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As the person who started the "Give that girl a cult" tag, I kind of disagree. RWBY Beyond already made it clear Ruby has a lot of people focused on her in a Great Uniter sense. Add in how many issues she's been having and judging by the movie continues to have with playing the role needed of her. & that there's a nationalistic/fascist movement being aided by the villains & I feel like Ruby being admired not playing into it makes zero sense. The memes of Jax just screaming in frustration cos Ruby is much, much, much closer to the icon he only pretends to be are just memes and not realistic expectations for the volumes story. I should also clarify, cult was just picked cos "Fan club" doesn't have the same connotations.

mm to clarify where i’m coming from, my main point of disagreement with the "ruby gets a [celebrity] cult" angle is with Where and How it will have narrative impact (i think ruby’s celebrity will be more of a personal stumbling block for her tied into the summer rose mystery and an issue that exacerbates the nascent civil war, not smth she can take advantage of in the political conflict vs the crown) and how prominent it’ll be in terms of the amount of specific focus put on people adoring her.

but the main bone i have to pick is with specifically the "ruby is literally going to be deified / silver-eyed ascended savior / tea as communion wine" type stuff (like this other anon) where "cult" is being used explicitly to mean religious veneration. THIS variant makes me want to bite people 

but anyway, to your actual points: i get that the jax meme-ing is largely exaggerated joking around, but at the same time the main thrust of all the real speculation in this vein is that ruby’s celebrity functions to set up a personal conflict between herself and the asturias twins and strengthens her coalition’s hand against the crown because she’s admired, an inspiration to the people, etc. 

in the same way that "salem’s gonna show up a year late with starbucks to explain her ninety step plan for beating the gods" is an unserious joke that follows from things i do seriously believe, that salem’s ultimate goal is to get rid of the brothers and the heroic side will hear her side of the story as probably the last major narrative turning point… no one is joking about jax going "NOOOO!!" while he bleeds supporters to ruby’s accidental cult of personality because they don’t think her celebrity is going to play a meaningful part in defeating the crown, yeah?

i’m also using the memetic joke phrasing in the prev post mainly because i didn’t want to just repeat stuff i’d already said in the one right before, but—well, okay:

1 - the crown isn’t a vanity project. jax is arrogant, but he does also fundamentally believe that he’s doing what is best for his nation; it’s an ideological project. and the ideology is more or less, "vacuo was broken and exploited by foreign invaders long ago. outsiders and those who aren’t willing to fight to the death for vacuo make this nation weak; to become strong again, loyal vacuans must band together to get rid of these people and fight for ourselves and our way of life." when jax imagines the "old ways," he envisions himself as the kind of king who holds himself equal to all his people ("he wasn’t going to hold himself above them")—he’s tying himself in a mental knot here to hold this belief while also putting half his forces under mind control, obviously, but the cognitive dissonance here is buried very deep. 

2 - the MAINSTREAM, NORMATIVE city vacuan cultural view—expressed by many different vacuan characters, including sun—is "we lost our identity and our way of life because people were too soft and content; we let the other kingdoms come here and take what they wanted, and then they left us with nothing but sand, heat, and bitter memories. but hardship and fending for ourselves for so long has made us strong, so we don’t need anyone telling us what to do!" <- i am condensing but much of this is lifted verbatim from the speech sun makes to rally eleventh hour support against the crown. in that speech, he rhetorically equates the twins to the "other kingdoms" who, like the crown, "promised prosperity and paradise."

3 - now. i don’t believe rwby is going to play straight this idea that vacuans were to blame for the conquest of vacuo, because a) the nomadic vacuans in after the fall hold very different cultural attitudes, b) in the 9.11 animatic oscar explicitly refers to all this as a "history of colonization," and c) rwby doesn’t blame faunus for being persecuted or the people of mantle for being repressed, why would vacuo be different?—these are cultural views that i expect to be challenged in v10.

4 - notice how similar these normative/mainstream views are to the crown’s ideology! the crown is more extreme, more violent, but it’s really not that far off from stuff the good-guy vacuans say. before the 9.11 animatic, this was the whole basis for my thinking that the crown would be the arc antagonists in v10—at the end of the book, the defenders turn the tide by flipping the nationalist rhetoric around; ideological victory to the crown. dump tens of thousands of refugees from another kingdom into this situation, and what happens? popular support for the crown explodes. 

5 - BTE is a villain origin story. it’s just the prelude that sets the stage for this explosion of popular support; the main event is in v10, and i think this time the crown is going to be much stronger. in the book, it’s a fringe movement extremists and a roughly equal number of unwilling "recruits" under jax’s thrall, but almost every city vacuan character we meet expresses hostility toward "outsiders" and "traitors" and a lot—not all, but a lot—of what the crown believes is normalized to some extent; a really significant number of vacuans were just one refugee crisis away from breaking for the crown. vacuo has had two refugee crises in swift succession and there’s atlesian and mistrali warships allied with the faction that welcomed the refugees flying over vacuo now.

6 - it doesn’t matter that those foreign ships are there to defend vacuo too; vacuan nationalism is grounded in centuries of colonial occupation and the optics are really, really bad for the coalition. here is what jax is going to be screaming from the rooftops: "half or more of vacuo’s population is outsiders now, people from atlas and vale who never lifted a finger to help us but expect us to sacrifice everything to save them—give up our food and water when we scarcely have enough to sustain ourselves, give up our homes, spill our blood and defend them with their lives. they’re weak, pathetic cowards who came running to hide behind us instead of fighting for their kingdom, and they expect us to believe they’ll fight for us when the time comes? no, they’re just here to do what the other kingdoms have always done to us—they’re the real threat. are we really going to sit by and let these foreign invaders take our country from us again?"—and a lot of vacuans are gonna buy that bullshit.

7 - not least because a lot of it is… kind of true. vacuo has a very long, very real history of suffering at the hands of these other kingdoms whose people it is now being asked to make very real sacrifices for. both CFVY novels emphasize that food and water are already scarce before the kingdom doubles in size and vacuo is weathering onslaught after onslaught of grimm because of the refugees. it’s a really tough situation, and for someone like jax it is a massive political windfall because it’s so easy to twist that reality into a justification for hatred and violence.

SO,

here’s what really stands out to me about the 9.11 animatic and ruby’s celebrity in B4:

nora’s section: establishes that the vacuans are really angry, like "throwing junk at small orphaned children in a screaming rage" angry

oscar’s: the shade coalition is holding on by its fingernails against grimm drawn to the city in droves.

ren’s: the asturias twins get broken out of prison, and he reflects that salem has the advantage because it’s easier to exploit fear and anger than to overcome them. 

winter’s: popular support for the crown is booming ("atlas go home" and "long live the crown" grafitti)… and then the second refugee crisis arrives, provoking what is quite likely another days-long unrelenting assault of the city by grimm. also, when the shade coalition isn’t running itself into the ground fighting grimm, they’re distributing food and water to refugees. (=the crown’s talking point here is "see? they only care about helping THEM, not US")

qrow’s: he feels optimistic because he sees the refugees coming together, trying to support each other through this crisis and atone for past wrongs. the old divide between atlas and mantle is healing. every single character in this section is a refugee, and the "remember her message!" mural seems to be something the happy huntresses organized. 

"it was a relief for us," says nora of reaching vacuo, "but for the vacuans…"

and boba: yang takes ruby to specifically a boba shop that relocated from patch to vacuo after vale was evacuated; so this is likely a neighborhood where a lot of valean refugees settled and that means the vacuans who live here are going to mostly be the type of people who were willing to open their community and absorb that second wave of refugees, i.e. the shade coalition’s support base, people like the nomadic vacuans in ATF who would never be swayed by jax’s rhetoric at all because they weren’t already xenophobic… which BTE implies pretty strongly is a minority position within vacuo proper.

