#if you have any questions/want any additional info PLEASE hit me up I am so full of information about the Dreaming and nothing to do with i

[silver-soliloquy]

hey, I read the Dreaming recently and can maybe help with this! the Dreaming starts out as standalone stories (between 1 and 4 chapters long, usually) and transitions into being a single narrative split into arcs, with a couple standalone stories thrown in. I believe this is mostly due to Caitlin R Kiernan becoming the lead writer; they introduce some ocs who become main characters and are relevant across plot lines (and are delightful, if you ask me; Echo ended up being my favorite part of the comic).

If you’re reading for just Corinthian reasons, Souvenirs (#17-19) is the first Corinthian story and also the beginning of the main narrative! It introduces Echo, who is very intertwined with the Corinthian and who will be around till the end of the comic. You can definitely read this as a standalone and tbh I think it’s the best part of the whole series; if you’re going to read any of the Dreaming, Souvenirs should be it.

(details on the rest of the comic, with some spoilers, under the cut)

#20-21, the Dark Rose, is a historical story with the Corinthian lurking around but not really the main character; I’ll be honest I don’t remember this one too well. It connects with the main storyline but if you skip it you won’t miss anything, it’s mostly peripheral backstory

#22-24, Unkindness of One, is a direct follow-up to Souvenirs but focuses mostly on Matthew, Eve and Echo; does not feature the Corinthian but is very much about him, and is relevant to later Corinthian plots. Unskippable if you’re interested in following Echo’s plotline; I’d recommend reading this one for Corinthian reasons even though he doesn’t physically appear.

#25 is a historical standalone about a previous raven, and skippable; #26-31 are Cain and Abel-centric, but part of the main storyline. If you’re not interested in Cain and Abel you can probably skip them, but things will make more sense if you don’t? idk here, I find Cain and Abel super boring personally but they are definitely plot-relevant and skipping might make later stuff confusing. Maybe read the wiki summaries. #32 is another historical standalone, #33-34 is more plot-relevant Cain and Abel. #33 also introduces the character of Tethys, who becomes important later as [!!!SPOILER!!!] Dream’s next raven [/ENDSPOILER], but this is mostly a backstory chapter for her and can be skipped if you want.

#35 Kaleidoscope has some Lucien backstory that becomes relevant to the main plot, and also connects to the Dark Rose

#36-38, the Gyres, picks up the Corinthian/Matthew/Echo plot from Unkindness of One. Definitely read this. At this point Echo kind of shifts to protagonist and the Corinthian and Matthew to antagonists, which is fun; I think this also introduces Evangeline, who will stick around.

#39 the Lost Language of Flowers is a plot-relevant story about Evangeline’s sister, who continues to be around in later arcs. Recommend if you’re invested in Caitlin Kiernan’s ocs.

#40-43, Fox and Hounds, concludes the Corinthian/Matthew/Echo plotline started in Souvenirs. You could probably stop here if you wanted, although the Corinthian and Echo will still be around in the main plot.

#44-49, Trinket, follows up on Evangeline and Maddie as well as Lucien and Nuala. I’ll be honest, I really don’t like what Caitlin Kiernan does with Nuala as a character. This arc also needs a trigger warning for sexual assault (not on-page but really came out of nowhere and I found it pretty upsetting). Relevant to the overall storyline and to the Evangeline and Maddie plot, however.

#50 is more Cain and Abel, relevant to the main plot.

#51 is the final Evangeline and Maddie chapter. Once again, recommend if you’re invested in Caitlin Kiernan’s ocs; also includes Sissy, one of my personal faves.

#52-54, Exiles: Corinthian time! This follows Fox and Hounds and is the most Corinthian-centric arc. Also important for Echo, if you’re following her arc.

#55 and #56 are completely standalone sidestories, skip

#57-60, Rise, are the conclusion of the main storyline! Mostly Echo-centric, but the Corinthian is around. Will probably be confusing if you skipped the Cain and Abel stuff? At this point I think the plot has gone completely off the rails but in a super fun way, to me at least. Also Echo is my most beloved babygirl and can do as many war crimes as she wants.

Aaaand that’s the Dreaming! (As a side note, you can read it on dcuniverse here with a free trial to the ultra plan (as well as Sandman and basically any DC comic); you can also make as many accounts as you have email addresses and get a free trial every time. just saying.)

I have been perplexed on the appearances of the Corinthian in The Dreaming comics given that I believe this series is a collection of stories rather than a single narrative line (though I am not entirely sure, I may be incorrect on this), so I combed through each individual issue on the DC Fandom Wiki to find out which specific comics he appears in. The comics he appears in are listed below.

"Souvenirs" (#17, #18, #19)

"The Unwalked Path" (#20, #21)

"Kaleidoscope" (#35) (In Dream Sequence Only)

"Slow Dying" (#36)

"Pariah" (#37)

"Apostate" (#38)

"New Orleans For Free" (#40)

"Detonation Boulevard" (#42)

"The Two Trees" (#43)

"Restoration" (#50) (Mentioned Only)

"Exiles" (#52, 53, 54)

"The Prodigals" (#59)

"Awakenings" (#60)

He is a main, supporting, or antagonist character in 16 of the 60 issues, with two additional mentions in either dream sequence or conversation.

[aces-and-angels]

ART CAMPAIGN BOOST SUBMISSIONS:

edit: i hit the image limit for this post, so any new additions will be included here

the tag is starting to get kinda crowded (great problem, dw). i just thought compiling them all here would make things easier for everyone to find! all of the art displayed below is free to use for the purposes of promoting vetted gfm's here on tumblr. no credit is needed unless specified (marked = ***). if you have any questions regarding how to craft a post using any of the art provided -> please do not hesitate to reach out to me! note: please press follow post as i will most likely need to update this masterlist from time to time.

some info is below the cut on how to best utilize this material. please read it in its entirety before using any artwork. thank you 🖤

learn how to make art for this project here:

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this project has gained a lot of momentum and has shown very promising results. the level of engagement once art is attached to a vetted gfm increases significantly. you will see what i mean as i have linked example posts of how to best use these pieces to help families in need.

i currently have a list of over 20+ families that i am spotlighting in my own personal progress tracker (the list has gotten so long that i now need to make a second version to accommodate all the families trying to get in contact with me).

this art campaign boost is truly meant to be utilized by anyone. i would sincerely appreciate it if y'all could take some time and pick maybe 1-2 people from this list and use the art below to create your own signal boost posts on the families' behalf. as someone who is periodically tracking their progress- i know that donation rates have slowed for a number of them. i am one person and can only do so much on my own. the essence of this initiative is to get more people to mobilize as a collective. it will take everyone to get on board in order for these families to be able to reach their goals. that means spotlighting their accounts/campaigns periodically.

you need to keep up the momentum.

the individuals you are helping currently live in areas with minimal internet connection, meaning it is very difficult to spotlight themselves on their own. especially since this site is continuously suppressing/deleting their accounts. they need you to interact with their content. tumblr isn't like other social media sites. it's known for being very 'anti-algorithm' and it's common culture for many of us to not really care about our levels of engagement (i.e. follower count/amount of notes per post). it's very hard for your own content to "break" your inner circle of followers and gain traction if the topic of the post is not "popular" or "trending" these families are not operating on this site the same way you are. you may be using this platform as a means to "just vibe" but they are using it as a desperate attempt to raise essential funding to save their lives. the importance that their posts be elevated cannot be overstated. anyone who has ever created any sort of og content here knows how quickly a post can die out if no one interacts with it. this cannot happen with them.

tips for making your own signal boost post* (*for vetted campaigns):

-> make it easy to read + eye-catching: the problem i am seeing when you search many of these families' accounts is that their "tag" (username of their account) is full of the same types of posts (i.e. a generic response to their initial message to another person on tumblr) <- aka it is very easy for people to tune out which is the opposite of what we want to happen. creating your OWN posts in response to their asks allows the art to appear FIRST when people look up someone's account via tumblr's search bar, which will attract more attention to their accounts. it also forces people who are making these posts to actually sit down and read the stories they are sharing with the rest of their mutuals/lurkers alike -> include verification sources: the main reason people are searching for these accounts is b/c they are trying to see if it is okay to reblog/share their campaign with their own following. if you address this plainly and early on in your post that includes artwork -> people are more likely to interact -> tag the account you are promoting: please include the families' account as one of your #'s so it will appear when you search for their names on tumblr. also try @'ing their account in your post so it'll be easier for these families to find your work. some of them are incredibly new to the platform and may not be aware of all its features. something that you may find intuitive may not be as easily understood for these individuals. your role is to make them as easy as possible to find for others so they can gain more support. --- don't have time to type out a whole post for a family on their behalf? -> interact with one of theirs! attach something nice/helpful to their posts so it is more readily available for others to share. the same rules apply from above. as i said before, some of these accounts are brand spanking new and are not formatted in the same ways as others that may be more well-versed on how tumblr operates in terms of promoting their campaigns. (for example: even if the account has been vetted/verified by multiple trusted individuals- the owners of that account may not know to include that info in their posts about their campaign every single time they post. you can make their lives easier by including that info for them by reblogging one of their og posts and adding the necessary info on their behalf)

you can also find a more comprehensive list of vetted campaigns by el-shab-hussein/nabulsi here <- their list is now over 200+ with several campaigns that are "in the red" (very low in funding). please do not hesitate to try to spotlight anyone from this list as well!

el-shab-hussein also has a masterpost pinned here with additional campaigns (including those for other countries like sudan)

alright i've explained enough- time for the art!

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[atinyniki]

i hate you.

group: tomorrow x together !

pairing: non idol!huening kai x f!reader

genre: hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, suggestive

warnings + additional info: reader is referred to as y/n, misunderstandings, love confessions, crying, kissing, a little suggestive at the end, friends to lovers, insecurities.

authors note: thought of this scenario after my friend of like four years told me they hated me as a joke </3 sorry if its not angsty enough lmfao :P this is also not proofread. english is not my first language, so please excuse any grammatical or spelling errors. happy reading :)

wc: 1255

he throws another pillow, but this time it hits you straight in the face. you giggle, throwing one back at him, but he dodges it.

“ugh! i hate you”

“i know.”

“what��?”

“i said i know.”

your eyes widen in surprise, your heart clenching in your chest. “kai…”

he looks back up at you, completely disheveled from the pillow fight that took place seconds earlier.

everything is still a mess, the sheets are ruined, there’s pillows absolutely everywhere, yet the only thing you can stare at is him.

“what do you mean…?”

you stand at the foot of the bed, still completely shocked by the sudden shift in the atmosphere. only seconds ago you were giggling with him, whacking him with your pillows and screaming in delight.

yet now, it’s as if everything has changed by the sudden confession. you stare back into his teary eyes, and you realize that he means it.

“i don’t know… you just always say it…”

“yeah but— i mean it in a playful way…”

he sighs, the tears finally spilling over his waterline. “how was i supposed to know…”, he whispers.

if you weren’t paying attention, you doubt you would have even heard his voice. you take a deep breath, sitting across from him at the other end of the bed.

“i say it all the time, kai.”

“i know…”

and it all makes sense now. every time you’ve said it, though in a playful manner, his mood has changed.

sometimes he goes quiet. sometimes his smile fades, and sometimes the happiness is sucked out of him. and it’s your fault.

“so every time i’ve said it—”

“yeah”

“kai… why didn’t you tell me?”

he doesn’t feel the need to answer your question, instead asking you something else.

“did i do something?”

“what?”

please don’t say he thinks it his fault.

“you say it a lot…”

“kai… i say that to everyone. i promise. why didn’t you tell me…?”

he doesn’t answer, only tilting his head down further. he doesn’t want you to see him in such a vulnerable state, even though he’s your best friend. 

you scoot closer towards him, pushing the hair out of his face. the second you touch him, he bursts into tears, a loud sob escaping his lips before he could stop it.

“oh kai… i’m so sorry.”

you bring up an arm wrap him in a hug, but he shrugs it off.

“d-don’t touch me…”

you instantly retract your hand, the situation suddenly becoming awkward. before you can say anything, he butts in again.

“i’m sorry… it’s not your fault. i shouldn’t act that way towards you.”

he tentatively inches his hand towards yours, linking your pinkies together. you take the chance to lace your fingers together.

“do you like me, y/n?”

“i love you kai, you’re my best friend…”

“why have you never said that to me before…?”

you furrow your brows in confusion. surely you’ve told him you loved him, right?

“im sure i have at least—“

“no, you haven’t.”

your head drops down, staring at the place next to you where your hands connect. “i’m sorry, kai. i really do love you.”

“i love you too. i sometimes think i love you too much. my friends think im in love with you. i think i am too.”

“what?”

“no. i know im in love with you. i know im in love with you because of how painful it is. how much it hurts. it hurts to know you will never see me the way i see you. it hurts because i feel like ive lost someone that i’ve never had in the first place. everything hurts, y/n. but i’ll love you just the same…”

he doesn’t even notice that he’s crying until he feels the droplets trickle down his neck. it wasn’t really a planned confession, but he didn’t know how much longer he could hold back.

“kai.”

he continues staring at his lap, not wanting you to see him like this. 

you bring a hand up to cup his cheek, and you fix his gaze towards you. his eyes are focusing on everything except you.

“kai. look at me.”

another tear slips from his eye, and you swipe it away with your thumb. 

“c’mere…”

“really? even after—“

“kai.”, you repeat, a little sternly.

he scoots closer to you, and you finally wrap your arms around him. it makes him cry even more, but he doesn’t try to stop himself anymore. 

you kiss the top of his forehead, and he quickly jerks his head towards you. you smile, wiping the remaining tears off of his face.

“y/n…”

“before i say anything, i need you to calm down, okay?”

he nods, finally getting his breathing back to normal. small whimpers leave his lips as he hugs you tighter, and your heart cracks with each sound.

“i love you, kai. i really do. i wish id told you sooner, maybe you could have avoided all this pain. i know it’s a little backwards, but you’re the light of my life. even the simple things you do make me a lot happier than i’ve been able to express…”

“so… what are you saying?”

“i’m in love with you too, kai.”

he looks back up at you, planting a kiss on your jaw. “you mean it?”

“i mean it with all of my heart. i love everything about you, kai. and i mean everything. your eyes, your smile, your voice, your heart. anything you can think of…”

he smiles at you again, the tears finally coming to a halt. “why didn’t you tell me?”

“i’m terrified. i’m terrified of what’s to come, and i didn’t want to ruin anything between us either…”

he quickly pulls you onto his lap, smoothing down the small hairs sticking up from your scalp. it feels oddly intimate, and you can’t help but smile.

“it will be scary, i know. but will you take a chance? with me…?”

“what if it doesn’t end well?”

“then it doesn’t end well, there’s nothing else we can do. but if i don’t try i know i will regret it forever…”

you find yourself staring into his eyes for way too long, and your heart flutters in your chest. you have a choice to make.

the answer is quite obvious.

“kai… can i do something?”

“anything.”

you lean down, pressing your lips to his. they slot together perfectly, like a lock and a key. it takes him a second before he kisses you back, still taken aback by the sudden action.

he places his hands on your waist as you pin him against the headboard, now impossibly close. it takes a while for you to pull away, the feeling is too addicting.

“i—“

“before anything, i need you to promise that you’ll be completely honest with me, okay? tell me if i’m hurting you, or if you’re uncomfortable. i don’t want you to feel this way ever again…”

“i promise…”

you notice the way his cheeks go red from your touch, and you place another kiss to his forehead.

“awh, baby… you’re so cute”

“hey! i’m not cute… i’m just happy. i really thought you hated me…”

you kiss over his neck, flustering him even more. the crimson color spreads to his collarbone as well, and you giggle.

he holds onto your waist to ground you, his breathing getting heavier. slowly, you lower yourself onto him again, making him groan. 

“sounds like i have a lot to make up for then, hm?”

<3

[gaysindistress]

Gaysindistress’s 600 followers celebration

I combined the sleepover and blurb event because the poll was literally 50/50 😂

Anywayssssssss I’ve never hosted anything like this before and I wanted to celebrate hitting 600 followers!! I’m so grateful for all of the love and support that y’all have shown me 💕 it warms my heart and lowkey makes me want to cry thinking about all of the sweet comments and reblogs some of y’all have left. I literally have an album just for screenshots of them 😭 thank you and I love all of you 💕

rules:

- preference will given to those who are following me on either on this blog, gaysindistress, or my main punkrockrevivalist

- this event will be from November 11 to November 21

Without further ado….

To celebrate please send me an emoji with any additional request details from the list below:

🖼️ [moodboard]: I’ll make you a mood board based on a character or a fic that is either one of mine or yours. You can request one, or I can surprise you!

❓[ask me a question]: ask me anything about myself or one of my fics

For blurbs, please include the prompt number and the emoji with the character (with any additional request details) from the list below:

Example ask: “prompt 6 💧 with Bucky!”

Characters

Seb Stan: Bucky Barnes (my love)/winter soldier, Nick Fowler, Steve Kemp, Lee Bodecker, Max Burnett C Evans: Steve Rogers, Ransom Drysdale, Lloyd Hansen Misc: ACOTAR (Cassian, Az, Rhys), Pedro Pascal characters, Wanda, Yelena, Natasha, Sam Wilson, as well as other MCU characters. please note that I do NOT write RPF or for Tony Stark, John Walker, and Peter Quill. My guidelines can be found at the bottom of my masterlist for more info.

Prompts

I do not take credit for writing all of these prompts. I looked through many, many lists to make this one and I linked them 💕

Angst 💧

"I wish we never met. I regret the day I ever met you."

"I hope you’re happy now with someone else."

"What exactly do you want from me? Because I’ve been trying to figure it out, I just can’t."

"How am I ever going to be the same after this?"

"Say something. Anything. Please don’t let me sit in this silence."

"I stayed because I love you. Now I realize I should have left because you never loved me back."

Protective: ❤️‍🩹

“Hold my hand, okay? It’s gonna be over soon.”

“I need you to close your eyes for me love.”

“When I say run, I need you to do as I say without looking back and don’t wait for me.”

