#this has been a post midnight psa

[bl00dysavior]

The other KorTac members deserve more love tbh

[ritavonbees]

saw a very weird post urging people to Reblog Everything so as to fight the potential algorithmification of Tumblr and I'm like

have you literally never unfollowed someone because they post so much it drowns out everything else on your dash? what are you talking about?

and so that this isn't just a subtumbl allow me to suggest a more effective way to increase reblogs on here:

Hey Tumblr newbies

did you know

you can make multiple blogs under the same account on here!

it's really easy!

you still just have the one dash for reading

and one login obviously

you can pick which of your blogs any given post or reblog goes to!

there's a little dropdown in the notifications tab to switch between the notifications on each blog

you can link your various side blogs in your bio if you want or leave them out, up to you!

so if you have a couple Special Interests that you don't want to flood the uninterested with (thank you for that)

you do not have to restrain yourself!

you can literally create as many themed side blogs as you want

just reblog all spider content to your arachnid sideblog and all Star Wars content to your Star Wars sideblog!

and obviously if all you want to do is give OP a thumbs up you can still just like the post, you don't have to reblog everything

bonus: a sideblog is much easier to go to when you're looking for a specific thing you remember reblogging one time than a tag or search in your main blog. that shit clunky

this has been a spontaneous midnight PSA you're welcome etc

[quirkyfries]

My concept of Dandy rebranding Gardenview to a new glory after the neglect of handlers, going back to their roots, and creating a toon with the use of research capsules.

[Mixed with your own theory of them, Dandy has a seemingly noble goal, they are just a bit evil and cause torment to the twisted and toons about it for their own satisfaction. The entitlement and audacity of a petal thinking they deserve to keep all the tapes of their history/training/making toons safety/learning videos/mlp/PSAs... you know the usual tapes you'd want to keep.] Now your theory was added, making Dandy seem more complex and interesting. Still mostly evil, BUT WHAT IF I MADE IT WORSE!!!

{A bit inspired by Sun and Moon Show <333}

... He was unable to figure out how to make an original toon, so tragic fan-child it is! Midnight Tragedy's Child (Astro x Dazzle) are they actually dating, or not. Who knows! They might not be, and that just makes it more funner(not in shipping, in the psychological torment sense <3 )

Dandy would totally family vlog, and Truman show the entire facility!!! They will compete at one point for the kid to do what challenges, and its Dandy vlogs vs Glistens lol.

I am planning on hopefully finishing chapter 1 today <3 wish I had written dopamine. I need it for my adding brain :D

Fun fact, the ideal design for the fan-child to have two-star shape'd eyes on the right of their face, was because the hands that Tron Astro uses are in his head, under his hat probably but in his brain basically.

So at will fan-child can move their eyes around to see into people's dreams or memories or to see if they are lying, who knows, dazzle hates it when Razzles acts.

what are your thoughts on it, I can't wait to figure out Glistens relationships with rnd, vee, and Astro specifically hehe. There are rnd headcanons that they look up to glisten, and glisten get along with vee. (karaoke, or has funner lines in trivia for the viewer to keep watching than winning all the prizes)

I love canon compliments, but I adore alterations if headcanons are not canon compliments. <3

oh yeah, and some doodles I did on a whiteboard. here are some of the concept chapters:

I'm too shy to show the last doodle with Astro and Rnd meeting up with Dandy, to figure out what their 'vacation' truly meant when they see the new toon on the bench(theirs another doodle of that on paper) I'm having so much fun with writing this, and I'm almost wondering how Dandy might become a manager. Can they ever get IDs?

:P

... Since they got research from the twisted themselves... whose child is it really [Family drama]

Hope you like my chaotic concept, i have no ideas for the other characters, but I just gave Poppy an HC that they are not allowed to drink pop because of a commercial aftermath incident :D

Astro giving others nightmares by accident will always be funny <3

Have a wonderful day! I didn't have this beta read, so my words may not make sense hehe

OOOO Thank you so much for sharing this with me!!

Between Dandy mixing Astro + RND’s (research? ichor? Toon dna) to make a toon from scratch, said child’s ability and the surrounding drama in the form of family vlog and Truman show’d facility, I’d say you’re in for a pretty solid story!