B4 is a character-driven piece focused on ruby’s personal struggle, and the beyond spots are all pretty light, pretty hopeful, and pretty opaque about the situation in vacuo for reasons of being optional side content.

the 9.11 animatic, on the other hand, was meant to be an episode of the show proper, so it does not hold back on the foreshadowing / setup at all: from nora to ren to winter there’s a pattern of escalation with vacuan support for the crown gaining ground, getting louder and bolder, and then qrow’s optimistic conclusion is focused very tightly on the refugees, with an acknowledgment that things are "bad, probably never been worse" beyond the small good he chooses to focus on… which conspicuously does not include any vacuans participating in these small acts of kindness or atonement: it’s klein and willow and the happy huntresses looking out for other refugees.

here’s what i think is going to happen with ruby’s celebrity in v10: the refugees from atlas and mantle will adore her—she’s the girl who rallied the whole world to come help them, and got them out alive when salem attacked and their general lost his mind. the refugees from vale will love her—she’s theirs, after all, born and raised in vale, and look at what she’s started. the minority of vacuans who threw open their doors to welcome the refugees will think the world of her—if atlas hadn’t fallen so quickly, these are the people who would have done whatever they could to send help, and her example is an inspiration. 

and the rest of vacuo is going to fucking hate her. she’s the girl who asked the whole world to come running to help atlas and then the very next day dumped atlas and its problems into vacuo’s lap. is it fair to pin the blame for everything on ruby? fuck no, but she’s the face of this crisis for better and worse.

she’s not a threat to jax; he literally could not ASK for a more perfect scapegoat. she’s the girl from beacon who abandoned her school instead of fighting to save it. (<- explicitly how the crown and basically the entire shade student body views the beacon survivors.) she’s the girl who begged the world to come help atlas and then not even a full day later ran away AGAIN, dumping atlas on vacuo. she’s the reason the sky is crawling with atlesian and mistrali warships. she’s the reason grimm attacked the city every few days for months on end. the satellite she used to send her message is a fuckoff huge battleship looming over vacuo now. she keeps asking vacuans to set aside their differences and work together with the tens of thousands of refugees burdening the kingdom, and all of those refugees think she’s the best thing since sliced bread…

i think ruby will be a polarizing figure—possibly divisive enough that her return might be the final straw that rips the kingdom in half. ’cause like. the people with the most reason to admire her are also the ones the villainous nationalist group despises and wants to get rid of, and the 9.11 animatic flags hard that the crown’s support among vacuans has skyrocketed since the refugee crisis began. they’re not a fringe group anymore.

so on the one hand, the pressure put on ruby is going to be orders of magnitude more intense than ever before because she’s a celebrity beloved by the coalition’s supporters, most of whom are refugees, and between that and finding out vale is just gone now right after getting back, to judge by her characterization in rwby x jl2, ruby is NOT going to be coping well in the wake of her resolution to be all summer was and more. 

and on the other hand, to the crown’s supporters, who could very well now be the majority of vacuans living in the city proper, she’s the perfect scapegoat and they’re going to utterly despise her, inflaming the existing divide and maybe splitting what fence-sitters still remain at this point one way or another. ruby is both the girl who united the world and the girl who tore vacuo apart—rwby does love its contradictions!—which is a) not going to help her mental health situation at all, and b) a problem she and the rest of the shade coalition can only solve by winning the ideological argument. 

to put vacuo back together again they need to beat the idea that "outsiders" make vacuo weak and therefore to be strong vacuo has to drive out everyone deemed un-vacuan. more to the point, they’ll need to overcome the feeling that vacuo is suffering because the rest of the world came together for the refugees. which… is difficult and unfair, because the crown are the ones refusing to play ball and making everything harder than it needs to be, and because if the crown goes into open revolt then the coalition is going to have to fight back and that will make it even harder to make a convincing case that the coalition really does want to be fighting for vacuo, for all vacuans, not against them. it SEEMS impossible. but saving everyone in atlas and mantle seemed impossible, too. 

also, waves vaguely, i expect the vacuo arc will mirror atlas in various ways and this is one of them: the ascendant political movement are bad guys this time, reactionary nationalists, and the heroes are going to defeat them the hard way, no cheating, which will incite the healing of vacuo.

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pairing: santa!francisco "frankie" morales x fem!reader

word count & rating: 2.4k words | explicit - minors dni

summary: more santa frankie porn anyone?

tags: santa kink???, free use, spreader bar, creampie, come eating, facefucking, throatpie, anal sex, degradation, cum, pet names (honey, little girl, sweet girl, baby), praise, CUM AGAIN GUYS LIKE IDK WHAT HAPPENED HERE.

notes: i have had too much alcohol to edit this so take it as is. this is the part where i tell you i am actually gonna go on hiatus now, no posting from me. merry christmas, and to all a good night!!!!!

The spreader bar has your legs cramping, pulled tight against your body as your knees touch your bare chest. You’re wet, dripping and aching as you wait for him to get back. During the visit this morning, Santa saw to it that your pussy was put to good use, cumming inside you twice before he lapped at what dripped out. He’d left you with a swat on your thigh, promises of turning you into a toaster strudel later on something for you to hang onto.

It’s been hours since then, his cum still leaking from your used hole as you lay spread on this dark oak work bench. By your count, it’s been about a month and a half since the incident at the mall. True to his words, once the holiday season had wrapped, Santa whisked you away from the harsh reality of your real life back to the magical wonderland of Christmasville. Here, you have nothing to worry about—except, of course, swallowing Mr. Claus’ snowy load. Despite your efforts, you have yet to convince him that you’re a good girl.  Luckily you’ve still got most of the year to get him to change his mind.

You can hear the soft metal thud of the unlatched security bar falling from its place within the metal frame. Before being turned into an elf’s workshop-slash-playroom, this had been a stable for Dasher, Dancer, and the rest of the fleet. Now, it was where you stayed, getting very little sleep between the raucous orgasms that Santa Claus brought you with the smooth glide of his sugary cane. Your favourite activity was sucking his cock, Santa’s cum settling on your tongue with a slow-rolling sweetness to it.

When the barn doors swing open, he’s there, eyes waiting to take you in.

“You been a good girl while I was gone?” he asks.

“Yes, Mr. Claus,” you say softly.

“Hmm. I don’t know about that, little girl.”

“Please, Santa. I’m a good girl, I promise. I don’t know how I can prove it to you.” The fine links of metal that connect the leather cuffs that bind you to the bar between your legs rattle when you huff.

“In what world do good little girls talk back?” Fra—Santa asks.

He stalks over to your body with pounding steps. Santa rounds the table towards the end closer to your head rather than your pussy. He hauls you to the edge of the work table, your head jutting out from the edge of the surface. Immediately, he begins unbuttoning the front of his striped long johns. Whipping out his stunningly long cock, he rubs the swollen head across the seam of your lips. Sticking your tongue out, you lap at the sugary precum beading at the very tip of him. He pulls it away and smacks the length of himself against your cheek.

“Gotta teach you a lesson about politeness then, huh?”

Santa digs the thumb of his right hand into the crook of your jaw, forcing your mouth open. As soon as your lips part, he’s shoving his cock inside. He blocks your airway with his dick, sliding all the way to the back of your throat. A short thatch of hair tickles your nose.

“That’s right, little girl. Nice and quiet, huh? That’s how I like you.”

He runs the rough pads of his fingers over the skin of your throat, poking it with a firm press to touch himself. The action has you gagging, breaths stuttering as they come out of your nose.a

“Swallow,” Santa instructs you. You do as your told, swallowing around his cock as he rests inside your throat. “Bet you like it when I keep my sleigh in the garage like this. Nestled deep inside of you while you keep my cock warm. S’all you need to do, honey. No need to get all fussy, alright?” he asks.

You try your best to nod, telling him you understand. Still, he isn’t convinced.

“See, you’re hearing me but I don’t think you quite get it. Gotta really—” He withdraws from your mouth the slightest bit, only to slam back in with force from his hips. You choke again. “—communicate the point. Drive it home.”

He sets a punishing pace fucking your face, using your mouth for all it’s worth. Every time your throat bobs with a swallow, he squeezes your neck. The diminished airflow keeps you hazy, lightheaded as your vision swims. The sight and smell of him taking you like this has you wetter than the Atlantic Ocean, slick dripping from you down the seam of your ass.

“My little baby think’s she knows what’s best, huh? Only I get to determine when you’ve been a good girl. I know you think you are, but trust—fuck—trust me. Santa knows.”

Those words have you moaning around him, drool gathering on your lips and at the corners of your mouth.

“Gonna give you a little treat, alright? See how you like it.”

With another few thrusts, he’s spilling his silky load down your throat. Santa grunts roughly as each stripe paints your gullet. When he’s finished, he gives your cheek a gentle slap.

“Good job, honey,” he says as he slips out of you.

Hauling air into your lungs, your throat feels clogged. Cheekily, you blow him a bubble with the remnants left in your mouth. This earns you a rare-sought smile as he pops it, sticking his thumb in your mouth to suck. You lave your tongue over the ridges of it slowly, watching as Santa tucks his balls and cock into his fleece pants once again.

“You’re learning,” he whispers. From down here, it almost sounds endearing.

Santa uses the leverage on your head to push you back onto the table fully, the back of your skull resting against the warm table. Then he moves to the other end of your body, unlocking the small locks along the cuffs to release your hands and feet. Instinctively, you curl into yourself, nursing the spasming pain in your muscles.

You’re shocked when Santa engulfs your body in his arms, picking you up from the table in a cradling position.

“How does a nice hot bath sound?” he asks.

“Good, Santa. I’d like that,” you say. “Please and thank you.”

“Aw, honey. Bein’ a good little whore teaching you some manners, is it?”

He carries you from the shed-workshop, shielding your body from the Christmasville cold with the fluffy fabric of his coat sleeve.

“That’s a fuckin’ good girl,” Santa groans. You’re on his knees for him, panting against the table as you crane your neck to get a look at him. His eyes are trained to your rear, watching as he feeds his cock past the tight rim of your ass.

Your pussy flutters at the alluring sight, Mr. Claus purely enraptured as you take him into your body. He settles in your hole, pausing to savour the restricting warmth around his already spent cock. He’s been out here for a while, fucking your throat to train you out of that pesky gagging habit. Then he’d moved onto your pussy, giving it some well-deserved attention (his words) and wringing two orgasms from you.

“You’ve got a cute little cookie,” he says. “But nothing can beat the feel of this tight ass, honey.”

