#original ficition.

[roselyn-writing]

So, Long story short. The Akêndyiåns, a race from Valorena. They too live longer than humans, possibly thousands of years. Akêndyiåns are known to be bone eaters, skeleton eaters and such, They devour bones and calcium. And everytime they feed, they gets stronger, taller and more vicious. No one knows how Akêndyiåns came or existed but they do know they are as old as Virginians in Valorena.

Akêndyiåns also have the ability stretch their limbs, feet and hands. And they are extremely immune to fire, heat and sonic waves manipulation / sound manipulation.

Akêndyiåns can have alot of forms, it shows their hideous nature. Multiple bones comes out of them, behind their backs and some bones grow on their neck and chest. The most notable ability they have, is they can free their skeleton, controls it and even can walk without bones. Their lack of skeleton is beyond comprehension, but it is what it is. Another notable ability, is their bones cannot break at all. As if they are some unbreakable, as if they are some entity

There are two big families in Akenda, One is Osedax which is Raquelle’s family and there is Caligineus, which is the ruler family of Akenda.

The male and the female Skeletons are commodiously different, The male skeleton is larger and broader but the female skeleton is longer and flexible and slightly taller than the male.

Important Akêndyiåns:

1-King Akendos Caligineus. (their King and Ruler)

2- Queen Kenna Caligineus.

3- Princess Kiara Caligineus.

4- General Salvador Leũ. (Raquelle’s husband)

5- Raquelle Osedax.

6- Chandra

7- Sally Caecus.

8- Hank Caecus.

9- Ophelia Caecus.

10- James Caecus.

Other abilities / powers.

1-Bones manipulation.

2-Clacium manipulation.

3- Bones generation.

4- Limbs extension.

5- smoke generation / manipulation.

And that is all, I might add more to this post!

[demadogs]

i have ocs but im not a writer or an artist what the fuck do i do with these random guys that live in my head

[daughterofhecata]

Als ich acht war (ungefähr) habe ich gehört, wie Mr Claudius auf die Frage „Kann Hugenay denn ein Bild verkaufen, das Silver nicht verkaufen konnte?” mit leiser Bewunderung geantwortet hat „Hugenay kann. Der ist so raffiniert, dass er es kann.” and I haven't been the same since.

[perfectlullabies]

i created an oc so fucking amazing and so fucking COMPLEX that i'm amazed by my own genius.

[indecentpause]

White Rabbit: Chapter Four

cw: psychiatric hospital, psych medication, mental illness, hallucinations due to psychosis, bipolar disorder

We watch the news for a while. We eat breakfast in a little cafeteria-like room, but all of the food is pre-prepared and pre-served. They call out everyone’s name, one at a time, and each person takes their tray. I’m one of the last. There are no empty tables, so I sit kitty corner from a middle aged Black woman at a small rectangle table and don’t make eye contact. “Hi,” she says anyway. “I’m Millie,” she says. “Diana,” I murmur. I look up from my barely-thawed waffles. She’s smiling at me. I try to smile back, but I’m not sure I remember how. Her hair is braided and pulled back in a tight bun. “It’s okay,” Millie says. “I’ve been here a while. You get used to it. It gets less scary,” she says. “And don’t worry about May.” “Who?” I ask. “May. The woman who called you a bitch? Just ignore her. She does that to everyone. She’ll do it again. Just don’t respond.” “I wasn’t planning on it,” I say. “But thank you for the advice,” I add. “Are you in the single room?” Millie asks. I nod, but I don’t elaborate. “One of my roommates is leaving tomorrow. Maybe they’ll move you over with me.” “Maybe,” I say, but I can’t bring myself to fake enthusiasm.

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[vernonketchup]

👻🌲Spirits of the forest 🌲👻

Biggie the big foot came across a light orb that shined so bright it filled his soul with joy.

Little did Biggie know there were some ugly energies lurking near by.

[nonaonann]

I should start making incorrect quote posts about my ocs. They deserve some love.