I’m really curious about Glisten’s relationships with other toons, I haven’t been able to look at the new update yet lol. I know that fella has all the deets.

Midnight tragedy is super cute, I love their design! I wonder, since it’s ambiguous who their parents actually are, if they’d chosen a parent figure? Unless Dandy filled that role by default, or maybe it was a “it takes a village to raise a child” situation? Or did they spawn fully grown and only needed some guidance to mature emotionally.. don’t let my questions point to spoilers for your fic, I’m just wondering aloud!

10/10 concepts and art, I will be watching for that fic when it’s posted! You have a nice day too :D!

[fitzrove]

Writer Asks

Tagged by @yallemagne (thank you<3) ages and ages ago... Inspired to answer because I just published a fic and feel good about it hjejejfjj

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Undisclosed amount xD I've put a bunch on anon, especially from fandoms I'm not active in anymore (lbr, mostly Endeavour). Publically, it's 26 rn.

2. What's your total ao3 word count?

212040!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Elisabeth, hopefully in the future Tanz der Vampire (I've been thinking about it for like five years), in the past Endeavour (TV).

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

They're all Endeavour because those are older and in a (slightly) bigger fandom... Unfortunately I think they're not the best ones I've written, a lot of them were when I was 18 (no offense to 18 year olds) and had just started writing fanfic ajajjjd. Which is why the top 5 are on anon except for one LOL. I really do think kudos doesn't tend to accumulate "correctly" xD People like familiar tropes and time of posting also affects it, there are many fics of mine I consider "underrated"

My top five kudosed Elisabeth fics are: black as the earth (shortened title), Flights of Angels (todolf longfic), Dominion, Midnight Man & Starwalk. tbh deserved...

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes, I try to respond to every single one of them so people will hopefully comment in the future too, especially if they're kind, funny or thought-provoking!!! However, I delete them if I don't like them or they're weird, boundary-crossing or TMI ahdjfjjf (has happened a handful of times - the joys of writing explicit stuff lol. PSA: do not tell fic authors about your sexual activities in the comments, i do not consent...)

6. What's the fic you wrote that has the angstiest ending?

I often do bittersweet, or "sweet but also has Implications" >:] Oh and I guess there's a lot of them where Rudolf dies at the end... I think the actual angstiest might be No Forevers (Endeavour fic) even though nobody dies in that one. Though I ruined it by writing a sequel to it, after the showrunner wrote one of the characters back into the show after like 10 years xD In my defense, this wasn't my idea!!!

7. What's the fic you wrote that has the happiest ending?

Beams of Morning (Endeavour). I retconned one of my own DIY bittersweet endings whoops... 🤣🤣😭 It's sappy, even, but maybe that's allowed. For elisabeth it's Flights of Angels because the happiest happy endings are ones that feel deserved.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No - I've gotten hate for my headcanons/meta and my video essays though (never to my face ;D) which can be fic adjacent. I guess it's because there's a better tagging system with fic, like, people won't be exposed to stuff they don't want to see as readily as with tumblr and youtube etc. And people also know how to leave other ppl alone!! Ajdjjfjf

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes. The unpleasantly sexy kind 👀

10. Do you write crossovers?

Noooo, I don't really read them either. The kinds of crossovers I like are the ones that are crossovers "in name only"; ie. setting or tropes lifted from one work, characters/cast from another. Wildly incongruent characters showing up in each other's universes and interacting etc doesn't fit into my suspension of disbelief most of the time 😭

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Luckily no!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but I once helped someone translate theirs into English, which was cool. Oh, and recently I've been asked for permission to translate at least one of my fics - I hope it happens because it's always an honor!! >:]

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I've collaborated on series, but I haven't co-written stuff on a deeper level. I think I'm too much of a control freak to get into it ajsdjjf, I can do stuff inspired by other people and am happy if my stuff inspires other people, but if I need to agree on plot/characterisation with someone consistently I don't think it'd work out, since no two people have identical takes and preferences with stories and characters.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

For around 2.5 years it's been todolf, it captures a lot of stuff I've liked in fiction for a longer time already >:D I can't really say whether it will be the Ship of a Lifetime for me... I mean it did make me move countries (as one reason of a few) but if someone asked me in the summer of 2016 I would've probably said [checks ao3 reading history] um. h*milton x j*fferson... so like. IT CHANGES A LOT OK ajajsjdj

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but don't think you ever will?