“I swear to you, that as long as I’m alive I won’t let a single soul ever harm you.”

“You can bury me yourself before I lose you. Now get down and don’t move.”

“Listen to me.  . . take deep breaths, yes follow my breathing just like that. There’s no need to panic, I’m right here now, aren’t I? You’re safe.”

Classic Bucky & Sam banter 🙊

“Who let you in here?”

“God you’re annoying.”

“Oh go fuck yourself.”

“Don’t look at me, that was all you!”

“you make me need to carry ibuprofen around.”

“Kiss me and I’ll…” “what? You’ll do what?”

Fluff 🧸

“I love you more than words can express."

“I'll love you til my lungs give out.” “Oh give me a break, you don’t mean that.” “I’m not lying, doll.”

“So… What’s the next date going to be?” Character b murmurs, nuzzling their face on Character A’s neck.

"Stay with me tonight. please."

"We don’t have to talk if you don’t want to. we can just sit here together until you feel up to anything else.”

"did we fall asleep?" "I think we did.."

Suggestive🌶️

This marriage has been nothing but a fake since the start. But we’re staying over at your parent’s home, and they’re expecting us to act like we’re in love… which side of the bed are you, regretfully, taking? 

"YOU SENT ME NUDES WHILE I WAS WITH THE GUYS/GIRLS!"

I’m damn freezing, and I know you run warm. You wouldn’t mind if I…

As a bodyguard, you’ve been posted in my bedroom. Just… come sleep next to me. That way I can be safe, and you can be comfortable. Deal? 

All the other hotel rooms are booked, and even though you are my ex, I would rather sleep next to you than a stranger, or even go back out into the snow. Move over, and let’s not talk about it. 

After a “there’s only one bed” kind of event, I slept next to you. But now, my bed seems so empty, and yours seems so comfortable. 

Dark 🌑

“don’t look at them, why are you looking at them? look at me. they’re not going to help you.”

“go on, scream for me.”

“Do you miss the way that I did everything for you? The way you watched me lose my mind? I hope it was entertaining.” A continues, their tone so chilling, it almost sends a shiver down B’s spine. A chuckles, there are obvious bags under their eyes, but it contrasts the fire within them.

“Did you really think i would let you go? Awe, doll, you should know better than that. You’re mine and I’m never letting you go.”

“I hope for your sake that you can run fast because you have approximately 30 seconds before I rip your throat out.”

“how you come out of this depends entirely on you. so i strongly suggest you cooperate, for your own sake.”

[thisonetimeinmeridian]

Hello tumblrverse! My friend Sally is in a bit of trouble right now, and I was wondering if you could spare a few moments and help out in any way you can. Below is an explanation of the situation, and it would be much appreciated if you could reblog if you are unable to donate at this time. Thank you for your time!

"Hi, I’m Sally, a Disabled gal battling the forces of red tape to get the government benefits I need to live an independent life. Help?

Sally Lobel’s Living Expenses Fundraiser:

Dear friends and family, this fundraiser is set up to help offset monthly living expenses for Sally while she navigates the red tape of obtaining disability financial aid from the government for her cerebral palsy.

More Info:

Sally has been fighting against the red tape of governmental financial aid for years in an attempt to receive disability financial relief for her basic living expenses: rent, food, transportation, medication, treatment, etc. Unfortunately, due to some unforeseen missteps and misfiling by her team in their application, the government has determined that she is ineligible–without considering information from some of the professionals who know her and her condition best. She is currently appealing their decision, a process that can take up to 6 months. To make ends meet in the meantime, Sally has been trying everything possible to keep herself financially afloat, from housesitting to tutoring. However, the extra commitments she has been taking on (in addition to her many weekly medical appointments) have been draining her, and we want to put a stop to that.

That’s why we’re asking you for help! If you are able to donate anything to help Sally regain some agency over the way she spends her time and lighten the load on her physical and mental health, we would be eternally grateful. Click the link below if you’re able to, or just leave an encouraging note!

Please note that at this time, I am not looking for legal or medical advice, as I have a team of experts trained for those aspects of this process. Thank you so much for any way you can help me with my living expenses during this endeavor!"

Thank you for your time and help! Please hit the reblog button, and if you have any further questions, please do not hesitate to reach out! Thanks again! Much love xoxo

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 317: My Boy Was Just Like Me

Previously on BnHA: AFO randomly blew up Lady Nagant as a good reminder of why you should never make a deal with this fucking guy, smdh. Hawks was all “well if it isn’t my two best friends, Deku and Lady Nagant, both of whom I respect and love tremendously.” Everyone was all “??” and Horikoshi was all “shh... just pretend” because it was too embarrassing for him to admit that he forgot to write a couple of set-up flashbacks I guess. Anyway so Hawks got Lady to tell them where AFO was hiding out, and everyone said goodbye to her and Overhaul, who never did get to see his boss (sorry buddy, I’ll send you a vial of my tears in the mail), and headed out to a house in the woods. AFO was all “hello Deku :) :) it sure is fun making you suffer :) :) :) anyways this is a trap”, and blew up the house. Yeah, we all here are getting reaaaaaaaal tired of your shit, AFO.

Today on BnHA: The Hawksquad and Edgeplatoon meet in a warehouse and are all “what should we do about the fact that everything sucks?” Mt. Lady is all “here’s a thought, what if we tried battling AFO with more than six people.” Hawks and Endeavor are all “great initiative, but just a friendly reminder that our friends also suck and would probably betray Deku which would suck further still.” Shouto is all “ANSWER THE PHONE DAD” and Endeavor is all “[IRONICALLY DOESN’T ANSWER THE PHONE].” Meanwhile over in Sadtown, capital of Sadland Prefecture, Japan, Deku is all “All Might, as you can clearly see I am completely fine and good, never been better in fact, definitely not caught up in the throes of an epic mental breakdown which is shutting me down emotionally, anyway so on that note I would like to leave you now goodbye!!” All Might is all “[can’t actually form any words because he’s too distraught].” Fandom is all “o(╥﹏╥)o.” Horikoshi is all “(*＾-’) 乃 [pew pew finger guns and barrel rolls into the darkness].”

sweet jesus lord

this literally doesn’t even look like Deku anymore?? this looks like Dark!Deku who shows up to fight you in that one room in the Water Temple. he looks like he’s about to crawl out of my television set and murder me with his psychic powers good lord

holy shit lmao Horikoshi is really just shrugging his shoulders and resolving last week’s cliffhanger with a single line of dialogue

fire is no one’s weakness. idk what other options you’ve got, AFO, but you’re gonna have to go back to the drawing board. maybe try bees or something. I’m just saying. we’re all expecting fire at this point but nobody is expecting bees

anyway so now they’re all sitting in some warehouse somewhere chatting about it I guess. shoutout to Horikoshi for finally giving my man Edgeshot some more dialogue at long last

well, Edgeshot, to answer your question, she exploded. so naturally she’s fine

nah just kidding, Hawks says she won’t be able to help them out much because she’s recovering from being exploded. this is the part where we all ignore the fact that Hawks got set on fire for like a full ten minutes back during the War arc and was only in the hospital for a day. anyways enjoy your temporary plot hiatus Nagant

man there’s a lot of dialogue here and I’m trying to figure out where to insert commentary but it’s kinda difficult lol. basically, Edge and the others are saying that they should gather up the other remaining heroes and get them all caught up on the whole OFA situation. which, hmmmm

like on the one hand, these guys definitely aren’t going to cut it on their own, so it’s a reasonable suggestion on the face of it. but on the other hand, do we really want to entrust the OFA secret to a bunch of other people, most of whom shat the bed during the War arc to be quite frank? is it really worth the additional risk? especially given that any one of them might go spilling the beans to the public -- or worse, betray them to AFO??

also just a quick side note here, Mt. Lady’s character development never ceases to delight me. she’s become so committed to her responsibility as a hero these days, and it fucking suits her. I genuinely consider to be one of the elites now. I mean it doesn’t hurt that all the other elites are fucking dead lol but still

wait what? Death Arms retired??

Death Arms as in the guy who was too afraid of a little fire to try and save a terrified 14-year-old kid who was slowly suffocating right before his eyes?? that Death Arms???? color me surprised. shocked, I tell you

...okay but holy fuck

Death Arms. bro. my expectations for you were low but holy shit. like I’m sorry, but I don’t even have it in me to try and pretend like I feel the slightest bit of sympathy for him or Old Man Samurai or any of those other guys today. thanks for a whole lot of nothing my dude. good riddance

(ETA: so I’m rereading this the next day and realize this comes off as kind of harsh, so let me just try to clarify. it’s not the fact that he’s quitting that bothers me, to be honest. it’s the fact that he’s quitting specifically because he feels like the public is being mean to him. that’s it.

seriously. it would be one thing if he was quitting because he was scared, because now that is human. nobody wants to die, and I doubt any amount of training can ever fully prepare someone to go up against that fear. but the thing is, he never once mentions that, or talks about the danger aspect. instead, I got the distinct vibe from this speech that Death Arms is one of those people who only became a hero because of the limelight. and I just don’t have any patience for that. if all you care about are likes and subscribes then go become a fucking youtuber or some shit. nothing wrong with that! but you didn’t; you signed up to be a hero and protect these people. they gave you their respect and admiration because they trusted you to protect them. and now that they’re no longer in the mood to worship and applaud your every move on account of them being scared shitless because they’re living in the literal end times, you decide to dip. so like okay, fine then. don’t let the door hit you on the way out. anyways lol sorry for the rant.)

anyway so yeah. perfect example of why I don’t exactly have a ton of faith in most of the remaining heroes out there lol. also let me just once again give a shoutout to my best girl Mt. Lady whom I suddenly find myself appreciating all the more

“please calm down makeste. drink some water and enjoy this fresh new jeans pun” listen Horikoshi don’t tell me what to do dammit

fine. it is a nice pun, I guess

-- damn so now Endeavor’s saying that the media is already being fed info by the retired heroes. so for some of these guys it wasn’t enough for them to abandon all the people they swore to protect and to leave their fellow heroes out in the cold; they decided they might as well actively make things worse for them while they were at it, huh. like I get wanting to spill all the dirty secrets from your old job that you just quit, but this isn’t Jeff Bezos you’re screwing over, this is a sixteen-year-old kid

-- like, yes!! this, right here!!

exactly!! let’s not forget that there are already two prior instances of this happening. Endeavor arguably deserved it, but Katsuki not so much

huh. Endeavor seems to have a more optimistic outlook regarding this than I do lol

I mean, this is the same public that didn’t hesitant to blame a kidnapped child for his own kidnapping, and then later on for being the downfall of the Symbol of Peace. but okay then

anyway so blah blah blah, more talk about how they need to use Deku as bait, which basically puts them back at square one, and then they’re all just trailing off into silence and sitting around in the dark lmao this is getting very depressing

SKDJFLSDKJ:LFKJ

SHOUTO?????

NOOOOOOOO ARE YOU KIDDING ME

OH HOW THE TURNTABLES OMG. THE GHOSTER HAS BECOME THE GHOSTEE. Endeavor you petty son of a bitch. and what a brutal cut to that flashback too. “let’s stop Touya together” nah Shouto I’ve got a better idea why don’t I abandon you in U.A. and sally off with Hawks and Jeanist to found the “let’s pretend like we’re doing something to help Deku” club, which basically consists of us sitting around making terrible decisions all day long

Shouto, honey. you deserve better my little Coca Cola can. .........but if you really do have something important you need to tell your dad you could just text it to him. all the love and support, hugs and kisses, you’re doing amazing sweetie. but if you need to pass on any vital information you can just write it down and hit send honey that’s all I’m saying love

now he’s getting another call?? -- or, no, Hawks is getting a call from All Might

ARE YOU FOR REAL HAWKS OMFG

so while you all were sitting around talking about how useless you are, the kid you’re supposed to be protecting was battling another hired gun. I see. please pardon me for one second, I have a phone call to make. the phone call is to RockLockRock and Manual. the reason for the call is to apologize for calling them the worst bodyguards ever back during the War arc. the reason for the apology is because it turns out I WAS SEVERELY MISTAKEN OMFG

JESUS CHRIST DEKU DID YOU JUST KILL THIS MAN LMAO

shoutout to Horikoshi for offscreening this fight. we get it, lol. Deku strong and scary, villains ineffectual and feeble, and AFO... [checks notes] yep, still a dick. the angst arc continues

-- the angst arc continues, SIR

jesus christ I may have to rethink all of my opinions about Deku being framed for murder in movie 3 lmao. never mind. he did it, your honor

holy fucking shit Deku. “he might blow up, so please be careful” fdlskjflk jlskdjflk lwkejflk anyway so I’ve decided the explosion running gag can stay, actually

DEKU WAIT YOU FORGOT YOUR LUNCH!!

lol why do I get the feeling some serious shit is about to go down. ALL MIGHT NEVER MIND BACK OFF I THINK HE NEEDS HIS SPACE

OH MY FUCK I GASPED OUT LOUD

NO NO NO. I KNEW THIS WAS COMING GODDAMMIT BUT NO. NEVER MIND, I CHANGED MY MIND ABOUT IT, I’M NOT READY TO CRY TODAY

shit. shit shit shit shit and OF COURSE all I can fucking think about is that stupid fucking prophecy and gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Deku please. please please please if you really are going to leave All Might here, please be so very careful in choosing your farewell words to him now because have this sudden horrible fear that this might be the last time you ever see him alive and oh god. oh god oh god

DEKU NO, YOU’RE REALLY NOT!?!?

I HAVE NEVER SEEN ANYONE LESS FINE IN MY LIFE, ACTUALLY????

holy shit. and the fucking callback to the prophecy now. just in case we forgot. WHICH FYI, WE DIDN’T. but that’s basically confirming that this is all still very much on the table and HORIKOSHI NEVER FORGETS oh my god someone please hold me

and the fact that Deku’s flashing back to it now too, though?? because he never forgot either, because of course he didn’t, and now all this stuff is happening, and AFO’s words are getting to him, and this is literally his worst fear come to life and so of course he’s distancing himself from everyone, and now it’s finally come to even this. even the person he admires most

-- OKAY NO, FUCKING COME ON ALREADY I CAN’T TAKE THIS

I GET IT OH MY GOD, I ALREADY UNDERSTAND THE EMOTIONAL IMPACT OF THIS MOMENT WITHOUT ALL OF THE DEVASTATING FLASHBACKS THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH!! YOU ACTUALLY DO WANT ME TO CRY, HUH, IS THAT IT. THIS MAN THAT HE THINKS OF AS A FATHER, THIS MAN WHO HAS BEEN EVERYTHING TO HIM SINCE HE WAS A VERY YOUNG CHILD. EVERYTHING THEY’VE BEEN THROUGH, JUXTAPOSED AGAINST EVERYTHING DEKU IS UP AGAINST, EVERYTHING THAT’S AT RISK. LET’S JUST PUT IT ALL SIDE BY SIDE. LET’S JUST PILE ON ALL OF THE FEELS

(ETA: just a quick note that even though some of the posts I’ve read have described these as All Might’s flashbacks, I’m pretty sure they are Deku’s. most of these are scenes that only he was there for, so yeah. even though All Might is the one thinking the thoughts on the next page, the flashbacks are what’s running through Deku’s mind right now, and so we’re getting that emotion from both of them, which makes it extra devastating lol.)

wait, what???

WHAT??? do you really think that’s why he’s been so determined to protect you this entire time?? simply because you’re his successor?

-- oh no wait lol I think I got that mixed up, this is All Might saying that Deku feels the need to protect him. well that makes more sense lol

oh my god I cannot

his last words. his last words to him. and we can’t even see if he is smiling, like All Might always encouraged him to do. but what are the odds he can’t actually bring himself to do it. what are the odds he’s actually crying. oh god this scene is going to rip my heart out and STOMP on it in the anime isn’t it. Deku’s VA is going to full on murder me with emotion. not that there’ll be much of me left to murder after the thorough job that Horikoshi has already done here

YOU’RE CRYING. DEKU IS LEAVING ALL MIGHT AND IGNORING HIS OUTSTRETCHED HAND AND YOU’RE CRYING. AND BY “YOU” I MEAN “ME”, FUCK

nope nope nope nope nope nope nope nope nope no words just feels just a big ol’ pile of feels. I do not have the strength. future me... [broadly gestures] good luck with all that

(ETA: LOL, WELL THEN.

what breaks my heart here is All Might. All Might, and everything he’s been through, and history repeating itself, and forcing him to live this moment from both sides because he wasn’t strong enough to fix things.

Toshinori had only just turned eighteen when Nana died. like, I feel like we don’t mention this enough. the All Might we know is a sixty-something-year-old man, and so everyone always talks about him like he’s basically been an adult forever. but he was a child when he met Nana. and he was still just a child when she died. barely a year older than Deku is now. younger than Mirio was when we first met him.

and we don’t talk about that. we don’t talk about how devastating that was for him. and we don’t talk about how the reason he grew up to become so reserved and withdrawn -- for all that he always tried so hard to outwardly project the image of a bold, confident, smiling hero -- was specifically because of what AFO did to him. because AFO targeted him in the exact way that he is now targeting Deku. because that’s what he does. he goes after every new user of OFA, and he finds out what’s most important to them, and then he destroys it. and for Toshinori, that was Nana. if you’ve read All Might Rising, you know that AFO basically killed her in front of him (and only killed her, while letting Toshinori and Gran get away). Toshinori (while crying) later says she was like a mother to him. and interestingly enough, during this same conversation, Gran tells Toshinori that he can see “that madness in [his] eyes” when Toshi talks about becoming strong enough to defeat AFO. madness in his eyes. sound familiar??

what’s happening to Deku now is the exact same thing that happened to Toshinori when he was a boy. AFO tried every bit as hard to break him as he’s trying with Deku now. “the path you’ve chosen is a thorny one. every battle grinds away at your soul with no end in sight.” we don’t talk about how Toshinori experienced this same thing for forty fucking years. and all the while isolating himself, exactly like Deku is doing now. pushing people away, exactly like Deku. because he never had anyone who was able to reach out and pull him back. and those words that he now finds himself frozen and unable to speak -- “don’t push yourself”; “you can rest” -- are the same words that no one ever said to him until decades later, when it was already far too late to make any difference.

everything that Deku is experiencing now is what Toshinori also went through. and it’s only now, as he watches it happen to his student, the boy he loves like a son, that he’s finally starting to realize the full extent of how wrong it was. you shouldn’t have to fight alone. you shouldn’t have to bear that kind of enormous burden alone. you shouldn’t have to push yourself, and you can rest. you can rest.

but it’s too late. just as he’s finally coming to understand it all, it’s all too fucking late. and he can’t say the words, he doesn’t know how to say the words, and then just like that, Deku is gone.

and he’s alone. again.)