[luciferschoice-art]

-Artwork from 2020- My OC Lilith, slaying a heavenly lion guard all by herself. I imaging her slaying him because he was in the way of her freedom to leave the heavens, because she doesn't want to serve as an obidient wife for Adam. Of course this is more of a "romantacized" artwork I did of the scene.

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[lianahayze]

Shadow and the Midnight Misery: Chapter 10

Hi all, welcome to chapter 10--we're in the double-digits now! It's been a minute since chapter 9, so feel free to check it out here, and, if you're new to these parts, you can find the masterlist here. Content under the cut; enjoy!

Chapter 10: Time with Dean

"Wow, it's a miracle; you'll actually alive!" Dean wraps his arms around me as I let him in. Instead of us going out to dinner (and potentially being seen and harassed), I’d instead just invited him over and ordered sushi. It seemed a bit easier than making myself presentable enough to be seen in public. Going to the Garver Institute is one thing, but I need to be careful when I actually go anywhere. I might be photographed, and I do not feel like dealing with the paparazzi right now.

Dean kicks off his shoes. "So, what's good?" He walks into the kitchen. I trail behind him slightly, trying to figure out what to say.

"I had an interview recently. You were brought up."

He rolls his eyes. "Again? Dude, people keep asking me about you, too. Hope it didn't derail the whole thing?"

Leaning against the counter, I shake my head. "Nah, it was fine. Just the usual stuff."

Noticing all the food, he says, "Whoa. You ordered enough for a small army." He starts unpacking everything.

One of the things I really admire about Dean is how chill he is. Despite the fact that I’ve been ignoring him for the past two weeks, here he is, completely unfazed.

"How's the band?"

Hmm. How do I put this? "We're going through a small disagreement right now."

His eyebrows shoot up as he looks at me. "Uh-oh. Doesn't sound good."

"It's... not." I squirm. I really, really don't want to tell him everything. There are some things I can share, but without telling him everything, he probably won’t understand most of it. He’d ask a bunch of questions, and the thought of dealing with that makes me sick to my stomach.

"Let's grab a few beers and you can tell me all about it."

I opt out of the beer. I start taking the food into the living room, leaving him to choose his drink. When he finally joins me on the couch, he asks,

"Not drinking tonight?"

Though I knew that it was going to come up eventually, I'm still not prepared to answer it. "Maybe later," I say. It's the best I can do.

After snapping his chopsticks and rubbing them together, he reaches for one of the trays. "Oooh, sashimi. Nice." He opens it. He lifts up one of the pieces of salmon, saying, "What are you waiting on?" He sticks the salmon in his mouth.

"I'm just not super hungry right now."

"Then why'd you order so much food?"

I roll my eyes. Fine. I grab the tray closest to me and dig in.

"So.” He swallows. “What's going on? Why'd you disappear off the face of the planet for so long?"

Not looking at him, I apologize. “Sorry.”

"It's fine. I thought you were just mad at me or something. The last time we really spoke you were late for band practice. They weren't too pissed off by the way, were they?"

"They took it as they always do." And then some. I sigh. "How's Lynn?"

"She's fine. You know the studio she works with? She's actually thinking of going her out on her own, having like monthly subscribers. More work, but higher profits for her."

I nod but say nothing. He asks,

“So what's up with you and the band?"

"They want to get rid of me."

He stops eating, shock appearing his face. "No shit? Dude, what they hell? Are they crazy?"

"They're tired of me being me, I guess."

"But there's nothing wrong with you.” He leans back. “What's that supposed to mean, anyway? What are they trying to accomplish?"

"I dunno. Might be at the parting of the ways."

"There's no way," he insists, shaking his head. "That would be career suicide if they did that."

"That's what I thought! But apparently they're considering it."

“Wait, so they want to disband entirely? Or do they just want to replace you?” I shrug. When they'd brought it up, they hadn't mentioned a replacement--and I hadn't asked. "You're like ninety percent of the band, though. I mean, I know they contribute and everything, but The Midnight Misery without Shadow?" He shakes his head. "Just doesn't make sense." He sighs. "Did you tell your dad?"

"He knows.”

"What's he think?"