I don't want to doom any of my current wips to the graveyard!!!!!! I am having worries about the fate of my todolf swan lake modern ballet au fic though. The original draft outline is complete but it doesn't really fit my character interpretations for tod or rudolf anymore, it's from january 2022... Idk maybe I can one day rework it somehow with different characterisations ajsjdjf but yeah mostly it's interesting concepts haphazardly tied together but no coherent plot

16. What are your writing strengths?

Imagination/coming up with ideas, metaphors, descriptions (usually), grammar and syntax, writing crown prince rudolf really well (XDD), rhythm/pacing (usually), the way it Sounds (my brain sometimes fixates on phonetics randomly because after all, English is not my first language, and sometimes there'll be like, a really pleasing/satisfying combination of sounds in smth I think to write and I think I'm good at picking up on that, like how it flows and sounds. Idk if those preferences are universal though or if it's just me writing what I think sounds pleasing)

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Writing varied characters, writing varied speech patterns/"character voice" also in narration, vocabulary.... I am but a humble English as a second technically third language speaker,,,, (i'm doing an english language grad school degree rn lol so i think i'm no worse than natives, not humble abt this actually, but i'm on the level of like. a not so well-read native speaker. Because most actual fiction literature I've read in my life has been in Finnish, in English I've just read academic literature, fanfic and like 10 books max! I need to read more and become a better writer ahhdhhdhf)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

No... Dialogue is a big no from me, it often feels cringe ngl ajsjdjdj. My personal philosophy is "if you need a translator's note for people to understand what's going on, don't put it in" 😅 A lot of the time different languages are also used in fic in nonsensical ways where it will look ok to a lot of people but bother the hell out of native speakers/ppl who speak the language. This is smth that can technically be done well but it's usually not aksldlldd. I think pet names and individual words can be fine but it needs to be done in moderation... I also obsess a lot over research, like, the nuances of the word need to actually mean what the author thinks it means :'D

19. First fandom you wrote for?

First published for Endeavour, first wrote for H*rry P*tter... (never-to-be-published fan comics and little stories as a young kid, like 8 years old).

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Right now it's vers l'onde souterraine... ;) I think I'm constantly improving as a writer and hopefully every fic will be better than the last!!

[bizarrequazar]

GJ and ZZH Updates — December 4-10

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This is part of a weekly series collecting updates from and relating to Gong Jun and Zhang Zhehan.

This post is not wholly comprehensive and is intended as an overview, links provided lead to further details. Dates are in accordance with China Standard Time, the organization is chronological. My own biases on some things are reflected here. Anything I include that is not concretely known is indicated as such, and you’re welcome to do your own research and draw your own conclusions as you see fit. Please let me know if you have any questions, comments, concerns, or additions. :)

[Glossary of names and terms] [Masterlist of my posts about the situation with Zhang Zhehan]

12-04 → Umbrella (Sophie’s husband) posted an essay saying he will be quiet for a while.

12-05 → Peng Lihu’s account was muted for 180 days for violation of relevant laws and regulations.

→ HBW (big Zhang Zhehan anti)’s main Weibo account was deactivated by Weibo. He is still active on side account(s) where he blamed CPFs for reporting him.

12-06 → Official day of mourning for Jiang Zemin.

→ Animals Asia made a tweet (with art by @brilcrist) celebrating the completion of Sheena’s charity drive.

→ A paid account on Weibo posted a photo of a man taken during state funeral saying that “it might be Zhang” but that he wasn’t sure (obviously to avoid liability himself), later deleting the photo and saying he was mistaken. Zhang Sanjian supporters subsequently spread the photo claiming that it was Zhang Zhehan. In case it needs to be stated, drawing attention to oneself during a political day of mourning is a huge taboo; there’s a reason celebrities and even social media and entertainment sites were completely quiet during this period. 

12-07 → The Chinese police’s official Weibo posted a PSA spoken by Gong Jun warning people about falling for gambling scams during the World Cup. [text translation] Whalers messaged them claiming Gong Jun is a criminal, ships m/m CPs, etc., to which the police responded by pinning the video to the top of their profile.

