𝓮𝓼?

Feel free to take a look at my guidelines on what I won't write. Any questions, don't hesitate to send me an ask!

NSFW and SFW headcanons are welcome though any SFW requests will be posted at a later date and can all be found @userseokmins

Similar to the game I did when I first opened this blog, these will be kept short so I can focus on my multitude of WIPs. Completed posts will be no less than ~5 sentences but no more than 1k words.

Posting will be at will without a time frame to avoid me feeling pressured. Please search elsewhere for a writer accepting requests if you want a more reliable timely manner. I'm still working on other requests and WIPs simultaneously!

I reserve the right to not post anything I don't want to. [the keyword, all lowercase, is deekay btw!!]

𝓦𝓱𝔂 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼?

⌦ I've been thinking about this kind of event for a long time. I'm very excited to kick it off. Nothing gives me more joy than giving and sharing some to others!

⌦ I've also been looking to catch up on reading more fics, so please don't feel ashamed to promote yourself!

onlyseokmins: June 2023 ©

[arihi]

I’m torn about Charmed. On one hand, I’ve been curious forever. On another hand, I don’t want personal information in the hands of organizers because, even with the best intentions, accidents happen. On a disembodied 3rd hand - a very big hand - I’m deeply uncomfortable about being in such a charged space with people who do things I consider not remotely ok. For example, if I see, hear or smell the word “bimbo” I will be in a table-flipping mood, not a fun-having one.

Hi Anon,

I received both of your asks, though I’ll respond to them both in this one. Privacy and security concerns are certainly important, and it is a fair consideration to weigh. I’d probably suggest that Charmed will not sate your curiosity in a satisfying way. On your disembodied third hand, you paint sweeping generalizations about people who participate in example kinks separate from yours.

Since you seem to have read my blog, I wonder if you stumbled upon the post I recently reblogged with the tag that using your discomfort as a gauge of morality is an ignorant way to go about things. Your feelings are not a basis of morality just because you feel that you are a moral person. You have a right to feel uncomfortable, but you don’t have the right to burden other people in a shared space with your own prejudices.

The reality is if I were to run a “cringe-free” con (whatever that looks like), that appealed specifically to my tastes and my tastes only, it’d have a small audience of one. Everyone’s going to have different kinks and things they’re into, and different ways they go about it. It’s not an issue of morals – frankly, I’d hope you’d see the irony in trying to bring that up while Charmed is also still very much a sex/kink/fetish conference, and we know how the general population sees hypnosis. Credit card companies won’t even work with anything that uses the word ‘hypnosis’. In a community full of non-standard beliefs and preferences and lifestyles, who are you or I to decide what is TOO ‘nauseating’?

I know that a ‘not all kinks are my kink and that’s okay!’ hands-on-hips stance isn’t necessarily going to sway you, and I won’t pretend it will. Ultimately, people are going to have different kinks they participate in, that you do not personally need to be involved in. I’m not going to say that I myself understand every kink – I’m actually a bit more reserved on that front myself, and I’ve physically removed myself from areas when applicable. That’s because my discomfort is my own responsibility, especially when it comes to a, once again, *sex* con. You’re bound to see all sorts of things.

Cons aren’t for everyone, so you’re probably right – but that’s fine. Not every space is going to be best for every person. As Charmed is a kink positive con, there are inevitably going to be people with all sorts of kinks there. If that’s an uncomfortable notion for you to the degree you’ve indicated, it probably won’t be a fun experience for you or other attendees.

You were quite a bit harsher in your second ask, which I can’t imagine holding that kind of distaste for people you’ve never met. It feels like a wearisome and prickly way to go about things. Again, I won’t say I necessarily understand all the kinks out there – but I know that people have them, the same way I have one for hypnosis. And I’d want someone to extend the courtesy of not being disgusted by me without even knowing me, if not ideally a neutral, non-judgmental indifference. The likelihood any of this rambling post has swayed you is low, but it is an ever reminder to anyone in a kink community that we are more similar to one another in our lack of adherence to ‘normal’ societally acceptable tastes, and that infighting over arbitrary kink lines is at best, a waste of time.

[thatonebabybat]

Okay. Long rant ahead, but... I'm bothered by those ppl who use "SaYiNG GoTH IS A MUsIc SuBCULtUrE IS ABLEISt BC DEaF PeOpLE CaN'T LIStEN TO It--" as a reason for why they think they can call it an aesthetic or a fashion style. Like.

1. Blind people can't see aesthetics so what are you getting at here exactly?? Is liking aesthetics bad because some people can't see them? Your own logic is working against you here tbh..

2. The people saying this generally aren't deaf and therefore probably shouldn't be speaking for the deaf community. (I don't intend to either, so if you're deaf and reading this and there's something you'd like for me to correct or work on, please feel free.)

3. I'm sure most goths would be chill w a deaf person hanging out w them as long as they understand the history and are participating in the community in some meaningful way. Like, they might not be able to hear the music, but they may still be able to read/appreciate the written lyrics, or maybe they can't hear the music but they still enjoy clubbing and like participating in goth nights… And there are still deaf music artists so that's always an option too- Plus, some deaf people can still like music on occasion bc hearing aids have gotten really advanced, so to lump them all together as being completely unable to enjoy it at all is strange… There's a lot of ways a deaf person could still be able to chill in a music subculture. I don't think anyone is intentionally excluding deaf people from the scene. I would like to think most people would be understanding in that specific scenario.

..Doesn't explain why an able-bodied person with access to as much music as they could ever possibly want through the internet gets to totally ignore it though. I think it says a lot that these people are aware of their privilege to be able to listen to music and participate in the community in that way, but instead decide to use disabled people as a shield for why they shouldn't have to put in even a tiny bit of effort before claiming a 40+ year old subculture for themselves. They don't actually care about making goth more accessible, if they did they'd be subtitling music videos, or posting the lyrics and translations of goth songs to lyric sites, or making more efforts to make goth events more comfortable for disabled people… But no. It's just about them.