I can’t. this can’t be their goodbye. I’m not ready. for this to be how they finally part, and then they never see each other again except in OFA. how is that fair. how is that fair. how is that fair

fuck me. lol. how many pages are left in this thing. let’s just wrap this up lol. so now of all the times for this fucking guy to finally show up

I can’t believe Stain has been here literally this entire time hiding behind this random wall and cutting onions. that was you who was cutting the onions, right. no need to answer that we’ll just say it was

HORIKOSHI JUST END THE CHAPTER PLEASE I’M OUT OF SPOONS. YOU HURT ME SO GOOD AND I LOVE YOU FOR IT BUT YOU NEED TO LET ME GO NOW SO I CAN BEGIN THE PROCESS OF TRYING TO PUT MY LIFE BACK IN ORDER HERE. SO WHERE ARE WE CUTTING TO NOW WHAT IS HAPPENING

Stain did you also let AFO give you a new quirk. what’s with you guys. do you like blowing up

oh nvm lol because they were talking about THIS GUY ohhhhhh my fucking god

THAT’S BECAUSE HE’S SAD, LINDA!! jesus

omfg. and so yes, good, the chapter is ending here now on page 15. for once I am FULLY on board with that lmao

anyway so tune in next week for more adventures of Werewolf Deku!! that is, assuming we don’t finally cut back to U.A. at long last, which is actually a strong possibility considering that this chapter will likely mark the end of volume 31. it sure wouldn’t kill Horikoshi to start giving us some hope after everything he’s just put us through lol. KACCHAN COME GET YA BOY

[just-here-for-the-moment]

File 14_Subject: Venice mission this weekend

Declassified HR Files Series Masterlist - a collaboration between @driedgreentomatoes and @just-here-for-the-moment

Summary: Spying involves more than just masking your face Warnings: Vodka acts like a dope and gets doped

--- From: champ@statesman.internal To: whiskey@statesman.internal, vodka@statesman.internal Date: May 13, 2011 11:06 AM Subject: Venice mission this weekend

Whiskey and Vodka,

Just wanted to remind you gentlemen to be extra careful this weekend in Venice. Jack, this is Vodka’s first overseas mission, and it needs to go well. Please do not get up to any of your usual hijinks or let your “little head” do your thinking for you.

We need that info and we need it to be correct. The intelligence chatter and the background on this terrorist group has hit a dead end, so please be sure to get whatever information you can and get back here safe.

//Champ -------------------- From: vodka@statesman.internal To: champ@statesman.internal, whiskey@statesman.internal Date: May 13, 2011 11:10 AM Re: Venice mission this weekend

Thank you Champ, looking forward to my first mission overseas. I’ve always wanted to see Italy, and I’ll do my best for Statesman. --Vodka -------------------- From: whiskey@statesman.internal To: champ@statesman.internal, vodka@statesman.internal Date: May 13, 2011 1:49 PM Re: Venice mission this weekend

Thanks, Champ. I’ll be sure to keep you posted. Vodka and I will do our best.

JACK -------------------- From: champ@statesman.internal To: whiskey@statesman.internal, vodka@statesman.internal Date: May 13, 2011 1:51 PM Re: Venice mission this weekend

Jack,

You were supposed to be at the armory at 1:30 to pick up equipment. What the hell are you still doing in your office? Get going or you’ll really piss me off.

//Champ -------------------- From: whiskey@statesman.internal To: champ@statesman.internal, vodka@statesman.internal Date: May 13, 2011 1:56 PM Re: Venice mission this weekend

Sorry, Champ. Just saying goodbye to my assistant and making sure she’s all caught up on her filing. Lost track of the time.

But no worries, I already visited the armory last night and picked everything up from Laila. She spent some extra time checking my equipment and I made sure I showed her my appreciation for helping out.

I’ll make sure Vodka and I make the plane on time.

JACK -------------------- From: vodka@statesman.internal To: champ@statesman.internal, whiskey@statesman.internal Date: May 13, 2011 2:10 PM Re: Venice mission this weekend

LOL, nice. --Vodka -------------------- From: whiskey@statesman.internal To: champ@statesman.internal, vodka@statesman.internal Date: May 13, 2011 2:12 PM Re: Venice mission this weekend

Get your mind out of the gutter, son. Plane leaves at 6:00 p.m. sharp.

JACK -------------------- From: whiskey@statesman.internal To: champ@statesman.internal, vodka@statesman.internal Date: May 16, 2011 8:41 AM Re: Venice mission this weekend

Hi Champ,

Mission report is attached. Please let me know if you have any questions.

JACK

Attachment: <<MR_2011-May-16_Ven.pdf>> -------------------- From: whiskey@statesman.internal To: vodka@statesman.internal Date: May 16, 2011 8:47 AM Fwd: Venice mission this weekend

Eddy,

Mission report has been submitted and you don’t need to worry about a thing. But you need to stay sharp and remember your training. You can’t let your guard down like that, or it ties our hands (literally, in this case).

I know it’s easy to get distracted by beautiful ladies, believe me, but this kind of thing cannot happen again.

JACK -------------------- From: vodka@statesman.internal To: whiskey@statesman.internal Date: May 16, 2011 8:59 AM Re: Fwd: Venice mission this weekend

Thanks Jack, sorry I fucked up. Won’t happen again. --Vodka -------------------- From: champ@statesman.internal To: whiskey@statesman.internal, vodka@statesman.internal Date: May 16, 2011 12:04 PM Re: Venice mission this weekend

Jack,

I received your mission report and I agree on the additional training. Vodka, please report back to HQ immediately for mission debriefing. I’ll send a plane to pick you up.

Jack, you need to stay and see what you can find out about Target B now that she’s slipped into the wind. We need to track her if at all possible and find out more about this bombing plot.

//Champ -------------------- From: whiskey@statesman.internal To: champ@statesman.internal, vodka@statesman.internal Date: May 16, 2011 1:01 PM Re: Venice mission this weekend

Already on it. Have some intelligence coming through now that she or the group may be traveling this week.

JACK

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[lokislittlesigyn]

// loki spoilers

This is basically a huge infodump on my thoughts about the first episode, because I doubt y’all want to sift through my trauma-ridden ramblings. I’ll make another post for the rest. This is just everything not related to the IW stuff/my reaction to that. It’s general thoughts, theories, musings.

1. When Loki gets first taken into the TVA. Is that Peggy Carter in the background? Others have suggested it might be. What would that mean??? Will we see the TVA fix the mess the Russos made with Steve/Peggy (not likely) or is it just a lookalike? Who knows..

2. A skrull at the main intake desk! Idk not super relevant just interesting!

3. I’m kind of glad they changed the... uncomfortable scene... with the robot burning his clothes off. He gets more time to react to seeing the machine itself, and he seems more shocked (”Now.. H-hang on just a minute.”) than angry (”Now hang on just a minute!”) i still feel.. horrible for him, i’m glad nobody Saw him and that the machine didn’t grab the clothes off, but still. Ehhh.. uncomfortable.

He is beautiful though, don’t get me wrong - I’d just prefer a shirtless Loki scene where he wants to be shirtless? let him do what he wants with his body?? he’s probably felt so out of control of his body, from being jotun to falling through space that any invasion of privacy like that hits extra deep...

That being said, I recognize the utility of the scene for the narrative - his lack of control, his literally being stripped of what he was before.

4. WHO IS THE MAN WITH THE CAT. What is his name. I love that he has a mug with his cat on it. But I want to know more. Who is he?

4.1 WHY DIDNT YOU LET LOKI PET THE CAT Please,,, I am begging you,,, let loki pet the cat and have something react kindly to him and purr all happily at his scratching behind their ears plea s e

5. The info sheet. Now this is just a little nitpicky tidbit, but in a previous promo they listed Loki’s height as 6′4 ft and weight as 525 lbs. This is taken directly from the comics if I’m not mistaken. However, in the actual show he’s listed as  6′2 (Tom’s height and Loki’s presumed height) but I don’t remember if his weight is the same. Is Loki 6′2? 6′4? please let me know i want to know how smol i am in comparison

6. His little aggressive shaking of the ticket at the guard makes me giggle each time.

7. The fact the turnstile hits so low on him reminds me,, I am short compared to him. Those things hit my stomach/waist. That one hit his legs. I am once again asking Loki to pick me up.

8. The cartoon with Miss Minutes introducing the TVA is wonderful, I love the art style especially. But it raises questions about Variants... I guess Variants can just, pop out of nowhere? Any action could be the wrong one? And then once you commit the wrong action you either get returned or pruned? Yikes??? And THIS ties into another thing later!

9. The trial scene. I have a hunch - a feeling, a suspicion. That one of three things may be true.

A. The Time-Keepers never actually existed. They’re fabricated, and now whoever runs the TVA is actually using the excuse of “The Time-Keepers decree it so!!!” to carry out whatever They think is right. The fact we haven’t seen the Time-Keepers makes me.. suspicious...

B. The Time-Keepers existed, but they have since passed on, however that may have happened. Now someone is doing the same as above, using the excuse of the Time-Keepers apparent dictations to run things.

C. The Time-Keepers do exist, and do run the timeline/TVA, but maybe they’re not infallible? Maybe the TVA info video is lying or incomplete in some way? Idk I just feel like, something about the TVA and how they run things has to be wrong. It has to? Something is off. Again, this will tie into another thought later...

I have no idea if any of these are actually true! But Loki’s questions of “Who’s in charge here? What do they do? What do you do?” punctuated by laughter leads me to believe he’s suspecting something too, or perhaps just trying to figure this mess out.

10. Seiðr/Magic. We see in this scene, Loki’s magic (”powers”) don’t work in the TVA. (and a quick side note, did he have to Flex like that? do you have to make me see Loki’s bare arms Flex like that? be still my heart. anyway please get that collar off of him and let him rest for five minutes) This makes me wonder.. Why isn’t Loki in his Jotun form? His pale skin and blue eyes are decided by magic, are they not? I suppose this is 2012, so perhaps Odin’s magic is keeping Loki looking like that. But if magic doesn’t work in the TVA, why would his spell reach so far? Clearly Loki’s magic isn’t what’s doing it. How is Loki not appearing as a Jotun? Is his Jotun form repressed - is pale skin his default now, rather than something hidden by magic? I need answers!

11. he sounds so scared about being “reset” please dont hurt him,,

12. cALLING LOKI A PUSSYCAT? (lokitty confirmed) I think Mobius was goading him (Mobius strikes me.. As extremely clever. He’s trying to push Loki’s buttons to see who he’s dealing with. At least, I hope so. Because if he really meant that “You were born to cause pain and suffering and death... All so that others can achieve the best versions of themselves.” and that line about killing Frigga??? No no no he is not guilty. He had no way of knowing what would happen. It wasn’t right to send Algrim up to Asgard (i think algrim wouldve found the way up anyway) but there was no intent to hurt Frigga. I really hope you’re trying to goad him, Mobius, because if you believe that I trust you much less. anyway i digress) but wow is he pushing Loki’s buttons a lot. I can’t... Blame him entirely, I understand he’s trying to make sure Loki’s on his side, maybe I’m just too soft for Loki idk. But some of that was very cruel to say. /:

12.1 AND ANOTHER THING ABOUT MOBIUS. That scene with the girl in the church?? Did that little girl kill the men? Is that young Sylvie? Or is she using an illusion to make herself look young and innocent? What’s going on!!!!

13. LOKI SNATCHING THE LITTLE TIME-TWISTER DEVICE AND STOWING IT IN HIS POCKET.... POCKET....... sorry sometimes i get so caught up about loki that i just say random words in between little noises and squeals,,, i am a silly thing

14. CASEY. CASEY??? That whole exchange is funny. Poor Loki, just trying to intimidate this guy so he can escape but - Casey doesn’t know what a fish is. to be fair.... thor doesn’t seem to know what a raccoon is... right?

15. That bit with the infinity stones is kind of funny until you realize

A. Natasha died for a paperweight

B. Tony died from paperweights

C. Loki was tortured for paperweights

D. Oh, and Gamora died for a paperweight too. And Vision. Need I go on?

Then it becomes less of exclusively “haha funny” and now it’s a mix of funny and pain and gosh, is that a good way to sum up being a Marvel/Loki fan sometimes...

16. Loki gazing at the timeline all “Is this the most powerful thing in the universe?” or something, i’m sorry i don’t remember exactly... made me think of a meme and i shall make it presently.

17. I love that Loki got to see examples of how his family loves him but the fact he’s all “I can’t go back.” really just breaks me. It’s like he can finally see they love him after all of this mess, and now he doesn’t have the chance. Please, please let him be happy. Give him some relief. This is the Loki that just came off finding out about being Jotun, falling from the Bifrost, encountering Thanos, attacking Earth, facing defeat, and now he’s being thrashed around in this wild place and has just found out he inadvertently caused Frigga’s death (he did not kill her: his actions, by mistake, lead to her murder, let me be very clear) AND Odin will die AND all the rest... And he wants to be with them.

18. Loki’s reaction to Thor suggesting the hug makes me soft. Please I want to hug this little mischief man so so so bad-

19. Skipping over the iw parts! That’s for another post because this one will be grossly long anyway.

20. “I don’t enjoy hurting people.” and “It's part of the illusion. It's the cruel, elaborate trick conjured by the weak to inspire fear. A desperate play for control.” was all so, so validating. I’ve been trying to argue on Loki’s behalf for almost a solid decade. Seeing the show recognize that Loki’s not all just violence and hurting for “fun”, that he’s not unhinged and bloodthirsty.. Is so nice. It’s just so, so comforting. and it gives me hope for future episodes that they won’t go the route of “oh haha loki bullied and mistreated and stabbed thor for years!!! :)” loki cries during basically every fight with Thor and you want me to believe he stabs Thor for fun? absolutely not.

21. Theory.. Just another hunch.. So we know a fugitive variant, aka Loki, is running amok. Refer back to 8 and 9.C. What if the Time-Keepers never actually fixed the timeline into a single timeline? What if there are other timelines, and these different Loki variants have hopped over to the current one? Or, maybe the Time-Keepers did fix the timeline into a single one, and these Lokis are remnants from that huge time-war at the beginning? Time runs differently in relative spaces, they may have Just Left that war from their perspective!

I say Lokis and not Loki because we’re pretty sure there’s Female/Lady Loki, Old Man/King Loki, and possibly Young/Kid Loki. That’s at least three. From the peeks of Asgard and NYC we’ve seen from the trailers, I think we’re also getting an Asgardian King!Loki and Midgardian King/Vote!Loki. (unless our dearest variant is hopping into timelines and situating into them, but I doubt Mobius would let that happen..?) That’s five.

To further support this, keep in mind, I believe recently six (i think 6 regular and 6 rare...) different funko pops were announced for the series? I’m not sure if they’re in addition to the Loki and Mobius already released. If they are, there’s enough room for each Loki and maybe a TVA agent. One of the pops is supposed to have a buddy/companion I think? Maybe they’re making the cat guy into one, or maybe there’s something else (Throg, anyone?).

22. That is totally Lady Loki/Sylvie at the end by the way. Has to be. But why does she want the reset devices? Why did she snatch that TVA Hunter? Again, WHAT’S GOING ON

ANYWAY this was a very long post if you made it this far, I commend you.

[fandomcares]

The Project Black Lives Matter Silent Auction IS CLOSED!!

@fandomcares​ is a support blog run by dedicated members of the Teen Wolf and Sterek community. Our goal is to help fans within the community who may be going through financial, emergency, or other hardships, be it through fundraising, providing resources, or just giving them a safe space to talk.

The silent auction will start NOW and will go until 12:00 am PST (-5) on Tuesday, June 9th.

Fandom is full of creators that wanted a way to support the Black Community. This auction will be multi fandom and a percentage of the proceeds will be split between several charities suggested by our participants. Check out this post for more information: 

https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620061910413557760/coming-tomorrow-the-project-black-lives-matter 

(Also keep in mind this is a living document, changes are made constantly so if something is incorrect or missing please message us and let us know!)

Our amazing fandom artists, authors, and creators have donated commissions for you to bid on!  If you see a post that catches your eye, please fill out the BID FORM.  The amounts on this post will be updated periodically so keep a close eye on the post you bid on!  

Feel free to rebid and bid on multiple posts.  Check out ALL of the entries! We have some AMAZING CREATORS who are waiting to fill your commissions.  

NOTES:

Fill out the form and during the day I will update the bid amounts. Keep an eye out to see if you’re still in the running! 

This whole thing was done with the help of @originfire and @auriette​. Please let me know if there are any mistakes!!

Questions?  Hit up our ASK BOX, or you can message @stickykeys633 for additional information.  

Please signal boost and reblog!  

Enjoy and HAPPY BIDDING! 

(Sometimes Keep Reading is wonky on mobile so here is the full link: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620135038600806400/the-project-black-lives-matter-silent-auction-is)

#1 >5k word fic: DiscontentedWinter - Opening Bid: $20

Current Bid: $30Current Bid: $50Current Bid: $100Current Bid: $110Current Bid: $150 Current Bid: $175  Current Bid: 200

Current Bid: 500

Fandom: Teen Wolf - Sterek, Steter // Offering:  1 -

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620114718125932544/discontented-winter

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#2  >5k word fic: BunnyWest- Opening Bid: $10

Current Bid: $30 Current Bid: $75  Current Bid: $100

Current Bid: $150

Fandom(s): Teen Wolf - Steter, Stargent, Stetopher, Dargent, Steter Senior // Writing (fics over 5k words) // Likes: fluff, HEA, domestic fic, arranged marriage, friends to lovers, nothing too dark // Dislikes: scat, watersports, incest, non-con.