→ The brand posted a notice that their event that was supposed to happen on 11-23—the one that people had to pay 20k RMB and give their personal information to be eligible for—had been postponed because of COVID restrictions without a definite new date, and winners would be sent a gift as compensation. (Restrictions have actually loosened because of the protests.) 

→ The Instagram posted a video of “Zhang Zhehan” playing guitar.

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted his schedule for December: No public schedule at this time. Caption: “The end of the year is approaching, and the winter is getting colder. Boss @ Gong Jun Simon’s December itinerary has been delivered, everyone remember to wear a thick coat ⛄️” BGM is Hero performed by Joey Misquita. Marketing accounts subsequently reported that Gong Jun will not be having any live events this month, to which the chief editor of GQ magazine replied “?????” and “There will be more extraordinary red carpet moments,” so it’s probably safe to say he will be making an appearance during their event later this month.

12-08 → MUJOSH posted a video with the text “Hey  It's me M1129 Gong Jun  We haven't met in a long time  After the deep sea, the dangerous adventure still continues...”, teasing a new ad campaign that would release at midnight on 12-09. Caption: “After the rainforest mirroring, we finally regained contact with M1129.  It turned out that his adventures in the new wood world never stopped... 😎”

→ Fresh posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

→ MUJOSH posted a teaser image. (1129 kadian) Caption: “Long time no see, M1129, how is it going?  The signal is intermittent, and the video function is still being repaired...  Don't worry! Let’s have a little surprise first, the countdown is 1 day~ Rub your hands together and look forward to it”

→ Hsu Fu Chi posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

→ Fresh posted a promotional video spoken by Gong Jun.

→ Honor posted a shorter cut of their previous commercial featuring Gong Jun.

12-09 → MUJOSH posted a photo ad announcing their new ad campaign with Gong Jun. Caption: “The new chapter ‘THE(RE)SET Magic Night New Way’ opens and the video is fully restored, M1129, we finally meet again!  Ladies and gentlemen, it's been a long time! Isn’t @ Gong Jun Simon so handsome? Hint 😎: No sleep tonight... 😎”

Four minutes later, they posted five photo ads featuring Gong Jun. Another four minutes later, this was followed by an additional three photo ads. 

→ Colgate posted a promotional video spoken by Gong Jun. They later also posted a photo ad.

→ A Japanese newspaper included an advertisement for The Blooms of Ruyi Pavilion which will be airing there soon, with large text on the side advertising that it features “the big hit Word of Honor’s Zhang Zhehan.”

→ MUJOSH posted a behind the scenes video from the photoshoot.

→ Charlotte Tilbury posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted a douyin of more MUJOSH behind the scenes footage. Caption: “Please enjoy boss @ Gong Jun’s ’mirror‘ show!” BGM is Fighting For A Reason by Black Red Gold.

→ QuelleVous posted about Summer, a con woman and friend of Xie Yihua’s who scripted the 05-04 deepfake video. Flora later followed up explaining evidence that one of Summer’s accounts is used primarily to exacerbate strife among whalers, trying to divide the fandom further.

12-10 → Gong Jun posted the Honor commercial from the previous week to his Weibo.

→ Gong Jun posted twenty travel photos to his Weibo. Caption: “Destination station: Lugu Lake” He later posted ten of the same to his Xiao Hong Shu, caption: “Let's go, ge will take you...  To play!” and ten to his Instagram, caption: “Waiting for a long time, because I have to add a frame before each post.. 😓 😓”

→ MUJOSH posted another behind the scenes video.

→ Kangshifu posted three photo ads featuring Gong Jun.

Additional Reading: → Flora’s daily fan news thread

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[lockejhaven]

I posted 1,444 times in 2022

That's 1,359 more posts than 2021!

