#if they’re canon do i even still need to tag that lmao

[catras-breakup-song]

i’m not gonna lie… i’m lost here. is this supposed to be an 4nt1/cr1t1c4l post? if so, i genuinely don’t understand the point being made.

is it that playful banter is a bad thing? is it that being too hands-on violates unspoken boundaries? the message is so unclear to my autistic ass…

oh, wait, OP provided tags:

so aside from the fact that they are absolutely not sisters by default, least of all canonically (even if you do interpret them that way somehow), nor was it ever intended by nate stevenson, i’m still having trouble figuring out how this is problematic.

in which ways is lighthearted touch totally contradictory to passionate kissing/caressing? why can’t partners who are dating do both, especially in different cultural environments such as the horde where intimacy is discouraged and friendly sparring with familiar peers is a safe expression? if it’s so different, what are we as the audience supposed to interpret from their style of physical affection by the final season? side note, but aren’t we supposed to consider the latest version of anything in general as the most accurate?

now i have a question lol, did you take this moment literally at her word, and all the other times she repeated it?

also, my friend just pointed out that this is the classic homophobic talking point of "they seem to just be very good friends! they were roommates!" lmao. i've never agreed with accusing anyone who cr1t1c1z3s catradora of lesbophobia, which i'm not doing necessarily, because that's simply not how it works, however i found this funny and partially true so i'm keeping it in.

the lip bite was included unintentionally 👀

anyway, as i’ve discussed on this blog before, i’m very arospec and it’s inseparably intwined with my identity itself; i also project that onto catra. something we often bring up in that community, is romance-favorability (as its own spectrum of range all the way to blatant repulsion btw) — which is a personal preference that’s defined as exactly as it sounds like and occasionally revolves around fictional depiction as separate from one's own reality — and arguably more importantly, amatonormativity — which is an arbitrary set of rules for romantic expectations set up by an alloromantic society. this is typically thought of as common denial of the idea that someone could actually want to separate themself from needing a life partner in marriage, but can very much be applied to an annoying list of what draws the line between romantic & platonic relationships. that line is very individualistic and is to be decided on such a level only, and it doesn’t even get into what queerplatonic means, a concept saved for another day!

my point is, the OP seems to be trying to claim that catradora objectively cannot be read as romantic because their dynamic growing up & early-on in the story doesn’t perfectly meet socially-constructed standards of what that should look like. i say we need to eradicate those standards altogether! it’s up to catradora to decide what they are, if anything specific at all, not us as the audience — assuming they could’ve had the words at their disposal to knowingly describe it. going back to my earlier paragraph above about how limited they were in the fright zone, i’ll borrow a quote from a comment i made on one of my recent reblogged posts (which is a great meta on how their mutual desire was uh... definitely not platonic):

"Catra and Adora’s desire for one another is shown in a variety of ways, mostly indirect. There are a lot of glances - until season 5, not the kind of open leering at one another that we’d seen between other characters. Mostly it’s fairly playful - wiggled or cocked eyebrows, glances at each other while smirking, that kind of thing, or really intense and somewhat angry glares when they’re fighting."

it's really bothering me that i can't recall where i read this from before, but someone analyzed before how, growing up, catra & adora didn't have a good sense of how to label their relationship with accurate terminology despite being subconsciously aware that they, whether they knew the other reciprocated or not, loved each other "like that." unfortunately, they couldn't further explore it because such love & affection was seen as a punishable weakness in the horde, so they resorted to the only safe option they seemed to have, which was subtle body language and play-fighting as [testudoaubrei-blog] described above.

also, since this screenshot is included in that post... i would be amused to read an explanation of how THIS LOOK from catra is "platonic with a capital P", because i'm not even sure if it's up for debate to be quite honest with you:

ESPECIALLY with the "i always have!" line (which 4nt1s like to doubt, but i don't care, it's official!):

[kojitheopossum]

i love how doc can be so loving by himself and then soo mean when they’re together 💔 (exaggerating) (og image under cut)

[appreciatingtokrev]

sCREAMING I FOUND A STORE THAT SELLS TOKREV MERCH IN THE CITY WHERE MY SCHOOL IS ASFHJGDSADHJDS

[stoutguts]

A Pint of Comfort (💀🧼) PART 1

(first time rlly writing a full length fic like this, so be nice okay?)

Tooth-rotting fluff, established relationship, the definition of hurt/comfort, mutual pining (kind of?????/just barely (idk, I'm kind of bad with tropes), lots of crying (and suggestive kissing), Ghost has Astraphobia,—Johnny helps Simon through a PTSD episode, while also finally getting a much needed point across 💖

possible CW/TW for PTSD, flashbacks, Ghost's canon backstory, very subtly implied NSFW at the very end lmao, and implied parental/child ab*se

It’s a stormy Saturday evening, and all seems well.

The quiet swooshing and howling of the wind, the symphony of raindrops pelting down on the streets,—on the roofs of houses. Only interrupted by the occasional low rumbling, with lightning dancing across and lighting up the dark sky.

The only downside is the slightly gloomy and depressing atmosphere. Caused by those nasty gray, dark storm clouds clogging up the sky like a fatty artery.

Rearing their ugly heads.

Soap has always enjoyed weather like this,—in his youth he’d always found it peaceful. He doesn’t know exactly why, but he’s always thought Mother Nature was something behold.

He just takes a minute to watch the rain underneath the shitty awning outside the tavern. Somewhat entranced.

He had met up with Price, Nikolai, Gaz, and Roach for drinks earlier that afternoon. (Having nothing better to do). (After all, he already had visited his sisters and family up in Scotland, and all of them still happened to be on leave,—so why not)? Though he hadn’t drank all that much, as,—according to him,—he “just wasn’t feeling it today”. (In actuality, he was worried about Ghost).

Johnny only having just wrapped up, and parted ways with everyone.

Nik and Price left together, while Kyle and Gary were joined at the hip as they walked out of the bar—as was customary. Usually he would be going home with Simon,—but today he was by himself.

Ghost was gonna tag along and go, but ultimately (and reluctantly) decided against it.

It wasn’t because they were feeling antisocial or that he didn’t want to go, (as that’s typical). (Though then again, Simon had stopped being such a recluse long ago, and it wouldn’t have bailed on them just for that). They were just sick with a 102.9 fever, and some nasty flu-like symptoms.

In fact, Ghost was bummed out about not being able to go.

“Ye need to get sum rest, I dinnae want ye to die on mae here”, Soap says firmly, though half-joking on that last part.

“I’m perfectly aw’righttttt,—seriously,—pleaseee?“, Simon replies deliriously, attempting to sit up in bed. Slurring it’s words, with it’s accent as thick as tar. Though equally exaggerating their tone and voice playfully, to sound exasperated.

*HA-choo!*

“Ye most certainly are naw—Just please,—*sigh*—get sum rest for mae sake…please?”, Johnny pleads, already exhausted, as he lays Ghost back down. Wringing out the washcloth, having dipped it into the bucket of ice water next to their bed, before placing it back over his forehead.

“…..Fine…”, Simon grumbles tiredly, finally giving up, (after half an hour of whining and insisting that they’re okay to go). Completely defeated, it turns on it’s side away from Soap, (the wash cloth sliding off his forehead, and now resting on his pillow). Pouting like a child.

“I promise, mo chridhe, ah’ll be back soon. Dinnae get up or annae’thang, just rest", Johnny coos, leaning over to kiss Ghost on the cheek and bury his face in their neck. Slowly moving his hand down his body to cup one side of his waist.

Simon shudders a little at the touch, the smallest, almost inaudible, groan leaving it's throat at fingers digging into their skin.

"Do'ya know when you'll be home exactly? Ya'know…I get lonely...", Ghost says, his vulnerability in that moment hurts Soap, though still (quite literally) refusing to face Johnny. The sultry manner in which they said it too,—made Soap blush profusely…

He pauses for a moment to get his bearings—

“Ah’ll be home as soon as I can, ye know how the boys are…or can be—he (lovingly) rolls his eyes at the thought—Ah’ll be home by 8 or 9 at the latest,—mae thinks”, Johnny answers.—Now feeling like he also kinda doesn’t feel up to it anymore,—but ignores it. As he won’t hear the end of it of neither of them show up.