I exhale. “He didn't say that it was a bad idea."

"Seriously?"

"He didn't say it was a good idea or that he supports it or anything, but when he found out, he wasn’t outraged or surprised." I lean back. "He just stood there.”

"Incredible.” Dean shakes his head. “What are you going to do?"

"I dunno."

"Honestly, Shadow, if you really wanted to, you could leave them and become a solo artist. You'd have enough demand. We've always talked about you collaborating with She Dreams in Color; now might be the time."

"I'll think about it," I tell him. "But it's just dumb. They want me to be different. So what if I’ve been late to a couple of rehearsals? I always show up, and that’s what matters. Plus, I’m always early for shows and interviews or important meetings. Whenever I'm late for rehearsal, they always act like I’m committing a crime."

"It's your band; you should be able to do what you want. What would happen if you started calling the shots? What would happen if you kicked one of them out? Doesn't matter which, but just to show that they're not in charge of you."

I seriously consider it for a split second. But, realizing that it wouldn't do anyone any good, I shake my head. "No, that's not what I want to do. It would just cause more problems." Despite everything that’s going on right now, I do care about the guys, and I don't want to make their lives a living hell.

Unless they continue to piss me off, that is.

"Oh. Go to the label then. They'll make them stop."

He's right. I could easily go to one of the execs or someone on the board and force them to make the situation go away. But I would rather solve band issues with my band, not bring in someone else. Besides, if they actually did go to the label like they said they did, the label would probably take their side--not mine.

"I don't think it would help."

He takes a sip of his beer. "So, what are you going to do?"

It's the million-dollar question. What am I going to do? I don't want to tell Dean that I've been in therapy; I would have to explain why. I'm not ready for all of the questions he'd ask.

"I don't know," I whisper.

"Well, you need to do something to set them straight. Otherwise, they'll think that they can keep walking all over you."

"I don't think they think they're walking all over me..."

"No? Sure sounds like it."

I don't know why, but I feel the need to defend them. Sure, Dean doesn't know the full story, but they’re not taking advantage of me. Are they being dicks and blowing everything out of proportion? In my opinion, yes, but they're not walking all over me.

"It's absolute bullshit that they're trying to replace you over something so small. How does that even make sense? There has to be something else." He pauses. Finishing the tray in his hands, he puts it back on the table and grabs another. "Do you think there's something they're not telling you?"

More like there’s something I'm not telling him. Still, I shake my head, saying, "Nope. Can't think of anything."

"Then you definitely need to figure out what you're going to do. If they haven't said anything and you haven't done anything, there's no reason for them to act this way."

As he continues eating, I sit there quietly. Somehow, this conversation has made me feel worse instead of better. I knew that Dean would take my side no matter what; he knows the guys and likes them, but he knows me and likes me the best. Right now, I should be feeling validated, but instead I feel... Guilty?

But what do I have to feel guilty about? I’m being honest with him and have told him what he needs to know. I left a few things out, sure, but it's not like I've been bad-mouthing my band or anything. So why on earth do I feel so guilty?

Without notice, I drop my chopsticks on the table and stand. As I walk out of the room, Dean calls,

"Where ya going?"

"Uh. I'm just going to get a drink."

He looks back at me. My stomach drops. I don't know why, but I expect him to chastise me, to tell me no. Instead, he nods and says,

"Wanna bring me another one?"

I exhale. "Sure." With that, I turn and leave the room.

What harm is one little beer going to do, anyway?

-

See you in a few days for chapter 11. In the meantime, let me know what you think of the series. Talk to you soon!

-L.H.

[baggebythesea]

*laughs* You finally published the coffee story! I love this one. Read it to the end, it's worth it.

Writing prompt:

"Once I tried to save you. Now, I'd rather watch you burn.

We have this really old and really bad coffee machine at work. Now, that's not really unique for any company. A friend of mine works as a consultant, meaning that she spends an unhealthy amount of time in other offices than her own. She grades her coffee on a  20 grade scale, because she claims that you need to be that precise and that a 1 on a 1 to five scale isn’t low enough to describe some of the atrocities she has tasted.