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620062358022291456/bunnywest

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#3 Digital Art/Traditional: RubyRedHoodling- Opening Bid: $20 Current Bid: $25 Current Bid: $35 Current Bid: $45

Current Bid: $50

Fandom(s):  Teen Wolf - Sterek, Steo, Cordia, Allydia, Allira, Berica, StoydHaikyuu!!, My Hero Academia (BNHA), Fruits Basket, Ace of Diamond (Daiya no A), Demon Slayer, FF7R (Final Fantasy 7), FE3H (Fire Emblem 3 Houses), DnD, Critical Role, Animal Crossing and more // Offering: Digital Art, a single full body chibi character (fanart or Dnd/ Animal Crossing OC), a chibi couple

https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620116177017061376/ruby

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#4 Opening Bid: $10

Current Bid: $15 Current Bid: $50

Current Bid: $100 

Fandom(s): Teen Wolf - Sterek, Steter // Likes: darkfic, angst, fluff, AU or canon, anything // Dislikes: none // Offering: Writing (fics 5k words and under)

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620062418906890240/cookie

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#5 Opening Bid: $5 Current Bid: #10

Current Bid: #15

Current Bid: $25

Fandom(s): Teen Wolf - Sterek, Berica, 911 - Buddie // Likes: fluff, angst, mystical/fantasy (with sterek) // Dislikes: non-con, graphic violence, self harm, suicide mentions // Offering: Writing (fics 5k words and under)

Creator Profile:  https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620118576220733440/mila

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#6 Opening Bid: $15

Current Bid: $25

Fandom(s): please visit Artemisa's showcase at https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620119057099866112/artemisa // Likes:  To explore the dynamics between character dynamics that stand on opposite sides just as hunter/werewolf, imperial/rebel, pureblood/muggleborn, mutant politics in general…), Kid fics and mpreg // Dislikes: Smut, Time Travel AU or full crossovers, but open to discuss AU where characters live in a different universes (please talk to the author about specifics) Bad Peter Hale or Bad Hale Family. // Offering: Moodboards

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620119057099866112/artemisa

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#7  Opening Bid: $10

Current Bid: $15 Current Bid: $20 Current Bid: $50

Current Bid: $60

Fandom(s): Teen Wolf, Supernatural // Likes:  Sterek, Destiel, open for other pairings, happy endings, fluff,  smut, crack and angst as well or a little bit of everything // Dislikes:  Peter, Theo, and Crowley MCD where character stays dead, and some kinks (please contact the author for a list) // Offering:  Writing (fics 5k words and under), Writing (fics over 5k words), Depends on story idea/prompt for length

https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620119265775894528/swlfangirl

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#8  Opening Bid: $5

Current Bid: $5 

Current Bid: $25

Fandom(s):  Teen Wolf - Steter, Sterek, Stoyd, Voiles, Stalion, Stargent, Steopher  // Likes: fluff, angst //Dislikes:  Non-con, dub-con, drug use, graphic violence, infidelity // Offering:  Writing fics around 1k and lower

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620119682067922944/bxdcubes

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#9 Opening Bid: $10  Current Bid: $20  Current Bid: $30

Current Bid: $40

Fandom(s):  Teen Wolf - Sterek// Likes:  fluff, hurt/comfort, angst, crack fics // Dislikes:  non-con, incest, abuse // Offering: Writing (fics 5k words and under), Writing (fics over 5k words)

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620117416667643904/rachel

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#10 Digital Art: Paws - Opening Bid: $20

Current Bid: $30 Current Bid: $50  Current Bid: $75 Current Bid: $80  Current Bid: $95  Current Bid: $125  Current Bid: 130  Current Bid: 135  Current Bid: 150

Current Bid: 160

Fandom(s): Any Fandom // Likes:  Portraits, figures, soft romance // Dislikes:  non-con, underage, sexually explicit // Offering:  Digital Art

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620119907407921153/paws

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#11 Opening Bid: $10

Current Bid: $25 Current Bid: $30Current Bid: $50Current Bid: $51

Current Bid: $60

Fandom(s): Check, Please! - Zimbits // Likes: Fluff, domestic fluff, meet cute, AUs,  Zimbits fluff, Zimbits AUs, flirty meet cutes // Dislikes: Infidelity, Kent Parson anything, non-con, A/B/O // Offering: Writing (fics 5k words and under)

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620119997898981376/wrathofthestag

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#12 Opening Bid: $5

Current Bid: $10 Current Bid: $15

Current Bid: $25

Fandom(s):  Marvel (MCU) - Steve/Bucky, Captive Prince - Damen/Laurent // Likes:  angst, fluff, smut, getting-together, first kiss, mutual pining, UST // Dislikes:  non-con, A/B/O, hardcore BDSM // Offering:  Writing (fics 5k words and under)

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620122054562398208/disraeligears

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#13 Digital Art: happyzimm - Opening Bid: $15

Current Bid: $25 Current Bid: $30 Current Bid: $40 Current Bid: $41 Current Bid: $45  Current Bid: $46  Current Bid: $50  Current Bid: $55

Current Bid: $57

Fandom(s):  Check Please (zimbits) // Likes:  portraits (no background, digital illustrations/drawings // Dislikes:  nsfw, violence // Offering:  Digital Art

https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620062669146374144/happyzimm

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#14 Opening Bid: $10

Current Bid: $10

Current Bid: $15

Fandom(s): Teen Wolf: gen or Sterek, Supernatural: gen or Wincest, Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Spuffy, Spillow, Spangel, or no pairing // Likes:  gen, fluffy, dark, angsty, Sterek, Winchest, Spuffy, Spangel, Spillow // Dislikes:  cheating // Offering:  Writing (fics 5k words and under)

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620062661373296640/astus Bid on Me!

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#15 Digital Art: Poetry-Protest-Pornography - Opening Bid:

 $15 Current Bid: $25 Current Bid: $30 Current Bid: $35

Current Bid: $40

Fandom(s):  Teen Wolf (Sterek, other ships can be discussed),  OMG Check Please! (Pretty much any ship that doesn’t involve Parse), The Witcher // Likes: Sterek and Zimbits // Dislikes:  non-con, graphic violence/gore, bestiality // Additional Info:  Poetry-Protest-Pornography is open for other fandoms as well as OC’s. // Offering:  Writing (fics 5k words and under), Digital Art

https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620062775276961792/poetry-protest-pornography

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#16 Digital Art: BEERWOLVES - Opening Bid: $20

Current Bid: $30 Current Bid: $50 Current Bid: $65 Current Bid: $75  Current Bid: $80

Current Bid: $100

Fandom(s): Sterek (Teen Wolf) // Likes:  Fluff or anything SFW // Dislikes:  Non-Con or anything NSFW // Offering: Digital Art/Sketches

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620062720027459584/beerwolves

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#17 Opening Bid: $10

Current Bid: $15

Current Bid: $50

Fandom(s):  Teen Wolf - Stiles/Derek, Stiles/Peter, Stiles/Derek/Peter // Likes:  romantic, fluffy, angst // Dislikes:  non-con, humiliation, major character death // Additional Info: Devilscut is definitely into ‘happy ever afters’ or at the very least into hopeful, positive endings. // Offering:  Writing (fics 5k words and under)

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620120197360156672/devilscut

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#18 Opening Bid: $10

Current Bid: $20

Current Bid: $35

Fandom(s): please visit LadyMerlin's showcase https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620061333557280768/ladymerlin // Likes: fluff and angst but fine with any genres, happy to do smut too // Dislikes: graphic violence, non-con // Offering: Writing (fics 5k words and under)

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620061333557280768/ladymerlin Bid on Me!

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#19 GIFs and/or GIF sets: Klam - Opening Bid: $15

Current Bid: $20

Fandom(s):Teen Wolf (any and all characters prior to season 4)// Offering: 1 - GIF or GIF Set // Likes: Dark fics, fluff, angst // Dislikes: Non-sterek, super sweet fics

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620120341660991488/klam Bid on Me!

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#20 >5 word fic:  Halehathnofury : Opening Bid: $10

Current Bid: $15 Current Bid: $20 Current Bid: $30

Current Bid: $50

Fandom(s): Sterek, Stucky, Hannigram, any Sterek side ships especially Berica, Clintasha  // Offering: 1 - > 5k word fic // Likes: Anything goes // Dislikes: Non-con, female Stiles, self insert, oc insert with main ship

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620120820925235200/halehathnofury Bid on Me!

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#21 Opening Bid: $10

Current Bid: $20 

Fandom(s): Check Please, Star Trek, Teen Wolf, Harry Potter, Leverage (Please check the creators ost for more information) // Offering: 1 -

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620120526501920768/thereoncewasagirl Bid on Me!

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#22 Digital Art/Traditional Art- Gwen- Opening Bid: $15

Current Bid: $25

Fandom(s): Hetalia (Fruk; Gerita; Spamano; Prumano; AusHun; PruHun; Ameviet; open to discuss other ships; open to general fics and brotp)  // Offering: 1 -

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620121138941558784/gwen Bid on Me!

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#23 Opening Bid: $ 10

Current Bid: $15 Current Bid: $25

Current Bid: $50

Fandom(s): Sterek, Stony  // Offering: 1 -

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620121321217605632/yoda Bid on Me!

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#24 >5k word fic: HolyCatsAndRabbits - Opening Bid: $10

Current Bid: $20 Current Bid: $35 Current Bid: $55 Current Bid: $70 Current Bid: $85  Current Bid: $150

Current Bid: $200

Fandom(s): Good Omens (please check the creators post for more information) or Original Characters// Offering: 1 - >5k word fic // Likes: low-fantasy romance, erotica, pining, fluff, adventures & misadventures, SFW and NSFW, with characters in a variety of gender identities and sexual orientations, including aro/ace.  // Dislikes: No horror, graphic violence, torture, non-con, dub-con, underage, & other really dark stuff. For the erotica, kinks are negotiable: most common kinks are fine, and I will do light consensual non-consent with safe words and after care.

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620121431708172288/holycatsandrabbits Bid on Me!

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#25 Opening Bid: $10

Current Bid: $15

Current Bid: $25

Fandom(s): Yuri on Ice (Viktuuri, Salami, EmiMike, Leoji, Seung chuchu), The Magnus Archives (Jonmartin, What the Girlfriends), Fullmetal Alchemist(/Brotherhood) (canon ships, Royhughes), Sherlock Holmes (Holmes/Watson) // Offering: 7 - >5k word fics // Likes: shippy fluff, domestic moments or slice-of-life, or single-character introspective pieces // Dislikes: Noncon/dubcon, underage, heavy angst/angst without a happy ending

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620121795702472704/the-walrus Bid on Me!

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# 26 Opening Bid: $10

Current Bid: $30

Fandom(s): YuGiOh DM & GX (not Abridged or dub), Hetalia, Babylon 5, Mo Dao Zu Shi / The Untamed, Persona 4 // Offering: 1 - >5k word fic // Likes: Fluff, h/c, unusual AUs, crossovers (if both fandoms are known), dark or mature themes, rare pairs // Dislikes: Explicit NSFW, ABO. Dark themes discretionary to be discussed

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620060934002655232/sixy Bid on Me!

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#27 >5k word fic: Gia (outtoshatter) - Opening Bid: $10 Current Bid: $15

Current Bid: $25 

Fandom(s): Sterek, Teen Wolf // Offering: 3 - >5k word fics // Likes: AUs, fluff, action, adventure, romance, plot driven, world building // Dislikes: non con, graphic sex, incest, drug use

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620060976948117504/gia Bid on Me!

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#28 Digital Art: hillnerd- Opening Bid: $15

Current Bid: $40 Current Bid: $55

Current Bid: $60

Fandom(s): Harry potter "I prefer canon pairings but am willing to do almost any", marvel, dc, broadway shows, jane austen, anne of green gables, avatar tla "Really any fandom I'm happy to draw- as long as I don't have to do mechs/furries." // Offering:  2 - Digital Paintings // Likes: "I'm best at cute fluffy moments- sweet romantic ones, character moments- check out my art and see for yourself :)"// Dislikes: non-con, gore, anything like pedo/chan works.

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620017264783196160/hillnerd Bid on Me!

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#29 >5k word fics: Neche - Opening Bid: $10  Current Bid $15

Current Bid: $30

Fandom(s): Teen Wolf (Sterek)Marvel MCU (Stucky) // Offering:  2 - >5k word fic  // Likes:  fluff, one shots, get together, canon compliant // Dislikes: rape, no main character deaths, no drug use, no incest (this includes adoptive & step siblings), no paedophilia

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620061125051072512/neche Bid on Me!

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#30 $15

Current Bid: $20

Current Bid: $50

Fandom(s): TW, Sterek, Supernatural, Harry Potter, Buzzfeed Unsolved, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, MCU, crossovers, Rare Pairs (please check their creators post for more information) // Offering:  1 -

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620060896844234753/stormlyht Bid on Me!

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#31 >5 word fic: cleo - Opening Bid: $10 Current Bid: $20

Current Bid: $45

Fandom(s): Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU) (please check the creators post for more information)  // Offering:  1 - >5k word fic  // Likes: smut, dark, au, fluff, crack // Dislikes: Hard DNWs: Foreplay and sex involving food scat, watersports, emetophiliaUnrealistically happy endingsHigh School AUA/B/OCalling a partner Mommy or Daddy (or variations) during sexAnimal abuse/animals in peril

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620061570378153984/cleo Bid on Me!

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#32 >5k word fic: deathsweetqueen - Opening Bid: $10

Current Bid: $15

Fandom(s): Marvel - anything with Tony (please check the creators post for more information) // Offering: 1 - >5k word fic // Likes: Racebends Tony as Indian, Tony or fem!Tony centric, poly relationships, soulmate AUs, canon AUs, canon divergences, genderswaps, horror movie AUs, Skrulls, pirate AUs, daemon AUs, time travel, historical AUs, A/B/O AU, supernatural bonds // Dislikes: Non-human (except supernatural) sex, tentacles, scat, urine, age play, mpreg, Zombie AU, Hogwarts AU, Coffee Shop AUs, bodyswaps, Steampunk/Cyberpunk AUs, apocalypses, fake dating, incestuous pairings

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620061517301366785/deathsweetqueen Bid on Me!

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#33 Opening Bid: $10

Current Bid: 10

Current Bid: 15

Fandom(s): Steve/Tony, MCU  // Offering: 1 -

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620061270009380864/neb Bid on Me!

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#34 Traditional Art: Alby ( artgroves) - Opening Bid: $15

Current Bid: $50 Current Bid: $75 Current Bid: $80 Current Bid: $100  Current Bid: $200

Current Bid: $215

Fandom(s): Merlin, Marvel (any fandom), X-Men, The Eagle, TW (Sterek)  // Offering: 1 - Pencil sketch or paste painting // Likes: "Happy to draw any rating, including fluff, angst, porn and romance, would prefer something shippy" // Dislikes: character death, violence, complex armour, mecha or furries

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620122286012399617/alby Bid on Me!

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#35 Opening Bid: $10

Current Bid: $10

Current Bid: $15

Fandom(s): Marvel - Bucky/Tony, Loki/Tony, Stephen Strange/Tony, Gen // Offering: 1 -

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620016483950592000/calmena Bid on Me!

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#36 Opening Bid: $10

Current Bid: $25

Current Bid: $50

Fandom(s):  Teen Wolf -  Steter, Stetopher, Stargent, Chris/Lydia, Derek/Lydia, Corydia (Cora/Lydia), Lucifer, Tidelands - something Cal-focussed; preference is Cal/Corey/Dylan, but Cal/Corey, Cal/Dylan, and dark Cal/Adrielle is also on the table. Also willing to do Lucifer/TW crossover pairings // Likes & Dislikes: please visit Twist's showcase at https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620116913977180160/queerfictionwriter // Additional Info: Twist is disabled, so there’s a good chance they won’t be fast in completing your prompt. They also do not, as a general rule, take prompts, so if you’ve ever wanted them to write something for you, this is your chance! // Offering: Writing (fics 5k words and under)

Creator Profile: https://fandomcares.tumblr.com/post/620116913977180160/queerfictionwriter Bid on Me!

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[deanwinchesterswitch]

Important Announcement!

As feared, the tag system is not working properly. Please continue to use the tag #dwwappreciationhop when reblogging posts from the Bounce Blogs below. However, I need an alternative way to track your reblogs and comments for entries.

I previously suggested that you submit or direct message me a list of the posts that you reblogged during this event as a back-up. I am now requesting that you send me a list of your reblogs.

I am so sorry. I know it means a bit or work, but I don’t want anyone to miss out on the chance to be included in the prize drawings.

As another alternative, I have made a Google Sheet where you can enter your URL and then add the links to the posts for each of the blogs you visited. Instructions are in the sheet. PLEASE message me if you have any questions.

Blog Appreciation Bounce Tracking

Blog Appreciation Bounce ~ Prize Info ~ Additional Info

@calaofnoldor​​​ ~ Masterlist ~ Cala has a mix of Supernatural and Tolkien. Includes gender neutral readers.

@carryonmywaywardcaptain​​​ ~ Masterlist ~ Jordan writes for Marvel and Supernatural. So much to choose from - series, one-shots, and drabbles.

@cleighwrites​​​ ~ Masterlist ~ Candice has several SPN lists to choose from - Sam, Dean, J2 - kink and smut abound.

@coffee-obsessed-writer​​ ~ Masterlist ~ Jen’s extensive master list includes Supernatural, Brooklyn 99, The Walking Dead, and Stranger Things.

@deanwanddamons​​​ ~ Masterlist ~ Sian is a kindred spirit. We share a love for Dean Winchester and Damon Salvatore. Her list includes stories for Sam and Jensen too.