He then goes to lift off of Simon,—before his partner’s sitting up, and he’s pulled into an abrupt kiss.

It was passionate, and as the pair’s lips part, a small trail of spit remained before breaking off.

“I’ll be waiting for you,—please,—stay safe. I love you”, Ghost says gazing up at him with half-lidded heterochromatic eyes, before moving it’s gaze elsewhere and laying back down.

“Aye, I will. Love ye too”, Soap says with a chuckle, briefly brushing his hand through the tiny blonde hairs of their buzzed head.

Johnny could have sworn he heard him snoring, fast asleep, just before walking out the door.

“Poor thang. Tha’ bug’s really taking a lot out of ‘em”, he thinks to himself as he leaves.

Stay tuned for the other parts! (Breaking this up into parts, as it's kind of a long one).

Part 2 will probably be up by tomorrow!

[burst-of-iridescent]

at the moment, 5.7k people are following the kataang tag, not 2.9k, as you said, why would you lie? in addition, even on Tumblr (which remained almost the last popular zk place among all fan platforms), Zukka is ahead of Zutara in popularity, and a lot of talented and popular creators of fan art and fan fiction are now concentrated in the Zukka and Maiko fandom. It is fundamentally a mistake to focus on the popularity of the ship, because shipping should be for personal pleasure, but this only shows that most people are ATLA fans (namely fans, not casual viewers) they actively love ATLA and did not see zutara in the canon. In addition, can you give evidence of your words that «almost all of the main cast and most of the writers» love zutara? From the cast, only Dante actively confessed his love for zutara, but he also spoke about his love for zukka, Mae Whitman not against Zutara and joked about it, but she also said in podcast that she also loves kataang, the rest of the actors did not speak at all about their preferences in shipping (except Grey DeLisle who prefers zucest).

none of the screenwriters has ever confessed his love for Zutara, on the contrary, Ehasz has said several times that he loves Maiko, he also wrote almost all the most significant maiko and kataang episodes. The only one of the 13 main writers of ATLA who spoke about sympathy for Zutara is John O'Bryan. Zutara never featured in any of the original scripts, and in ATLA's "bible," the only love triangle that was originally planned was Aang-Katara-Toph (who was a boy in the original script). In a recent interview, Ehaz also answered the question of how he feels about zutara vs kataang, that he, as a professional screenwriter, "follows his characters" and their final canonical choice of love interest is the choice of the character himself, not the writers.

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i wrote 2.9k the first time around by mistake. the original post has since been amended to reflect the actual numbers of the kat.aang tag, though frankly the disparity between the two tags is still so large that i don’t even think it matters. anyway, my bad. thanks for letting me know.

many cast members and former writers on the official atla podcast, braving the elements, have talked about shipping zutara — including, but not limited to, dante basco, jack de sena, michaela murphy, joshua hamilton, and john o’bryan. grey delisle, mae whitman & greg baldwin have also spoken about being zutara shippers. i’m not sure why them liking or showing support for other ships somehow means they don’t ship zutara, because people don’t need to ship only a single couple to prove they’re “real” shippers lmao. i like azutara, sukitara, ty luko & even book 1 kat.aang myself; that doesn’t make me any less of a zutara shipper.

i’m also not sure why you expect me to do the work of providing evidence for you when, given the fact that you’re here, i’m certain you have just as much access to google as i do. this information is freely available online. feel free to fact check me.

and let me say this again, in case it was not clear enough: i truly do not care about zutara’s popularity. even if none of the cast and writers shipped it, even if the tag only had 10 people, even if every single wonderfully talented writer & artist & AMV editor & GIF maker in this fandom left, i would still ship it. because it’s a better story, because it is more thematically and narratively cohesive, and because it makes me happy.

and if you disagree with that, that’s fine by me. but somehow trying to “prove” to me that zutara is unpopular and no one likes it is not only a) factually false it’s also b) not going to do a damn thing to change my mind lmao. the opinions of other people have never been a reason for me to ship zutara, and they never will be.

[devilsrecreation]

How the Outlanders deal with kids

Hyenas:

Jasiri’s clan are naturally great with Wema and Tunu. They have to be, the pair would be orphans otherwise (their mother died as they were being born)

When Janja’s clan joined them, they were admittedly a little iffy with them. Almost all of them had no idea what to do with these tiny balls of fur.

The cubs were naturally scared of Chungu and Cheezi at first, but they were quick to warm up to the big dopes. Their dumb, clumsy tails made them laugh :)

Now that everyone’s friends now, Janja treats Tunu and Wema as his cubs and you are not allowed to touch them

Jackals:

Canonically great parents, obviously but they are annoyingly overbearing.

Reirei and Goigoi are naturals with not just their kids, but anyone else’s kids too. They’re pros

Crocodiles:

Babysitter crocodiles is something I never really thought about before but now I love it

You’d think they’d be a danger to kids, but they’re surprisingly pretty good with them

They’re not the best influences, but they try lmao

Tamka and Nduli are the best playmates next to Chungu and Cheezi. Tamka sees it as rehearsing for his (nonexistent) acting career and the kids love it

You can thank Nduli for convincing Kiburi and the rest of the float to babysit. It makes him think of those simpler times when he was little

Neema doesn’t do much, but he’ll tag along if the kids need an extra player or something. Turns out he’s got some serious baobab ball skills (don’t ask how they got the fruit in the first place). The kids may not know what the hell he’s saying, but they appreciate him

Storytime with Kiburi is a thing. It’s exactly what it sounds like. It’s Kiburi telling stories to the kids. Some are real, some are made up, but all of them have Tamka and Nduli’s unnecessary commentary that both ruins storytime and makes it better. Yeah, Kiburi warms up to them faster than he likes to admit

Vultures (mostly Mzingo):

Like the jackals, they’re experts in babysitting. They’ve pretty much helped raise Janja and his friends, nothing the kids do now is new to them

The kids just so happen to put themselves in danger, leading Mzingo to try to save them, causing him to get hurt

Mzingo’s pretty strict about rules and the kids find him boring

Kenge:

He SAYS he doesn’t like kids, but put him in a situation with them and he’ll protect them with his life. It takes time though

I have this idea where Kenge sort of acts like a babysitter and teaches the young ones (and the skinks) how to fight. In doing so, he gets to bond with some of them. It’s strangely wholesome

The kids never call him ‘little’. Not even expressions like “a little help here?”. They know better and Kenge appreciates that

He surprisingly doesn’t yell at them. He’ll still have that tough and rude tone to him, but he saves the yelling for the adults

The kids can get him to open up better than anyone else can. Mainly cuz they won’t stop asking “why” all the time

Sumu:

He actually doesn’t like kids. They’re either scared of him or they try to pick him up and he hates being handled

Weirdly enough, none of the kids in the Outlands are scared of him. He tried making a scary face at Wema and she just smiled. He has no idea what to make of this cub

He’s threatened to sting the kids before and gets confused why everyone else gives him weird looks

The skinks:

Most of the skinks including Shupavu can tolerate kids at best. Njano’s the only one that actually likes them

They’re the worst influences. They’ll dare one of the kids to do something stupid, leading the more responsible adults to get them