4. Even if someone decided being goth wasn't for them because they were deaf and couldn't hear the music, no one is saying you're a lesser person or "bad" somehow for not being a goth. Like. Deaf people can be goth. But becoming a goth isn't a requirement. If it's not your thing it's not your thing, but it does mean a lot to the people who have been in the subculture for a long time. If you like the fashion and not the music, just use another word for it (alt/darkalt is a personal favorite of mine, but there's other tags you can use too) and call it a day, no one's judging you for that. It's not like people who don't like goth music can't express themselves with fashion or moodboards, I'm fine with that. I like doing that myself. Just don't call it goth if it doesn't have anything to do with goth music. Don't flood a music tag with completely unrelated content. It's rlly not that hard. Idk why people get so hung up on NEEDING to use this one word for things that have nothing to do with that word. It's absurd the lengths people will go just to take over someone else's label when it's totally unnecessary.

I'd love to hear thoughts from the actual disabled community on the topic though. What do you think goths could do to make the space more accessible? How do you feel about these kinds of arguments?? I'd like to get to know more about the subject.

[transmonstera]

In regards to your posts about ao3 and how vile it is in actuality, I wanna say thank you. I've not put much thought into the website I've been using but this has put things into perspective. I no longer want my work (work that I am proud of) on a website like that. Ao3 doesn't align with my values and I'm assuming many other people's who use the site.

Do you have any suggestions on a better site everyone can use?

(Side note: I absolutely adore your work!)

sure thing!

while there are no websites quite like ao3 in terms of filtering, curation, bookmarks, likes/comments etc there are a few alternatives out there!

Wattpad - I know people make fun of this one because it's where all the rpf for bands went back in the day but it is still operating and many people use it so you'll likely just switch viewers from ao3 to wattpad pretty seamlessly

Tumblr - you can always post directly on here! there is a character limit i believe of 4k so it's great for showing previews or even cutting up a small fic into parts 1, 2, 3, etc. a little clunky but it's an option if you only write short stuff! (Twitter threads can even be an option for this though again, a lil restrictive and works better for super short works!)

Google Docs + Linktree - if you have a linktree account you can always just link a view only (make sure people can't edit!) google doc of the fic! having the fics on a linktree still give people the ability to see all of your work in one place, and you can even see on linktree the click statistics for each fic! while it doesn't give the reader the ability to like/comment, you can always encourage those who do like it to leave a message on your tumblr!

Discord (or any groupchat tbh!) - similar to above you can always set up a discord server and post your fics view docs links there! it gives a curated experience and you can see the comments of people directly in the server

AO3 has seemingly made people believe that each and everyone one of their fan creations must be thrown out into the void where you hope everyone sees it and loves it. I think this has really stifled people's abilities to truly be creative in terms of making content of their favourite medias (and even with transitioning to making original work!) because you may subconsciously be adhering the current trends and whatnot of everyone else, even if you don't really like it yourself! I mean look at how common modern/high school aus still are today when I have yet to meet anyone who actually likes them. Look at how many books that have been published lately that painfully follow AO3 tag systems, where they don't even havea blurb anymore and instead just have "friends to lovers meet blah blah blah! read it now!". (Not to mention the quality of the books being published is fucking atrocious)

AO3 has ruined publishing and I am being entirely serious about that.

But back to where you wanna go with your fics now. Don't be afraid to restructure how you interact with your hobbies! It doesn't have to be so exposed and vulnerable to anyone and everyone having their say on it. I used to participate massively in fandom and I'll be honest, it made me miserable. I constantly felt like I couldn't keep up, that my ideas were wrong because another idea was more popular, and I really struggled. So I took about a hundred steps back and only interact with the media I like through my friends who also like it! And it's a lot better! You may not get hundreds and thousands of likes on fics from here on out if that's what you're used to, but I guarantee you'll have more meaningful interactions that you actually hold dear to you far more than any "a guest has left a kudos on your work" notification.

(Also just a pre-emptive thing of anyone who wants to defend AO3 on this post because "it's an integral part of fandom!" or "they need that much money because they run a site with no ads!", or you want to try and tell me that the fics on there are fine because it's fiction regardless of what the fics is (including literal fucking CSAM), just know you are completely unserious and I don't value a single thing you say. So don't even try it. How about you donate to a marginalised person's mutual aid for the first time in your life and you'll calm down.)

[lady-phenix]

Blog intro, Rules, Tags, and character profile

Welcome one and all to the Court of Ravens! My name is Ash and this my new rp blog. I'm trying to be a little better about being "professional" on here, though I wouldn't honestly call myself a pro. I've been role-playing here on Tumblr on and off since 2012 and I just like to have fun with it! That all being said I do welcome almost any and all folks from any Fandom to interact, with only few exceptions. Please continue reading below the cut to fully enjoy your stay ^.^

Rules

1. Absolutely no minors. Sorry guys, but im 30+ years old and not that I don't love yall and wish you the best, but it'd feel kinda awkward interacting with you guys. If you need help or advice though feel free to ask. I'm a person first and an adult second. Still if you're under the age of 18 please wait until you reach that age before interacting/following.

2. I don't generally do NSFW unless I know you very well (I'm demi-sexual and this kinda also applies to my characters). Also I'm not a porn source. I only NSFW if it serves the plot (I may be RPing as a demon but I generally don't participate in stuff like Sinday. More power to you if you yourself do, it's just not my thing). Also if you're below the age of 20 please don't try to do NSFW plots with me. If you have teen at the end of your age, you're kinda still a teen in my eyes. It's like that awkward gray area for me...sorry.

3. We are tolerant on this blog. I don't accept any kind of -phobia or -ism on here of any kind. Please be nice to each other and be nice to me. Don't be a dick.

4. I don't do Fandom drama on this blog. Whatever is going on with Viviziepop or who/whatever has nothing to do with me nor do I share any parties views. The opinions/thoughts expressed on here are purely mine. Don't pull me into drama or there will be problems.