“Please, Mr. Claus. I need it,” you whisper.

“You’ll get it, little girl. Gonna be leaking pure Christmas Claus from all of your sweet fuckholes in no time.”

When he moves, he starts off slow, the glide aided by a generous helping of your slick, his cum, and some sort of sparkling lubricant.

“Snowman tears, honey. This shit will keep you slicker than egg nog.”

Each slow thrust has you moaning softly, the new sensation of fullness almost too much for your brain to process. You can’t think straight—not that you do much of that too often anymore anyway. Santa keeps a solid grip on your hips as he spears you, moans growing louder with each slide in and out of your asshole.

“Anyone ever had a piece of this brownie back here, little girl?”

“N-no, Mr. Claus. Just you.”

“That’s very nice to hear,” Santa says. “Ho ho, baby. This might just be enough to get you off that naughty list.”

Another thrust has you muttering a curse.

“Or not,” he says. “Sometimes I think you wanna stay there, honey.”

God, yes. Absolutely. If being bad gets you all of this? You’ll stay naughty forever.

Santa picks up speed, hand slithering down your side to find your clit. He takes advantage of your soaking folds, swiping a finger between them before returning it to your swollen nub. He pinches and pulls at it for a moment, more painful than pleasurable, before swirling around it with his index in time with every thrust.

Your forehead wrinkles as you draw your brows together, focusing on the candied coil of pleasure winding tighter and tighter in your low belly. Squeezing your ass around him earns you a drawn out moan and a harsh slap on your left cheek.

“Fuckin’ little whore, aren’t you baby? Born for this, eh? Shit, this hot little ass is gonna be full of me.”

“Please Santa. Mr. Claus, I need it.”

“How bad do you need me, little girl? How bad d’you need your Santa?” he asks.

Your Santa. Like Mrs. Claus isn’t his wife, like the world doesn’t turn on his holiday dial. If he’s yours right now, there’s no way you’ll ever get to keep him.

“So bad, Santa. I need it so, so bad. Need to take it. Feel it drip out of me.”

You gasp with a particularly harsh thrust, teeth set on the edge of your lip. He flops over your back, chest meeting your spine as he turns you into a festive twinkie. When he’s done emptying himself inside you, Santa pulls his cock out of you in one go. You can feel it dribble past your fucked out sphincter, leaving dots of icing at the edges of your pussy.

He runs a soothing hand down your spine, moving around the work table to take your face into his hands.

“Santa’s little girl,” he coos. You aren’t sure if he’s talking to you or not. When he slips two fingers past your lips, you forget about it instantly.

He takes them away just as quickly, returning to your ass as Santa gathers his cum that’s spilled out of you and presses it back into your hole. Over-sensitivity rocks your body in waves, each gentle push of him of him cramming cum back inside giving you shivers.

You lay on the floor, thick blankets beneath you as you look up. Santa holds himself over you, inside of you, panting into the crux of your neck. You can still feel him pulsing, thick cock stretching you open as he grits his teeth through his orgasm. When he’s finished, he carefully pulls away from you to lay on his back beside you.

“You’re a good girl, honey,” he says. You can feel his cum start to leak back out of you.

“You think so?” you ask.

“I know so,” Santa says. “Don’t play coy. You know it too.”

You roll onto your side, hips parallel with the floor. Holding your head up with your arm, your eyes find his. “Then why am I still here?”

It’s been months. By now, it must be nearing the warmer months of the year in places unlike Christmasville—which stays bitterly cold all year long. If he knows that you’re good, if you’ve earned a spot on the nice list…why has he kept you?

“I’ve grown a little fond of you, I guess.” You give him a curious look. “Lonely out here for an old man.”

He doesn’t look that old, but you don’t comment on it. Instead, you say, “It gets lonely back home for me too.”

“I can’t imagine how that’s true,” Santa says.

You stretch your legs, toes bending as his sticky spend smears between your thighs. “I don’t know how to explain it. Kind of like a resounding emptiness. Everyone’s moving a little too fast to catch them in time. Here, it’s…slower. You’ve got a moment to appreciate the little things.”

The soft line of his jaw, the white-grey beard that he keeps trimmed shorter now than when you first met. The way his eyes roll back when you twirl your tongue in tricks around his cock, or the smile he gives you when a particular moan of yours spurs him on further. Not yours, not yours, not yours. Mr. Claus is not the present he promised you. He is a man and myth covered in red tape—do not touch. Even though that’s literally all the two of you ever do.

Santa Claus lets out a deep yawn, pulling at the white whiskers of his mustache above his lip. He’s only clothed from the waist up, his plush coat unbuttoned as it hangs loose by his hips.

He blinks a few times, eyes finding yours. “Come here, little girl.”

Santa motions you closer to him. You scoot across the soft fabric—had he said it was polar bear pelt?—and let him envelope you with his arms.

Your relationship has evolved much beyond the simple terms of Santa and his little toy. The sex is gentler, and he shows up more often now. Sometimes in the middle of the night, when you’re half asleep and drowsy. Your encounters don’t always start with sex now, either. Cuddling, gentle caresses to the skin of your throat and clavicle.  He always holds you as he does now, a sense of dread crawling through your gut as you anticipate when Santa will take his leave.

You don’t love Santa Claus. That thought alone is insane. But then again, none of this makes a lot of sense in the first place. Sure, he’s married. Sure, he is the most prolific gift-giver of contemporary western culture, a holly jolly icon for children and corporations everywhere. He is already everyone else’s. Does that mean he can’t be yours, too?

Santa presses a kiss to your shoulder, pulling you from your thoughts. His cum is still seeping out of you, his cock wet and spent against the back of your thigh. These aren’t things to think about right now. Another time.

[midnightfire830]

Blog Boundaries

I am ok with:

- People drawing my AUs and characters as long as you either @ me or mention that it belongs to me. (Hell, I’ll even reblog and help support ur drawings)

- Asks about my AUs and characters in general are ok. From questions about how an AU works/aspects, questions directed to my characters, or even if you wanna give something to the characters

- I don’t mind if you draw your OCs in my AUs or with characters. Just don’t expect me to make it canon or draw it into canon.

- If there was an ask that didn’t fully explain something or you wanted to clear something up then by all means go to the comments I don’t mind. Or put in another ask. That’s another way to do it. DM’s are fine too.

- I don’t mind people putting in drawing requests or ideas in asks. Tho there’s a chance I won’t do it if I’m not too motivated by the request.

Things I am NOT ok with:

- Asking me or pressuring me to draw your AUs, characters, or OCs. Even for asks. Any kinds of other OCs or AUs I draw would only be for my close friends.

- Spamming me with the same asks. If you sent in an ask and I didn’t response don’t send in the same ask again. (That includes reiterating the same ask) I can see all interactions with my blog and posts. I see your asks, replies, comments, reblogs, and likes. If I do not respond to your ask it is for a good reason. Sometimes I’m trying to answer other asks, I’m drawing up a response (that takes time), I’m holding on to it for a later date, I’m lacking motivation on answering or I just don’t want to. Pressuring me to answer your ask Doesn’t. Help. Just because you put in an ask doesn’t mean you’re entitled to an answer.

- Being aggressive or pushy with asks. I’m ok with playful aggression targeted towards characters (say for example someone expressing they hate Dice from Royalty) that’s ok. But there’s a line. And some have started to toe that line. Please tone it down a bit.

- Please don’t include me in any kinds of drama. Both internet and off. This includes political topics, wars, events, gossip, etc. I seriously don’t want anything to do with it. The purpose of this blog is to share my AUs and ideas and support other artists. Not for drama. If you’re gonna tag me it should be about art, AUs, and fandom related. I’m not gonna waste my energy, time, or stress on other stuff like that.

- And ig in terms of topics I want to avoid things like: NSFW, incest, p*dophilia, r*pe, proshipping, permanent disfiguration (like chopping off limbs stuff outside of I guess whatever I have built into the lore of my AUs), outright physical torture or major character death. (The usual things)

Warning: if you cross one of these boundaries I will give you some (2-3) warnings. If you continue to cross boundaries I will block you.

I’m sorry to be harsh about this but I really have to put my foot down on this. I can’t tolerate people who won’t respect my boundaries.

This post might be subject to change and updated as time goes and as I interact more with viewers/readers. If you are wondering if something you’re doing might be crossing a boundary, you can use this post as a reference. I’ll pin it to my blog so anyone can find it.

If you are still not sure or want clarification, or you have a specific circumstance in mind, you can jump down to the comments section of this post, send me an ask, or even go to my DMs (if you want to ask privately). I will more than likely see your question and I’ll try my best to answer as soon as possible. It might take a bit depending on if I’m busy IRL. So please be patient.

Anyway, thank you guys for taking the time to read this and respecting my boundaries. Your support with my blog and art so far is greatly appreciated im excited to continue to interact with y’all going forward!

List of my AUs!!!

This link will take you to the AU guide I had pinned previously!

I will update it as I go with talking about my AUs!