Njano acts like a cool uncle. You can fight me on that

[fictionkinfessions]

looking at the tag for our source on this blog and seeing it’s 99% siffrins lamenting being lonely is so. yeah that’s fitting. we went through all that trouble and for what??? none of our family is here apparently! we lost them Again! because i guess we don’t blinding deserve that! it’s just siffrin and siffrin and miserable siffrin over and over again. i saw maybe one isa in the tag and my heart melted a little just knowing he’s out there at all even if i’m never going to get to talk to him or hug him or hold his sweaty hands ever again. stars

which, like, i get it.i can see why so many people have flocked to him. i’m not upset about the fact that there’s so many sifs around, i love y’all and i am holding your hands in solidarity forever and ever ok. i love talking to doubles and seeing how things went differently between us (my friend who also kins him didn’t lose the whole eyeball can you believe that. they still have the eyeball. they’re blind in it but they didn’t need to get it completely removed from the socket!!! incredible! i feel cheated out of an eyeball) and just generally getting that experience of talking to yourself even if it’ll never be to the degree that it was between me and loop. i love it. i loved that story and i still do

but it still makes my heart hurt a little knowing that there’s so many of us and so little of our family out there in comparison? i feel like understudy #73848955793. even if a blinding miracle happens and i meet ANYONE from my canon who wasn’t me (save for loop lmao) the odds that they’ll be My family member feels. like next to nothing. i feel so alone. i’m a nobody again. i’m scared. i’m a nobody in a sea of nobodies. i miss them so much. i’m never going to see my family again the universe put me through all that torture and left me broken and i didn’t even get to keep them in the end. they’re gone. forever. i’m never going to. hhrgghhh. loop i think i am understanding you more now than i ever did back then. i’m so sorry

i was already the worse siffrin when there were only the two of us in the world. me and loop. loop was so much better than me. brighter. they made it through 10x the amount of loops i did without breaking and they did it completely alone in a worse version of the house with a worse king. and they still did better than me. and still had the capacity to care about me their little copy who stole everything from them and wasn’t even grateful about it! and now it’s like. wow. i am now the worse siffrin out of a Billion other siffrins. no wonder my family was taken from me again. im truly the last of us who deserves them. i’m never going to see them again i

stars i miss them. i miss them so much. i miss you loop i miss you isa i miss you mira and bonbon and odile i miss you!!!!!!! what did i do wrong!!!!!!!! besides literally everything i’ve ever done!!!!!!

the universe leads!!!!!!! and i have no blinding choice but to follow it into this miserable half-life of a half-life. it’s. mmmmmm

i miss my family!!!

- siffrin

x

[pink-strawberry-kissess]

heheheh!!!

Ship Headcanons - Ada/Leon

Thank you for the tag, @visualheresy !!! >:3

Gives forehead/nose kisses: So I have a very specific answer for all of these. Forehead is def Leon giving them. He's much more affectionate than Ada but in private settings they're more half and half. In terms of forehead kisses specifically, I hc that he kisses her temple more, sometimes along her hair line and her cheek. Ada's the one that gives noses kisses, and other things for his nose too heh heh she also likes how adorable he looks when she boops his nose

Gets jealous the most: Leon, but it's not serious. Rarely does he actually take the time to get mad at her about something about her past or even in a present day setting. Ada doesn't get jealous as much as she gets insecure that she can't provide Leon what he wants or needs.

Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive: Leon's the drunk ass. Ada's picking him up. Ada is NOT getting drunk in a public space. here's ada dragging leon from a bar lol

Takes care of on sick days: Leon would take care of Ada much more despite her protests. BUT he would also know if she really wants to be left alone. Feel like Ada is the type to let it fester because she's not willing to seek help. me crying over when i wrote leon taking care of ada. Ada would do the minimum in terms of, checking in for a fever, MAYBE staying with him if he gets worse. But would most likely give him meds, water and leave him to sleep. If he's already sleeping she might watch over him quietly. But she's not gonna wait around all day.

Drags the other person out into the water on beach day: This depends. If perhaps Leon's in a bad mood, Ada would wanna drag him out into the water. Leon would probably entice Ada in other ways to join him in the water. here i have them at da the beach hehe

Gives unprompted massages: Ada. She's a bit more touchy feely in that way - than him. He MIGHT but he wouldn't be necessarily as good as her. I hc that Ada gives AMAZING massages, she can turn leon into a limp noodle (yes that way too)

Drives/rides shotgun: ADA'S DRIVING

Brings the other lunch at work: Ada might cause she would wanna tease him about it. in an au setting tho, Leon would be the one heading to her work and giving her lunches hehe

Has the better parental relationship: ... what does this mean. like their parents? they dead. i really can't say tbh cause we don't know either of their relationships with their parents. unless this means like, them being parents? half and half, it depends on what aspects of parenting since there's so many ways to parent

Tries to start role-playing in bed: Ada 100% Leon might but he's bad at it. he's cringe but she loves that

Embarrassingly drunk dancer: Leon is also a terrible dancer sober and has two left feet but doesn't mind that Ada is a splendid dancer. She'd help him along and finds it endearing that he's so focused on getting the moves/steps right she'd just want him to move along with her and to stop panicking. she wants him to just feel the moment rather than the act of trying to dance well

Still cries watching Titanic: Leon. He's a movie dude. Would've had Titanic in the two part VHS tapes. also when is like canonically the first time leon saw boobs LMAO

Firmly believes in couples costumes: ADA SDFBSKFk leon's not one to dress up anyways and would just go along with whatever ada had planned

Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas: Ada

Makes the other eat breakfast: LEON. he's a breakfast dude. Ada a habitual breakfast skipper and maybe coffee or tea drinker before she just starts her day. she might have a small brunch later but she only really starts eating breakfast more when Leon asks for it or he just makes it because he WANTS BREAKFAST. fic where i wrote leon crying over breakfast (i think it's chapter 6?)

Remembers anniversaries: Leon ;_; but Ada does also but she's more silent about it. She'd still wanna celebrate but only if he wants to. If there's some sort of anniversary or even his birthday she'll still drop off something for him if she can. wrote about his birthday here

Brings up having kids: LEON but only in a sad way. Maybe if he's being sad about missing out on it but also in a way where he's worried he wouldn't be able to provide a good life for them anyways so it's better off this way. ada i feel would NEVER bring up having kids unless she was actually PRENGNENT.

Tagging whoever wants to do this!!!! :3

[chikoyama]

Shipping Info | Answer the following for your muses so people know how shipping works on your blog

What is your OTP for your character(s)?

Man, I don’t know. If Chiyori can get someone who cares as much about her as she cares about them, then I’m good. If she’s in a relationship where she’s wanted rather than needed, then that's absolute gold for me. ✨

Even in a soulmate au I made her soulmateless specifically for that purpose. Also, because I wanted Chiyori to discover that no one is more perfect for her than herself, but I'm not sure if she's insightful enough to realize that, lmao. Aaah, and the pain too. I also decided for her to be soulmateless because I don’t understand the concept of soulmates, lmfao. (Not anymore at least).

How large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?

To me personally, as long as both parties are in similar stages of physical matureness I won’t care too much, I think? It's fiction after all. Like, someone at the age of 50 with someone at the age 18, I don’t mind too much, because they’re both likely to be past puberty. Both would be in their fully-developed adult bodies. (These talks always remind me of Leonardo DiCaprio’s relationships, lmfao).

However, someone above age 16 with someone at the age of 10 is when I feel things would get kind of weird? Because it’s extremely likely that the 10-year-old hasn’t even hit puberty yet. Don’t bash me for it, but I’d love to witness a well-written dynamic like that. One would have to have the balls to publish something like that, and be a genius too for crafting a dynamic like that that works. Honestly, I think it could make sense in more of a coming-of-age story! Anything else would be creepy, but maybe I’m just too close-minded to be able to imagine otherwise.

How far do steamy moments have to go before they are considered NSFT?

When specific private body parts are mentioned.

Are you selective when shipping?

Uh, yeah.

Who are other characters you ship your character with?

I don't think it's so much if I personally ship it, more than it is about if Chiyori likes the other character. So far, she likes Lee's Suguru (@cvrseduser) (whilst still teenagers, but it's not reciprocated), and Val's Yuuta (@2xcursekissed).

Does one have to ask to ship with you?

Nah, you do you, babe. If it means something to you, don’t let me take that away from you. Be fierce, be mad, be unapologetic. If anything, I’d love to hear why it speaks to you personally!

Are you ship-obsessed or ship more-or-less?

So, the thing is I want to be ship-obsessed, but I’m not, which is sad for meeeee. I genuinely want to experience being in that sort of high, lmfao. Though, that's my problem to deal with, but maybe I just have to find the right partner(s). 🤔

Idk what ship more-or-less means?

What is your favourite ship in your current fandom?

Eeeeh… *thinks hard* Idk… I think every ship is cute per se. It sounds harsh, but these ships don’t mean anything to me personally, because I don't write canon characters, so it’s hard for me to be truly biased. Though, if I wrote cc x cc, maybe I'd fall as deeply into these rabbit holes as everyone else, lmao.

My philosophy on these matters are: As long as it makes you happy, and you let me do me, everything is good!

Finally, how does one ship with you?