5. Please be patient as I do have a life outside of this blog, and I'm about to work two jobs as well as work on a novel! I have a lot going on in my life so replies aren't always gonna be on my top priority. I also run several other blogs and have other OCs that I sometimes get more of an urge to write for. Thank you for your patience.

6. As the mun of this blog I have every right to choose who I do or don't interact with. Please don't take it personal if I don't get back to you right away. I'm probably super busy or I'm occupied with another rp for the time being. I admit I'm bad at multi-replies but I'm trying to get better.

7. Don't bring politics or social drama on here. I'm here for a good time and not to be reminded that reality sucks. Thanks!

8. I don't tolerate abuse of any kind. Mistreat me or my muse (as in like your characters whole thing is being an asshole for no reason) I will not hesitate to end the interaction and block. Me and my characters do not exist to be your punching bags. Fight scenes are fine, and insults depending on context are okay too. But being needless or senselessly cruel without reason isn't okay. Kinda goes back to just don't be a dick!

9. I LOVE shipping! I LOVE crossovers! And I LOVE OCs! All of that stuff! As it says in my description I'm Canon divergent and crossover/oc friendly. If this is a problem for folks I'm definitely not the blog for you. Please be respectful of my rp partners!

10. Seriously just have fun with it! I don't mind a little chaos, just so long as it's the fun kind. I try to be the cool mun who isn't so stingy about everything.

*as a quick side note, music is a big deal on this blog, so by all means feel free to share music yall love with me, and I may just do the same for you ;) *

Tags/taglist

This is kinda more for me than it is anyone else cause I'm terrible with tags and I'm trying to get better. These are subject to change/be updated. I'll also try to tag NSFW and triggering subjects as necessary.

tag: The Phoenix Sings- usually song/music related.

tag: thoughts of the Phoenix- usually just stuff I think Phenix would think of. These can be kinda random.

tag: matters of the court- anytime the Court of Ravens is mentioned, usually for lore purposes.

tag: matters of the goetia- any time the ars goetia or the goetia family are brought up/interacted with. Again this is usually for lore purposes.

tag: OOC- out of character, pretty self explanatory, whenever I interact out of character.

tag: open starter- any time I post an open rp starter that can be answered by anyone.

tag: rp title- I like to title rps sometimes so I'll use the title I come up with as a tag to keep better track of it. More for fun/organization purposes.

tag: Phenix interacts-tag used when interacting with specific characters. Again more for organization purposes.

tag: NSFW- pretty self explanatory

tag: TW- trigger warning: then followed by triggering thing- Done more as a courtesy than anything else.

tag: Phenix Aesthetic- Anything that goes along with Phenix's aesthetic

tag: Phenix Fashion- Things I imagine Phenix would wear. can be clothes, make up, etc.

tag: Phenix Poetry- usually poetry and/or quote related. Sometimes it's about her, other times will be specified.

tag: Phenix family- anything pertaining to her family, biological or in law.

tag: fanart- whenever I reblog fanart. Pretty self explanatory. Will also tag characters.

tag: The Phoenix Calls- used when reblogging rp memes and starters.

tag: Phenix canons- used for dropping bits of lore about phenix and her family.

About Phenix

And those are all I can think of. If I come up with anymore ill update them! ^.^

Verses and AUs

1. Canon universe- formerly trapped in an abusive marriage, Phenix spends most of her time taking care of imps and other hellborn and sinners who escaped bad situations in her family home, Raven Hall. She wishes to continue her mother's legacy with the Raven Court, and wants to eventually make it an official branch of hells government to give the so called lessers in hell a voice.

*Canon for the blog, but not the show. Though I do try to work within the shows boundaries with this.

2. Ward of the Morningstars/ ward!phenix AU- in this alternative universe, Phenix was taken in by Lucifer after her mother was killed because he felt partly responsible for what happened to Ravenna and for Phenix's fall from favor with Paimon. She sees Luci as a second, but primary, father, Charlie as her sister, and Damian Morningstar as her brother. Vaggie is her future sister in law, and the deadly sins are her aunts and uncles (though some she favors more than others).

3. Royal Guard AU- this is an AU where Striker is a captain of the guard in the House of Andras. Realizing just how bad Andras actually is, Striker and Phenix concoct a plan to free her and put an end to Andras' wicked hold on her. This features the pair Striker/Phenix in a romantic way.

4. Human AU- Phenix is a human royal from the small kingdom of Goetia who's of marriageable age.

5. Genderbent AU- Male Phenix whos escaped from a bad marriage and just wants to raise his two kids, Javier and Viviane, in peace.

6. Queen of Wrath AU- This is based on a fanfic that I'm writing in which Paimon and Satan, the king of wrath, struck up a deal many years ago and has led to Phenix becoming the deadly sin's wife. Unsure if I'll post the story itself but this will be updated if and when I do.

*please note that all of these are subject to be changed/updated*

Full name: Phenix Quezala Goetia

Gender: female

Age: 30+

Demon bird form: a giant five eyed quetzal (two on each side of her head plus one in the middle of her head) that appears to be made of various colored flames.

Ordinary demon form: (terrible at drawing so I'll give a physical description) 9 feet at the tallest. She's mostly red feathered, though she has gold feathers on her face, particularly around her eyes and prominently in her long tail feathers. Her chest is black feathered, with what looks like a light red/orange heart on her bust. Her eyes are mostly black with red-gold irises and odd lavender pupils. She has a third eye in the middle of her two regular eyes, but its usually shut so not visible to most unless they have supernaturally goof eyesight. The feathers on her head start short at the neck and shoulders and but spread elegantly down her back, as though theyre layered atop of each other. They're mostly red but are tipped in black with gold accents. Her style of dress varies on the day and who she interacts with. Despite her fiery colors she actually has a deep fondness for cooler ones like emerald green, blues of any kind, and anything purple. Will on special occasions wear her husband's colors of cream, black, and purple...rarely.