Now, this story isn’t about her, really, but it is a fun anecdote and always an icebreaker at lunch tables. So many people have opinions about coffee, I once spent an hour discussing…

Okay, this isn’t about that either. It's about him.

Him in the meaning him. Him, in Sloane who works three cubicles down from me. I may walk a bit slower as I pass him on my way to the printer. Or the bathroom. And I may find way to many reasons to talk to Kae the manager about work place issues. Because HE sits just a few yards from her office. Perhaps he will hear me and think that I sound intelligent and that I care about our work place. And maaaybe I have been choosing the vegetarian alternative just a bit more often lately because he usually goes with that. Okay okay, I have a severe crush on my coworker. Sue me.

And he is 3… maybe he's a bit younger than me… But he is so damn cute. And he has that kind of smile that means "I haven’t given up on the world yet." And he has pun mugs, one with the text "espresso yourself" and another with "Love you a latte". And I have seen him at the gym wearing a my little pony t-shirt without shame. 

Few men can wear that tee and make it work. I bet that Richard Ayoade could do it.

He has begun to grow a five o clock shade, He looks a bit like Richard Ayoade but without glasses.

AND he's single. (Yes, I have tried poly. I'm all for it, but it wasn't my thing. Sorry Kae.)

As you may have understood I haven't exactly gotten around to talk to him, we only share workspace. 

But I have a plan. You know what the call me? Stan the coffee man.

My name isn't really stan, but it's close enough and I can accept that nick cause it rhymes and it's pretty fun.

And they don't call me that because I'm the one the force to bring everyone coffee, don't worry, it's not that kind of story. It's like this, I have my workplace close to the coffee machines. Yes, there is more than one.

And I am the master of them all.

The one on the left is the new one. It can produce 10 different varieties of coffee, all of them without any resemblance to the name that stands on the button. But the correct number of espressos with a touch of hot water is close to real coffee.

The one on the right has only three options.

Large coffee, small coffee and hot water.

The hot water is the product that is the best, however, that coffee is a 7 on the Catrina scale so it kinda works. With lots of milk. lots.

Then there's the one in the middle. The scrooge of coffee machines. What that one produces is nothing like coffee. It's hot and it's burnt and its dark, and if you call that coffee I call you a racist. 

And that's not all the bullshit it brings you. The tray where you put your cup is loose and if you don't place the cup in the exact position, you end up with everything on your pants, and that is if you're lucky.

Who do you think knows when to remove your cup before the small coffee accidentally becomes a large one?

Who has the knowledge how many espressos you mix to get one good cup?

 Who knows exactly where that position is on Scrooge?

You guessed it, Stan the coffee man.

I have made it my task to help newcomers. And boy, do they need it… I take their hand and lead them through our coffee breaks, making sure they don't die and stay focused. I teach them how and when to press or which signs to look for before the hot water tap turns your mug into a geysir. To name only two of my special skills. I take great pride in my work and I am good at it, if I may say so. But, with great power comes great responsibility. I  neve refused to help anyone. Not even Boss Angie's wife who is an absolute brat and not worthy of our boss's love, even to her, I lend my expertise. 

Except for one. I refuse to help Sloane. I sit in silence as he puts his punny mug on lefty, pushes one Button to few and make a face as he drinks it. I bite my lip as I watch him go to righty and removes the cup to late, I have to hold back my emotions every time I see his face scrunch up but I must not give in. Why, you ask? A bitter reminded that I can’t have nice things? A silent reprimand to him not reciprocating my feelings? Oh, far from it. I am waiting, you see.

He is smart. And intelligent. And sooo good looking and.

Ehrm.

Point is, he kinda knows lefty. And has a bit of knowledge about righty. So he gets his coffee there. 

But.

One day he will have to try scrooge. One day lefty will be self-cleaning, at the same time as Janitor refills right. And I know what will happen. The tray will fall althouhj he will catch his cup before it breaks against the floor because that's the guy he is. Or maybe he has the right touch, and he will manage to push "coffee", but then he will put his cup to his lips and go "What the hell IS THIS?" Just like everyone else. 