Uh, just ask me to ship, I think? — Easier said than done, right? Be engaged, share your thoughts and ideas, send things that remind you of them. Of course, there needs to be a similar level of respect and admiration from both parties. Though, generally speaking I'm very cooperative and reciprocative.

The amount of times I've put more effort into projects (not just in terms of writing) than my partners is depressing. So, I've come to the conclusion that my energy is better spent elsewhere unless someone shows proper enthusiasm about it. I respect myself way too much to put myself through that. I refuse to be dragging a dead body through the mud.

Tagged by: @vartouhix (thanks for the tag, babe! 💕)

Tagging: @ak4rin, @opalchoi, @gyofukuki, @trelonkan, @nvictive

[butchladymaria]

11, 12, and 16 for the violence asks!! I need to know

OG POST HERE!!!

11. number of fandom-related words you’ve filtered

actually all 36 terms i have filtered are fandom-related lmao. honestly i use the filtering system as a way to clean up my dash. i sometimes filter a tag if someone i follow gets into a new thing that i’m ambivalent about or unfamiliar with. it means i can keep following them without seeing stuff i’m just not all that interested in yet but also (and especially) to avoid having something spoiled for me if i want to check it out in future! it also means that i can click the “show” button if i’m in the mood for something specific or want to learn more about it — go to their blog and just look for anything filtered :) this is literally the only way i know of to search a tumblr account for specific shit because the actual search function is Actually Useless Shit

16. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

man there’s so many picks here but i’d have to say annalise. she’s not unpopular as in actively disliked afaik, just more generally overlooked. i need to post more about her but like — she’s such a key piece of bloodborne’s themes around gender and motherhood and its a goddamn shame it doesn’t get talked about more!!! she feels like a foil to miss doll in many ways (editor’s note: i Went Off on this but it needs to be its own post, so rest assured i will elaborate lol). she’s such a goddamn tragic character. in so many ways it feels that she retreated into the role of the queen to cope with the loss of her people: there’s nothing left of her home besides that. she calls herself “we”, not “i”. she is the queen of cainhurst before she is a human being and it feels like a very visceral reaction to the bigotry of the church. she is trapped in the throne room in a nightgown — evidenced the fact that her portraits show her wearing period-typical gowns, and the attire she wears looks like historical sleepwear. it makes me fucking insane. she was wearing her nightgown when the executioners attacked. despite seeing everyone she ever knew and loved be butchered before her eyes, despite being reviled as a corrupted subhuman monstrosity, despite being imprisoned in complete solitude for god only knows how long, she still fucking demands your respect and i love her for it. she is canonically some flavor of queer on account of the fact she rejects your marriage proposal in an identical way regardless of gender. i am able to fulfill my fantasy of a beautiful vampire woman bossing me around thru her questline. what is not to fucking like!!!!

17. you can’t understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc.)

hands down probably the defanging of the women characters: chiefly maria, miss doll, and adella/arianna. like, i know WHY it happens (misogyny) but it’s still baffling to me. why are you making them waifus. follow up question is your taste honest to god just that boring, and if so get better soon. they’re so much cooler than that. shut the fuck up. maria is such a complex character and if i see another clown reducing her to some soft maternal wifey because… what, she was compassionate to the research hall patients and felt bad about doing uhhh *checks notes* A Whole Ass Genocide???? i will staple myself to the ceiling. like some folks will do the most absurd mental gymnastics to call a woman in any media maternal for the most basic things 😭. in a similar vein are the people who shit themselves to death trying to claim that she TOTALLY COULD HAVE BEEN a femmey little uwu housewife even though she has a canonical and marked preference for masc presentation, and actually a woman conforming to victorian gender roles and being attracted to men is an EPIC FEMINIST WIN, actually. usually this comes from cis and/or hets who are convinced they are personally oppressed because like 3 queers on tumblr said maria is a butch lesbian. having said that there are so many amazing artists and theorycrafters that when i was trying to link specific posts/art the list was actually a million years long. some people are annoying but MORE people are so cool and thoughtful and creative!!!!! shoutout to nishihii saintadeline butchjolyne and pretty much all the lgbtqs in the mariadeline tag, all of your work is like oxygen to me 💕 yall are amazing :)

it’s the same with miss doll. either their complexity is painted over by making her the butt of those insufferable sex doll jokes or they’re made out to be this pure innocent mommy/housewife. usually this is hand in hand with just blatantly ignoring the misogyny inherent to the dynamic between her, maria, and gerhman and i just have to wonder how anyone manages to so spectacularly miss the point. i wrote a forty page paper on this. needless to say it makes me insane. i’m also a big fan of YOUR theories on the matter for a different yet equally neat perspective :) also i think marble did a post on it but i cannot for my LIFE find it

also i cannot stress enough how lame it is that adella gets reduced to a flat stereotype. they took a violently traumatized woman who was groomed into loathing herself by the catholic blood cult and who desperately clings onto the hunter for showing her justo the most basic decency of not Leaving Her To Die and decided instead of any of that it would be way cooler to water her down into a “yandere”. same can be said for arianna. like istg if they were men ther would be ESSAYS. but then again if they were men their themes would literally not even be half as cool AND they couldn’t be lesbians so i am writing the essays myself. tl;dr i am absolutely OBSESSED with both @/jurasicass and @/undefeatablesin’s portrayals of both these ladies. finally some good fucking adella/hunter/arianna dynamics‼️‼️‼️

[lilolilyr]

@viharistenno answering your comment on this ask here because apparently there’s a text limit to replies and I wrote too much!

SIOC stands for self-insert original character. As in, you end up in the world (in this case twilight), either stuck in the body of the main character or as yourself… and I’ve seen too many twilight memes around and ended up reading fic again and I think being stuck in the twilight world would be an unholy mix of hilarious, fucked up, cool, deeply sad (bc it’d also mean being forever away from everyone and everything I’ve known here - sth lots of SIOC fic tend to ignore but I think it’d be interesting to explore) and also I can’t decide whether, if I ended up in the twilight world forrealsies, I’d try to meet vampires and get vampireimmortalized immediately or try to stay the Fuck away from them and their idiotic conflicts and problems. Also do I want to be a TwiPire? I mean I definitely don’t want to be a classic vampire but twilight vampires are also all levels of fucked up and canon doesn’t really make it clear How many levels of fucked up and I guess if I was a twilight SIOC I’d not know that either until it was too late… anyway, interesting thought experiment :D but I probably won’t write any of it into an actual fic

Ohhh you also like Milippa? I didn’t know! You’re not in the discord are you? I think I’ve only seen you in the B&W one before but maybe this is my bad memory at it again o.o

Anyway yeah I’m writing the dream sci-fi dystopia as Milippa but more just because out of the ships I ship, they fit the characters I dreamt up best? I mean in my dream I saw Rosamund Pike and Jean Smart take that as you will lmao, but I’m changing stuff to turn it into a proper Milippa fanfic anyway. Probably mostly prime/mirror Milippa vibes, but some mirror Michael ish backstory and Philippa character wise bit of both? They’re both AU anyway so who cares, but idk how to character- tag it on Ao3 yet xD haven’t gotten around to write more to it yet anyway bc I was busy writing 2k for one of the Bering and wells advents ficlets yet, and it isn’t even finished yet!

Dreams definitely can do weird stuff! Yesterday I dreamt I was in a forest and poisoned chocolate grew on trees or something xD but usually it’s just weird shit like that, not whole damn storylines!

Yeassss same! It’s so great that it’s coming together so nicely, I can’t believe we have writers through to day 10 without any gap days, we might actually manage to have a full advent calendars without skipping over some days! When I made the first post only two days before December started I expected to get sign up for maybe half the days max!