202 posts created (14%)

1,242 posts reblogged (86%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@lockejhaven

@365runesofwriting

@midnight-and-his-melodiverse

@queerlilchinchin

@enchanted-lightning-aes

I tagged 1,337 of my posts in 2022

Only 7% of my posts had no tags

#0 - 67 posts

#other writers - 184 posts

#answers - 115 posts

#others' writing - 98 posts

#locket rambles - 96 posts

#lockejhaven - 89 posts

#others writing - 84 posts

#resources - 84 posts

#inspo - 71 posts

#boop - 70 posts

Longest Tag: 69 characters

#feel free to confront me directly so i can fix what my brain has done

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

»»—————————-　𓆩❤︎𓆪　—————————-««

rage of the kindhearted is an astounding tragedy.

it commands a silence, a long-awaited recognition from those that mistake it for weakness.

it condemns such broken judgement, that swallows respect as if unconditional, and consumes patience as if infinite.

it pounces at throats laid bare, long past a futile snarl of warning, chest aching with inconsolable defeat.

and above all else, rage of the kindhearted is an imminent ending.

»»—————————-　𓆩❤︎𓆪　—————————-««

~ Of Fables & Feathers,

🕊️ Locke J. Haven

locket’s tags:  ╔═════════════════════╗

@365runesofwriting@enchanted-lightning-aes@thepixiediaries@midnight-and-his-melodiverse@perasperaadastrawriting@fearofahumanplanet@orphicpoieses@thepoetpromptsociety[ your tag could be here... ]

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35 notes - Posted August 29, 2022

#4

“I never stood a chance, did I?”

“That, my love, is the tragedy of it all. Once, you did.” Spirit crouches down beside Warlock, listening to their rasping breaths. Her empathy is empty. Her words drip with hollow meaning.  “When you stood by my side; when you understood the joy and worth of the world, you had as many chances as you could have wanted. Instead, you just had to follow your destiny.”

Warlock laughs. A brittle sound, dragging and clawing its way up their smoke-scorched throat. “There is no chance with people like you. People too caught up in their own definitions of right and wrong. While you kill those that may threaten the peace, I stand alone for the innocent.” They break off into a coughing fit before determination spurs them to continue, “That truth will follow you. It will settle at the bottom of your stomach, until one day, you will find yourself overcome with the burden of your actions.”

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locket's tags:   @365runesofwriting  @enchanted-lightning-aes  @thepixiediaries  @midnight-and-his-melodiverse  @perasperaadastrawriting @fearofahumanplanet

44 notes - Posted September 17, 2022

#3

↪ 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 + 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚝 --- a notion template

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Hello, my sprites!

I've been super busy lately with organizing my characters, and as I was working, I had the idea to make a notion template based on my own masterlist. The template includes a general masterlist page and a character sheet template. There are two versions available with different fonts for legibility vs. aesthetic.

Please reblog if you use this!

VERSION 01 Default

See the full post

67 notes - Posted October 19, 2022

#2

a writeblr masterlist

Hello hello! I've made a masterlist for aaaalll of tumblrs writers to apply to! All are welcome; simply fill out the form, and I'll add you!

Please make sure that... - the icon you link is 200px by 200px - your description is as short as possible - you have only linked one blog for the masterlist

the form // the masterlist

91 notes - Posted September 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

PSA

Tumblr is struggling right now.

I know a lot of veteran users are a bit nervous; that we'll lose the one 'typical internet hellsite' to the 'capitalist hell' that has taken over most other popular media sites.

But that is exactly why it is INCREDIBLY important to educate the new users, and not just, try to scare them off. Education is the biggest way to gain allies and keep the site as we like it.

The site with blogs based on creativity; on stories. On art and writing and music, and NOT advertisement and force-fed content lacking critical thinking.

It's going to take a lot of energy, I know. And it's a serious pain in the ass that this has happened during NANO, of all times. But if we want to keep our safe space, it's necessary.

So if you see a user follow you, and they have nothing to their blog, give them the benefit of the doubt. Tell them about how NOT to look like a bot, and direct them to some tumblr guides.

Educate users on why we like this site, and what we can do to keep the freedom we have. And why that freedom is a good thing.

Our strongest defense is education.

Please, please reblog this, along with any and all guides you find. Share resources on other platforms. Send them to your non-tumblr friends.

899 notes - Posted November 7, 2022

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[tcustodisart]

Just a quick psa and vent from me because it's almost midnight and I'm having a mental breakdance about this situation. If you're following me on Instagram - Apparently someone was pretending to be me (or idk what was going on because i don't have any details yet) and was scamming people by "taking commissions".