@deanwinchesterswitch​​​ ~ Masterlist ~ That would be me. I’m a Dean girl through and through so that’s mainly what is on my list. Mostly AU or canon divergent and female reader insert or OC. Shameless plug: I do have some crossovers that will hopefully be posted in the next couple of months.

@girl-next-door-writes​​​ ~ Masterlist ~ So many fandoms to choose from here - Supernatural, Star Trek, Marvel, Hobbit, Star Wars, George Weasley, and so much more.

@idreamofplaid​​​ ~ Masterlist ~ Still putting together an overall masterlist, but this is a link to Robin’s SPNKinkBingo master list.

@impala-dreamer​​​ ~ Masterlist ~ Beka’s master lists have a plethora of stories so I am sure you can find something to tickle your fancy. Supernatural, The Walking Dead, Criminal Minds, The Magicians, and more.

@jerkbitchidjitassbutt​​​ ~ Masterlist ~ A Dean/Jensen SPN blog. Several series, one-shots, and drabbles to check out.

@justagirlinafandomworld​​​ ~ Masterlist ~ As you can probably tell from her URL, Yvette is definitely a fandom girl. Her master lists include Doctor Who, MCU, Sherlock, Star Trek, Supernatural, and the Umbrella Academy.

@katymacsupernatural​​​ ~ Masterlist ~ Katy’s master lists are a mix of SPN and SPN RPF, there’s even some sister Winchester stories.

@muchamusedaboutnothing​​​ ~ Masterlist ~ SPN blog, mainly Dean, but a bit of Sam thrown in. Everything from Imagines to a multi-act Saga.

@princessmisery666​ ~ Masterlist ~ Stacey’s lists consist of Marvel, Supernatural, Chicago PD/Fire/Med., as well as many other fandoms. There’s even a song fic master list.

@thinkinghardhardlythinking​​​ ~ Masterlist ~ Saira is fairly new to writing fandom fic, but already has a lengthy list of Sam and Dean stories. Mostly fluffy/happy endings, but she’s been branching out into the angst arena lately.

@tumbler-tidbits​​​ ~ Masterlist ~ Ash’s lists include both fics and aesthetics with a focus on SPN. Her graphics include title cards, banners, aesthetics, and logos. Hit her up with any idea.

@wayward-and-worn​​​ ~ Masterlist ~ A Supernatural-centric blog, there are ficlets, one-shots and series for Dean, Sam, Benny, and John.

@waywardbaby​​​ ~ Masterlist ~ Zee’s list is a smorgasbord of Dean and Jensen smut and angst, with a side of fluff and crack thrown in for good measure.

@waywardbeanie​​​ ~ Masterlist ~ Shelli’s master list is currently small but mighty that includes two multi-chapter series.

@winchest09​​​ ~ Masterlist ~ Mostly Dean related multi-chapter series and one-shots, with a little dose of Sam. Be sure to check out the Bunker Party Debriefs list too.

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uhm hi there im new to your blog, and your ocs/snippets seem really interesting! i also love your art, but i have no idea whos who and i can’t seem to find a master post with all of your characters, what they look like, their pronouns, backstory etc. would it be possible for you to maybe give a brief rundown of each character or link some posts related to them?? it doesn’t have to be super in depth and please DO NOT feel obligated to do this at all if you don’t want to. but id love to know a little bit more about them! hope you have a good day and sorry for the long message :))

hello!!! thank you so much, that’s so nice of you to say!!! I’m glad you’ve enjoyed what you’ve seen so far :D :D

now, you’ll have to forgive me, it’s super late and this reply will NOT be neat or concise whatsoever....... which kinda sets the tone for most of this blog tbh so I guess it’s cool

I don’t really have any sort of masterpost, most of what I post about these guys is in the form of snippets and rambles and usually people just jump on board wherever..... which, yeah, can be confusing and difficult for folks to keep up with especially if they’re new HAHAHA

I will start out with the bits I *do* have nice neat intros for! I have two main WIPs, All The Doors Are Open and Undertow! Undertow is currently more of a side project, but you can read about the characters here, and here’s some art for Aster and Kit and also Meg so you have faces to the names c:

and now this:

the main four I speak about on this blog are Noa, Tris, Shara and Kai from ATDAO, n I have these handy character intros on hand for this exact purpose!! here u go (I mean here’s the link to the old post but it’s still got the wrong name for Tris so eh)

n honestly knowing these four is like 90% of the work tbh, I am a simple man, I post content about the same four OCs 24/7 until everyone is sick of it,,

Tris and Noa are the protagonists and viewpoint characters! 

Tris’s plotline involves him trying to figure out what happened to his older brother Jacob, who got hit by a car and straight-up vanished from existence entirely, and involves a quest into an unreality that can be described as “getting lost down the back of an interdimensional sofa”. also there’s a sword and a cat. think fantasy/adventure vibes that veer into horror

Noa’s plotline involves her work at the Department of Interdimensional Instabilities! and her becoming tangled up with otherworldly energies and gaining some strange powers, as well as her clash with basically-a-cartoon-supervillain Laurence Marrick Thiele, whose full name I like to type out and who’s attempting to manipulate interdimensional doorways for his own gain and putting a hell of a lot of people’s lives in peril. think mystery/sci-fi vibes!

Shara and Kai aren’t viewpoint characters but they’re still up there as MCs and I love them! Shara’s story centres around her attempting to solve three mysteries from her childhood which she believes will lead her to the source of the apocalypse, and Kai’s story involves them dealing with the emotional and interpersonal repercussions of losing seven years of their life to a time loop and their attempts to reconnect with their family, who thought they were dead

annnnnnnnd that’s basically all the nice neat concise stuff I can give ya! 

under the cut will be some additional rambles you don’t really need to read, I’m not so good at coming up with Nice Neat Character Summaries on the fly, so it’s just me scrambling about to find vaguely relevant posts and links..... it will unfortunately be a bit of a mess and perhaps only tangentially relevant

cannot emphasise enough that I debated not even including the next stuff but hey! I like talking

OK SO

Other side characters you might see around are Alice (she/her, red curly hair, undercut, dresses in lots of green) and Jet (he/they, green spiky hair, freckles, dresses like a thrift store got hit by a tornado), who are Noa’s teammates at the DII! Alice is Noa’s love interest n is cool and mysterious and Jet is the team leader n is completely chaotic and unhinged

these two

There’s also Kai’s younger brother Kieran (he/him) and Tris’s siblings Becca (she/her) and Jacob (he/him), none of whom I have ever drawn more than twice and whose appearances seem to change every time I write about them so I’m not going to describe them here hahahaha

I do have a Kieran for you though uhhhh where’s my One Decent Kieran Drawing

that’s the one!

anyway, backstories are................ a lot. so I don’t think I’m gonna go into too much of it here on this post

I have, like........ a collection of posts scattered all over the place that kind of go into some things? but in very tangential ways. I’ll toss you some plot + character rambles that might be of interest! though my rambles are not everyone’s cup of tea ‘cause they’re, well, rambling

first! the plot of the story is here! which might give you some context for the Everything! this one is a Big ramble, not all of them are like this lol

Greer siblings!

romance?

here’s Jacob info for an ask response I did one time which is one of the few posts where I talk about Jacob at length ‘cause he’s just lots of spoilers

also did one for Kai which might have some info for ya?? but idk if it’s all that relevant

might come back and add more rambles later, it is currently 2 in the AM

or I might come back and be like “logan could you really not think of a better way to answer this question” and delete the rambles

yeehaw thx for listening I love you

also apologies for the complete and utter lack of info on Kieran he is a mystery that eludes me still

[raiseyourcups]

Cabur

Chapter Fifteen

Pairing: Din Djarin x OFC (Aili Verdella) Warnings: 18+, chapter contains smut (which includes references to a breeding kink, throat grabbing but no choking, fingering, slightly rough sex, the armor stays on), mentions of children being killed  Word Count: 5.1k Also on AO3

Masterlist

Summary: Aili and Mando finish the job as quickly as they can, the tracking beacon still counting down. And after the job they have a small...heart to heart of sorts, fueled by just a little alcohol on Aili's part but only enough to lower her inhibitions. 

Note: I am going to reblog this once with the additional backstory I added for Aili so if you want to skip the smut you can but you won’t miss out on important story info.

“Watch my back while we look for Mayfeld and Qin,” Mando said, still unsure what Aili's problem was at the moment. She hadn’t said much after he stopped her from potentially killing Xi’an, not something he would’ve faulted her for, but it was odd to hear her so quiet now. He doubted it had anything to do with him stopping her but he still barely understood anything about how her mind worked. 

“Hey,” he stopped her before they continued down the hallway, avoiding touching her for now. Mayfeld and Qin couldn’t get very far anyway with the doorways leading to the ship shut until he opened them. Aili hesitated before looking up at him, dark brown eyes meeting his own like she always managed to. “You good?”

“I’m fine. I’ll keep any security off us,” Aili said, looking away just as quickly as she had looked up. She focused on her blaster, making sure it was okay after her scuffle with Xi’an. “We should move, not a lot of time left on that beacon.”

“You’ve been keeping track?” Mando was a little surprised she had been able to do so when she had been so focused on keeping Xi’an in a chokehold.

“You haven’t been?” Aili asked, giving Mando a look that was almost like her normal attitude towards him. But he could still tell she was a little more guarded now and he didn’t understand why. But they really didn’t have the time for him to question her. 

They hurried down the hallways as quickly as they could while keeping quiet. The last thing they needed was to give their position away to Mayfeld and his several blasters. Aili stood back as Mando snuck up on Mayfeld, hiding behind a wall when he spun around to look down the hallway. 

“No!” She heard Mayfeld shout right before he hit the ground and she stepped out from behind her spot to raise an eyebrow. There he was just on the ground, hadn’t even fought. Boring. Mando looked over to her before starting to drag Mayfeld down the hallway. 

“You stop Qin, I’ll be there soon,” Mando said, hesitating for a moment like he was going to say something else before he shook his head and kept dragging Mayfeld down the hallway. 

Aili nodded and took off for the hallway that held the ladder that would lead back into the Crest, blaster out in case there were any more security droids or if Qin popped out from around a corner. It didn’t take long for her to spot Qin getting ready to start climbing the ladder to the Crest.

“Qin, was it?” Aili asked, leaning against a wall and looking at Xi’an’s brother with an almost manic smile. It didn’t reach her eyes in the slightest. The Twi’lek let out a sigh before dropping down from the ladder. 

“You two killed the others.” 

Aili didn’t bother to answer, simply tilting her head to the side with that smile still on her face. It wasn’t like he was asking her a question. No, he had stated it like he expected nothing less from Mando or the company he kept. So who was she to even attempt to give him an answer?

“They got what they deserved,” Mando suddenly said from behind her but Aili didn’t even flinch this time. Qin let out a snarl and turned to attack them, Mando pulling out his blaster and pointing it at the Twi’lek while Aili kept hers holstered. 

“I wouldn’t if I were you before I do to you what I did to your sister,” Aili stated, her words implying much worse than she actually did. 

“You kill me, you don’t get your money. Whatever Ran promised, I’ll make you get it, and more.” Qin stepped forwards once, tossing his blaster down to the ground. “Come on Mando, be reasonable. You were hired to do a job, right?” 

“Can I please just knock him out?” Aili muttered mostly to herself but still loud enough for Mando to hear her. Qin looked over at her before back to Mando, holding his hands out. 

“Do the job. Isn’t that your code? Aren’t you a man of honor?” 

“He is. I’m not,” Aili said before stepping forward and punching Qin across the face harder than she had hit Mayfeld back at the hangar. Sure, the hit made her knuckles hurt a little but now Qin was unconscious and wouldn’t be able to piss her off more. But most importantly, he was still alive. Mando let out a heavy sigh. 

“You didn’t want that to happen, you would have held me back,” Aili said, looking over at Mando with a blank look on her face. Mando didn’t say anything to deny her statement because she was right. He could have held her back even if she fought against his hold. 

“Get on the ship, make sure the droid is ready to go.” Mando said shortly. “I’ll get him on board.”

Aili didn’t have to be told twice as she stepped over Qin’s unconscious form and climbed the ladder quickly. She had barely placed both feet onto the ship’s floor when she spotted the droid in front of the now open hatch that led to the cot. Another glance let her know that it was holding a blaster and had it pointed at Little Green. She didn’t wait to ask questions, pulling her blaster out of its holster and shooting the droid. So now she or Mando would have to pilot the ship, oh well. 

“What happened?” Mando asked as soon as he tossed Qin on board and against a wall. He shut the hatch below him, sealing the ship off from the prison ship. She watched as he placed the beacon in Qin’s pocket and they both knew he wouldn’t notice it until it was too late. 

“Droid was going to shoot the kid,” Aili stated, putting her blaster away and picking up Little Green in one smooth movement. “We gotta get outta here and into hyperspace. Now.”

Mando stayed quiet as he moved past her and up the ladder. He quickly unhooked them from the prison ship and sent them into hyperspace. Even with the beacon rapidly counting down, they couldn’t be tracked easily through hyperspace. Aili waited down in the cargo for a moment before heading up into the cockpit to place Little Green into his seat, strapping him in before she took her own seat. 

The cockpit was silent as they got back to the hangar even as they heard Qin wake up at one point. He didn’t come up and they didn’t go down. Mando landed as quickly as he safely could, turning to Aili. “Stay here, I’ll be right back.” 

He was gone for maybe a minute, getting their payment from Ran before immediately shutting the gangway. Aili didn’t wait for him to get back up to the cockpit, moving into his seat and lifting the landing gear, backing the ship out of the hangar. They had under two minutes to get the hell out of there now that the tracking signal was in a static position. Mando got back up to the cockpit, opting to stand behind his usual seat as he watched Aili dodge around the three New Republic ships that came out of hyperspace. 

They waited another minute before Aili sent them into hyperspace, no real destination in mind other than away from the space station and the New Republic X-Wings. “I told you that was a bad idea,” Mando said, leaning forward to unscrew the little metal ball that the kid liked so much. Aili narrowed her eyes, unsure who he was talking to but for his sake it better have been directed to Little Green. Because she had been very vocal about her dislike of the plan and distrust of the whole crew. 

“I’m going down to the cargo hold,” Aili suddenly said, the need to drink away her feelings back with a vengeance. She couldn’t even bring herself to care that they wouldn’t have to ever deal with Ran or Qin again. She didn’t wait for Mando to say anything, leaving the cockpit without another word and sliding down the ladder to go over to the one bag she kept hanging on the wall to keep it out of Little Green’s reach. 

She felt a small smile cross her face as she pulled out the bottle and took a long swig of it. It had been almost too long since she had been able to drink anything, too distracted taking care of Little Green and making sure Mando didn’t get them killed. The smile didn’t last very long as she went over everything that had gone wrong on this job. She unclasped the cuirass and set it down on top of one of her other bags, pulling her jacket off as well.

Aili took another long swig from the bottle, sliding down the wall to sit down on the still uncomfortable ship floor. She was still pissed. At herself, letting the fuckin’ Twi’lek for calling her an animal get to her, at Mando for even dragging them onto that job. She didn’t even care that she had been the one to tell him that they needed credits, he was the one who found the job so it was more his fault. 

She was also so wound up that she didn't trust herself to be around Mando for longer than a few minutes at the moment. Which is of course when the galaxy decided to send him her way because they were in hyperspace afterall, not much to do in the cockpit. 

“Drinking?” Mando didn’t even try to keep the surprise or disapproval out of his voice. He hadn’t even known that she had brought alcohol onto the ship. 

“Corellian whiskey, want some? It’s not as good as Tevraki whiskey but it’s all I had.” Aili held the bottle out towards him, knowing he wouldn’t accept it anyway. Couldn’t remove the helmet for even a drink in front of someone breathing. 

“Tevraki whiskey isn’t fully human-compatible.”

“Oh look at the man too scared to live dangerously,” Aili mocked. “You’re the one that used to fuck that Twi and she’s an aikiyc chakaar.”

“Are you drunk?” Mando asked, eyes narrowed behind his helmet trying to decide if Aili was or wasn’t already drunk. He had no idea how much she had already had to drink but he knew he didn’t want to deal with a drunk, pissed off Aili. 

“No.”

“Give me that.” Mando moved towards her, faster than she expected, and reached out to take the bottle away from her. 

“No!” Aili shouted, tightening her grip on the neck of the bottle before Mando could take it from her. She leaned to the side to move away from him but leaned too far towards empty space. They both went tumbling onto the ground, Aili’s head banging against the floor while Mando’s helmet thumped against the wall. Other than that they were fine. The bottle of whiskey, on the other hand, was not. It didn’t break but now there was wasted whiskey on the floor. Aili let out a growl and pushed herself back to her feet and she stared up at Mando with a heated glare.

She stared at him, chest heaving as she tried to decide how angry she was. “Where’s the kid?” 

At first she asked only so that she could kick Mando’s ass but then she had a better idea for the anger and other feelings she had felt building up from the moment they had landed on the prison ship. She only hoped that she could egg him on enough. Hoped that he would take the bait and she could work off the extra energy. She also wasn’t as blind as he seemed to think she was and not even he could hide it behind his helmet.

The helmet cocked to the side before he answered, “Asleep in the cockpit.”

Aili took one more moment to make up her mind before looking at Mando straight on, an unreadable expression on her face, "Good. Turn off the lights."

“What?” Mando was taken aback, unsure why Aili would want the lights off. 

“Turn off. The Lights.” Aili repeated herself, tilting her head a little. He slowly hit the button on his vambrace that would turn the lights off and then they were standing in the pitch blackness of the hangar. She spoke again, her voice steady and just a little darker than usual, "Take off your helmet."

She waited and was rewarded when she heard the sound of metal being placed down on the floor. She was surprised he didn’t argue but maybe he thought she was going to punch him and didn't want her to break her hand on the beskar. If only he knew.

She gave him another few seconds to stand up straight again before she grabbed out for him, pulling him into her and giving him a harsh kiss. She was a little impressed that she had gotten his lips on the first try but it wasn’t that hard to estimate where they were based on his height in comparison to her. He responded for about half a second, leather clad hands going to her hips and squeezing before he pulled away like he had been burned. “What are you doing?”