Thanks again,

Midnight/Sanity

Last updated: 06/24/24

[shrekgogurt]

Well folks. I’m on my substitute teaching grind again this week! Scheduled each day up in hopes of getting some good writing done. I did on Monday! And then proceeded to finally start reading @ninemagicks Game/Set/Match yesterday and did that every bell so uhhhhhh. Today………..well ummmmm…..yeah today I worked on chapter graphics because I’m in big procrastination mode. I want to keep riding this wave of engagement (that sounds corporate gross) but I’m also very much in my head about delivering. I should probably channel this energy into writing the chapter since such pressure is Baz’s literal arc but uhhhhhhhh why do that when I could Simon avoid. I love being mentally well!

One might say I need to find my own bravado. (more under the cut)

lol the chapter title for 13 is bravado by lorde

ok anyway

“Work In Progress Wednesday” right? That means I can talk about the progress of every part of the process? Huh? Yeah? Are you gonna stop me? TRY! TRY TO STOP ME!

Aggression aside, let’s get into it.

As previously stated on Sunday, we find ourselves at intermission. But that’s just the theatrical way of slicing up the story. The fun thing about 24 chapters (I got rid of my originally planned intermission chapter because I didn’t want to write it anymore) is that math really loves the number 24. It’s scrumptious. Yummily divisible. Ergo, IKABIKAM also has/is/will be deliciously divided. Afterall, I do keep saying I’m cooking on it.

Now, to put @alexalexinii on blast (sorry for perceiving you), they wrote in the tags of a Chapter 12 reblog: #made me realise that this fic had proper arcs? And I grinned. I cackled. I rubbed my grubby little hands together at the top of my tower as I’ve been doing this whole time because oh ARCS???????? YOU WANT ARCS???????????? I’VE GOT ARCS LYING IN WAIT LIKE YOU WOULDN’T BELIEVE. (I love overselling myself.)

Allow me to let you in on some of the building blocks thus far.

Chapters 1, 2, 3: a complicated reunion which is shaky but ultimately sets up

Chapters 4, 5, 6: developing the friendship which is a crucial foundation for

Chapters 7, 8, 9: the gay (Baz’s increasingly more external “hi i’m gay”, Simon’s internal “oh wait me too”) which then explodes into

Chapters 10, 11, 12: all that political parent stuff that’s been hinted at in passing which is BIG relevant and incredibly intertwined in this tangled up mess that leads into the work of….

You get it. They’re mini trilogies. Don’t ask me about dividing the chapters into groups of four because I didn’t have that in mind while writing. I like threes better. Always have. Absolute banger of a prime number.

If you for some reason want to read more about the structure, I write a little more about it in this wipsday from when I was procrastinating 9.

Now, @cutestkilla keeps telling me I’m at the downward slope now but honestly delivering on what I’ve set up scares the shit out of me WAY more than the grunt work. I’m uhhhhh yeah. This is why I’m chronically unable to finish projects but by GOD I will finish this one. I swear by it.

So here are three sentences. You get to guess from who and when.

Loving him comes as naturally as breathing. It’s intuitive when I’m not thinking. Or rather, when I’m not panicking.

If you want to follow along with all the songs I’m hyperfixating on as inspiration I’ve been sharing them over on the “shrogurt” instagram. There’s nothing I love more than talking way too much about this damn fic. Thanks for reading!

And thank you for the tags today: @nausikaaa @facewithoutheart @hushed-chorus @artsyunderstudy @prettygoododds @emeryhall

Now tagging: @brilla-brilla-estrellita @captain-aralias @dani-vc @ebbpettier @excalisbury @facewithoutheart @fatalfangirl @hagnoart @iamamythologicalcreature @ileadacharmedlife @imagineacoolusername @ivelovedhimthroughworse @j-nipper-95 @larkral @letraspal @martsonmars @messofthejess @moodandmist @mooncello @nightimedreamersworld @onepintobean @palimpsessed @raenestee @rimeswithpurple @theearlgreymage @theimpossibledemon @thewholelemon @valeffelees @whogaveyoupermission @youarenevertooold @you-remind-me-of-the-babe

[grogusmum]

WIP Wednesday

Thanks for tagging me @wildemaven @katareyoudrilling @nerdieforpedro @ladamedusoif @connectioneverywhere 💚💚💚

I've posted 4 fics last month, which was very exciting since I've been in a terrible rut for MONTHS. When I felt like I was getting on the other side of it, I prioritized updates like IRL, Mourning Moon for Wheel of the Year, and Class of 74. Only one was a new one-shot.

The next ones I am focusing on are two I've talked about A Kind Hearted Woman, my depression era Ezra fic and A Dark and Stormy Night, my lighthouse keeper Frankie fic, an update for A Galaxy Far Far Away, and one new idea that came to me just recently.

I'm not sure what I've shared already about these two but here are some excerpts (I apologize if anything is a repeat)

From A Kind Hearted Woman-

The pair of travelers arrived at your back gate. Cee traces finger on the small cat carving on the fence post. “It's here, it's really here,” Cee whispers. “As stipulated by our Georgian box car companion,” Ezra assured as he opened the gate. “Yes, but did you really believe him?” Ezra winks and walks the back path to the kitchen porch, he takes off his hat before wrapping on the screen door. Cee waits and a cat comes from the detaching garage and attaches itself to her legs leaning and circling. She laughs at the creaky little meow. After a sharper, though nevertheless polite, knock - “Well, little bird, it seems the lady of the house is not at home,” he concludes. “We should not be caught loitering about. Let's see what this seaside hamlet has to offer a pair of adventurers such as ourselves.”

From a Dark and Stormy Night-

In the middle of the night, you feel a weight on your chest, soft and warm. Your eyes flutter open and blocking the light coming from the woodstove as an enormous shape that presses on you, as your eyes focus, it huffs a breath, and you recognize it as a sleeping dog sound. It was huge, with pointed ears. How did you not see or hear it, when you came in, whether a watchdog or no, wouldn’t it have come to investigate? You continued to asses, its chest full weight is on you as well, its muzzle at your collarbone, a front leg on either side of you, fully caging you in. Your hand came up, fingers sinking into its plush fur, like a husky’s or a wolf’s… you shook your head, not a wolf, of course, but those dogs that look like them. Its steady heartbeat and relaxed breathing lull you back to sleep before you can think, maybe it’s an elkhound you drifted under again.

A Galaxy Far Far Away A Weekend Without You

Din's arms wrapped tightly around you as he stood behind you, chest pressed to your back, his chin on your shoulder, listening, as you went over your list- "... I'll be back Sunday night," you looked at your phone, "my Uber will be here soon." "Still don't know why I couldn't drive you to the airport." "Because you get a lead foot on the highway, Din. Local roads." You turned in his arms," Until we can figure out how to get you a license - Local. Roads. Djarin. Remember what I said about New Hampshire cops..." "They suck?" Din smirked. "Yep, especially the Staties."

This one is the new one His Voice and it's Frankie as a paramedic

“C-can I have an ice pack for my face? It feels like it's on fire.” You heard a sigh, not an exasperated one, it sounds empathic but also about to give you bad news. The paramedic said your name as his gloved hand took yours, warm and wide. Comforting despite the medical gloves. “I promise you I would if I could. But the damaged skin will get too cold and it will die. Benny here's gonna get you to the hospital as fast as humanly possible. And I’m right here. Inthat right Ben?”  “You bet,” called the driver you assumed was Benny. Your hand tightened around his with every wave of pain. “Breathe, just keep breathing slow and deep.” 

I have a handful still on the back burners because they are being difficult, I don't have snippets to share but happy to talk about them if anyone is interested-

A second chance fic with Joel

A return to hometown to get your life back together fic with Dieter

Welp that's all the Plot Bunnies wrought thus far...

No pressure tags go out to @oonajaeadira @insomniamamma @prolix-yuy @ezrasbirdie @firstofficerwiggles @thewayofthemandalorian @mandoblowmybackout

AND YOU!

[candycharmss]

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷‧₊˚💕 ‧₊˚ I HAD THIS FEELING, AS I WAS FALLING ~ . . .

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷‧₊˚💕 ‧₊˚ THE SOUND 'CROSS THE BAY, WAS THE SOUND OF YOU CALLING ~ . . .

INFO UNDER THE CUT ~ !

Hey hi! My name is Dew!! I’m just a silly guy that’s just here to talk about my silly little f/os!! You know how it is!!! I know my account is empty (mainly bc i am so nervous to be entering this place again ahA...) but I promise you I’m gonna be pretty much active here, just like i was on my main! I figured maybe a side blog would be nicer, plus I can yap way more ehehe. 💕

Oh yea my main is @candycoffinss HE/she pronouns! ʚ♡ɞ Genderfluid ʚ♡ɞ Gay ʚ♡ɞ Adult

I will warn you though, this blog is VERY horror/gore themed, I love spooky stuff! So be cautious pls <3

Please no doubles D: … nothing personal I promise!!! It just kinda makes me feel not so great :( this might change we’ll see :L…

... Since I am an adult, so there might be the occasional suggestive post but I will be tagging it as #suggestive and #suggestive cw so I’d like to politely ask for minors to block it! Or anyone who’s uncomfortable, really. But I promise there won’t be a bunch! Maybe just funny memes. :P!

I have a bunch of f/os… like, a lot.. But my main focuses are these fellas!!