Powers: pyrokinesis, sound manipulation, imitation of any voice, knowledge of most if not all instruments.

Nicknames: Nix, Nixi, Rose Red (I highly warn against calling her this, unless you want your vocal cords pecked out)

Titles: Princess of the Goetia family, Grand Marquess in the House of Andras, and Queen of the Court of Ravens.

Blood Family: Shax (maternal grandfather), Viviane (maternal grandmother), Ravenna (mother), Marchosias (older maternal uncle), Malphus (younger maternal uncle), Paimon (father), Stolas (older half brother), Octavia (niece)

Married family/in laws: Andras (husband, a just no, JN for short), Caim (Andras' brother, a just maybe, JM), Larissa (Andras' mother, JN MiL), Aamon (Andras' father, a total Just Yes, JY FiL)

Important information: There's a lot of backstory to her, but I might reveal that in increments rather than just dumping it all here. So here are the top ten things you should know about Phenix:

She's King Paimon's oldest daughter, but not his oldest child. She's younger than Stolas by about eight years. He went through wives like Henry the 8th. Phenix is the result of his second marriage and her mother's name was Ravenna, who started the Court of Ravens under everyone's noses.

Phenix and Stolas are close, despite their mothers having been serious enemies. He's one of the few people in her life who call her Nixi. She's also 100 percent supportive of his divorce and is close to Octavia.

She got her grimoire at 11, much like her brother, and was given the purpose to act as a muse for musicians and poets throughout the world and across time. She was also betrothed to her husband Andras at this time.

She married Andras at age 20. They've been married for ten years but have no children...yet. Andras has tried to keep her content through the use of illusions. On the blog, she's mostly out of his fog, and he's the reason she hates the nickname Rose Red.

The Court of Ravens was created by her mother Ravenna when Paimon attempted to divorce her but failed. She meant for it to be a safe haven for anyone seeking refuge from a bad situation. Anyone can join the Court, no matter their station, any and all hellborn and sinners are permitted to join the Court.

Phenix has a key to the Court, which is disguised as a portrait ring of her mother. There's more of these rings that are commissioned in Lust and Gluttony. They all look slightly different but always have Ravenna's flying raven signature on them somewhere. Gates to the Court can be found in Gluttony or Lust, and they can only be gained access by the rings which are guarded by Beelzebub and Asmodeus respectively.

Phenix is technically Queen of the Raven Court, and has been since her mother passed. However, she didn't know about the Court until she herself had need of it.

Phenix is accepting to any and everyone. She despises the Goetia's way of thinking, and when she takes her place as Raven Queen, she denounces the Goetia in favor of "her" people, the outcasts and needy of Hell who come to her for protection and sanctuary.

She has seriously thought of killing her husband and taking his prized angelic sword, Exnoctum, as her own.

She does eventually want to have children, not only to succeed her as Raven Queen/King, but to pass on her so called radical beliefs about equality in hopes of eventually ending the stigma that comes with the caste system of hell.

And that's pretty much all you need to know about Phenix. If I come up with anything else or change her canon, I'll be sure to update the list. Now as I said there's a lot of lore surrounding this character and a lot of it involves her family, and especially her mother and connections to the other sins. However, I feel like those should be revealed in time. Until then, by all means feel free to interact! Phenix is super friendly towards most folks. Thank you so much for reading! I know it was a lot! <3

-Mun Ash

[cloneficgiftexchange]

clone fic gift exchange: frequently asked questions

this will be linked on the pinned post of the blog, and it is more general, as it’s intended to be used for all clone exchanges i run here in the future, as well as the one that's currently being organized as i’m posting this. if you have any other questions, please feel free to reach out and ask :)

why do i need an email to sign up?

i use a secret santa generator to randomly assign matches, as it's way easier for me and has been very successful in the past, and that requires an email address. i have an email account that i use specifically for fandom things (exchanges, zines, etc), and i highly recommend it for anyone who wants to keep themselves more organized (or doesn't want to give out their personal email!)

can i still join if i only read or write a few clones?

yes!! as long as the common denominator character is on your list, you can absolutely participate! i ensure that everyone has at least one character (usually it's rex) on the list of clones they are okay to receive, so this way if you see who you have and you're like "i don't know/don't like any of the other names here," you can just write for the common denominator. there are several protections i put into place for each exchange in order to ensure the comfort of the participants, and this is one of them.

is there a limit on clones we can put down as ones we'd want to receive?

technically no, but i would advise you to choose no more than six or seven of them. for some people a giant list of potential clones may be great, but for others it may be way too overwhelming. there also may be certain exchanges where the options are limited to a certain number, such as the bad batch.

should i be writing my person's favorite clone?

you can write any of the clones on your person's list. i do not ask for a favorite clone at sign up because i see it as another protection on behalf of the participants. If someone's favorite clone is one that the person who has them isn't really into, i wouldn't want to make anyone feel pressured to write them or bad if they don't choose them. in order to further remove this bias, i place all the clones names in alphabetical order on the prompt document.

what happens if the person who is writing for me breaks one of the rules with their fic (uses ai to write, adds a clone/clone background ship, etc)?

in the event that something like that happens, you are under no responsibility to respond to the fic if you don't want to, and please reach out to me to make sure i'm aware, if i haven't caught it already. at that point, i will reach out for an emergency pinch hitter to take over your prompt, and that fic will be the one put on the masterlist and reblogged, not the one that had broken the rules.

i don't write smut, can i still join?

absolutely!! i myself don't read or write it either, and i make sure to ask about the comfort level of participants regarding smut on the sign up. you can find a whole post i did about that here.

what's the posting situation like?

when the exchange day finally arrives, you'll post your fic on your blog and tag me so i can reblog it here! if you're done with your fic early, i ask that you hang onto it so we can all post together.

other than the exchange day, is there a specific time to post?

since we're all in different timezones, the only requirement i have about timing is that you post at some point during the 24 hour window in which it is exchange day for you. that will be different for someone in australia vs someone in new york, and that's totally fine. i usually don't start tracking people down who haven't posted until the monday after the exchange, and if you're really worried you'll miss it, you can schedule a post to go up at a certain time too. deadlines for sign ups are always in eastern standard time though, simply because that's the time zone i'm in.