I started getting comments that I'm scamming people and after i reached out to one of these commenters they replied that there has been a TikTok aware post about me taking commissions, taking money and never responding. I'm speechless... In my entire online presence I accepted one (1) commission from a friend who reached out to me. I was never publicly accepting commissions because it always seemed like it was way too much to handle for my tiny monkey brain that can be easily stressed out by anything... You know guys how i still haven't figured out how to sell prints right??? That's because when taking money is in play i get super anxious.

If you'll see information about me taking commissions (which i don't plan to be taking in any near future because, again, i was never taking them in the first place) you'll only see it here, on this very blog or my twitter acc (@/tcustodis). From now on these are the only two social media platforms I'm going to use for my art.

[raksh-writes]

How to give your fox a forehead kiss — a guide by Stiles Stilinski

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Nogitsune/Stiles Stilinski

Rating: Mature

Words: ~4,5k

This one's for my dearest @flowers-for-stiles​ because you've been the most wonderful friend and deserve to both get all the soft forehead kisses and this little fic where Stiles gives Void some just for you 💗🥰 Your post truly inspired me, hah, and I gave it my best in this sort-of 5+1 style, so I hope it's gonna be a lovely read and gift for you for being such an amazing friend and agreeing to beta my BatB AU for me 💗 Here's to more of our lovely talks and even more fics! 😄

Small psa: translations are at the very bottom but I also put them into the square [] brackets, hope that helps! And with no further ado, hope it's gonna an enjoyable one! ^^

Warnings/Tags: pure Fluff here, with only some mild smutty bits, all fade to black!

Also on AO3 here!

–

I.

The plan of attack is easy.

Be sneaky. Be inconspicuous. Use distractions. Go for the prize. Then escape capture.

And Stiles will make sure it works if it’s the last thing he does.

He peeks out of the kitchen and into the living room, where Void’s laying on the couch, not a care in the world in the relaxed lines of his body. Stiles can’t help but smile at the sight — the demon so at peace he’s all but napping, a documentary about one serial killer or another played low on the tv. Which is very fitting, on both accounts. Void might not need sleep at all, but in true fox-fashion enjoys sleep and naps as much as one expects from a cat, not a chaos-loving trickster — and the documentaries, well. Stiles would be the last to say he doesn’t enjoy them too.

Going up to his tiptoes, Stiles creeps out of the kitchen and slowly makes his way to the demon on his couch — and woah, doesn’t that sound like a beginning to a bad joke, huh? But this matter is no joke at all, Stiles would go as far as to say it’s the gravest one he’s faced with yet. And even if he’s virtually unable to sneak up on Void, they both enjoy the pretense. He still doesn’t even flinch, though, as Stiles ambushes him with a mock-growled “arggh”, his vocal cords unable to produce a proper one.

“I got you,” he gloats, circling his arms around Void’s shoulders tight as vines, hands spread over the demon’s sternum.

“Oh my, whatever shall I do now,” is the mock-murmured answer and he still doesn’t move an inch, all lazy and relaxed, arms crossed loosely on his chest.

“Surrender,” Stiles threatens, pushing his face into Void’s neck, “or perish.”

And that does succeed in making Void chuckle, the sound spreading fuzzy warmth under Stiles’ skin.

“Seems I don’t have a choice, hm?”

“Nope!” Stiles grins, popping the p, and can’t quite help the high-pitched almost-squeal of joy in the back of his throat when Void finally tips his head to the side with a low hum, the long line of his neck on full display for Stiles.

He doesn’t waste another second before showering his affection all over Void, peppering kisses wherever he can reach and nuzzling with his cheek and nose; thrilled when a low purr sounds in the quiet ambiance of the tv around them.

Step one and two — accomplished. Step three — in process.

Stiles slowly makes his way up Void’s throat, innocently continuing his pampering until he reaches the edge of Void’s jaw — he doesn’t move as Stiles places a peck on the sharply cut bone, but twitches when he leaves one on his cheek. Then, before the demon has the chance to react, Stiles leans up on his haunches and dips to brush a soft kiss on Void’s forehead. And this time, Void does react, dark eyes cracking open and body turning to catch — but Stiles takes off with a giggle stuck in his throat just in time to escape. Step four and five — success!