And then I will be there. I will be Swift. I will be helpful. I will be extremely untoxic and absolutely not mansplaining, I will be my best self. I will be "Yeah, scrooge here needs a bit of special handling. And even then, he can’t really produce good coffee. None of these machines can. But if you like coffee, I know this little place just around the corner? I can show you? Perhaps at lunch?"

It's a long shot. But if the stars are aligned right… Stan the coffee man will get all the right Buttons pressed.

And it will be just the right taste and very hot. A 18 on the catrina scale, minor

[just-b-wilde]

New fan ficition: No Way in Hell

Summary:

After the death of The Handler, Lila tries to start anew but soon finds herself in chaos again when she encounters the Hargreeves family again. Her decision to collaborate with Five pulls her back into the dangerous world she tried to escape. Five, confused about what to do with his life as he returns to his timeline without the threat of another apocalypse, decides to go to the Commission. He wants to obtain what was promised to him while seeking revenge for the wrongs inflicted by the Commission. As tension builds between him and Lila, things take an unexpected turn, leaving them both on thin ice between the desire for freedom and unresolved emotions.

Important notes:

The story follows most of the events from the first and second seasons of the series, while later seasons are not applicable to this narrative.

Main Differences from Canon:

Five is older in the story than in the series and is younger due to different circumstances (this will be explored further in the plot); at the beginning of the story, he is physically 17 years old. Lila's age remains the same, and in the story, she is 29 years old. There will also be different events regarding his recruitment into the Commission.

Lila and Diego did not have a relationship, nor did they sleep together. Lila is not pregnant in the story. However, Diego's interest in her is valid.

There is no threat of another apocalypse in the story, and the Hargreeves family has returned to their original timeline unchanged. There are also no characters from the Sparrow Academy. Each family member returns to their original complicated and chaotic lives.

This story will have a darker tone; I am not sure how focused it will be on explicit content, but you can definitely expect to encounter Five's obsessive and manipulative behavior. 😈

[v-mum-writes]

So,

I'm currently working on the SlaveTale re-write currently called in my files as "Shifting Ocean" and im trying to put more backing behind the main character's history as an Aggressive Protestor, which i touched on very lightly in the original ST story (and i mean VERY lightly, i never really went into it because I didn't think the mc there would ever really want to bring those days back up considering they were a protestor for Monster Rights and the whole thing failed... spectacularly)

Anyway, my point is: im fleshing out that a bit more in th re-write's characterization, and in addition to their past involvement with monster rights and monster laws protests in the *past* I want to have a like, secondary protest-like conflict in the story. just an additional conflict for the MC to have to like, demonstrate some key themes...

My problem is I want to avoid "Dating" the story- so avoiding real conflicts, like real-world war protest efforts such as Ukraine or Palestine; especially since fiction and fan fiction are usually escapism methods and bringing that kind of intense stuff into a story that is demonstrably about a fictional peoples (monsters) treatment and lack of rights seems disingenuous, potentially stressful, maybe even disrespectful to those in the actual crisis involved...

Now all that said, im considering inventing some sort of ficitional issue that would insight violent protesting and agressive action the way issues like that cause. I have two concerns.

The first is whether that is more disrespectful (to ignore real-world conflicts and instead invent fictional conflicts for the sake of comfort for the readers and, yeah, probably for me the writer too. as it would probably be more comfortable for me to write a fictional conflict as I wouldnt have to worry about making a potentially critical mistake on such an important topic)

The second is that im just looking for ideas on that particular invention. Again, my point is to not Date the story with a real world issue, and to avoid painful parallels to such modern day problems for people who are likely looking for escapism from said concepts. So if someone has a suggestion- for inventing the conflict, or maybe an existing historic conflict that doesnt bear a lot of weight in the modern atmosphere that could be paralleled? (I have briefly considered modeling a conflict around the Vietnam war, or maybe researching how other conflicts went?)