[stobinesque]

WIP Weekend!

Once again tagged by @steves-strapcollection for a WIP game! (Gerry you are like half the reason phryctoria is nearly done, lol)

THE RULES

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

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THE WIPS

wigwag (AKA Stobin go to Indy and Steve gets some (OMC) dick; AKA sequel to phryctoria, which is now revisions (and ch. 2 should be up tomorrow)!)

S4 Fix-it: Lucas POV

Stobin soulmate au

steddie week: day 1 [hunger] {I never finished or posted this one, but I want to start getting my Steddie week fics up on ao3!)

Not tagging anyone, but please please join in and tag me in to say I tagged you if you want to participate. (I'll also make note of it for the future!)

SNIPPET

from wigwag! alas i am not particularly close the nsfw bits yet, so it's entirely PG below the cut

"Guess what I have?" Steve asks when Robin dumps herself into his car on Friday afternoon.

"Please tell me it's something edible," she groans. "I'm starving."

"Unfortunately not, but I can make us some pasta when we get to your place."

"I would love you forever," she says with her puppy dog eyes. No wonder he'd tricked himself into thinking he had a thing for her. She's adorable.

"You already do, dingbat."

"Yeah...well..." she trails off like she's searching for an argument to that point. "That's true," she says, giving up. "So what is it then?" She asks as she buckles her seat belt.

Steve reaches into the cup holder and pulls out the plastic card there.

"Oh shit! Is that my fake?"

Steve laughs. "It is indeed. Your name is Rowan Buck and you were born on January 10th of 1965."

"Eugh. A Capricorn."

"What in the heck is a Capricorn and what is your problem with them?"

"Oh puh-lease--don't act as though a Leo such as yourself doesn't read your horoscope on the daily."

"Okay fine, I know what a Capricorn is, broadly speaking. I still have no idea why you'd have a problem with them."

Robin shrugs. "I don't, really. Just thought it would be funny to say."

"You're hilarious," Steve deadpans.

"Okay, you say that like you don't think it's true, but need I remind you of 'I've laughed more this summer than I have in a really long time'?"

"I never said that."

"You did."

"Must have been an alternate version, then."

"Yep," Robin says, popping the 'p' with a smug little smile. "Also known as 'truth serum Steve.'"

"Ugh, whatever, fine: you're hilarious," he concedes.

"Thank you." Robin holds her new ID up to the light. "You're sure this will pass inspection?"

Steve shrugs. "I got it form the same person who did mine."

"Yeah, sure, but we're dealing with small town dives down here, not big city bar tenders."

"Yeah, actually, I think the fact that we're up against everybody-knows-everybody-itis in Hawkins makes is more impressive that my fake works anywhere. Also--I don't think Indianapolis really counts as a big city."

"Touche."

"So...tomorrow? Wanna try our hand at hitting up a gay club?"

"I'd love nothing more, Stevie."

[chinsims]

15 questions for 15 mutuals

Thank you @nectar-cellar for tagging me! I enjoyed reading your answers.

I think it’s my first time participating in one of these, so hopefully I can do it right!

my answers:

1. Are you named after anyone?

Legally, an actress. By choice, I took a masculine version of my grandmother’s name.

2. When was the last time you cried?

I’m actually not sure. The most recent time I can remember was last month when I got overwhelmed after worrying that a coyote had stalked me (don’t worry, it ended up being fine). I have probably cried more recently, though.

3. Do you have kids?

Nope! It’ll probably be a long time until I’m ready for that kind of responsibility.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Not as much as I used to, but still quite a bit for someone who can’t tell when other people are being sarcastic lol.

5. What sports do you play/have you played?

I’ve never been that interested in sports due to all the rules, but I used to be really competitive about running for some reason.

6. What’s the first thing you notice about other people?

The way people walk tends to stick with me. I know some people with very distinctive walks, so that tends to stand out. I’ve even had to double check that strangers weren’t secretly people I know because the patterns were similar.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

I like anything that I find personally compelling. I tend to pick up mostly on the choices made with the style and the theme, so I think both have their strengths. I do tend to lean more towards darker themes, however. I (unfortunately) really enjoy Funny Games (1997) and what it does with fourth wall breaks. I could ramble quite a bit about just how much I love (and hate) that film. I also really like the short film Meshes of the Afternoon (1943). I need to get caught up on more recent movies though.

8. Any special talents?

Depends on whether the emphasis is on special or talent. A somewhat special thing about me is that I have very flexible shoulder and hip joints and have double jointed fingers. I’m also fixated on altered states, so I forced myself to be very suggestible to meditative states and learned that I could auto-write when I dropped lucy (it was supposedly for spirits, which I don’t think I believe in personally, but at the very least I’ve been slowly able to tap into something in my own subconscious, so that’s kinda neat!). 

9. Where were you born?

California

10. What are your hobbies?

I’m a musician, I’ve been getting into auto-writing, I used to be obsessed with inventing this thing called polyrhythm hopscotch, I’m working on some film stuff with a few of my friends (which is super exciting!), and making cc for the sims 3 :)

11. Do you have any pets?

Yes! I have a dog and a cat. They are both cuties.

12. How tall are you?

5′ 2″ last time I was measured, although I think that was 4 years ago. 

13. Fave subject in school?

I liked most subjects for different reasons. I was the least jazzed about my art classes though. This was mostly because it was actually an instruction following class, and I feel compelled to do at least one thing that goes against instructions when it comes to anything creative.

14. Dream job?

Full-time musician. I recently switched my major to music, so I’ll always be working in the same field, even if it’s more of the technical aspects!

15. Eye color?

Brown.