💫 Arthur D4venp0rt from 4rt 0f M0re! I like to say I'm his #1 bf because I'm sure almost nobody else has rlly heard of this show ehehe <33 I just started watching it and I decided he'd be a f/o of mine!!!! He's a cutie <33. The ship name is Chocolate Coins! He has a lot of money so i thought it'd make sense. :3 Aannnddd for tags... |♡|🎨 ~ YOUR SONG ! 🎨 ✎ . . . My sweetheart <3 💫 Sc0tt T1bbs from the S4w franchise! Admittedly I haven’t seen a bunch of love for him but I figured that I could provide that <3 besides, he’s such a cool guy :3 the ship name for him and my s/i or oc is Rockcandy and his tags are |♡|🎸 ~ KILLSHOT ! 🎸 ✎ . . . My rockstar <3 💫 St4nford P1nes from Gr4vity F4lls! Chat… Chat he is so kind… I’ve liked him for FOREVER and now I can be open about it!!! Yay!! The ship name is Dewford or Smarties! Can you tell I like candy themes? His tags are |♡|✋ ~ HE BLINDED ME WITH SCIENCE ! ✋ ✎ . . . My nerd <3

Sooo yeah! There’s some other ones, but they’re all on my carrd! Yippee!!!

What else do I put… um…

OH! Tags.. Tags!! Let's see here... AHA!

⚰️ ✎ . . . Dew's Coffin - Me talking! Just simply thinking of stuff :3

🦴 ✎ . . . Dew's Bones - Art tag!! Yay!!

🧠 ✎ . . . Dew's Brain - Thoughts!! Maybe F/O imagines!! We'll see!

🫀 ✎ . . . Dew's Heart - F/O gushing :33 ehehehehehhe

🦷 ✎ . . . Dew's Teeth - Fanart/gift tag! Of course I'm not forcing this but just in case it's needed ;P, I've somehow managed to get a bunch of fanart in general so ahA--

🪦 ✎ . . . Dew's Gravestone - Reblog game responses!

🩸 ✎ . . . Dew's Blood - Suggestive posts

👻 ✎ . . . Dew's Hauntings - Asks! Ur all my little ghosts :3

SINCE THE BOOK OF BILL HAS BECOME MORE POPULAR I FIGURED MAYBE I SHOULD SAY THIS:: DONT TALK AB IT IF YOU SHIP BILLFORD! nothing personal, I just get uncomfortable! You're still good to interact just please don't tag anything I post as billford please! <3 Proshippers don’t talk to me, you’re all stinky as hell smh >:L same with just general dni criteria. Don’t be a freak man, it’s not that hard :( Also DNI if you're like, a comshipper or if you're that kinda freak that likes abusive stuff like girlypop... no.... Also zoophiles, necrophiles, etc. I've had the displeasure of having followers of that so :/ never again, never again... youch... Also if you're anti-lgbtq, homophobic, transphobic, yadda yadda... Yeah no, not on my BLOG >:/

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Lily of the Valley

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: Jason Todd dies and comes back to life. As the League takes him in, he navigates his morality and family values over the years.

Chapters: 19/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Talia al Ghul, Ra’s al Ghul, Damian Wayne, Barbara Gordon, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Sheila Haywood

Relationships: Jason Todd/Original Character(s)

Additional Tags: Immortal Jason Todd, League of Assassins Jason Todd, Protective Talia al Ghul, Good Parent Talia al Ghul, Jason Todd Needs a Hug, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Hurt/Comfort, Adopted Children, Resurrected Jason Todd

Chapter Nineteen: European Yew

Jason stood outside his old apartment before he dropped Saru’s hand. “Jason, you don’t have to—.”

“There’s—. The last time I was here, the place was made up like a—. It’s a memorial,” Jason interrupted. Saru frowned. “Going in there is like stepping into a coffin… And I won’t do it again. If you go down that alley and head up the fire escape, it’s the one in the middle on the second floor.” Jason pointed her in the direction of his apartment. Jason hugged himself as he watched Saru go up the fire escape. She disappeared, and he pulled his hood up and put on sunglasses, hiding his face.

From the street, Jason had a perfect view of the group home. It looked so friendly on the outside, but Jason knew how places like that were. He glanced backward at his apartment and sighed. His conscience couldn’t let him turn a blind eye to the evil in that house. “Saru… I didn’t leave you. I promise,” Jason mumbled. He rushed across the street to the group home and snuck around back. A few of the boys were out back, boxing. Some of the boys looked excited, while others looked apprehensive. “Hey, kid! You new or somethin’?” a boy shouted. Jason nodded. The boy stood nearly a foot above Jason and approached at a threatening pace. “Come on. Let’s fight.”

Jason chuckled. “No,” Jason answered.

The boy shoved him. “Come on. Are you scared?” he asked.

“I’m not… Trust me,” Jason replied, “And you’re not gonna be able to tick me off.”

The older boy smacked Jason upside his head. “You’re not going anywhere until you fight me… House rules, Princess,” he teased as he yanked Jason’s hair. Jason swatted his hand away and sighed.

“I’m not governed by the law of the house. I’m here to talk to the witch of the house,” Jason replied.

The boy spit in his face, and the other children gasped. Jason bowed and chuckled and wiped the spit from his cheek and glasses. “That wasn’t polite,” Jason replied. Ra’s and Talia trained him better than that. The boy hocked and spat in Jason’s face a second time. “Okay… You won’t get a third time to do that. I promise you this won’t end well… I’m not here to fight.”

Without a word, the boy moved to knee Jason. Jason blocked him, sighing as he knocked the boy off his feet and rolled the boy over onto his stomach as he broke the boy’s arm. The older boy shrieked in pain. “Excuse me. Can any of you point me toward the woman of the house?” Jason asked politely. A gangly boy with glasses nodded and beckoned Jason with an awkward twitch of the head toward the shed. He led Jason halfway through the backyard and stopped.

“You don’t wanna talk to Ma Gunn… You seem like a tough guy. But trust me... Ma Gunn’s no Mother Teresa—.”

Jason pulled the tall boy aside. “That’s what I wanted to know. What’s going on in this place?” Jason questioned. The boy shook his head.

“You don’t wanna know. Trust me,” the tall boy replied. Jason frowned, deciding to leave it be for the time being.

Jason approached the shed and knocked on the door, and the woman blew cigar smoke in his face. She looked past Jason at the commotion in the yard and chuckled. “You break Garrett’s arm?” Ma Gunn asked. Jason nodded. “You’re a tough little shrimp… I’ll give you that. What do you want?”

“Who’s Willis, and why did you think I was some kid named Jason?” Jason asked. He didn’t want anyone in Gotham to know he was alive, but he had to know why she knew them.

“Willis is my son… And Jason’s his son. You’ve got Willis’ hair… But you couldn’t be his kid. His kid died,” Ma Gunn replied, “Willis is dead too.”

“Well, maybe you should get your head checked before you ask a guy if he’s your dead grandson… And I’m serious about your boys. You really should keep a better eye on them. Someone could get killed,” Jason threatened.

“I’d eat you for breakfast, Kid… Come see me when you’ve got a couple of whiskers on your chin,” Ma Gunn teased. Jason huffed and went on his way.

When he reached the sidewalk, Saru ran toward him, grabbed him by his hoodie, and embraced him. “I thought you left me,” Saru whimpered. Jason wrapped his arms around her.

“Let’s go home, okay?” Jason replied. He rested his chin atop her head. “I wouldn’t leave you here alone.”

Saru nodded as she let go and backed away. “Sorry, that was—. That wasn’t—. Yeah. Let’s go home,” Saru stammered.

*

Saru was near-silent on the jet. She lay on the couch watching Jason cook. “Am I allowed to ask about earlier?” Jason questioned.

Saru sat up straight. “Do you remember me telling you that I had a brother?” Saru asked. Jason nodded, glancing up from his vegetables as he watched her unbraid her hair.

“Imay?” Jason asked. Saru nodded.

“Yeah. Imay was the only family I had. We grew up in the League together. I was a baby when our parents died on assignment in England. My brother was six or seven. Imay wasn’t like me. He didn’t take to killing people like I did. He feared me… That’s why he raised me as a Buddhist. He thought it’d make me appreciate the sanctity of life more… So, I don’t kill unless I have to.

“I loved my brother more than anyone in this world. His last assignment was with me. I was supposed to watch his back… Jason… Imay rushed ahead of me when he saw our target. There was a tripwire. He should’ve seen it, but I—. I was so far behind him I didn’t see it either. A flash of light blinded me. When I came to, I was covered—. I was in shock. I stood up and started searching for him.

“So, I thought—.” Saru hid her face in her hands.

Jason frowned. “Saru… I’m so—. I won’t scare you like that ever again. I promise,” Jason whispered. Saru breathed deeply before collecting herself.

“Where did you go? You never said,” Saru replied.

“Oh… I met my grandmother today. I hate her,” Jason replied, “The evil old crook I told you about is my grandma.”

Saru chewed her lip and nodded before laughing. Jason chuckled. “It’s a good thing I didn’t kill her. I can’t kill your grandma, even if she is evil,” Saru roared with laughter. Jason tried to contain his amusement, but it was written all over his face.