Re:target audience for weird fanfic ideas, Yeah that’s also true :D but I already told myself the story didn’t I? I don’t need to write it down for that! I mean, most of the fic I write is still very very self indulgent, but it’s really more that all the stories I tell myself are for me, and out of those self indulgent story ideas I write down the ones I want to share with the world and think I might have a nice audience for! Stories that would need 50k backstory on how the Fuck I ended up with this crossover AU headcanon bullshittery don’t really make the list xD

[damienthepious]

ahhhhhhh. a breath of air. yeehaw.

still need your teeth around my organs (Epilogue)

[ch 1] [ch 2] [ch 3] [ch 4] [ch 5] [ch 6] [ch 7] [ch 8] [ch 9] [ch 10] [ch 11] [ao3]

Fandom: The Penumbra Podcast

Relationship: Lord Arum/Sir Damien, Lord Arum/Sir Damien/Rilla, Sir Damien/Rilla

Characters: Lord Arum, Sir Damien, Rilla

Additional Tags: Second Citadel, Lizard Kissin’ Tuesday, Enemies to Lovers, Rivals to Lovers, Dueling, Sexual Tension, (because they’re IDIOTS), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Mutual Pining, mutual IDIOTS, canon typical Arum ignoring feelings, Polyamory, (eventually lmao), Polyamory Negotiations

Fic Summary: Damien won yesterday, Arum won today, and now all that’s left is to break the tie. The only issue, however, is that neither of them are willing to do so, not until they are both satisfied that they have fought fairly, and honorably, and one of them has truly won.

Chapter Summary: It's a date.

Chapter Notes: SURPRISE! the epilogue chapter i said would "probably happen next week," literally last year. Weekly reminder: do not ffucking trust me, i'm UNRELIABLE. Anyway. I love you. I hope you enjoy this. I hope it's a nice little dessert at the tail of this fic. Thank you for reading.

~

They begin to see the glow through the trees through the moonless night a long while before they arrive properly at the grove.

They do not rush, though Amaryllis nearly glows herself, overflowing with excitement. She bounces on her heels, pointing out the light perhaps five minutes after Arum spies it himself (human eyesight, Arum thinks fondly), and her grip on his hand tightens as they walk together through the darkness, their voices hushed even in their eagerness.

Damien makes a noise when they push through the heavy leaves and into the grove itself, a little oh of an exhale, almost desperate with wonder.

The flowers of the newmoonvine are beautiful, of course. Of course they are beautiful. They glow in all the shades of the moon in her absence, cream yellow and coin grey and pure white, very very rarely a mellow eclipse red, subtle low-flying orange. The illumination is enough to set the whole grove alight, painting swaths of gentle pastel like a particularly ambitious pre-dawn.

But...

Arum has seen beautiful flowers before, though, and more interesting to him by far is...

The way Amaryllis and Damien reflect that beauty. Their faces, their eyes. The way their breathing catches, shallow gasps and stuttering inhales. Amaryllis lifting her hands to cover her mouth, ineffectively hiding the way her smile widens. Damien spinning in a slow, wondering circle, breathing another soft, slow oh as he drinks in the whole of the grove around him.

(The way they both, eventually, catch their eyes on Arum in turn, with further gasps, with a softening of eyes and smiles, as if he looks even half as beautiful to them as they do to him.)

Arum murmurs gentle instruction to the roots, providing a flat enough place for Amaryllis to spread out the thick blanket, and Damien sets down the baskets just beside it. Amaryllis pulls out her father's instrument with a sly smile, and Arum pretends to scowl as Damien tugs him into his arms, and Amaryllis sings gentle and sweet and clear in the night, and Damien teaches him a more... earnest dance, rather than the metaphorical one they used to step to. The movements are easy enough, and Arum rather enjoys the way Damien feels, pressed against him, hands on his scales. He enjoys the feeling of Damien humming to Amaryllis' song, enjoys the flush across the poet's cheeks, enjoys the way his breath hitches in a soft noise when Arum decides to abandon the planned steps, and lifts Damien in a sudden spin.

He kisses Arum's snout as he lowers the poet back to his feet, and Arum enjoys that, as well. He enjoys it very, very much.

And the feeling in his chest-

He has been nurturing that seedling since- since before he acknowledged it, truly. He knows what it is. He is taking his time, or- he was. As Damien tugs him to sit beside a playfully applauding Amaryllis, her mouth curved in a smug little smile, he feels it swelling again. Damien pours some mead for them, and Arum starts arranging the fruit and bread and cheese to pick at while they watch the flowers and Rilla takes her requisite "quick notes" into her recorder. Arum is unsurprised, that she was not being facetious about doing so, even on what she and Damien insisted on calling a "date."

And then they sit. Together. Quiet, and calm. Leaning against each other, touching without active intent.

The feeling in Arum's chest again. Swooping, soaring.

At first, it felt... dangerous. Like trusting these humans was tantamount to tossing himself off the edge of a cliff- the edge of the world, and simply hoping, believing that he would somehow, somehow survive the plunge. When he thinks about putting his life in their hands- sleeping beside them, resting his head on their shoulders-

(putting his blade in Damien's hand)

(sitting at Amaryllis' table)

Trusting them. He could not feel safe in it, for a long while. He still chose to do so, he still... took the leap, as it were. Still threw himself from that edge, hoping. He started falling, he thinks, the first time Damien took his hand to help him to his feet. Not believing that he would survive the fall did not matter, then, even if it does, now. If only for their sakes.

And-

Sitting here, Damien's hair tucked beneath his chin, Amaryllis' fingers netted with his own, her cheek on his shoulder, his body settling warm between them in the cool night air, flowers everywhere around them... he knows that he would fall again. He will decide, over and over, to fall, so long as they are the ones who could catch him.

He even believes... he believes, he does, that they are falling too. Right along with him. Hand in hand.

He swallows, the flowers blurring slightly as his eyes go, for a moment, hot, but he breathes slowly and composes himself, and he squeezes Amaryllis' hand in his own, and he reaches to take Damien's hand on the other side.

He leans back, enough that the humans stir, and look towards him. They blink, moon-tinted flower-light painting their faces, and Arum-

Arum doesn't even think. It slips from him. He has wanted to say it so many times.

"I love you," he says, the words so easy and true that they seem more a part of his breath than any words ever have before.

Damien's eyes fill with tears in an instant, which Arum decides to take as a good sign. Amaryllis, however, blinks as her mouth drops open into a little o, and then she curses under her breath.

"Oh you absolute- I can't believe that you'd-" she snaps her jaw shut, apparently seeing the way that Arum's heart has fallen through to his stomach, and she quickly shakes her head. "No no no wait no not like that I didn't mean- you stop laughing at me!" she says, reaching across Arum's broad chest to smack Damien in the arm as he laughs - still through his tears - before she squeezes Arum's hand in a fierce grip. "I knew this trip was coming up and I had this whole plan I brought the whole thing- blanket for the picnic and a basket of your favorite fruits and plenty of wine and I was going to do this whole thing, because the idea of this whole trip scared you so bad the first time I talked about it that you ran away and- and I wanted to show you how different things are, how different we are, and I just-"

"You should never expect to execute plans without amendment where our particular monster is concerned, my flower," Damien says warmly.

"I don't..." Arum glances between them, still uncertain, his mind still reeling. "I don't underst-"

She cuts him off with a kiss, and when she leans back away again, her arms draped across his shoulders, Arum's heart seems to have decided to nestle there between them, warm against her chest.

"I love you," she says emphatically, leaning into him, letting his arms hold her up, and Arum exhales all the air in his lungs in one breath. "I love you. You brat. Undercutting my whole- plans and- ugh- I love you. Even if you drive me crazy." She pauses. "Especially because you drive me crazy," she mutters against his lips before another small kiss.

Damien leans close on his other side, pressing his lips tenderly to the edge of his frill, and then he whispers, "I think you likely know, my lily, that my heart lives in you precisely as it lives in my Rilla." He smiles, hand on Arum's chin as he feels his throat whir in relieved pleasure. Damien's entire face is soft, glowing, gentle. "I think you know, Arum, how I love you. I have, in fact, for quite some time."

"Brat," Amaryllis mutters again, and Arum barks an unexpected laugh.

It breaks the spell, the seriousness, the way Arum's chest felt tight with tears. Damien laughs as well, and then Amaryllis rolls her eyes and presses her head against his cheek, kissing his jaw and laughing lightly in her own right. They snuggle closer, Damien mouthing kisses along his neck, and Arum realizes-

The swooping feeling, the falling-

It hasn't gone away with his confession, as he expected it to. He still feels- midair, wild and windswept and caressed by clouds.

Arum smiles, nuzzles them back, loves them.

It's alright, falling for them. Falling with them. It's alright. It's... safe. They are safe, with him, as he is with them, even midair, and wild, and windswept.