“What do you think I'm doing?” Aili asked, breath hot against his face and it took all his self control to not give in again. It had been so long...but he knew she wasn’t in her right mind. Why else would she want him?

“Making a mistake.”

Aili pushed herself up on her toes to speak into his ear, "You can either fuck me right now or take me down to a planet so I can find someone with the balls to do it."

“You’re not,” Mando paused, swallowing hard at the thought of... “You’re not in charge here.”

“Somebody has to be and you’re clearly not.”

“I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret tomorrow,” Mando said, trying to force himself to walk away. He didn’t know if he could, not when he had more than one thought running through his head and none of them were helpful. Not when he felt like this was a long time coming. Not when he still had his hands on her hips. 

“You think I’m actually drunk so let me reassure you; I am not drunk and I am telling, not asking, you to fuck me.”

The Mandalorian didn’t respond and Aili was already annoyed, ready to push him away and sent a course for the first planet she could think of. She went to say something else when a hand wrapped around her throat with no real pressure behind the grip. She let out a quiet gasp in surprise. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes.” 

He pushed her back against the wall, one thigh between her legs now. Aili let out a sound between a gasp and a whine as she rubbed herself on his beskar-covered thigh and the Mandalorian chuckled. The sound went straight to Aili’s core making her need it more. “Thought you didn’t like getting fucked against walls.”

“Shut up.” She didn’t need him using her own words against her, especially not something she had said literally months ago. How he even remembered that was beyond her. 

“What was that?” He asked, putting the barest amount of pressure on her throat, his thumb pressing down on her carotid just enough for her to feel it. Aili let out a breathy sound but that didn’t mean she was going to back down. Not when she was getting exactly what she wanted without even needing to try that hard. 

“You heard me.”

“Keep talking back and you can get yourself off,” Mando said, squeezing the hand around her throat just a little. Just enough for her to feel it and for him to feel as she swallowed. Which gave him an idea for another time, if another time ever happened of course. 

“I’ll shut up,” Aili started, a smirk that he couldn’t see crossing her face. “Sir.”

The Mandalorian let out a surprising growl before he removed his hand from her throat in order to use both hands to pick her up by her thighs and slam her against the wall. Aili let out a dark chuckle, “That’s more like it.”

“Keep that mouth shut before I find a use for it.”

“Promise?”

He removed one hand from her thighs and pulled her in by the back of her neck. Their lips met in a fiery crash and Mando forced Aili’s mouth open to deepen the kiss. They eventually parted and Aili knew she had made the right choice egging him on. She could feel his arousal against her own and if it were even possible, she felt herself get more turned on. She purposely ground herself against his still-covered cock and she smirked at the low groan he let out. 

Mando lowered her back down to the ground. “Take off your clothes.” His voice was raspy and Aili didn’t think her smirk would ever leave her face. But she did as she was told, letting him think he was calling the shots for now. As soon as she dropped her last piece of clothing onto the ground, Mando pushed her against the wall again and she let out a hiss at how cold both the wall and his armor were against her now bare skin. 

“I’m going to fuck you against this wall and you’re going to take it.”

“I don’t know you still seem like a lot of talk.”

Mando let out a long sigh, picking up one of her legs and hooking it around his hip rather than responding. Aili let out a gasp, she hadn’t even noticed that he had unzipped his pants and now his own arousal was rubbing against hers. Fuck he was big. She wished she could see it but that wouldn’t happen any time soon. But still, even just feeling it was enough to make her clench around nothing. 

Mando moved to get into a more comfortable position, his cock rubbing against Aili again. They both let out groans at the feeling and Aili hoped he would get on with it before she took matters into her own hands. Literally. 

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Mando groaned out. He wrapped a hand around his arousal and pumped it a few times, using her wetness to coat it.

“Mando,” Aili sighed out, needing more than he was giving her right now. 

“Be patient.”

“I’m done being patient,” Aili growled, using the leg he had hooked around his hip to bring him in closer if it were even possible. Mando was quick to bring his other hand to grip the back of her neck again, holding her in place for now. 

“Fine.” That was all he said before letting go of his cock and bringing his hand to Aili’s cunt. He wasn’t going to fuck her unless she was prepared first. He wasn’t that cruel. She let out a gasp when he entered one finger and she was belatedly thankful that he had at least removed his gloves. The rest of the armor being on though? That was doing things for her. 

Mando pumped his finger a few times before adding a second one, thrusting them in at a faster pace to work Aili towards her first orgasm. She grabbed at his arms and let out a loud moan. Why were his fingers so big? “Mando, please.”

“Never thought I’d hear you beg me,” he said before adding another finger and pushing his thumb against her clit and alternating between pumping his fingers in her heat and rubbing at her throbbing clit. “I want you to come for me first, mesh'la.”

It didn’t take long for Aili to clench down on his fingers, her hands tightening on his arms as her orgasm hit her. He worked her through it, pushing his fingers in and out until she sagged against him as the high faded away. Aili caught her breath, she knew it had been a while but she still wanted, no, needed more. “Are you going to fuck me now like I asked?”

“You just don’t know when to shut up, do you?” Mando asked, pulling his fingers out. He figured she was ready enough and he moved her into her earlier position. Up against the wall, both feet off the ground as he held her up by her thighs which were loosely wrapped around his waist. Kriff, she was so small in comparison to him, he thought to himself before shaking the thought away. He grabbed his cock with one hand and lined himself up with her cunt.

“If I did shut up, we wouldn’t be-” She was cut off by Mando completely sheathing himself into her with more speed than she had expected. She let out a loud gasp followed by a moan at the intrusion. Mando let out one just as loud as her wet heat enveloped his cock. It was better than he had expected. 

Mando chuckled, the sound right at her ear. “That shut you up, didn’t it?” 

He set a brutal pace, barely giving Aili enough time to catch her breath. She wrapped her hands around the back of his neck, unsure if her legs would give out and fall from their place around his waist even as she tried to lock her ankles together. Even with the pace he set, it wasn’t enough for her. “Harder.”

He obliged without saying a word, hands gripping at the back of her thighs so hard that she was sure she would have bruises when she woke up. The cargo hold was filled with too many sounds all at once, moans and grunts as well as the sound of flesh hitting flesh. Aili clenched without meaning to and Mando let out a curse. It felt so much better around his cock than it did his fingers. 

“Fuck, Mando,” Aili cried out, thighs twitching and tightening around his waist in intervals as little shocks went through her body. 

“Ibac’ner, cyar’ika.” Mando breathed out without meaning to, not even caring that he knew Aili knew some Mando’a. He doubted she had ever learned those words, probably only focusing on insults. 

“Fuck,” Aili gasped out when Mando hit a spot inside of her that made her see stars even in the darkness of the cargo hold. She knew this would be better than finding some idiot in a cantina who wouldn’t even fuck her right. She didn’t even know what the kriff he was saying in Mando’a but she found didn’t care at the moment. “Ri-right, right there.”

Mando adjusted his grip on her thighs, making it easier for him to angle his thrusts just right. He hit the spot with every push inside of her, sending her closer to a second orgasm. He was close too but he didn’t know where to come. Part of him, a part he usually kept deep below the surface, wanted to come inside but he couldn’t, wouldn’t, do that without asking and so he did before he could stop himself, “Where-where do you want me to come?”

“Inside, fuck, inside,” Aili groaned, her nails digging into his back as she felt her orgasm coming again. The thought of him coming inside of her was almost enough to push her over the edge. 

Mando was pretty sure he had heard wrong and his hips stuttered at the thought. There was no way she had...“Are you sure?”

“Mando, I swear to the Maker,” her words trailed off when he hit that spot again and she swore she saw a whole galaxy as she hit her peak for the second time that night. Mando kept pumping inside of her, working her through it once more until he felt his own climax coming. It only took a few more thrusts before he was releasing inside of her, a groan escaping him at the feeling. He usually wasn’t allowed to come inside and the thought of doing it now was too much. 

Aili held onto Mando’s shoulders, still coming down from her high. Her breath coming out in pants along with the Mandalorian’s. He had placed his forehead in the crook of her neck, his hot breath almost too much for her to handle. They stayed like that for a few minutes trying to catch their breath. 

“Are you okay?” Mando asked, his unfiltered voice still weird to Aili’s ears but she found that she preferred it to the voice modulator. No, she wasn’t going to analyze why that was just yet. Or ever. 

“I’m great,” Aili finally said, pulling away from Mando and leaning the back of her head against the wall. 

Mando pulled out, letting Aili’s feet touch the ground again, and tucked himself back into his pants. He listened to Aili get dressed and waited until she was done to speak. “Do you want to tell me what that was about?”

“Is this your idea of pillow talk because I don’t see any pillows,” Aili said, hoping she could talk her way out of explaining the literal storm going through her mind at the moment. The fact that she had probably just screwed up their semi-professional relationship was one of the last things on her mind but it was still there.

Mando let out a deep sigh. “It’s pitch black in here, you can’t see shit anyway.”

Aili paused for a long minute, trying to weigh her options. Either way would make her seem weak but what did she really have to lose now? They had already fucked. “I’m not an animal,” she said, wrapping her arms around herself.

“What are you talking about? What Xi’an said?” Mando was actually surprised. He had noticed that Aili had all but shut down after Xi’an had called her that but he hadn’t thought it was this bad. He had simply thought it was like everyone else calling her a loth-cat, that she was just ten levels of angry and annoyed. 

“No, yes. It’s complicated.” Aili didn’t know how to explain that it had nothing to do with Xi’an, not really. It didn’t have anything to do with the job, not really although that hadn’t helped at all. 

“If this is because you almost killed her, I don’t care about that.”

“I told you how I grew up. They...treated us like the fathiers on Canto Bight, just numbers in a system. To be used and then disposed of when we outgrew our use,” Aili let out a chuckle that sounded a little watery to Mando’s ears but he wasn’t about to comment on it when Aili was opening back up. “I never stopped being of use to them.

“They made me...they made me fight every single girl that made it through basic, the ones without potential by the time they were eight they--" Aili had to stop talking, clearing her throat a little. 

“You don’t have to tell me.” Mando interrupted now understanding why she had been emotional when telling him how old Sula had been when she destroyed the base. To know that she could have been made to kill a child that was now a foundling in the Covert. 

“They put a blaster in my hand and told me to kill them because I was the Leader,” Aili spit the word out like it was a curse. For all Mando knew, it could have been back then. “Any time I refused they would shoot me instead and let it bleed for hours before giving me bacta. Eventually I would, I would just kill them, to save myself from the pain. Do you know how fucked up that is?”

“They treated you like…" He was beginning to understand why she had chosen to not join the Covert or take the Creed. She still felt guilty about being made to hurt and kill children. Probably couldn’t look at the other foundlings without sizing them up. 

“Animals,” Aili interrupted before Mando could keep talking. “You can have the cot tonight, I don’t think I’ll get much sleep.”

She made to go back up to the cockpit. “No,” Mando said, reaching out to stop Aili from leaving, a gentle hand on her arm that she surprisingly didn’t shrug off. “You need sleep.”

"How many times do I have to tell you that I'm not a child?” Aili asked, staring up at the dark space where she assumed Mando was standing based off the hand on her arm. 

"Don't act like one then.”

Aili narrowed her eyes knowing that Mando couldn’t see it anyway, “You know this doesn’t change anything between us.”

“Didn’t think it would.”

Aili glared at Mando, or the space she was still assuming he was. “Well we can’t just leave Little Green up in the cockpit by himself.”

“Little Green?” Mando asked with a quiet chuckle. That was not the kind of nickname he would have expected from her nor any kind of nickname. She still called the small green alien, “the Child” or even just “the kid” around him and others out loud. 

“Shut up.” 

That was more like it, Mando thought to himself. “I’ll go get him.”

Aili didn’t comment on the fact that Mando had left the lights off despite putting his helmet back on. Mando came back down soon enough, handing the kid over to Aili without saying anything. His helmet allowed him to watch as she hesitated before heading over to the cot. He didn’t say anything as she left the hatch open, leaving her an out if she needed to get up fast and he wondered if that was a thing from her life before. Or something she picked up after blowing up an Imperial base and probably making enemies of people she had grown up knowing. The light coming from the hatch was barely enough to make the rest of the cargo hold visible past a few inches but he kept his helmet on as Aili fell asleep. 

He watched as she curled around the kid, Little Green she had called him, and he wondered if that was what it had been like before she found the Covert. If that had been why the Armorer had made the agreement she had, had seen a lost 20-something year old who had no idea how to take care of herself let alone four children that she had saved from a fate worse than death. 

He ignored the growing feeling in his chest as he sat down against the ladder leading up to the cockpit, watching over the sleeping pair and hoping they could have at least a little time before the next inevitable shitstorm. He slid his helmet off once more, once he was sure that Aili was asleep, and he just watched and wondered about more than he needed to think about.

[psychedelic-ink]

A/N: Hello there! This is my addition to the One Piece of Summer event! If you want to participate you can check @doctorgerth ‘s blog for more info! I’m actually not sure if this fic is summer-y enough but I really enjoyed writing it! The prompts I used for this piece was Meteor shower and Sunset. Enjoy!

Genre: Fluff with a dash of angst / Romance

Pairing: Sanji x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,034

Song I listened to over and over again is here 

Summary: Sanji is a lonely river spirit of the Kohaku river (yes from spirited away. Sue me.) on the night of a meteor shower your paths crosses with each other.  

It all started on the day of a meteor shower. 

The summer breeze blew at your skirt as you gazed upon the dark sky. You were wandering alone and looking for a nice, quiet spot. Especially a spot far away from teenagers sucking each others faces. 

You continued to walk further away from the gathering, your surroundings getting darker by the second, you noticed that you were completely and utterly lost. You sighed. Of course you were lost. Squinting, you scanned the area. There were many bushy trees and daffodils. At the end of everything, you saw one area that was clear of trees and seemed like a good spot to sit and watch the meteor shower. You weren’t going to miss it just because you were lost. 

That’s when you met him. 

His porcelain skin was shimmering under the starlight. He laid down amidst the daffodils with both arms tucked his head. His blond hair was like gold pouring to the ground. A thin, blue kiseru was placed between his pink lips, he blew out a puff of smoke. His eyes were closed, his long blond lashes kissing his cheeks. 

“How long are you going to stare madam?” 

Entranced by his beauty you took a step closer. You noticed that he was wearing a light blue button up shirt and black trousers. The first three buttons of his shirt were left open, exposing more of his snow white skin. Your mouth went dry as you stood just an inch away from him. Finally the man slowly opened his eyes and stared back at you with two dark blue orbs. 

You raised an eyebrow. 

“Your eyebrow is curly?”

The question was more directed to you then to him. A soft smile spread across his face as he blew out another puff of smoke. You noticed that it smelled of vanilla. Before you can examine him further, the man lunged at you and took a hold of your wrist. He pulled you on his lap and panic bubbled up inside of you.

“Stranger danger! STRANGER DANGER!” 

You felt the man tense under you as he let go of your wrist. Quickly your crawled away from him and with your chest bobbing up and down, you stared at him with fear. The man grinned sheepishly as he scratched the back of his head. 

“Sorry,” he took in a puff of smoke. “It’s just that I haven’t been near a human for so long.” 

Your breathing returned to normal as silence, accompanied by the occasional chirping of crickets, filled the atmosphere. You should be running away but you didn’t. The tone in his voice prevented you from leaving him. It was a tone you’ve heard in your own voice many many times. 

Sadness. 

Pulling your knees towards your chest, you decided to stay with him. Learn more about him. 

Wait… 

“What do you mean you haven’t been near a human for so long?” you asked, tilting your neck to the side. “Are you… not human?”

“I am a river spirit.” he replied, propping himself on his elbow. “I’m surprised anyone came here. If you went any further other spirits might have gobbled you up.” 

You eyes going wide, you let out a soft whine. He chuckled at your fear and waved his hand, trying to dismiss what he had just said. 

“Don’t worry, they won’t come near you...now.” as if what he said was completely normal, he gave you a kind smile. “How rude of me, I didn’t introduce myself my name is Sanji. I occupy the Kohaku river.” 

“My name is y/n.” you replied promptly. “Also, just for the record, I know you’re lying. There’s no way you’re a spirit.”

“Is that so,” Sanji hummed. “How do you explain this then?”

With a flick of a finger millions of water bubbled appeared before your eyes. They floated as the breeze moved them along. One bubble kissed your nose and popped, the droplets landed on your face. 

With parted lips, you stood up, never tearing your gaze off of the blond. He seemed pleased with himself as gazed at you. His blue orbs observing your every reaction. With a sly smirk, he lifted himself up from the ground and walked towards you. 

Your breath hitched as he stood an inch away from you, his vanilla scented breath ghosting over your face, he gently placed a hand on your flushed cheek. His thumb slowly caressed your soft skin. You didn’t know what to say or what to do. The only thing you felt was that you were exactly where you had to be at the moment. Meeting him, here, was destiny. You paths were intertwined and from now on neither of you could live a life without one another. 

“You’re here to watch the meteor shower aren’t you?” he whispered, softly. “Let’s watch it together.” 

And that was you first memory of the lonely river spirit. 

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Days passed and you found yourself visiting Sanji nearly everyday. He would always greet you with a wide grin. Your heart would skip a beat whenever you saw him smile. For the first time in your life you felt loved. Sanji was the only thing in your life that felt worth while. You would see him in the depths of the forest, the same forest that Sanji scared you into believing spirits would gobble you up. Most of the other spirits were quite nice actually. 

The only issue was that you had to leave before sunset.

If you stayed even a minute longer you could never return to the human world. When Sanji told you this the first time, you felt that he thought you would leave him and never returned. He had spoken of the rule like it was something to be afraid of. But as long as you were with him you were happy.

The most surprising fact about the spirit was that he absolutely loved to cook. Often the two of you would go on picnics and he would feed you the countless desserts that he made. They would melt in your mouth and most of them made you shamelessly moan. 