“I would’ve forgiven you. I think half the kids there would’ve forgiven you… We can always return and kill my grandma together,” Jason half-joked. Saru walked over to the kitchen and tapped her fingers on the counter. They met eyes, and Jason’s confidence quickly faded. He set the knife down, offering Saru his full attention. “Thank you… For reminding me that I’m alive.” Saru flashed a sweet smile, but her eyes were filled with tears.

“Thank you for letting me see your home,” Saru replied. The tone of her voice carried a sweetness to it, rendering Jason speechless. He could only swallow hard in reply.

[reigningqueenofwords]

Let's Make a Deal

Pairing: Dean x Gabby (OC), Reader x Crowley Word count: 1,819

Read on AO3

Part 1 of Father Dearest

Tilting your head back, you downed your third shot. Currently, it was just you and Sam sitting at a booth in the bar. Dean had gone off to fetch his current girlfriend. You hadn’t spent too much time with her, but you just didn’t like her. Simply chalking it up to not knowing her, you had no objections to her tagging along. Seeing movement out of the corner of you eye, you looked over and grinned. There was Dean. You’d been in love with him for about a year now, and while it hurt knowing you weren’t his type, you were happy for him. “Welcome back!” You beamed.

“You guys remember Gabby?” He said as she sat down.

“Yeah. How are you?” You tried to be polite for Dean’s sake.

Her eyes quickly scanned over you, and you knew why. She was thin and pretty. Chances are, she was a cheerleader in high school, and never left that mindset. You? You had some meat on you. Neither boy had ever commented on it, but you were very self-conscious. If you actually took the time to do hair and make-up, you thought you were pretty attractive. Who had time for that in the hunting world, though? Gabby gave you a fake smile, making you tighten your jaw. “I’m good, sweetie.” She said.

“Whey don’t you girls get to know each other, and we’ll go get some drinks.” Dean suggested. You let Sam out and watched them walk away. It was pretty crowded, so you knew that they would be a bit.

“You should probably leave.” She said, your eyes snapping to her.

Raising your eyebrow, you looked confused. “I’m sorry? What?”

She chuckled. “Men that look like that don’t need to be seen with girls who look like…you.” Gabby shrugged. “You’re what? Fifty pounds over weight?” She guessed, her eyes looking you over again. “I also see how you look at Dean. Keep dreaming, honey. He isn’t a chubby chaser. Obviously.” Her words stung. It brought back all the rude comments from school. All the teasing, the jokes, the pranks. “I’d also look into a gym membership.” She added.

You chewed your lip slightly. As you went to open your mouth, you saw the boys returning. Letting Sam in, you gave him a small smile. “I’ll be right back. Just gonna run to the bathroom.” You motioned to the side. They nodded, turning their attention to each other, and their drinks. Holding back tears, you made it look like you were going to the bathroom, but you looped around the bar and walked out.

The motel that you were staying at was only a few blocks away, so you simply walked back. It was a cool spring night, so you weren’t worried about getting cold. Taking a deep breath, you wiped away a stray tear. You had no idea if you were doing the right thing. You had no idea if Dean would hate you after this or not. All you knew was that if you didn’t, you would be the fat friend for the rest of your life, always the target for people like her.

Walking into your room, you shut the door and kicked off your shoes. It was ten minutes before you gained the courage to do what you planned. “Damn it.” You muttered. “Crowley!” You said as loud as you dared. He seemed to have a soft spot for you, so he usually would show up when you called.

“Yes, love?” He asked from behind you. Spinning around, his face fell. “What’s wrong?” He asked.

Licking your lips, you swallowed. “I…I want to make a deal, Crowley.” You told him. “I want you to give me the perfect body.”  Another tear escaped.

He moved closer to  you, shaking his head. “What’s brought this on? There’s absolutely nothing wrong with your body. You’re a goddess.”

“No, I’m not.” You sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Dean’s new girlfriend reminded me of that tonight.” The mention of Dean’s name made Crowley’s face shift from concerned to angry. “She pointed out how over weight I am, how men that look like them don’t need to be seen with girls like me, and that she sees how I look at Dean. Told me to keep dreaming, that he’s not a chubby chaser.” Crowley had moved to pull you into his side as you cried.

Gently making you look at him, he smiled. “I’m going to show you exactly how you should be treated. If that bloody moron can’t see how amazing you are, it’s because he doesn’t deserve you.” He said sweetly. “Will you let me show you how gorgeous you really are?”

After a moment, you bit your bottom lip and nodded. Maybe you just needed someone to hold you for the night, make you believe the words he was saying. Even if when you woke up, reality would set it.

Crowley really did make you feel like a goddess that night. Not once did you feel the need to shy away. He hadn’t even zapped away right after, which was slightly shocking. You two had laid naked, under the covers, chatting. It was nice to relax and laugh. You had no expectations from sleeping with him, and you wouldn’t pretend to. Before you knew it, you had drifted off, snuggling your pillow between  your arms, your head resting on just part of it. He had slipped out quietly after pulling the sheet up to your shoulders.

Once he was sure you wouldn’t wake, he got dressed and clenched his jaw. Snapping his fingers, he popped himself into Dean’s room, which wasn’t too far down the hall. “Hello, Squirrel.” His smooth voice broke the silence around the moans in the room.

The girl that was on top of Dean screamed and rolled off of him, pulling the sheet over her chest. Dean covered himself and leaned on his elbows. “What the hell, Crowley?” He snapped.

“See, for once, my issue isn’t entirely with you.” Crowley shrugged. “It’s with her.” He pointed to Gabby, making her eyes go wide.

“I’ve never even met you!” She yelled.

He shrugged, giving her a ‘whatever’ look. “Ah, but I’ve heard about you.” Dean looked confused. “Don’t look so confused, Squirrel.” He snapped, obviously annoyed. “See, your little fling there? The one looking like she went swimming in mommy’s make up? She said some very hurtful things to Y/N this evening.” His eyes were staring at Gabby. “She needs to be taught a lesson. See, she needs to know what it feels like to be judged negatively by her looks. Well, and that looks aren’t everything.” Snapping his fingers, a grin spread across his cheeks. “Now, you’re going to gain weight. Lots of it. So, you may want to go shopping. Oh! And before I forget, I’d get used to being in the dark.” Turning to Dean, his face fell. “As for you, if I have to comfort her again, you won’t get off as easy.” With that, he was gone.

“What the hell?” Dean mumbled. He slid out of bed and pulled on his boxer briefs and jeans.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Gabby snapped, obviously offended.

He looked over his shoulder. “To see what the hell that was about, that’s what.” Getting up, he didn’t bother with his shirt. He had the spare key to your room, so he didn’t even knock once he got there. Walking in, he stopped dead in his tracks. He did not expect to see you laying naked in bed. Clearing his throat, he shut the door a bit loudly.

Groaning, you stretched. “Crowley, what the he–” You stopped as you looked over your side, eyes growing wide. Sitting up, you pulled the sheet tight to your chest. “Uhhhh…” You looked around, spotting a note from Crowley.

Hello, Love. You were sleeping so peacefully, I didn’t want to wake you. The issue has been addressed. I had an amazing time. If you ever need reminding, you know who to call. -Crowley

Smiling, you set it down on the nightstand. “You slept with Crowley?!?!” Dean snapped you out of your own little world. “Crowley. The King of Hell?” He was pissed.

You held the sheet to you as you got out of bed. “Excuse me?” You were pissed, tear stains still on your cheeks, made more evident by your mascara. “Why the hell do you care?” Shaking your head, your knuckles turned white on the sheets. “Just because you wouldn’t touch me with a ten foot pole, doesn’t mean other men don’t find me attractive. Apparently, Crowley is one of them.” You told him.

“So, what? Are you dating him or something? How long have you been sleeping with him?”

“No. And just tonight. Not that it’s any of your business.” Your cheeks were heating up, between your anger, and realizing that all you were wearing was a bed sheet. “Now, If you’ll excuse me, I think you should leave.” Your voice was calm.

Dean stood his ground. “No.” He crossed his arms.

You looked at him, shocked. “And why not?” You asked, tilting your head.

Licking his lips, he moved a bit closer. “Because I don’t like the thought of that douche-bag touching what should be mine.” His voice held a danger to it, sending shivers down your spine.

“If you cared so much, why go out and bang every Barbie you can get to drop their panties?” You snapped, dropping your own voice. “And why not say anything until now? Don’t want to admit that you’re into a bigger girl?”

He narrowed his eyes. “I didn’t want to push you away!” Dean said, sighing. “I didn’t think that you’d be interested in me. Gabby’s the first girl you’ve seen me date, I fly off the handle easily, and I have a habit of dying. Not exactly the kind of guy you should go for.”

“You’re an idiot.” You teased. “I’ve been in love with you for ages.”

Dean looked shocked. “Really?” He asked, hopeful.

You nodded. “But, I need time, Dean. If anything is going to happen between us, I need time. I can’t jump into anything. Not after tonight. Not after Gabby.” You told him honestly.