Arum has been falling, now, for long enough that it has begun to feel like flight.

[stoutguts]

A Pint of Comfort (💀🧼) PART 4

(The final part, woohoo! Let’s get into it! :333 ALSO REPOST FOR REACH BECAUSE I FUCKED UP AND FORGOT TAGS AT FIRST—😬💀😭)

(first time rlly writing a full length fic like this, so be nice okay?)

Tooth-rotting fluff, established relationship, the definition of hurt/comfort, mutual pining (kind of?????/just barely (idk, I'm kind of bad with tropes), lots of crying (and suggestive kissing), Ghost has Astraphobia,—Johnny helps Simon through a PTSD episode, while also finally getting a much needed point across 💖

possible CW/TW for PTSD, flashbacks, Ghost's canon backstory, very subtly implied NSFW at the very end lmao, and implied parental/child ab*se

Link to part 3! Teehee:

“So, what’s got ye up so early?”, Johnny asks, as Simon hands him a fresh cup of joe.

“I thought I’d make ya breakfast. As a treat”, Ghost replies, blushing a bit,—pausing briefly to take a sip of his morning tea. “Also, I’m feeling better today.—I think I’m finally getting over this bloody cold”, they finish.

“Ah’m glad yer feelin’ better”, Soap says with his signature smile. Simon’s heart flutters. “Ye dinnae have to do that though, ye know ah’m not much of a breakfast kind of guy anyways—“, Johnny starts, but Ghost cuts his rambling short.

“I know I don’t have to, but I want to. Simon blushes furiously. Ya took care of me last night,—when I was at my lowest. The least I can do is make ya breakfast or something…as a thank you”, Ghost says, averting its gaze, and rubbing the back of his neck.

Soap could’ve fucking wept at that.

Poor Simon wasn’t used to having things given to them, and someone not expecting something in return. And Johnny would be fucked, if he wasn’t going to shower the man with love and affection regardless if it’s reciprocated.

Soap’s love for Ghost, is simply unconditional. They’re his ride or die,—his soulmate.

In Johnny’s humble and infatuated opinion, Simon deserves the fucking world and then some. He’d fall over himself to give it whatever it wanted or desired.—Because that’s just how much he loves his partner.

“Oh Si, baby, ye don’t need to thank mae. He sets his coffee mug down on the kitchen counter, walking over to them. Ghost, in turn, setting down their teacup on its saucer. Yer happiness and well-being is all that matters to mae. Ah’m more than content with ye just being by my side like this…”, Soap says, with now half-lidded eyes. Cradling it’s face in his hands, as it settles it’s own hands on his hips.

The two share a kiss before pulling back from each other,—shaky and gentle.

“But—“, Simon starts, utterly flustered, but is interrupted by Johnny kissing him again, His hands stilling cupping their rosy cheeks.

It’s more passionate this time around, and it makes Ghost gasp, breath hitching, and it’s pulse race. Small noises slipping from the both of them.

“No ifs, ands, or buts..I love ye Si, I love ye so much. Yer mae everything. Words cannae even describe…Yer more than enough Si..”, Soap says, babbling a little, closing his eyes and touching their foreheads together.

“Ah’ll tell ye over and over, as many times as it takes to get it through yer thick skull.—Yer loved more than ye could ever know. Yer not a burden or a monster,—yer Simon…..I hope one day ye’ll see in yerself, what I see in ye”, Johnny finishes, finally moving his hands down from Ghost's face to take his hands in his.

He opens his eyes again, only to be met with his boyfriend bursting into tears, with them streaming down like a waterfall.

His actions had always spoken much louder than his words,—that is,—until this moment. (And though his actions did certainly help things in this instance like usual,—he could tell it still wasn’t the real kicker).

Overcome with emotion,—and the fact that he may have finally gotten through to it,—he fails to stop himself from crying too.

Eyes wide but soft, vulnerable, and begging Soap not to wound them. Simon's lips quivering, and hung slightly open in a stunned silence.

"Di-Did I say something wrong?—“, Johnny begins to overthink, but abruptly stops, as Ghost unlinks their hands and embraces him. Burying it’s tear streaked face into his neck, and Soap can’t help but be transported back in time to last night.

Tears still flowing and soaking his neck, as he tenses up again, with his thoughts running wild once more.

Reading Johnny’s body language, Simon lifts up.

“Ya did nothing wrong. Ya said nothing wrong.—And I hope so. I hope I can love myself, as much as you love me.—Thank you. Thank you so much, Johnny”, Ghost sobs, before kissing him this time. Before he can even respond, a hand is gripping tightly onto his mohawk like a makeshift love handle, while the other arm is wrapped around his waist.

Feral, with teeth scraping against lips, and their tongues clashing against each other. Primal, with harsh breaths being taken in through their noses, and small moans and groans climbing their way out of their throats. Both of their faces now tear-streaked, and they can both feel the wetness of their cheeks pressing up against each other.

Simon flips them over to where Soap is now the one pressed up against the counter. Before Ghost finally pulls away, and peppers kisses all over his face and neck. Mouthing at and paying special attention to the scar across his eye and the one on his chin. All the while, Johnny is writhing, scratching his nails against their scalp and back.

“Woah…..He breathes out panting.—Well yer pretty chipper this mornin’, aren’t ye?”, Soap says teasingly, a bit dazed, with a goofy smile that’s so wide that it hurts.

Simon chuckles. “Uh-huh, though I'd be even more “chipper” if we could eat first”, it suggests, just as breathless, smiling just as wide, and is just as dazed. Before finally coming to, and lifting off of Johnny entirely.

“Sounds like a plan”, Soap agrees, suddenly more eager, after he hears both their stomachs gurgling and growling.

…

The pair chow down on a bowl of some semi-burnt scrambled eggs each, and black toast with jam (how appetizing,—strawberry jam for Johnny, and grape for Simon). Neither of them really being able to cook for shit. (Most times defaulting to eating out somewhere, or microwaving some frozen dinners. Sometimes turning on a movie or a nature documentary to watch while (and after) they eat. Cuddling up to one another, full and content). The team effort they had made didn’t go well AT ALL, and it was one eventful shit show. Left them both laughing and shooting the shit the whole time, (which is probably why they fucked up so bad in the first place,—minus their almost non-existent culinary skills). Ghost was in charge of the eggs (because if they weren’t, they’d be even more burnt), and Soap was in charge of the toast (which he promptly forgot about of course).

The two had already downed a banana and an apple respectively, for a more balanced breakfast. Both the core and the peel still sitting somewhere on the kitchen table, having not been thrown away yet.

As they’re finishing up their drinks—Ghost finally pipes up after a long bit silence,—on a relatively quiet morning, at least for them.

“I think I get it now.”

“Git whot?”, Johnny slurs, as he speaks with his mouth full.

“That ya…Simon huffs a laugh at the slurred voice, and blushes. He takes the final sip of his tea, before placing it down on the table��Really, truly love me.”

Wow.

It actually said it.

“Mm-hm,—he swallows—and just how much do I love ye?”, Soap prods further, a mischievous grin on his face. He sets his fork down in his bowl of eggs, and puts his half-eaten toast back on their large, shared plate. (As they decided to consolidate, as to not have to wash so many dishes). (Not to mention, the bowls they’re eating out of are disposable).

Fockin’ Bastard.

“M-more than anything in the whole wide world…”, Ghost chokes out, avoiding Johnny’s gaze. Viciously taking a bite out of their toast.

Embarrassed as all hell, as it knows that it’s as red as a tomato at this point,—he can fucking feel it.

And he hates it, but somehow loves it, at the same time…

“That’s right. And who are ye?”

He raises an eyebrow, with that shit-eating grin still on his face.

“Simon Riley…Simon “Ghost” Riley.”

It corrects, before he can reprimand him. Shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly,—but with no malice or venom towards himself.

“Good boy. And don’t ye ever forget it”, Soap says, before simply turning his attention back to his food.

Ghost still pink, practically glowing at this point, with their pale skin not doing them any favors. They rub the back of their neck, before doing the same, trying to scarf it down as fast as possible. So it can excuse itself from the table,—as soon as possible.

…

The rest of day was spent in more bliss than ever before.