“Oof!”

The air’s punched right out of his lungs as Void ambushes him back, pinning Stiles to their bedroom’s door with a very particular gleam in his midnight eyes.

“Not so fast, you minx,” he warns, a growl rumbling under the words.

Stiles gulps, tongue peeking out to swipe over his bottom lip. Escape capture — failed. Seems another attempt must be made, huh? Not that he has time to think about it — not with Void’s deliciously strong grip on his hips and sharp, sharp teeth on his neck. Another time, then.

 II.

An occasion presents itself right after Void’s done with him, curled around his back and nose pushed into his neck, breathing deep and steady as if already asleep. He isn’t, Stiles is aware, they’re still tied together and there’s some clean up to do, but for now they’re just enjoying the quiet moments of post-coital bliss — the closeness, the cuddling, the way Void fits around him so perfectly Stiles doesn’t want to be anywhere else. And in this little piece of heaven lies Stiles’ opportunity.

He twists his head, nuzzling his cheek into Void’s wild, black hair, and breaths in the scent that makes him go all fuzzy and warm. Void pulls him just a little bit closer in response, a low purr-like growl reverberating into Stiles’ back. It’s not the best position for his plan, and his neck will start hurting from being craned this way soon enough, but Stiles is determined to try.

Disguising his attempts in more of their typical nuzzling and scenting, Stiles nudges his nose against Void’s forehead, quietly hoping the demon just moves to help him without knowing it. And, thank the higher powers whatever they are, he does — turning his head more to Stiles and pushing his nose under his jaw, which is almost perfect. Stiles brushes his cheek over Void’s brow a few more times, then — places the quickest peck on his forehead.

Void twitches against him, the growl deepening for a single tone, but Stiles goes back to his scenting and the demon doesn’t move again. Quite disbelieving his luck, Stiles hugs Void’s arm closer around his middle and nudges at his temple until he can reach it — and brushes another small little peck right beside Void's eyebrow.

This time when the demon’s growl deepens it has a very familiar undertone that doesn’t fade the next second and makes a hot shiver travel down Stiles’ spine. Then Void rolls his hips, just slightly, just enough it tugs at Stiles in the most delicious way, and he can’t help but moan, lips and thighs parting for his mate on pure instinct.

Stretching up against his back, Void slides his hand from Stiles’ belly down to his hip, down to the inside of his thigh, and Stiles bites down on his lips as the arousal licks hot and bright at his core. Seems like Void took his affections as an invite for another round, which— Well, Stiles wouldn’t be able to escape right now anyway, so why not enjoy it?

 III.

Next time, Stiles uses a different tactic — or rather, uses it before he can try his plan of attack again. After all, if he makes a habit out of pampering Void with his affections, then he must get used to it at some point, right? It seems reasonable enough. So, over the next few days — which is as much as his patience allows Stiles — he finds every occasion possible to drop a peck on Void.

As usual, every time Stiles goes out for classes, he leans down to give the demon a goodbye kiss — because Void wouldn’t let him go otherwise — and when they finally part, Stiles sneaks his lips over to Void’s check for the quickest brush. And he tries to escape, but the demon always catches up to him one way or another — and leaves a sharp little bite on his neck before he lets Stiles squirm away. Which is just as well, Stiles has long learned bites and nibbles are just Void’s version of pecks.

When he gets back, the ritual repeats, although not rarely ending up way further. And throughout the days, Stiles finds as many occasions to drop kisses on Void as possible; on his neck, which are the most acceptable that Void takes with pleasure, some on his cheek, if he can get away with them, and sometimes, if he’s very sneaky, on Void’s nose too — and those are the ones that make the demon narrow his dark eyes and chase after Stiles until retribution is delivered. Which, all things considered, is good to know — Stiles is no saint, after all.

He manages to reach Void’s temple exactly once, dropping on the demon from behind the armchair he’s been sitting in.

“Be back later,” he mumbles, giving the demon the quickest hug — and right as he withdraws, Stiles leans in and pecks him on the forehead. Then immediately runs for the door.

He, of course, underestimates Void’s resolution to catch him, and before Stiles can even reach the front door, a pathetic squick slips out his throat as he’s pushed into the wall, the demon’s eyes narrowed down and teeth sharp. Stiles gulps, tongue flicking out to lick at his lips.