Let me see who I haven’t seen tagged yet:

@xiasimla @nornities @simdreams @venusprincess-ts3 @getboolpropped

@omedapixel @tripstaysnoided @tsims

I think most people I’m mutuals with have either already done it at this point or don’t typically do tag games, but if I can think of anyone else who might want to do this I’ll add them to this list!

[jmagnabo92]

I posted 776 times in 2022

That's 723 more posts than 2021!

179 posts created (23%)

597 posts reblogged (77%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@jmagnabo92

@padfootastic

@impishtubist

@roalinda

@hinnysphoenix

I tagged 713 of my posts in 2022

Only 8% of my posts had no tags

#sirius black - 395 posts

#harry james potter - 307 posts

#james potter - 236 posts

#harry potter - 188 posts

#prongsfoot - 184 posts

#sirius and harry - 143 posts

#harry j potter - 139 posts

#sirius and harry saturday - 122 posts

#good godfather sirius black - 101 posts

#sirius & harry - 86 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#sirius always had the right and was a good guardian over molly because he was chosen and consistently there for harry in the short time they

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Announcing Prongsfoot Week - August 21st to August 27th

Hey All!  

I’ve been really into Prongsfoot lately, and I’d like to do a whole week dedicated to them in August.  To make sure that it doesn’t just have to be writers, I wanted to make it a little different than normal ship weeks I’ve seen.  Thus,

DAY 1 - When and Why did you begin to Ship Prongsfoot?  What makes you Ship it?  Basically, just gush on this ship.

DAY 2 - What Headcanons do you have for this ship?  IE, things like, James made the first move or Sirius got James into crosswords.  Anything really.

DAY 3 - Favorite Canon/Potentially Canon moment - IE, something like Sirius comforting James after the DADA OWL and Lily’s reaction or (even though it’s platonic) the moment James asked Sirius to be Harry’s godfather.  

DAY 4 - Favorite type of story that you like to Read and/or Write for this ship?

DAY 5 - Favorite Tropes for this Ship?

DAY 6 - Questions for this Ship? (Link to Questions for Ship I found, but if anyone wants to contribute other questions - feel free to do so before the week starts!)

DAY 7 - Write/Draw/anything for this ship.

Anyone can participate just tag ProngsfootWeek2022 

Thanks!

59 notes - Posted July 17, 2022

#4

Why the hell am I seeing Pro Snape shit on my dash???

"Based on your likes" bullshit.

I loathe Snape with a passion. I don't want to see pro snaper's rationalizations for why Snape's a little "angel". Don't make me gag.

In other news, give me your best anti snape posts to make up for it.

66 notes - Posted June 23, 2022

#3

Snippet of Sirius giving Harry his own Room at Grimmuald Place after the first visit to Arthur in the hospital.

Sirius and Harry Saturday.

***

Knowing that he needs to get Harry to talk to him, he sends the kids downstairs, leans against the door and pulls out the mirror. “Harry.”

It takes multiple calls before a puffy-eyed Harry appears in the mirror. “I’m not in the mood to talk, Sirius.”

“I think we need to talk, Kid,” Sirius states, his eyebrows raised at Harry’s use of his name. He’d always called him ‘Pads’ since the day before the school year started whenever it was just the two of them. “I can help – at least let me try.”

Harry’s clearly uninterested in responding as he doesn’t even look at Sirius through the mirror.

“Alright, kid. We don’t have to talk, but I do have a surprise for you. Wanna come out so I could show you? I spent weeks on it – please, come out? Just for me?”

Harry rolls his eyes and huffs out a sigh, “Fine.”

The door opens behind him, and Harry looks like a tired mess, but still rather defiant. “Where’s this ‘surprise’?”

Sirius grins and grabs his hand and leads him up the stairs. They make it to the third door next to Regulus’ room on the children’s floor. The plaque read Harry James Potter’s Room.

Harry looks at him, “What’s this?”

“Your surprise. Go on, look inside.”

Harry hesitates but is clearly curious and slowly enters the room. He walks to the middle of the room, which is decorated with all of Harry’s favorite things, and pictures of his family – Ie, his parents, Sirius and himself. There weren’t many, but Sirius hoped to rectify that. He’d included photos of when Harry was a baby. It’d taken him a while to find them all – sneaking out of headquarters with Dobby to find them at his old flat (which had been willed to him by his Uncle Alfred and visiting Andy secretly while Tonks was gone because she would mention his excursions to Remus or Dumbledore and Sirius didn’t want the Order to know). Harry’s spinning around looking at everything in utter shock before sitting on the queen-sized bed with golden sheets and a deep red blanket since he’s used to the Gryffindor dorms’ color.

He looks shocked. “This is – for me?”

Sirius smiles as he moves in front of Harry, “I offered you a home when I was almost freed, and I couldn’t follow through. Now, I – I know that I – I can’t fully offer you to stay while I’m technically still on the run. I – I want to, but with the Ministry paying close attention to you, it’s hard… Dumbledore has to approve when you come and – and…” Sirius shakes his head. “Doesn’t matter, the point is – this is your home, I know it’s kind of depressing and I’d rather we live anywhere else, but … this is what I can do for now. Someday, when I get the chance to be free and prove my innocence, we’ll get a new home, but for now, I wanted you to have your own room and know that you’re not a guest – you’re home here.”

Harry’s quiet for a long time and Sirius almost afraid to look at him, worried than he made a mistake, that Harry didn’t want to be with him – live with him or have a home with him. That maybe Harry eagerly accepting Sirius’ offer had just been the excitement of the moment, even if he had asked if he could live with him when he was worried about getting expelled. It could be that he was just worried and wanted some comfort and assurances, not that he actually wanted to live with Sirius… especially when Grimmauld Place was not his idea of a good home…

“Of course, if you don’t –” Sirius is cut off when Harry suddenly throws himself in Sirius’ arms. He buries his face in Sirius’ neck, getting it all wet from his tears, and mutters something about never having a home before. “Oh, Kid, I love you. I always wanted you here, I just come with some complications, and I wasn’t sure if you didn’t want to…”

“Of course, Pads!” Harry says, leaning back. “I’ve always wanted to live with you ever since you offered, but I thought – maybe you didn’t want me to.”