Everything was amazing. The two of you could talk for hours and the both of you had suffered from loneliness. You never thought that anyone would be able to understand your feelings. Your hardships. And in a way you were right, no human was able to understand you. 

Each day leaving before sunset became harder. The days gradually became shorter as it signalled summer ending. It broke your heart. You were tired of returning to an empty home and an empty life. You could never imagine a life without him. 

That is until one day you couldn’t find him. 

You looked everywhere for him only to finally find him standing at the edge of a river. With a sigh of relief, you quickly made his way towards him. Your eyes scanned the atmosphere only to see that the river was polluted. Loads of plastic bottles and thrash was floating down stream. The your eyes shifted to Sanji. His usually pale skin was covered in dark, purplish marks and blisters. He looked utterly defeated. That’s when you realized what river this was.  The Kohaku river. 

His river. 

“What happened to you?” you asked, panic bubbling up inside of you. 

Sanji slowly turned towards you. It seemed that he had just noticed your presence which was worrying because he would usually be aware of even a butterfly landing on a flower. There were dark bags under his eyes and seemed like he could collapse at any second. 

“Ah, hello love.” a somber smile formed on his pale lips. “It seems like today might be out last day.”

Your stomach clenched and you could hear your heart pounding in your ears. 

“What do you mean by that?” you asked you voice sounded as it belonged to a stranger. 

Sanji sighed and looked back at the river. 

“My well being is directly linked to the river. Humans,” he clenched his teeth. “They polluted it so much that I can’t purify it anymore.” 

A knot formed in your throat. Tears threatening to fall, your eyes shift between the river and Sanji. You bit your bottom lip as you let out a sniffle. With a shocked expression Sanji gaze landed back on you. His eyes skimmed your features before extending his arm and pulling you into a tight embrace. 

“Don’t worry,” he whispered. “The time I got to spend with you made my unbearable life worth living.”

Your face buried in his chest, tears stung the corner of your eyes. At the same time your mind was racing, because you didn’t want to lose him. You couldn’t. Not after everything you’ve been through. 

With a sudden realization, you tore your face away from his chest and looked up to him. Much to your surprise he was already staring at you. 

“What if,” you began, uncertainty embedded in your voice. “We clean the river?”

“Usually that would work, but I don’t have enough strength to-” 

“I’ll do it!” you exclaimed. “If it can work. I’ll do it.”

An expression of shock ghosted over his face before giving you a tired smile. He closed his eyes and placed his lips on your forehead. He gave it a soft peck before speaking. 

“Promise me you’ll return until sunset.” his cold lips moved against your burning skin. “I’ll lose consciousness soon.” 

Before you can say anything, Sanji’s head fell on to your shoulders and you barely were able to hold him up before he hit the ground. Careful not to drop him, you gently laid him on the grass. The summer wind ruffled your hair as you stared at the lake with determination. 

There was no way you were going to let it end like this. 

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You kneeled next to Sanji with the last thrashbag in your hand. You were sweaty, wet and honestly your muscles ached. But you were pleased with the results. You glanced at the river. You’ve managed to collect every plastic bottle and thrash that was swimming in it. Now the river was sparkling with the faint light of the sun. 

But the fact that Sanji was still unconscious worried you. All the bruises and blisters had cleared up from his skin. The bags under his eyes were gone.  He seemed more sound asleep then unconscious. Your heart tightened. What if he didn’t wake up? What would you do then? 

The warmth of the sun kissed your skin, alarming you the concept of time. The area you were in was bathed in orange sunlight. You knew what that meant. You needed to leave. 

You took in a sharp breath and took a hold of Sanji’s hand, lifting it up to your lips, you gave the lifeless limb a kiss. A smile tugged at your lips. 

“Don’t worry I’m not going to leave you.” 

Sanji doesn’t wake up until your surrounding are completely engulfed in darkness. The only light source being the stars above. You felt Sanji’s thumb stroking your hand as he woke up. A wide grin spread across your face when you heard him cough. He propped himself on his elbows.

“I thought you promised me you would leave before sunset.” 

Giggling, you threw yourself on him and wrapped your arms around his neck. His hand came around your waist as you smooshed your cheeks together. 

“Technically,” you said, you voice low. “I never promised.”

Sanji chuckled as he brushed his face against your hair. You pulled back in and placed your hands on his cheeks. He seemed healthier than ever. 

“I guess now you’re stuck with me.” you said with a playful smirk. 

“Then I guess my luck has finally turned.”

He leaned in and gave you a soft kiss. You practically melted when you felt his warm lips against yours. Feeling overwhelmed, your eyes teared up and he placed two additional kisses on your eyelids. 

“Thank you.” he whispered. “Thank you for being in my life, y/n.” 

[zodiyack]

Phantom Of The Opera

Requested by anon: Just wanna say that you're my favorite writer on Tumblr! ❤️ I have a strange request. Could you make one Thomas ShelbyxReader based on The Phantom of the Opera? The reader performs in a fancy theater and a man, the theater's ghost, is obsessed with her. And the Peaky Blinders have to wait for the performance to catch him 'cause he's a freaking ghost (Point of No Return scene) I don't know if you ever watched The Phantom of the Opera, but I can send you another message with more info if you want

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x reader

Warnings: Swearing, mention of stalking, smoking and alcohol, fluff, angst, mention of murder(?), slightly straying? idk man

Note: I’ve never seen the movie, so I’m not gonna be completely accurate, but it’s not supposed to be EXACTLY the movie, so I guess that’s okay? I hope you guys like it! Also.. don’t mind the singing parts... 😅 

so basically, it’s like the movie but there are MAJOR differences... oops

Special addition to the note!: I had some help!! Thank you so much @jenepleurepasbaby​ for the ideas as well as information from the movie, I can’t thank you enough!

Word count: 3,000+

Taglist: @captivatedbycillianmurphy, @stydia-4-ever, @matth1w, @redspaceace, @jenepleurepasbaby, @simonsbluee

masterlist | peaky blinders masterlist

She adjusted her hair as the director dismissed everyone. Their practice was now cut short, dark coming closer and closer. Arthur was her ride, yet he lie asleep, and possibly drunk, in one of the seats. Y/n sighed, grabbing bunches of her large white dress. Her friends bid her goodnight as they walked out of the building, leaving Y/n and her lover’s unconscious brother alone and in silence.

Y/n was unsure of her part. Although they just practiced, she felt the need to go over a bit more. Arthur managed to sleep through the entire rehearsal, so who’s to say he wouldn’t sleep through her singing? She would need to wake him up anyway. So she sang, went over her parts, fell into the melody.

That was, until she heard it.

Until she heard him.

The rough organ, the voice. They clicked into her brain, her voice slipping and dropping silent. It took her by surprise. Though she stopped, the voice kept singing. He sounded beautiful, elegant, more perfect for the singing role of her on stage lover than the singing partner selected for said role was.

“Sir?” No response came to Y/n, but the man continued singing. She looked around, checking on Arthur in his intoxicated yet peaceful state, and then starting her mission. She wished to find the voice, so she followed it.

The louder it got, the bigger the pit in her stomach grew. It was a pit of nothing but fear and worry. She didn’t have Tommy with her, and Arthur was asleep, she knew she would need to be careful. Her hand wandered down to her side. Under the thick fabric of her gown, holster from Polly made specifically to hide on her garter clips, was a small gun.

A breath she didn’t realize she was holding released itself from her mouth, relief at the feeling of the cold metal. She hoped she would have no need to use it, but it was good to be cautious.

His singing was now echoing through the hall, signing his presence. Y/n turned and gasped slightly out of shock. She let her eyes study the figure in front of her, the white mask that donned the side of his face, his slicked back hair, the way his voice sounded...

It was almost like his voice was magic. Her eyes gleamed with an entranced look, like she wasn’t fully there.

His free hand reached for hers and before she could top herself, she slipped her palm into his. He stopped singing, leading her through the theater to wherever he was to take her. She couldn’t stop herself, it was hard enough to even thinking in her own voice with his angelic voice.

Now that she heard him in person, she realized she’d heard him many times before. She’d heard him in her dreams, the same voice haunting her, no matter it’s beauty. He called for her, summoning her to a place she had no knowledge of. 

The stories of the theater dubbed him the Phantom of the Opera, the ghost who would kill those who refused to do his bidding. 

“Reminds me of a certain family.” She remembered telling the story to Tommy and the other Peaky Blinders, referencing their work with teasing smile.

His voice summoned her ever since the first performance she’d ever done at this very theater, a man standing on the rafters and observing her rather intensely. However, she was not the one to spot him that time, instead a backstage worker. He pointed out the man, but Arthur assumed he was just drunk and told Y/n to just ignore it.

Oh how wrong he was.

The half-masked man seemed to have such a power, casting a spell on her and removing logic from her mind. Her face lit up by the torch in his hand as he led her down a staircase. A horse waited down

“Sing once again with me, our strange duet. My power over you, grows stronger yet.” He lifted her onto the horse and guided the dark steed down a ramp-like walkway. “And though you turn from me, to glance behind, the Phantom of the Opera, is there inside your mind.”

He helped Y/n off the horse, held her hand as he helped her into the small row boat. He rowed through the water, closer and closer to his lair. She didn’t know why, but she felt the urge to join in. Was it his spell? Making her feel this way?

“Those who have seen your face, draw back in fear.” It was definitely him. She couldn’t think of a time she’d ever sing something like this, aside from her performances. “I am the mask you wear,”

“It’s my voice they hear.” He continued to sing as she transferred to the operatic vocalizing. The masked Phantom encouraged her, stopping his song and listening to her breathtaking voice. “Sing, my angel of music!”

“Sing my angel...Sing for me!” She grew louder the closer they got, the grate lifting and allowing them entry to his underground lair. “Sing my angel! Sing for me!!” Y/n hit her final high note, cutting herself off as they came to a stop. The candles, which had risen from the foggy waters, were just now being processed with mild confusion. The events prior to her arrival in his hideaway were catching up to her, equally as mysterious.

“Listen my dear. Can you hear that?”

“Hear what?” The Phantom held her hand, helping her out of the boat.

“The organ, of course. I’ve played it for you, in hopes that you’d listen and find your way to me. And that, you did.”

“You were... playing it... for me?” Y/n raised her eyebrows curiously. He nodded, walking over and playing a few notes to the song she had been rehearsing before she wounded up in his secret home. “W-Why?”

“What better way to prove my love for you?”

Her mind gave itself a slap to the face, returning herself to full consciousness, the hypnotic state the Phantom had her in was nowhere to be found. “Excuse me?”

“Is there a problem? I’m simply stating my admiration for you. My undying heart, it beats only for you, and your marvelous voice. That man, the one who sent the other with you, he has no love for you. His heart holds no care nor affection for you. Alas, that is one thing he and I do not have in common.” The Phantom’s lips curled into a smile, a child-like innocence that could’ve tricked Y/n’s back into her trance.

But it didn’t. She pushed him away from her, making sure to not be too rough. “Why!? Why would you say such a thing!? You trick me into following you, just to reveal you wanted to rid me of my lover?”

“No, not just that-”

“Have you lost your mind?! I’m sorry, I can’t. It was a pleasure meeting you, dear Phantom, but I’m afraid I simply cannot except any offers you have. Your love is flattering, but my heart belongs to the one who actually does love me back.” Her hands gripped her dress again, pulling it up enough for her to move back to the row boat.

However, she couldn’t make it to the small boat on time. He grabbed her arm and yanked her towards him, forcing her to face him. “Please, Y/n, just let me prov-”

“How do you know my name?” A silence split between the two. He didn’t answer her question. She looked up at him slowly, curiosity overtaking her. He was distracted, unaware, it as the perfect time to strike. She reached for his mask, snatching it, but being pushed to the ground before she could see his face.

He growled, covering the side with his hand, screaming insults at her as she remained on the ground with wide eyes. She was too shocked to move. The push managed to take the breath from her lungs, resulting in small coughs when she tried to stand up.

“I- I’m sorry.” She reached for his cheek, the action startling him. He stumbled backwards, he reached forwards slowly when she held out his mask, ripping it from her hands. “Please, could you take me back to the theater?”

He didn’t respond. His own way of saying no.

“I’ll... um... I’ll be going then.”

He didn’t stop her. He wanted to, but he didn’t. Besides, she had a performance coming up, did she not?

. . .

“Y/n has called a family meeting!” Arthur stomped over to his chair, sitting and crossing his arms as he waited for the rest of his family.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

“No, Pol, I’m fine...”

Arthur groaned and rolled his eyes. “Yesterday. Theater. Stalker. Tell them, Y/n.”

The family’s eyes shifted from Y/n to Arthur, then back to Y/n after he finished his sentence. “Fine. There was...a man... Um... Remember the ‘drunken man’ from my first performance?”

Everyone nodded. Esme stepped in, receiving a short glance from John, “What happened? Did your stalker try to kill you or something?”

“No no no, he wouldn’t do that.” The calmed family turned to Y/n with concern and confusion. Y/n looked at each one of them, anticipating their reactions. More specifically, Tommy’s. Jealousy and anger surged throughout his body, and somehow, everyone could tell. Jumping out of her chair, she walked over to him and pecked his lips reassuringly, “No, I’m not in love with him, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“Alright alright, Tommy, stop being jealous, Y/n, we must be getting back to the point. Please explain what this meeting is for?”

“Ah yes,” She sat back down. “He um... well he took me somewhere. It was like..under the theater? I sang with him... he called me his ‘angel of music’, and he said my name...”

“What else did he do?” Tommy’s jaw clenched.

“He wouldn’t take me back, so I went back myself. He um... well he did do um.. something...”

Arthur slammed his cup onto the table, standing up quickly, ignoring the wide eyed glares from Linda and Polly. “Oh get bloody on with it! It’s not like you slept with him or something!”

“Damn it Arthur! Could you please just give her some fucking time!?”

“T-thank you, Pol... but Arthur’s right. The man... he... confessed.”

Lizzie was the one to react first this time. She seemed mentally absent from the conversation until the confession had been mentioned, her jaw dropping and eyes popping. “Confessed what?”

“His love. For- for me. I left at that point. He tried to tell me Tommy didn’t love me, but no words from anyone could ever make me believe that. It felt like he put me into some from of trance until then, which I snapped myself out of once he brought up love.”

Tommy started for the door, gun in hand, but was stopped by Y/n. “Please, just... just leave this be... let the coppers handle it, it’ll be alright.”

“Alright? Alright? All-fucking-right?” the blue eyed man pointed to the door, the veins in his hands were bulging. “Out there is a man who is stalking you, obsessing over you, and possibly targeting me so he can take you. And you’re gonna tell me it’ll be ‘alright’?”

“Tom... to be fair, you are being a little ov-”

“Ada, don’t you dare finish that fucking sentence. Tommy’s right.” If looks could kill, Arthur would be long gone by now. “When it first happened, she asked us to wait until it happened more, then it did. But she still didn’t want us to do anything. This time she had an in-person encounter with the creep, and she wants us to wait for coppers?”

He turned to Y/n, “Arthur’s correct. We waited, just as you asked, and now, it’s extreme. Please...” He returned his gun to it’s holster, taking her face in his hands, “let us deal with this.”

“I-” Her e/c orbs glanced around the room, zooming from person to person before giving in and locking eyes with the man in front of her and relaxing into his touch. “Okay... just, don’t hurt him. He seemed so... alone.”

“We can’t promise anything, but we’ll try our best. We’ll all come to the show, and we’ll be your protection, alright?” She nodded and kissed him back as he pressed his lips to hers softly. “Now, let’s get home.”

“Thank you everyone... I’m sorry about-”

“No.” Y/n’s head snapped up, quirking an eyebrow to Polly’s interruption. “Don’t be sorry. It’s gonna be okay. Get some rest, you have quite a performance to prepare for.” With that, she winked and smiled, waving goodbye to Y/n and Tommy as they exited the Betting Shop. She was right. They had a big day tomorrow, and there was no time for messing around.

. . .

As she sang, her eyes were focused on the audience, darting around in search for her lover and his family. The Peaky Blinders weren’t that hard to miss, but they soon became so when The Phantom entered onto the stage where her partner should’ve. She noticed quite quickly, the difference in vocal ranges, the height and figure differences. She would be lying if she were to say she didn’t feel even the slightest bit of fear.

Their voices danced together, the trance returning to her, her body and mind betraying her. The Phantom walked closer, lust filled his eyes, the trance-like-state forcing the same into hers. Tommy, in his seat, gripped his gun. Patience escaped him, replaced with burning jealousy and rage.

“When will the blood begin to race, the sleeping bud burst into bloom? When will the flames at last, consume us?”

They began towards each other. Arthur nudged Tommy’s shoulder, gesturing to some of the cast peaking from behind the curtain, obviously puzzled with Y/n’s singing partner. All the proof they needed that he was the man they were watching for.

Their voices joined, “Past the point of no return! The final threshold!” Tommy’s hold on his weapon grew tighter as Y/n and The Phantom closed the distance between their bodies. The stranger spun Y/n around and wrapped his arms around her stomach, his hands over hers. “The bridge is crossed, so stand, and watch it burn...”

Like a bull to a red flag, the sight of The Phantom’s wandering right hand traveling up Y/n’s chest and to her neck brought darkness to his eyes. “We've passed the point, of no return...”

Although the song was due to end there, The Phantom had other plans.

Y/n’s eyes opened as The Phantom’s voice continued. She was waking herself up, realizing her state and snapping out of it.

“Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime... Lead me, save me, from my solitude... Say you want me with you, here beside you, anywhere you go, let me go too -  Y/n, That's all I ask of-”

He was interrupted by the screams of the audience. Y/n did what she needed to do. She had pulled the black mask free of his face, revealing to the audience just who he really was. Thomas took the screams as his cue and pulled his gun from it’s holster. He didn’t move, instead, he waited for a sign that would tell him that it was necessary. He preferred Y/n get out of this alive.

She looked to the Phantom with sorry emotion, genuine sympathy and hurt in her e/c orbs. The Phantom returned her reaction. He couldn’t be mad at her, but that wouldn’t stop him from having her.