Anyway, depending on the timeline of the conflict i use / invent, interesting concepts for those who might be waiting for the Shifting Ocean to start posting: Main Character maybe takes the skelebros to a fucking Peace Rally. that'd be a fun chapter.

[angelici-scriptis]

Incarnate Angels

Disclaimer: I'm constantly in the process of learning. Some stuff is my personal views. I may also get things wrong or misinterpreted. Let me know if I fuck up. Proceed with caution, thanks.

What are Incarnate Angels?

Incarnate angel is a descriptive phrase for souls that are angel in origin living in a human body from birth.

What are angelkin?

Angelkin is a sub-category of otherkin. It is used to describe people who identify as an angel. It encompasses a wider variety of experiences that aren't necessarily spiritual based (psychological, ficitional, etc.).

Do you have to be a part of a particular religion to be an angel/interact with them?

Nope. You can do whatever you want, believe whatever you want, worship whomever you want, such is the glory of free will. You may feel more predisposed towards a religion, world-view, or lack thereof which can be influenced your soul, but honestly follow your heart.

Angels also generally don't care what background you come from, just be aware of religious appropriation when it comes to angel-related information online.

Do angels incarnate because they are Fallen (cast out)?

No, but Fallen angels can incarnate too, so sometimes.

Why do angels incarnate?

Variety of reasons. It can be summed up to about three VERY GENERAL reasons as far as I'm aware, and each one can be a lot more detailed than the following very general descriptions. Possible reasons are: 1) To help, 2) To live, and 3) To learn. For example, I'm mainly here to just experience what it is to be human.

How do you discover if you're an incarnate angel?

The specifics defer from person to person. Some learn/remember very quickly, many others spend years going back and forth. Generally, a lot of introspection is required because ultimately it's you and only you that can say who you are.

There is no requirement/expectation for what an incarnate angel looks like, behaves like, thinks like, etc. either.

It's best to approach it the same as other questioning otherkin. Otherkin.net and BeyondHumanity have a good FAQ/how-to.

Technically, you can search up stuff online specifically about incarnate angels, but I am very serious when I say the New Age movement (which is where you'll find 99.999% of this information) is heavily drenched in white supremacy. Remember Garfield, you are not immune to propaganda.

I highly recommend creature-wizard's blog for information about the New Age movement.

[redacted-scp-antics]

I've seen a few "oc tag game" ...games. Where you answer questions about your oc. And I've decided to do my own version of the game, just for fun.

@cloudofbutterflies92 :3

-Name (born with it or did they choose it for themselves):

Nickname:

-Fandom they originated from:

-Age (physical and real age [for immortals, etc.]):

-Gender:

-Pronouns:

-sexuality:

-Current Occupation:

-Dream Occupation:

-Aligment(chaotic good/neutral good etc.):

-Strongest emotions:

-Favorite family member(who do they have/had the best relationship with):

-Love language:

-Favorite weather:

-Least favorite weather:

-Songs that describe them(name up to five or less):

-Favorite songs they have:

-Beach/City/Village/Forest/Mountain, where would they rather life?:

-A color that calms them down:

-Where did they meet their best friend?:

-Possible traitor or loyal to the end?:

-Would they die for someone?:

-biggest reasons to life(name up to five or less):

-Have they ever been to a concert?(Name the band or singer):

-Would they rather be able to breathe underwater or fly?:

-Pick a plant that describes them:

-Do they have any mental/physical condition?:

-Crossover you vibe with the most:

-If they could choose any ficitional universe to spend a year in, which one would they choose?:

-Fictional characters they would be friends with(name as many as you want):

-Most and least liked taste:

-Most liked time of the day:

-Would they rather have a dinosaur or alien as a companion?:

-Element that matches them:

-how do they fight?:

-describe them with a quote:

-favorite group of animals:

-If they could have any mythological creature as a companion, what would they choose?:

-Name a goddess/god they would team up with:

-biggest regret:

-What gave them back hope after hardships?:

-Name a thing that they should NOT have survived, but did so anyway:

-Freeze/flop/fawn/fight/flight what are they most likely to do?:

-biggest accomplishment:

-What or who do they fear the most?:

[unaussprechlich-story]

Unaussprechlich: A Lovecraftian Horror Fairy Tale

Hello friends and welcome to the Unaussprechlich story blog.