“I get it. She’s gone. Walked out when I came over here.” He shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I’ll give you whatever time you need. Can we just…not let this effect our friendship in the mean time? And no more sleeping with Crowley?” The thought made him cringe.

You gave him a small smile. “I can try. And, don’t worry, it’s not like I plan on jumping into bed with him any time soon. So, now that that’s settled, can I get some sleep?”

Dean chuckled. “Yeah. Night, Y/N.” He said, kissing your forehead before walking out. That was an unexpected night.

[elsweetheart]

Hey homie is love ur writing but I don’t want to accidentally request some thing not allowed so do you have any rules?? 🫶🏼 

hey! oops i totally forgot to write a rules list thing so here it is, i’ll have it linked on my pinned too so it’s easily accessible from now on. i may add to it over time 💕

kitties rules 🎀

general rules

no hate, bigotry, or bashing what / how i write. this should go without saying.

do not spam my ask box if i haven’t answered your request. i’m either getting round to it, i don’t have inspiration for it, or i don’t like it. additionally, if i do not like your request i will just delete it. nothing against you, but i do not have to feel pressured on my own blog.

eating disorder accounts DO NOT INTERACT WITH ME. i have to click most profiles to check if there’s an age or some kind of idea of age on your page and i find that content triggering and shouldn’t have to see it. do not follow, do not like, do not reblog.

i am happy to talk to anyone and give out advice, however please do not bring me any super heavy / trauma related rants. tumblr writers are not therapists. i sympathise with you but i must set a boundary and i cannot help you.

only claim an emoji anon if you’re actually going to send me asks! the amount of times someone asks to claim an emoji for their anons but then never message me again has just gotten too much sadly. additionally, please don’t just send ‘can i claim *insert emoji* anon?’ you can claim it if you say something else or converse with me in the ask for the reasons above !!

do not slander pillow princesses / stone tops.

no abby bashing on my page. block my abby tag, or leave. i really don’t care! just don’t bring it here.

no drama, gossiping about other blogs, or comparing my writing to another writers. i’m not that kinda blog and i’m not entertaining rudeness. unless of course, you are making me aware of another writer stealing / being overtly problematic so that i can quietly unfollow etc.

do not bash my interpretations of the characters i write for. whilst you might not agree, as i could make tweaks to what is canonically true about them (e.g: the version of ellie i write for is 5’7) these are my personal interpretations and headcanons which are not up for argument.

do not repost my work, do not translate my work, and please do not copy my writing and just tweak it so it’s for another character. especially if it’s just another tlou character because more times than not i will see it and i find it kind of disrespectful.

if you don’t have your age in your bio, i’m not writing your request or even replying to you. simple as that, i’ve asked you to respect my rules so if you don’t i’m not writing for you!

please be kind to me! i love how enthusiastic you all are but please remember to be polite as i am a person and not a writing machine. if you’d like to request something in my ask box, please do not say something like “i need more ____ now!!” as i will probably just delete it unfortunately!

additionally to this, if i say i’m not writing a part 2 to a fic, most of the time i’m going to stick by that. i appreciate you enjoyed the first one a lot, and i don’t wanna sound mean — but begging me to write a part 2 when i already said no is just gonna irritate me. sorry!

writing rules (tw)

i will not write about:

men, this is a safe space for wlw / nblw

sexual assault / r*pe. again, this is a safe space.

additional to this i will not write cnc. not bashing anyone who’s into it, but i am uncomfortable with it.

self harm / suicide

i will not write for reader with a mental illness / disability that i do not have. i have adhd, so i am happy to write for adhd reader but that is all. i want everyone to feel included and validated of course but i am scared of including stereotypes / misinformation and doing more harm than good! also i just don’t know how to write it lol! i don’t really want to write for body issues / insecurities for the most part either.

ddlg / age play. i am comfortable to write daddy/mommy but not as an entire lifestyle.

i don’t write a whole lot of angst with no resolution / happy ending. absolutely no hate to people who write that, i just get sad easily and don’t want to put myself through that lol!

i don’t write dom!reader im sorry! there are lots of fantastic, talented blogs out there that do but as i am a submissive pillow princess i wouldn’t even know where to begin and writing it just wouldn’t be pleasurable for me!

i will add to this list, but basically if i am not comfortable writing something i just will not!

let’s all just have safe respectful fun ! 💕

[wordborne]

All for Us

Jerome Valeska finds someone new to torment.

That someone is, unfortunately, you.

TAGS: Jerome Valeska/Reader, alternate universe, unhealthy relationships, bad decisions, canon-typical violence, major character death, eventual smut, Jerome can only be classified as nuisance to lover. CHAPTER: 1, 2, 3, ?

Times like these made you hate your job.

If it weren’t for the current state of affairs, you’d seriously consider turning in a very polite resignation letter -without giving a two weeks' notice, of course- and never setting foot in that place again. Hell, not even on the same block. But you didn’t have the luxury of doing that, so you had to give your boss a tight-lipped smile when he asked you to finish something he was supposed to do 5 minutes before your shift ended. He was one of those hotshots who didn’t believe in paying overtime, because why would he? It was bad business.

Asshole.

The GCPD hadn’t officially placed a curfew, but staying home after 9 p.m. was an unspoken rule that most people followed. That you had followed until you’d stumbled out of your workplace at 11p.m., tired and angry, hoping the look plastered on your face would be enough to deter whoever wanted to approach you as you walked back home. The buses weren’t operating at this time, neither were the taxis. No one wanted to take the risk when there was so much shit going on. And, honestly? You didn’t blame them.

The streets were lined with blood. Screams echoed in every corner, some joyful, some soul-splitting. You kept your gaze straight ahead, ignoring the bodies littered on the sidewalks. The ripped clothes and broken bottles strewn everywhere. The ginger man who’d suddenly appeared at the corner of your eye, keeping your pace, hands stuffed in his pockets.

“Where you goin’?” “Home.”  “Sounds fun. I’m in.” “No, you’re not.” You hissed, finally turning your head to glare at him before walking a little faster and holding your bag a little tighter against your body. A bottle of pepper spray hung from one of the straps, and if he got any closer, you wouldn’t hesitate to dump the whole thing on his face. “You seriously think that is gonna keep you alive?” Jerome laughed, pointing to the little bottle you held on to like a lifeline. “You need me.” “I don’t.” “Fine.” He stopped dead in his tracks and, with one of his sardonic smiles, motioned you to go on. Alone.

And so you did, brows knitted together. You didn’t need Jerome. Why would you? The apartment was just a couple of blocks away. And, sure, some people were looking at you as if you were a fresh piece of meat, but they could rob you if they wanted. You had, what, 10, 15 bucks tops in your purse? Stealing your phone would actually do you a solid so you could finally claim the insurance you were tricked into getting a year ago. The only thing you’d miss was your ID because getting a new one right now was a pain in the ass. But, other than that? You’d be fine. Even if a big, bulky man called you from the other sidewalk. Even if he was now taking purposeful strides towards you, commanding you to stop and calling you colorful words when you picked up the pace.  Jerome was probably having the time of his life watching your feeble attempts at running away from the man. Bastard probably laughed when you were shoved against a wall, rusty knife pressed to your throat. “Are you deaf, or just stupid?” Probably the latter, you mused, as you stood as still as you could, hands held up in surrender, heart racing so hard you were certain if would jump out of your chest in any minute.    “Just take my bag, everything I have is in there.” “That’s not what I want.” He got impossibly closer, his hot, putrid breath making your nose wrinkle in disgust as he slapped the bag away from your body. “I wanna see what color your guts are.” So this is how you were going out, death by lack of dental hygiene and a tetanus infused knife lodged in your belly. You should’ve written a letter. Left it on your desk and blamed your boss for anything that happened tonight just because he was too booked and busy to finish his own yearly report.  And then you heard the bang. You stood still as the man’s body slumped forwards, head falling right above your shoulder where you could see the exit wound of a bullet on his skull, blood steadily dripping down your blazer. He was dead. He was fucking dead, and he was right beside you, and- A small scream escaped your lips as you shoved him away, a loud thump following as his body as he fell to the floor, light completely drained from his eyes. Everyone was, to some degree, desensitized by death. It was Gotham, after all. But seeing a dead body meters away and having one right beside you were completely different things. Your heart rate was picking up again. Cold sweat washing over your body as loud footsteps approached you. You didn’t have it in you to look up, eyes glued to your dead assailant. 

“Told ya.” Jerome smiled, gun still in his hand, smelling like gunpowder and smoke and all things bad. He stepped over the body, making sure to dig his heel right on the man’s windpipe with a crack before he looked back at you. “So, home, right?” As much as you hated to admit it, having Jerome Valeska by your side did wonders for your survival rate. People ran away. Cheered when he walked by. Didn’t flinch when he fired a shot at some rando for making too much noise ‘cause people were sleeping, y’know? As if the gunshot didn’t echo through the whole block. As if the blood on his hands meant nothing at all. He rolled his eyes and huffed when you couldn’t place the key on the doorknob and yanked it away from your hands to do it himself, shutting the door as you headed to the couch and slumped on it, staring idly at the TV screen until Jerome turned it on. It was as if nothing had happened. He switched channels until something caught his eye. Hummed as he rummaged through the fridge and grabbed the waffles he’d asked for the last time he’d been there and promptly shoved them in the toaster. The ding made you flinch more than you cared to admit. Then, he was on the couch, a plate of syrup-covered waffles on his lap, eyes glued to the TV, the imprint of a gun standing out from the pocket of his pants. “Can you stay for the night?”  He looked at you and laughed, but you didn’t peel your eyes away from the TV. “So now you want me to stay.” “Yes or no, Jerome.” The plate was left unceremoniously on the coffee table, the fork clinking against the white ceramic as he turned his whole body towards you. “Tell me you need me.” “I need you.” He shifted. Closer. His knee pressed right against yours. “Say it like you mean it.”