Out of his peripheral vision, he noticed the coppers racing to the stage, pushing past people. He immediately grabbed hold of Y/n’s waist, as tight as he could, and cut the string to the enormous chandelier.

Tommy jumped up, alerting his family, directing each person to move out of the way. He froze, watching Y/n and The Phantom fall from the bridge, and into the ground. Tommy surged forward, leaning over the railing and screaming in agony, forced to watch the stalker escape through a hole in the ground with the love of his life. Polly, Michael, and Arthur grabbed Tommy, trying to pull him back. Even Pol had tears in her eyes.

It was never meant to go this way.

When did everything go so wrong?

What did they mess up?

. . .

The three brothers found their way through waters, ending up in The Phantom’s lair. Tommy’s eyes widened. Y/n, face covered in tears, mouth shivering, frozen in fear, stood there, next to The Phantom, in a wedding dress. She looked gorgeous, but Tommy couldn’t let that distract him.

“What the f-”

Arthur slapped a hand over John’s mouth, quieting him before they could be caught by the pair. He looked over to his other brother, scanning the look of worry on his face. His other hand rubbed his brother’s arm comfortingly.

“Pity comes too late,” The Phantom placed a veil on Y/n’s head, “turn around and face your fate! And eternity of this!-” he pointed to the scared side of his face, “before your eyes...” He calmed himself by looking into her eyes. Erik, the Phantom, placed a ring into Y/n’s hand.

Y/n walked to a covered mirror, taking off the veil as she walked. “This haunted face,” She tore down the cover, turning to Erik. It was clear that they were no longer strangers. “Holds no horror for me now. It’s in your soul; that the true distortion lies...”

John snorted a little, finding humor in the fact that they were still singing, but quickly shut up when Erik turned his head towards the noise. It was too late, far far far too late. He smirked mischievously.

“Wait, my dear, I think we have some guests!” He switched from singing to talking.

Her eyes followed his gaze, spotting Tommy, John, and Arthur. “Tommy!” She moved forward. Tommy mirrored her and pressed himself against the portcullis.

“Sir. Or shall I say, sirs. This is indeed, an unparalleled delight! I had rather hoped that you,” he made eye contact with Tommy, “that you would come!” Erik walked down the steps, next to Y/n. “And now, my wish comes true.” He pulled Y/n into her side. Tommy flinched upon hearing and seeing Y/n’s panic caused by Erik’s actions. “You have truly made my night.”

“Let me go-”

Everything broke from Tommy’s head. It was purely in the moment. For once he was acting with his heart, rather than his brain. “Free her!” Y/n stopped and looked to him with confusion, opposite to Erik’s looks of amusement. “Do to me whatever you would like, but please! Free her!”

“Your lover makes a passionate plea.”

“Please- Tommy... it’s useless...”

“Tom! She’s right, we can’t do anything with this stupid thing in the way.” Arthur grumbled.

“I love her!” He was speaking to everyone. From the heart. “Does that mean nothing? I love her! Show some compassion-”

“The world showed no compassion to me!” The brothers and Y/n faced Erik, small signs of empathy for the red and ruined side of his face.

“Y/n. Y/n, let me see her. Let me fucking see her!” Tommy kicked the portcullis harshly, showing his demand was not to be taken as a joke.

“Be my guest, sir.” Erik smirked wider and walked to a lever. He pulled it and the portcullis began moving upwards. Before he could say more, Tommy fired random shots. He could careless if he hit The Phantom or missed, his mission was to get Y/n and then skedaddle the fuck out of there.

John and Arthur exchanged glances and nods, joining Tommy in open fire towards the man.

Tommy reached Y/n, pausing and pressing a kiss to her soft lips, closing his eyes and melting into their short kiss. After the separated, he picked her up, one arm under her knees and the other somewhere above her waist. He nodded to her. Her arms wrapped around his neck.

“John! Arthur! Cease fire! I repeat! Cease fire!”

Erik chuckled madly, “Aren’t you going to finish me?” He looked at Arthur, then his gun. “Kill me!”

Arthur raised his gun. Aimed. Inhaled.

“Stop! Don’t kill him! Let him be... please...” Y/n faced Tommy with watery eyes, “let me down for a second, please.” Thomas hesitated, but followed the orders of his significant other. She kissed him once more, then walked to Erik and shooed the brothers away from him.

“W-what’re you doing!? Y/n! T-Tom, she’s gonna get hers-”

“Leave it Arthur. Y/n knows what she’s doing. I hope.” Tommy mumbled the last sentence under his breath.

They watched as Y/n caressed the cheek of the scared side to Erik’s face, her face scrunching with visible focus. She pulled him down to her, rested her forehead against his and whispered to him.

“Angel of music... thank you for this journey... Alas, twasn’t I that was destined to join you on it.” John shouted for her to hurry, the sound of the coppers growing near. “Run, dear Phantom, run and don’t ever look back. One day the world will except you...you just can’t force it.” 

Y/n reached for his hand, opening it and placing his ring in it, then folding it shut, just as he did to her hand. He smiled at her. He finally surrendered.

Tommy walked up to them, causing Erik to move back a bit. Tom stopped in front of the man and handed him a large amount of money, smiling with a heart full of sympathy. “Run, Phantom. As far as the coppers know, you’re dead. My uncle will have a boat, board it if you’d like. Start a new life.” 

The Phantom nodded, taking the money. But. He paused. “Go. Be free, my Angel of Music. You’ve shown me nothing but kindness and care, and I thank you for that.” The unfamiliar voices neared. Erik’s eyes widened, “Hurry! Leave! Go!”

Tommy grabbed Y/n, pulling her with him as they headed into the water and tried to ran through it. Y/n turned her head, giving Erik one last look, giving him one last nod, and smiling to him for the last time. They ran out the burning theater, Moss interviewed her, writers for news companies chased after her, but everyone was shooed away by her family.

At home, Tommy cradled Y/n’s cheeks, looking deeply into her eyes. “I thought I lost you...”

“Well I’m here, aren’t I?” She leaned forward, mumbling against his lips, “I missed you... I love you so much Tommy.”

Tommy closed the cap between them, staying for a few minutes. Peaceful. Quiet. Still in his suit and her in the wedding gown she was forced into. “I love you too, Y/n. Very much... Maybe this dress could do some use for us. Eh?”

[dreamteamspace]

Introduction

Gen

they/him | Nonbinary | young adult | lgbtqa+ rights | I tag-talk a lot | You can call me Space! | I swear sometimes | I ship dnf

My Blogs/accounts:

@dreamspace-originals ONLY Reblogs of all my original (mcyt) content

@correct-mcyt-quotes Sideblog, posts only

(@allet-trash​ Main blog)

My MCYT Fanfics

Justice Well Served (AO3)

- “Dream has been fleeing his three persistant hunters for two months now. Life hasn’t been the same ever since the King demanded his head, and the more time goes on, the more he sees his future crumble. Maybe he never should have crossed him in the first place.

George and his two best friends have been sent on a neckbreaking mission to catch the most dangerous criminal in the kingdom of Rua. Guided by compasses and orders from the King, they’re determined to catch up very, very soon.”

(Long on-going work. I am writing this as chapter 20 is posted, and the work stands at 84.5k words currently. Here’s its tumblr post.)

Road Trip (If You Mean It) (AO3)

“George giggles despite himself. “Dream,” he says, and  Dream feels his heart firmly punch his chest. Somehow, the same effect of Sapnap looking more attractive in reality applies to George, except  fucking ten-fold. Sapnap teasingly whines something along the lines of  ‘what about me?’, but Dream barely hears him.

Dream takes a step  closer, suddenly very aware that George is as small as Sapnap is, a good  head smaller than him, only really reaching up to his chest. George has  to look up at him, a silent question in his eyes.

The glance upwards, all glittering dark eyes and dark hair and just George, is enough to slay him on the spot.

Dream doesn’t mean to sound so soft, his voice to be so drawled. “Can I hug you?”

George slides his bag off his shoulder, letting it hit the ground. “I- yeah.””

(“heat-waves-esque”  but the song is Road Trip by Dreamwastaken himself this time, because  Road Trip has been stuck in my head and Heat Waves has left me  emotionally in pain. Long on-going work. Tumblr post)

Obsidian (AO3)

- “Despite all his divine power, Dream ends up trapped in his own prison… surrounded by nothing but the darkness, his torturously immortal mind and four cold, obsidian walls.” (Complete oneshot. Please read tags/warnings on ao3 before proceeding to read. ~3.4k words. Tumblr post.)

(For more of my writing, you can check out the tag #space writes on my blog.)

✨ More details and tags/dni/personal info under the cut ✨

Info

This is a side-blog so you won’t see me in notes/likes! My main is allet-trash but I don’t post any mcyt there at all.

This blog is 95% mcyt. I lov the mcytblrs with all my heart and I’m happy to be part of this cool community. I browse the mcyt tag a lot. Feel free to yell at my inbox/DMs if u wanna.

If I leave you on read in DMs that’s cause tumblr ate my notifs, I read it and forgot to respond or I haven’t figured out what to say yet sdlkfj. I’ll get back to you eventually (But you can also toss me an ask to remind me if you want as soon as I haven’t responded within about 48 hours).

ABOUT ME

Name: I typically go by Space here, but feel free to call me whatever.

Pronouns/gender: they/them/he/him, with a preference for he/him. I’m nonbinary.

I support the lgbtqa+ community wholeheartedly: Aro/ace, Biromantic/bisexual, Trans (whether that be ftm, mtf, mtn or ftn), Lesbian/gay/their romantic versions, Panromantic/pansexual, agender, nonbinary, genderfluid and people with neopronouns. PLEASE tell me if I forgot something. Knowing me, I might have. If it’s not p*dophilia, I probably just forgot to mention it here.

Age: I’m a young adult, 18-26. When talking to someone in DMs, especially about ships/fanfic/nsfw, I might ask if you’re a minor or not to make sure I know who I’m talking to!

PERSONAL TAGS

#dreamteamspace speaks

Asks that I answer, oneshots, any original posts, when I add a lot of my own ideas/writing/opinions on posts that I reblog, and my digital art if I make any.

#space writes

In cases of oneshots, lore, ideas, sometimes vividly depicted theories and generally creative writing, I will tag posts with #dreamteamspace speaks AND #space writes.

#space art

my digital art!

#liveblogging - Whenever I’m liveblogging about a vod/stream/premier/etc.

#srb - self reblog, when reblogging a post I myself made, sometimes with an addition.

#fav - This tag saves things for me for later. Things I might want to rewatch/reread and that give me serotonin.

#ask - any asks I answer.

#anonymous ask - any anonymous asks I answer.

On tagging asks: When answering an ask, I can’t tag it immedietly, but have to go back to edit the ask and tag it (If there’s a way around this please tell me). If an ask isn’t tagged at all, wait about 20 seconds and refresh.

#negativity

Any non-positive posts, including fandom drama, valid criticism of ccs, warning posts, venting, ranting, pessimism and shipping discourse. /j’d posts that are meant positively do not fall under this tag.

I won’t reblog posts I fundamentally and fully disagree with, rather, I may fully agree with a post and still tag it as #negativity.

If you would like something tagged #negativity that is not tagged, do not be afraid to toss me an ask/DM and ask for me to tag it. If you’re not sure if it’s reasonable or not, just ask! I don’t bite.

I use this tag less than once a day on average.

#criticism

Any posts that are ALREADY tagged #negativity but are about valid criticism of ccs or the fandom, usually making a good point I agree with.

((I generally will not reblog political posts onto this blog. Instead I do that to my main blog, @allet-trash, where they are tagged #politics.))

IMPORTANT! I do not tag my swearing.

I fully understand it can be bothersome to some people, and I’ve tried to tag it on other blogs in the past and I just- don’t manage. I don’t swear every second sentence and sometimes I’ll try to tone it down. If you’re very bothered by swearing, either filter the words themselves or keep your distance.

TWs

I’ll tag general things such as blood/death/selfharm/etc. If you need something triggering tagged that is not tagged, please tell me. If I tag something #blood tw I will also tag it #blood for easier filtering. I sometimes tag mentions.

Tone indicators

I use /lh (light hearted), /hj (half-joking), /j (joking), /srs (serious)

DNI (Do not interact)

-anybody who thinks p*dophilia is a kink/orientation or in any way part of the lgbtqa community

-if you romantically ship ccs that are minors with other ccs. Same goes for shipping ccs in ways they’ve confirmed to not be okay with or if they’re not okay with shipping in general

-Please just respect CCs boundaries I beg of you it’s the least we can do

[kingsuckjin]

I tricked a lot of you, and here's how and why I did it.

Before you hit the "read more" I just want you to know this was an experiment, this isn't a call out post, I'm not coming at readers or writers, I have a shit ton of respect for you all, especially Jungkook, seeing as he's my second bias. Maybe even if you squint hard enough there's some info in here to help new writers. Beware the sort of long post under the cut.

So let's start off by stating my problem, a problem that I'm sure all or most writers are experiencing. Jungkook fics get more notes and feedback than any of the others. At first when this started for me, I was blaming myself and wondering if it was me and my writing. I was wondering if my other fics just weren't good enough, and then I started to see a pattern that it was just Jungkook fics getting the most notes and feedback. I don't feel like it's always been like this for me, for a long time a Taehyung fic of mine was most loved by readers, so I obviously questioned if my writing had just went bad somehow. I had started joking for a while that one of these days I'd post the exact same fic twice, a Jungkook version and one with any other member and see what happens, and it was only a joke but something last night pushed me to do it. Last night I posted a teaser to a fic I had been working hard on, something I thought people would love as much as my most popular fic (a jk one) and right out of the gate it ended up not doing well. I started wondering again if it was just me being a shitty writer and honestly I got tired of feeling that way and blaming myself so I broke.

What did I do?: I know the best time to post fics for me is Friday and Saturday nights because those are the nights with the most traffic. So last night (Saturday) took a Namjoon fic named "Drive" I felt deserved more notes (it only had 272) I copy pasted it into my docs, retitled it to "Ruin Him", and changed Namjoon's name to Jungkook and privated my namjoon fic that was exactly the same fic. I posted my "jungkook fic" right after my Jimin teaser, thinking at the very least that maybe I could also experiment with ways of bringing more traffic to a fic.

After about 12 hours here's what I found: 1.) Only one person caught on and in a very kind way wondered if I was stealing someone's else’s fic 😂(I'm very sorry anon. Thank you though for being brave enough to for that and stick up for writers and even be nice about it) my "jk fic" after just half a day had 160-ish notes, where as my joon fic that was the exact same had only 272 after months of being up. So my "jungkook" fix was obviously wracking up notes and feedback faster than the same one that came first. While a lot of factors probably go into this like the amount of followers I've gained since I've written the joon fic until now when I posted the jungkook fic, I do believe jungkook fics obviously do better. Now, I also don't know if I have a concentration of jungkook stans following me (because I too am a jungkook stan, I'm double biased) and I've done this to myself by writing a lot of kook, but I've heard a lot of writers have this exact same thing going on.

As for the results of if it helped bring traffic to my jimin teaser: it did not. My jimin teaser only has 55 notes after about the same amount of time of it being consecutively posted before my fake Jungkook fic. Although it had a banner, and promise of future smut (lack of smut now would also probably play a role in the amount of notes along with it just being a teaser) and the jk and joon fics did not have the fancy bells and tassels, it didn't seem to matter. So maybe banners for fics aren't everything but they are a nice addition to help draw people in.

What's the big deal? Am I just a writer groveling for notes?: the problem is I've felt restricted as a writer since I discovered this. I'll work hard on a fic and share it with you only to discover that there's no feedback, comments or reblogs, and that you only wanted Jungkook. It's disheartening, because while I love writing fics for the others I found myself wondering what's the point if no one cares? What's the point in sharing all of my work if it gets completely disregarded? What's the point if it doesn't bring joy to anyone else too? Writing makes me happy but what's the point in sharing it if no one wants it, why not just keep it for myself instead of going through the trouble of making a banner, putting in warnings, description and tags, check it for errors, harass my writer friends for opinions on it as I'm writing it, hyping it up first for weeks, and giving updates on progress? It's hard to find drive to write when you know not many others care.it all just filled me with a lot of doubt and apprehension before posting any fic. (But for those of you that do care and read or reblog and give me feedback on almost everything I write I hope you know you are absolute angels and you're what keep me posting and hanging on. I have such infinite love for you, I see you and know who you are and look forward to seeing you in my notifications every time I post something. I'd die for you.) Don’t get me wrong, I’m not trying to tell you what you should or shouldn’t read or write, I love a good kook fic as much as anyone else, I’m just stating what I've found, how it makes me feel and the decisions I’m faced with.

So what am I going to do? I understand there's a whole lot of people with kook as their bias (including myself) and I understand why Jungkook fics are so popular and I'm not quite sure it can be helped. Honestly, its probably just a me problem. It does make me feel sad that fics about the others get less love though. So what I've been thinking hard on doing these past few months is either 1.) Switching to AO3 only, I'm aware they probably have the same problem, but I feel like AO3 is just better with feedback in general no matter what member you post. I'm still deciding on that and might take me a few months to really think on. Honestly I don't think I could *only* write Jungkook fics, and if I did I'd probably get hate for it and experience severe burn out. Or option 2.) Leaving the option available for you to request any of my fics rewritten with a different member. And I don't mean just copy paste the same fic like I did last night every time, I like thinking that fics would go slightly differently depending on the member. So if you see one of my fics you'd want with another member you could just tell me. That way, if I get feedback on a fic that's similar to another, I could just apply it in my mind to both and I'd have reassurance that it's not just my writing that's making people not read or leave feedback.

I really want to know your thoughts on all of this, so please be sure to let me know. As for the joon fic that's also a jungkook fic, I'm adding both to my masterlist so long after this post is forgotten, I'll know it's not me and I shouldn't be so hard on myself and if you're another writer going through something similar, just know that it’s not you, your writing is not bad and you're not the problem. tumblr has been bad about creator feedback and reblogs even without all of this anyway.