Unaussprechlich is a story which combines my love for fairy tales, Lovecraftian horror, medieval history and a bunch of Rammstein references.

WARNING- this story is going to get fucked up. I'm leaning heavy into the Lovecraftian and into the grim grisly versions of fairy tales.

This story began its life as an a/b/o fanfic, but I decided that the canon world was too limiting and so I converted it into an original story where it quickly grew into something beyond my control.

As the story gets rolling I hope to add character pages, art, and a table of contents. Also, this story is being written in real time, so you guys are getting the raw and uncut unedited version. Once the story is complete I will edit it as a whole and re-release it as a sort of director's cut.

I just hope you guys enjoy this weird, fucked up little tale as much I am enjoying writing it!

I have linked my main blog, @fleacollar999, as well as the blog where I repost fan/ficition of all sorts, though I haven't posted anything of my own there yet-- @fnckit-fiction.

I'd also like to tag some inspirations of mine here on tumblr, @blueeyesatnight, who is just an incredibly talented writer and I cannot wait for her to get published! She's also super nice :) And also @dashofmonsters who writes the most amazing monster-boyfriend stories and has like whole universes of connected stories. I am constantly amazed by her and it was her stories that gave me the confidence to post my own weird werewolf romance. Thank you to Blue and Dash for being lovely people!

I love you all!

--Flea/Jess

[caelumsnuff]

This is just a little post for pinning that i can slap all of my super based opinions and my super awesome fanfics on, as well as links for navigation of my blog

Anons, Asks, Original posts, Hate mail, My fanfics, My Fanart and Reblogs

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This blog will contain dark fiction, including but not limited to: violence, abuse, manipulation, cannibalism, snuff, dubcon, monsterfucking, blood play, incest, etc, etc.

Opinions and fics below the cut

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Redacted ASMR, D(a)emons and The Racism Allegory and why i think it's important to talk about here

Post with general critiques of Erik's content here

This fandom's obessesion with moralizing liking villians/antagonists over the "good guys" here

Some opinions about Geordi and Cutie here, here, here, here, and here

Everyone walks on eggshells in this fandom, with a side of Cutie/Geordi here, more here (but without Geordi and Cutie)

Why people react differently to listener vs speaker characters here

How i would retconn Inversion here :3 (click this one its so good)

Ideal Quinn arc thoughts here

Thoughts on that one Imperium BA and why i thought the drama surrounding it was atrocious here, here, and here

More general critique

Gavin and Vincent's current lack of narrative purpose here

Morality policing and purity culture in fandom spaces rant here

I hope the channel ends with everything being for naught

How i feel about Sam and Darling here and here

Quinn arc opinions here and here

More about the Quinn arc but with a side of how i think the Quinn arc would go if it was good here

My stance on the whole ficition/reality thing here

Alexis.

My Redacted experience

Race in this fandom here, here and other places ill link when i post them X

Other ASMRists i enjoy!

Links to fics i have posted about here:

A Grotesque Perversion: Part one of an ongoing Caelum Corruption Arc series, Rated E for violence

In The Aftermath: Part two of the Caelum Corruption Arc, Rated M for discussions of PTSD, intrusive thoughts and other mental health issues

Abasing Attraction: Imperium!Asher/Imperium!Vincent hate fuck fic, Rated E for aforementioned fucking

Quinn’s Favorite Toy: Quinn/Random thrall feeding and fucking fic, Rated E for the rough sex, dubcon elements via trancing, mentions of wanting to snuff. Pussy version and cock version for the thrall

Of Blood and Teeth: Quinn arc fix-it fic. Rated E for graphic depictions of violence

First Time (in Glass Boxes): Caelum sexual awakening fic via voyering Asher/David. Rated E for sex, Underage warning for highschool Asher/David, chronologically very young Caelum

My AO3, for fics i haven't posted about here (i have finally decided to lock all my fics for archive users only)