The couple’s bond having been forever strengthened and deepened,—from a seemingly ordinary weekend.

No longer would Simon harbor doubts about Johnny’s love for him. No longer would Ghost be afraid of being vulnerable or opening up around him.

It’s last reinforced concrete wall had been blown to smithereens, to hell and back, and here he was exposed in all his glorious beauty…

Soap be damned if he wouldn’t protect them with all he’s damn well got.

He’d be his life preserver when lost in the deep ocean and crashing waves of their own mind, own psyche. Be there for it when and wherever possible, drop everything, just to give him a mere pint of comfort. He could care less about them venting to him,—they could include all the specifics and gory details, and he wouldn’t even flinch. Simon would have his full attention, like he’s in debrief. Offering solace when and where he can,—in between listening like a dog with it’s ears perked up, at a noise that had caught it’s attention.

He’d watch it’s six,—always. Providing cover fire,—for their sake and their sake only,—he likes to make it’s job as easy as possible after all. Ghost’s own personal one-man clean up crew, aiming to save them from the exhaustion or stress. He’d butcher every last fucking tango, shadow,—every person who dare lay a finger on them. Johnny’d take a bullet through the head again,—just to save Simon and have the satisfaction of knowing he’d be okay,—that they would make it out alive at least.

He’d give his life up for him.

And Johnny damn well knows they would do the same, and then some. Possessiveness being one hell of a trait of it’s.

But now, there was no more walking on eggshells around him.

No more fear of crossing lines or boundaries. The two now harmonious in their radiant love.

~Fin.~

SOFTIE/SHY GHOST MY BELOVED

SOAP BEING THE BEST AT TAKING CARE OF HIS MANS MY BELOVED

I AM A PROUD SIMP OF THE WHOLE SOULMATES OR CHEESY ASS STAR CROSSED LOVERS TROPE SUE ME, I EAT THAT SHIT UPPP

I want to thank everyone for their support and stuff on this! I hope you’ve all enjoyed it, because I’ve certainly enjoyed writing it!! :

[ot-hoe-me]

OC Tag Game

I was tagged by: @stephschoices

I tag: anyone who wants to do this.

I am putting this under a cut because some of these responses got LONG lmao.

* I am SO sorry that I’m so late responding to this but I needed time to Think Thoughts and then get them at least mostly in order (I hope.)

FAVOURITE OC: WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME CHOOSE THIS IS SO HARD!!!!

I mean, I love all of my OCs in one way or another so it’s very hard to pick. In the interest of not having any overlap with the other categories I’ll answer this one last. I was initially stuck choosing between Valencia Talward my Hunter-heritage Battle Mage, Trouble-mancing Main MC for Lena’s/ @shepherds-of-haven IF because I do love her a lot because she’s very kind and courageous, and the way Lina has coded the personality/talent stats you can excel in more than one rather than picking one and sticking with it (ONLY charisma or ONLY intelligence, cunning, etc.) and you can choose multiple and it be feasible. The biggest selling point is the immaculate found family vibe you cultivate with the ROs (that is, if you choose not to be an evil sob) and even better - see the relationship developments between each other this game and these characters and this world are made with obvious love and care. Can’t recommend ShoH enough. BUT.

I decided that the most logical choice for Favourite OC is my apprentice Estelle Circinus from The Arcana game. I have her as my icon and as my blog banner along with Asra, she’s the OC I have the most art commissions of - and I plan to add to that particular collection in the future. And finally, she’s also up there with Alice of being one of my most developed OCs with lore, backstory, what her future looks like beyond canon and I also have multiple AUs for her in various stages of development. So, Estelle is my final answer.

NEWEST OC: Aruna Chase/Singh

Aruna is my newest fleshed out OC who is my Baxter-mancer for Our Life: Beginnings and Always (surname Chase to fit this MC’s family.) and is my secondary MC for Our Life: Now and Forever (surname Singh because here the family is MC’s bio mom.) Of course she is obligated to flirt with Baxter at every opportunity before he leaves Golden Grove, but beyond that I don’t know if she’s going to actually romance anyone. (I already have a Qiu-mancer and they’re crushes from childhood. So my options are; making Aruna a Tamarack-mancer from Step 3-on, a Qiu-mancer Step 3-on, or not giving her a romance at all within the confines of the canon storyline for OLNF.) And of course, both games are by @gb-patch though the latter is only a demo at the moment. Highly, HIGHLY recommend playing OLBA though if you haven’t already (especially if you like guys but if not then that’s cool too, you can play completely platonically or aroace instead and not miss TOO much story.)

OLDEST OC: Alice Walker

Alice is my MC originally from Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of Time/Darkness/Sky so when I bought Darkness when it came out in 2008 (according to bulbapedia, geez that really was 15 years ago. I was 12 years old when I first made her. Wow I am feeling old right now lol.) So playing that, then watching Lucario and the Mystery of Mew for the first time years after it was dubbed even, which I saw for the first time around that time + the release of Sky and playing it helped me develop her more. Alice was my first OC, first with an in-depth backstory and lore, and has without a doubt been the OC who has undergone the most evolution (lol) over the years. I still think about her to this day. But yeah, first she was just my MC for Explorers of Darkness/Sky who turned into a Pikachu in Darkness, but then she became someone who could wield Aura, so when Sky came out I made her a Riolu even though only boy MCs could be Riolu but I said screw that. Originally she was born in the Dark Future, but more recently I changed her backstory to being born in the “present” of the Pokemon Universe in the Kingdom (honestly, think it should be Queendom though frfr) of Rota. She’s four??? (this is me forgetting for the moment if I have her start her journey at 13 or 14 years old lol) years older than Red, Blue/Green, Leaf, etc. but still leaves Rota to start her Pokemon Journey at the same time as them and like. Going through the regions/games including The Mains, PMD: Explorers, Rangers of Almia/Oblivia and more recently, fan games like Pokemon Reborn, Insurgence, Empyrean and Rejuvenation (Rejuvenation is without a doubt my favourite of the fan games by far, though they are all really good, but this is still a WIP while the other three are complete.) So yeah, Alice’s new canon birth timeline/existence is a mix of game and anime worlds. She’s an aura guardian and after Arceus resurrects her after her sacrifice to prevent Temporal Tower from collapsing and stop Dialga from becoming Primal Dialga - they make her immortal. But not only that, they also bestow a portion of their power on her so she can act as their agent, and essentially as an avatar or proxy to carry out their will (by continuing to carry out her duty as an aura guardian to safeguard all of creation/life - but to the extreme) in return for them bringing her back to life. So she’s elevated to become a demigoddess, essentially. After that, she’s sent back to her own time, and then all across other points time and space and other dimension, becoming The Deus Ex Machina of Heroes. Because of all this her Trainer Title would have gone from Trainer Alice -> Aura Guardian Alice -> Eternal Guardian Alice. Basically THE Ultimate Mary Sue but she deserves this as the privilege of being my first-ever OC and because cringe is dead...also I ship her with Steven Stone because the age gap definitely closes because of the time-fuckery. Shhhhh.

MEANEST OC: Araina Emroth

I don’t really have any mean OCs tbh because I don’t like making or playing rude/bitchy or cruel characters, so the closest I can get to answering that question would have to be me asking myself who is my ANGRIEST OC? And how do they use that anger/how morally dubious do their actions get because of it? I have a handful of OCs that fit the bill but my reflexive answer to this is my MC Araina Emroth from the IF Spellbound: A Ghost Story. It is solely on the CoG forum but I am begging you - if you haven’t played the demo already please PLEASE do it - it is so good!!!! Anyway, to give you tiny tidbits to make you want to play, the reason why she’s angry is that, since I chose the rebel backstory over the knight backstory, putting it mildly, her kingdom is corrupt. So not only is she out for revenge, she’s of the mindset that she’s ready to take on the ‘whole world’ to cut out the rot of her homeland in order to redeem it even if she has to do it alone. Also in regards to Callum...I chose the childhood rivals bully route for him and as in all things, she never can fully let go of a grudge. So yeah, she's the passionate, charismatic revolutionary in life. And while she mellows out after 800+ years of being dead, hm. Wonder where the future will lead? (I am torn between getting her to time travel to her own body while she was still alive, and to snatch the amulet off of Callum and destroy it and then go on how it should have been. Or her finally being able to let go and find a way for her to live a new life in the present.) ANYWAY - play it!!!