“Of course I did, Kid. I’ve always wanted you with me.” He smiles. “So, do you like it?”

“Like it? I love it! I – I get to stay here for the holidays?”

“Yes, I’ll have Dobby move your things – that elf really loves you,” Sirius smiles. “He helped me buy the stuff and – er – helped me sneak out of here, completely hidden, I promise. So don’t worry.”

Harry smiles, “I’m glad you got to get out safely. You were so happy when you were out and about as Padfoot when you took me to the train, I worried about you being stuck inside.”

“I’m feeling a lot better these days, this project for you helped distract me. Sometimes, it’s projects that can help quite a bit,” Sirius states. “Distractions can be great.”

84 notes - Posted April 16, 2022

#2

Padfoot at the Pound

Could fit into the James Lives AU.  Harry and Sirius Saturday plus some Prongsfoot Sunday. :) 

Sirius and Harry play fetch in the park, and animal control ends up picking up Padfoot, who spends two nights in the Pound.  

***

Sirius’ favorite day of the week is Saturday – not because sometimes he has dates with his lovely husband James, but because whenever Harry doesn’t have plans with friends, his kid likes playing fetch with Padfoot.  

         The ten-year-old had been far more interested in spending weekends with his friends than with his parents, but Sirius could admit that he missed the days when he and James were Harry’s whole world. Thus, when Harry announced that the sleepover at Connor’s was cancelled due to chicken pox, he immediately offered for two of them going to hiking through the woods to their favorite park where they typically play fetch just the two of them.  

         Arriving at the park, Harry says, “Alright, Padfoot, ready to play?”

         Sirius nods, immediately chasing after the ball as he throws it and teasing him with it when he comes back by running around a gleefully happy Harry, who’s coincidentally yelling, “Bad dog – just give me the ball.”

         Eventually he does, and Harry throws it again.  

         Again, and again the process repeats for hours until Harry gets tired and it’s almost time for dinner.  As Sirius brings the ball back one last time, Harry says, “Wanna race home?”

         Sirius nods, and they both take off.  

         Unfortunately, he lets Harry take the lead because he wants to watch and make sure that Harry will get home safely and as Harry makes it onto the path that leads through the woods, Sirius is stopped by a couple of men in uniforms.  He’s confused and can’t change back to explain, so he backs up, growling at them, only to suddenly find that there was someone behind him who has a makeshift collar and leash.  

         He’s pulled back and suddenly feels a needle in his hindquarters and everything going black.  

***

         “Dad!  Dad!” Harry yells as he runs through the door.  “I lost Pads!”

         “What do you mean you lost Pads?” James asks as he looks up from his sudoku puzzle.  He’d been spending the afternoon enjoying the quiet while his husband and son played at the park.  

         “I mean – he was following me as Padfoot and then all of a sudden, he wasn’t – I realized, and I ran back, and I saw some animal control men putting him in the back of a van.  I tried to tell them that he was my dog, but they wouldn’t believe me – said someone called about a rogue menace and that they were taking him to the pound.”

         He’s not surprised to find that someone would’ve called animal control on Padfoot, particularly since there’s this one redheaded woman that purely loathes Padfoot since she always finds him a bit aggressive because she’s always flirting with James in front of him and he’s naturally jealous.  

         “Alright, best go break him out then.”

***

         Sirius is furious when he wakes up again.  He’s stuck as Padfoot inside a medium-sized cage with a muzzle and nothing else.  Immediately, he wants to get it off.  He’s a human pretending to be a dog – he should not be treated like an actual dog.  

         “Oh, look who’s awake,” a brown-haired worker comments, laughing slightly as his attempts to get the muzzle off.

         “Don’t antagonize the dogs, Jack,” another man says, who looks vaguely familiar.  “It’s hard for them to be locked up and you’re not helping by being aggressive towards them.”

         “He was aggressive, first.”

         “He’s a dog – he was reacting to being trapped.”

         “Yeah, yeah.  I don’t know why you care so much.  There’re just animals,” Jack states before heading for the door, “I’m going on break.  Be careful with that one.”

         As soon as Jack leaves, the second man approaches him, and says, “Don’t bite me now, Padfoot.”

         Sirius nods, still confused, slightly.  This isn’t James, so who could it be?

         The man takes the muzzle off, “There you go – I’d let you out, but I can’t – this is the longest job I have had in a while, and I can’t lose it.  The people here are very understanding about the full moon nights I need off because the rest of the time I take the unwanted shifts.  Just me and the dogs.”

         Sirius tilts his head and narrows his eyes.  Full moon?  Padfoot?  Not having long-term jobs?  Remus?

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167 notes - Posted June 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Harry's Grief Book 6

I've seen people mention Harry's 'appeared" lack of Grief for Sirius but I think it's alot more subtle in book 6 because at that point he has dealt with alot of Grief.

Moments of Grief:

1. Spending almost two weeks not even leaving his room in a slump thinking about Sirius.

2. Wanting to avoid any mention of him but accepting Dumbledore’s words that Sirius wouldn't want him to wallow.

3. His reaction to Kreacher.

4. Talking to Buckbeak: "Missing him? Me too."

5. Attacking Dung for stealing from Sirius and having to be reminded that it's not Sirius' things but his own.

Even the fact that he starts obsessing over the prince possibly being James or Sirius and being disappointed when Remus states otherwise. It's there, he's just got the overwhelming burden of the prophecy weighing on him, too, so it's alot.

268 notes - Posted September 13, 2022

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[aflyingcontradiction]

what makes a person christian if they don't believe in anything from the bible?