You took a shaky breath, releasing it slowly before turning to face him. His eyes were shining with something you couldn’t quite recognize, gaze momentarily going to your lips when you spoke up. “I need you to stay for the night. Please.” Maybe he’d laugh again. Rub it in. Throw a ‘fuck you’ on his way out because you were scared and alone and, right now, he was the only one who could give you a sliver of security. Of peace. Of things that no one had ever used to define him but there you were, at his mercy. Not quite begging. Not quite pleading. But just hoping he’d do it. “Fine.” Jerome replied after a hot second. “Just ‘cause ya asked so nicely.” He reached out for the plate, placing it on his lap once more and cutting a hefty piece of waffle with the fork before putting it in his mouth. “I’m taking the bed.” “Whatever.” You muttered, unconsciously leaning a bit more towards him. Thighs brushing together now. Mind feeling like static. Feeling too cold and too blue for everything to properly sink in.  But Jerome was warm. His hair too red. His laugh genuine and breathy as he watched something that wasn’t remotely funny at all. He was alive.  You were alive because of him. And, so, you put your head on his shoulder and stole a piece of waffle from his plate, chewing it mindlessly, hoping whatever came tomorrow would be better than this.   

[v-arbellanaris]

FAQ

about

vee, xhe/xer, 30. i don’t have twitter. i write, i read, i enable. big fan of villains, especially when they’re killing people and doing awful things. the more atrocities, the better.

before you ask a question...

I have a personal question about you that isn’t listed in your about

everything you need to know about me

Haha, very funny, no but seriously, I wanna know–

i don’t owe the internet any personal information about myself. you are not entitled to any piece of me that i don’t choose to share.

How can you like/dislike [fictional character]?!

they’re fictional

But THAT CHARACTER is evil and awful! Look at all the awful things they’ve done! Does this mean you condone their actions? / But THAT CHARACTER is so good! Look at all the amazing and morally upstanding things they’ve done! How can you not like them? / It’s hypocritical to like THAT character but hate THIS one because–

tbh all of this sounds like a you problem so good luck with that

Why do you have anon off?

because i can turn it off. the option to send me asks on anon is a privilege that i don’t always want to grant, especially when people take advantage of anonymity and use it to be abusive, invasive and entitled. 

When are you going to respond to my prompt? When are you going to update [x] fic?

my posting schedule 

I didn’t unfollow you but I’m not following you anymore. Did you softblock me?

nope. my blog was terminated briefly on 16 dec 2022 for having a vpn on while browsing on pc (don’t do that, apparently), which has messed with my follower count a bit. i don’t usually bother with softblocking these days, so feel free to follow me again if you want to!

tags of interest/writing

my da meta

other people’s da meta living in my head rent free 

wip wednesday

vee rewrites da (meta/references/info/worldbuilding work/character work i plan to incorporate into my personal canon)

byf

this is a fandom blog primarily, so real life politics may seep in occasionally but i don’t do my activism on tumblr.

if you’re checking this bc you’re worried i won’t wanna interact bc you like certain characters that i am critical of, this is my reassurance that i don’t really care unless you’re gonna be an asshole abt the characters i like.

this blog is also fairly bioware critical and anti chantry – it doesn’t necessarily mean i hate the series, or even that i hate specific characters, but i do engage w the content critically (and it’s all tagged with “#[character] critical”, “bioware critical” and “anti chantry” specifically), but if that doesn’t float your boat, feel free to skip this blog.

i WILL block for clowning on my posts. i also block because i hate the way you interpret canon or my favourite characters – and if you feel that way about me, i encourage you to do the same instead of wasting both of our times with anon. i use the block button liberally and generously and so should you <3

other info

minors interact at your own discretion. smts i forget to tag 18+ content

if ya need anythin tagged that i dont already just lmk – unless it’s the word queer. 

credits

mobile header and sidebar art is emerald graves concept art by matt rhodes for dragon age: inquisition.

icon is fanart birthday gift of my warden kalyani tabris by @/demandthedoodles.

[milkcartoncatkid]

Abt me!!

hey so um i guess im gonna say more abt myself!! once again i used to have an old blog @novieight but i cant really use it anymore so here are some random things abt me…

edit: I CHANGED MY USER!!!!!! @splatykirbycallie —> @onyxhaj it is still me!!! (no more onyxhaj it’s me editing this again IM NOW the-sharkie-shitposts so DW ITS STILL ME ONYX/SHARK!!!!!)

He/they/it pronouns

Agender lesbian

obsessed with Splatoon, Kirby, TBHK, and Vocaloid (edit: Murder Drones too!!!)(edit II: realizing that ive been in what is technically a fandom….. nintendo mii games <3)(edit III: goddamnit crk hyperfix came back…)(edit IV: SHARKSH SHARKSH SHARKS SHARKSHSAA RKS)(edit ???: ….hi billie bust up fandom.)

artist, voice actor, and musician

irl of Callie Cuttlefish, Uzi Doorman, and Mafuyu Asahina (and possibly CROWNED Magolor)

Magolor Fan™

agere/tword community

autistic

basic dni criteria (proship, anti agere, political stuff, overly religious stuff, also anything related to irl medical things [artistic depictions are okay!] pls dni)

my favorite person ever is Rosetta @rosey-rosetta (hi Rosey Rose i got a new blog)

i an cringe but i am free

edit IV: i am now TAKEN (romantically) by @rosey-rosetta so uhm yea i’m super happy but yes i am already taken AND a minor so don’t be weird!

that’s it for now >:)

stay fresh poyo

edit: just a reminder that my vent tag is “#blood stained aspen” so if you don’t want to see vent posts or gorey reblogs then block that tag pls.

I CHANGED THE VENT TAG!!!! please block “shark’s blood” if you don’t want to see my vents if reblogs of somewhat unsettling content

[softceleste]

i don’t know how to deal with the fact that one of my favorite actors is completely ignoring the ongoing genocide. the implication of their silence and them not even deigning to share a call for a ceasefire is something I genuinely can’t get past. they haven’t even cleared the bar of doing the bare minimum and i’m finding it hard to imagine engaging with any media they’re a part of at this point.

i’m sorry to bother you with this message but the person i’m talking about is someone you also like and i didn’t know who else i could talk to about this. i deliberately left out any identifying information so as not to invite any weirdos to your blog should you choose to answer this. i can send their name in a separate ask if you wish. once again, sorry to bother you

Hey love! So from the get go, I just want to say you are absolutely not bothering me whatsoever, okay? I’m glad that you feel safe / comfortable enough to come talk to me about how you’re feeling, and honestly like... if people are weird in my anons, I’ll block them. You’re good!

I’ll also be honest that I’m still trying to navigate my feelings with this specific thing happening with a couple of my favorites too. Like on the one hand, I obviously prefer that they’re not actively calling for the deaths of Palestinians given how many horrible posts I've seen from celebs doing that, but on the other hand, being silent is frankly just enabling genocide at this point and I fail to see how anyone doesn’t see that. It’s part of why I’m frustrated with people who were posting daily at the beginning and hasn’t posted the entirety of 2024 about it as well currently, because like... right now it’s extremely important to keep posting.  So I’m taking this case by case currently, and keeping an eye on the letters and stuff (because a lot of celebs are not posting zionist on IG to avoid being canceled rn and signing shit like the Biden letter, but on the flip side there’s been celebs I personally haven’t seen post yet, but I’ve seen photos of in the streets protesting for a ceasefire) right now, and in a lot of cases I’m leaning towards drop so you may see me drop more and more people as time goes on, but I’m gonna keep my eyes on stuff and see how it continues to go.

That being said, I got your anon about who we’re discussing and... yeah, so I kinda already have dropped her and decided to only post her when my friends tag me in stuff of hers for a variety of reasons (including realizing the sheer amount of vocal transphobes she follows and engages with, and not being able to think of a single time she has positively discussed the trans community) until I 100% decide how I feel about her - it may even end up being a 100% no reblog situation, we'll see after I sort out my feelings. But she did post in October, and I’ll put that post that IG story under the read more. I’ll be completely honest though, I wouldn’t expect any future posts from her, and between her closest friends politics / posts on the matter and what I know about the area she grew up in (because I have family who lives in the same town), I’m not sure we’d like any posts she’d make if she did decide to post about Palestine. Like it sucked dropping someone I was following/loved like a decade, but I'm trusting my gut on this one you know? Would rather listen to it and get proven wrong, than not and be proven right in this situation, personally 💕

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