SOFTEST OC: Fallon Rose

Most of my MCs are pretty-very soft so it’s kind of hard to pick just one, but, I will go with Fallon - my MC from Underfell IF and Mafiafell IF by @darkpetal16 for the fact with how she writes MC, especially in Underfell - is very kind, empathetic, optimistic, and very very forgiving by nature. You’ll see what I mean if you decide to play~ Please do, if you enjoy Undertale and AUs. (Also fun fact, her name is a pun on Fall and Rise.)

MOST ALOOF/STANDOFFISH OC: Serena Klein

Like with the mean OC category I don’t really have any aloof or standoffish OCs so the closest I can answer for this category is Serena Klein, my MC from @attollogame because I play her as intimidating/stoic, and cunning but. I would never say that she’s uncaring or unemotional. If anything, she cares too much and is very emotional but is able to mask it really well (unless it concerns her brother Atticus) and she also has natural RBF.

DUMBEST (AFFECTIONATE) OC: Belle Duval-Emma Tie

It’s a toss up between my main MC for @trinitytrilogy Zeus’ Dilemma, Belle, Demigoddess and Daughter of Aphrodite, who currently has a literal intelligence stat of 0 (RIP) though my headcanon is that she does at least have average intelligence. And my MC for Last Legacy (RIP because of NixHydra the company being complete idiots, and Dorian not really being better it looks very likely it will never be finished because the writers don’t have the creative/ownership rights to it. Not bitter about this at all.) Emma, because she is mostly a self insert aside from the whole barista and makes-own-cosplays cosplayer deal. And me being who I am...enough said lmao. 

SMARTEST OC: Chloe Rodgers

Chloe is my main MC from the Keeper Trilogy by @keeperofthesunandmoon is without a doubt my smartest MC as with how high her intelligence stat is, and how quickly she grasps magic in her new life as a magician is prodigious - she is a literal genius.

OC I'D BE FRIENDS WITH: Ava Holden-Last

I’d be friends with Ava for sure, and why am I choosing her aside from making sure there’s no overlap? She’s one of my most normal and well-adjusted OCs, she’s successful, has no mental illnesses, she’s also plus size like me so she knows my struggles. She’s also a fashion designer so you know she’d be putting out fire clothes that I’d go broke for. She would be the extrovert who would adopt me, and of course I gave her my interests and hobbies/hobbies I wish I had as well so we’d get along really well. And I just have to say the she is defying the ‘mean girl californian’ stereotype and absolutely help a guy out with his English homework so he can go out on a date to kiss a cute guy, you know it. You best believe. Also she would threaten to beat up my depression, and I wholeheartedly believe that she would succeed in eradicating it. Right, and she’s my main MC for Our Life: Beginnings and Always by @gb-patch who eventually marries Cove.

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Oh HECK YEAH i love when you do these!!! :D ❄️☂️🌪 please! :) (also, is it okay if we respond to them? Lol? It's such a joy to hear your thoughts :) and that upcoming oc fic of yours has me like 👀👀👀👀 but i dont wanna spam lmao) hope you're having a great day!!!

Hey, Devin here!

Also, feel free to interact in any way you like! You can write in the tags, through the main reblog, asks, dms, etc! I love getting feedback from my readers!

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^^^PLEASE

Anywhoozles!!!

❄️ Share a snippet from a WIP of your choosing.

Since you seemed interested in my oc fic, I’ll give you a snippet from there!

☂️ Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

I really want to write a polyam fic with either octatrio and an oc or AceDeuceYuu. It would be really cute and explore how their dynamics changes from their fourth year at internship to the very beginning of their adult lives.

For AceDeuceYuu, Ace and Deuce would be the main ship before they realize that they’re both head over heels for their favorite magicless prefect. The romance for Ace and Deuce starts in third year when they begin to have more respect and regard for one another while their budding romantic/sexual feelings for Yuu starts manifesting when they’re all roommates after graduation and they need to look for work together.

It’s gonna be a trial for all three of the characters where Deuce realizes that he doesn’t have to stick to monogamy, Ace has to make sure to be open when communicating, and Yuu has to open their heart that maybe, even when they can’t go back to their home world, they still have two idiots to go back home to.

(By the by, Grim is also there, but he wants to open up a Beast Taming course back in NRC and spends most of the story interning at another academy that specializes in the subject).

As for the octatrio and their oc fic… I can’t give it all away because it relate to another wip, but basically, it’s about forgiveness, acceptance, and openness between landfolk and sea folk dwellers. There’s going to be angst, anger, and a whole lot of shenanigans and dinglehoppers and whatsitcalleds for the vast majority of it.

The first wip is contingent on creativity while the second depends on the fact that I need to complete another wip before getting to the polyam.

🌪 Sum up a WIP with a few fic tropes/Ao3 tags.

For my twst oc WIP:

* Crowley’s A+ Headmaging/Parenting

* Isekai

* Angst

* Drama

* Bullying

* Alternate Universe

* Hurt/Comfort

* Found Family

* Deviates from Canon

* Everybody is Bad at Feelings

* Original Characters (seriously, there’s a lot of them)

* Worldbuilding and Lore

Thank you so much for the questions and I hope you have a wonderful day!

Feel free to ask more questions spam me and message me if you like! :D

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Favourite Tarlos Scenes!!

Tagged by @guardian-angle22 and @whenshereads thank youuuu

5. “I love how big your heart is for bringing in strays.”

This whole episode could go on here to be honest. I love when this show just embraces how insane it is and goes full comedy and Rafa and Ronen both could easily star in a sitcom. This episode is such a nice light view of their often heavy relationship and it shows how much they love and support each other without either of them being in pain, which is a really nice change. Plus, I love TK loving animals and relate to it a lot because I would also bring home a lizard like that. And also Vegan!TK is canon to me okay.

4. “Lou 2, or Louis the Second”

Can you tell I love lizards??? This scene is just all kinds of lovely and adorable. Never mind the most adorable and gorgeous bearded dragon I have ever scene, the way they support each other and put the other’s needs first here is just *mwah*. I love watching their conflict resolution skills in seasons 3 and 4 because we really see how fucking healthy their relationship is in a way that I don’t think we often see on TV, especially soap operas. Of course this episode drove home that Carlos is not Mentally Healthy lol so he should really go to therapy cos Gabriel (rip tho I notoriously never liked him) fucked him up soooooo bad. Also shoutout to Jewish TK in this episode cos that made me deeply happy. Second shoutout to the entire Riddle of the Sphinx episode which I’m not including only because my explanation for why I love it is pretty much the same as it was for this scene and there’s too many fucking amazing scenes to choose from.

3. “And we’re soulmates.”

Gotta love a comfort scene. I mean. Just the way they love each other so hard in this scene and the way Carlos comforts TK with touch and the way TK wants to protect him but Carlos just can’t fathom a world where he wouldn’t spend whatever life they have together and the way they end the scene hugging instead of kissing??? (Cue Dear Baby from Waitress lmao) They just. They’re so ???? You know??????? Sorry I’ve run out of words. You get it though.

2. “Breathe.”

There’s just so much relief and care in this scene. The number of times I’ve watched it just willing it to be LONGER. I love a reunion scene, I love a comfort scene and this aces both. There was so much great build up to this moment and so many emotions riding on it and it could have fallen flat but it didn’t. TK barely being able to open his eyes but still noticing that Carlos wasn’t okay and taking care of him the only way he could even though he literally just almost died??? Fucking inspired. This enveloping hug???? The love is fucking palpable. What a scene man. What a fucking scene. Wish it was longer.

1. “Tyler, can I say yes now?”

What can I even say really?? It’s the perfect proposal scene. It’s so deeply romantic in its simplicity. It’s raw and honest and not some big public spectacle (which just makes me cringe) it’s just them sharing their love. The scene is emotional and funny and so VERY them. The acting is wonderful, the writing is wonderful, Carlos calling TK Tyler is a God-tier choice every time… I cannot tell you how many times I’ve watched this scene. And it still makes me cry. I want to be enveloped by this scene. I want it pumped into my veins. I want to LIVE in it. Absolute perfection.

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