So it just took me like five full minutes to find the post you're referring to when I'm usually so good at tagging my ramblings, and I'm now minorly annoyed at myself for not doing that, but anyway: Here's the link to the post in question just so there's context to this for anyone who might need it.

First of all, note that I didn't say "don't believe in anything from the Bible". As far as I'm aware, the people I mentioned as examples still believed in and prayed to God and their concept of God was, at least loosely, based on Biblical teachings (as filtered through parents, teachers, church and general cultural osmosis, cause I doubt many people I've known ever actually read the Bible). At least, that very much applied to me when I still identified as a Christian, though I obviously don't know the inside of other people's minds.

But alright, let's assume this hypothetical person who is a Christian but doesn't even believe in a biblical God (and apparently this isn't hypothetical at all, there's a survey conducted in Germany in 2011 that has less than 80 % of both German-protestant (evangelisch) and Catholic (katholisch) people answering that they believe in God). So what makes that person a Christian? In my opinion? Any combination of: having been baptised as a baby, getting their confirmation/communion as a child/teenager, going to church on Easter and/or Christmas, and sometimes just because, getting married in church, participating in other Christian festivities not listed here, not actively leaving the church. And, most importantly and centrally, calling themselves a Christian. Cultural Christianity. It's a thing. (And not just in the way that I've seen it used on here, to tell people who don't identify as Christian that they still have Christian assumptions). Basically: If Christianity shapes the way someone lives their life, even if it's "just" in a cultural sense, and they're like "yup, this is fine, I'm Christian", then ... yeah, I'll count them as Christian when it comes to discussing what Christians are like. (And I would hazard a guess that this is actually a pretty common idea in Germany and central Europe in general, though it seems somewhat less common in the US. Don't have the data to back any of that up, of course.)

[artificalmouse]

This is about a character I'm hoping to write a book about :)

Age 10

The other kids didn’t like him very much. His power was too weak to play most games, and the few they played without powers he had too much of an advantage. That was fine, he’d rather climb up the playground equipment instead. Maybe if he found a good enough hiding spot the teachers would forget all about him, his parents still didn’t know about his nightly habits. Or if they did they care didn’t enough to mention it. He didn’t know which he’d prefer.

They didn’t like him much in class either, his powers gave him the answers or something. They didn’t know anything about NorthStar and they’re outrageous claims only proved it more with each day passing.

The teachers liked him, he was a good kid they said. He was smart and would go places, just not to hero society apparently.

“Does anyone know where my water bottle is?” One of the annoying girls with bows in her hair asked as everyone packed up for gym. Rune assumed in her cubby, because that’s where everyone had to put their water bottles for reading hour. How she didn’t think to look there was dumb of her.

The class seem to wait for Rune to say something, which yeah he could, but they didn’t let him play tag so he didn’t really care about some girl’s water bottle. Mrs. Sam grabbed it from her cubby and handed it to her before the waiting got worse.

“Is everyone ready for gym?” The fifth grade class nodded and stood in what could be a single file line if you squinted.

Rune didn’t know why he had to be in the gymnasium, after stretching all he did was sit on the bleachers. He wasn’t allowed to play any team sports, the gym teacher had said it was unfair if he always knew where the soccer ball was. He thought that was the point of soccer, but his gym teacher said that the point was teamwork. Rune had decided playing soccer was dumb anyway. Dodgeball was somehow even worse for him to participate in, “it isn’t very fun for everyone else if you always know where to throw it.” Rune didn’t even like arguing that point, his gym teacher clearly just didn’t want him to play, so he decided dodgeball was dumb too.

Soon enough every single game or sport the class played had become Rune proof, so Rune decided the whole idea of gym class was dumb.

Capture the flag actually made some sense to leave Rune out of. Not knowing where the flags were was a big part of the game, therefore it would’ve been an unfair advantage. Still it just meant another Rune wouldn’t be allowed to play, so capture the flag was dumb too.

For once though there was another kid sitting out. Sometimes kids had injuries or were sick so they couldn’t participate but this kid looked perfectly fine. Could it be? Was the new kid, or visitor kid whatever, a NorthStar?

“You a NorthStar too?” Rune said scooting closer to the boy, he’d be able to show him all his favorite spots when he wanted to avoid the “real” mages. He felt something suspiciously close to hope bubbling up inside of him.

“No, I’m a void.” He said blankly, he turned his entire body to face Rune and made direct eye contact. It was uncomfortable.

“Oh, that must suck.” Rune didn’t know much about voids but it was apparently super powerful and hard to control. Rune couldn’t imagine fighting to control his powers they were just there.

The boy looked at him like he’d just eaten a lemon, “my power is the most powerful out there, it’s a gift.”

“But like you can’t control it or something I can’t remember what they told me. It’s like alive or something.”

“I can control it.” He said quickly, “or I’ll be able too soon.” He said smaller, “it will take time.”

“So like I said that sucks, I can just use mine.”

“There isn’t much to use.” He said, but it didn’t sound like he was trying to be insulting, it was just a fact. Still the words stung regardless of how he’d meant it.

“Yeah I’m sure you would think that.” Rune said turning his back to him with his arms crossed, to think he was gonna show this boy his hiding spots. Humpf.

“I do apologize if I’ve hurt you, it wasn’t my intention. I just don’t understand how NorthStar magic works, to my understanding all you can do is know where things are, and even then precision and the distance in which you can locate things takes work and training. Correct me if I’m wrong.”

“You’re not wrong.” Rune muttered, “but I’m still going to be someone someday, weak power or not.”

“If you put you’re mind to it I’m sure, NorthStars are hired by hero society constantly.”

“No! I’m gonna be a hero.” Rune said facing the boy again and throwing his hands up in the air. This kid talked funny it reminded him of how his dad talked to business workers over the phone.

The boy thought over what Rune had said, “I’ve never heard of a NorthStar hero before, I don’t understand how you’d defend yourself, but me and my friends are going to be heroes too. You can sit with us at lunch if you’d like. Flynn is nice, but Jose is a bit of a butthead.”