“I’m gonna be late,” he tries, innocently, squirming in the demon’s hold, but Void’s eyes only narrow down further.

“Should’ve thought about it before your little play,” Void observes, an undertone to his words that both makes heat pool in Stiles’ hips and raises the small hairs all over his body.

Crap, crap–

“I swear, the prof already has it out for me and you know about this one. I can’t be late today.”

Void tips his head to the side, in that crooked way that means he’s more than suspicious and, crap again, Stiles is really losing this one, isn’t he? Void uncovering his — still not working — plan is possibly the worst outcome.

“Please?” he tries, purposely letting himself relax into Void’s embrace, hands twisted in the demon’s soft, black shirt.

His eyes narrow more, just for a second, before he finally exhales, a sharp breath out through his nose, and relents.

“Alright,” he agrees — then leans down to Stiles’ neck and bites, right over his jugular, sucking in a mean, bright bruise that pulls a weak little mewl out of Stiles. Void’s eyes are dark as ever when he straightens again. “But we’re not done here.”

“Sure, yeah,” his voice cracks and Stiles squirms, “okay.”

Void hums, an almost huff with the way he seems out of sorts, maybe even irritated, and he’s just about to release Stiles but instead of letting him, Stiles tightens his grip and pulls himself up to kiss the demon, properly. Just as much to soothe his own spirit as to try and appease his frustrated mate — it is Stiles’ fault, after all. When they finally part, Void’s hands intent on him and Stiles’ breath all but little, frantic pants, the thought of classes feels very distant.

“Sorry…”

Void doesn’t answer, at first, just brushing their noses together.

“Better go,” is what he says, leaning back to allow Stiles to slip out, “before I change my mind.”

Stiles fidgets, the last thread of doubt lingering, but— fuck, he really does need to show up for this class. So he nods, climbs to his tiptoes to peck Void on the lips one last time, and finally gathers himself up to leave.

And even then, Stiles is under no impression that it wasn't still a close one that Void even let him actually get out and not be late, because next time— Next time he doesn’t let it slide quite so easily.

 IV.

It’s a lovely morning, even with the day’s classes hanging over Stiles’ head. They’re still cuddled together in bed, covers warm and cozy around them, and Void’s steady breath a peaceful melody of content under Stiles’ ear. He snuggles closer to the demon, a jawn slipping out tiredly, and makes a small little sound of happiness when he’s pulled in even more by his lovely mate. Void’s chest rises and falls with his breath, now a wonderful purr joining the motion and cranking the cozy vibes to maximum — if Stiles can say so himself.

Letting out a long sigh, Stiles stretches lazily against Void’s side, never a speck of distance put between their bodies. It’s all too wonderful to resist and there’s no morning when it ever becomes easier to get out of bed, but the classes loom ever closer and at some point he has to get up. If only it was the weekend already…

Stiles tightens his arm around Void’s middle and pushes himself even closer, just for a minute, brushing his lips right under Void’s clavicle — and immediately a lightbulb goes off in his head.

Trying not to show what just sparked inside his mind, Stiles nuzzles his face into Void's neck and trails a line of soft kisses along the way, all lazy and content to arouse no suspicion. Void pulls him closer again, arm snug around Stiles' waist, and the low growl-purr in his chest intensifies as Stiles turns some of his pecks into small, short nibbles.

“Aiming for something, little fox?” the demon murmurs, so sleep-rough and lazily drawled a shiver goes down Stiles’ spine.

“I wish,” Stiles snorts, stretching to reach up, up, up Void’s neck and right beside his jaw, leaving a small little bite there before he sighs, grumbling under his nose: “Still gotta get up for classes though.” The usual weight that keeps him in bed every morning even heavier now.

Void’s hand trails from Stiles’ waist down to his hip, spanning wide over his skin as the demon hums low in his throat.

“You could always take a break for one day,” he suggests, oh so innocently, before nudging at Stiles’ forehead with his nose until Stiles looks up and their noses brush. “Rest is very important for humans, isn’t it.”

Stiles can’t help but grin, biting down at his lip to try and hide it, to no avail.

“It is,” he confirms, even though it wasn’t even a question, and brushes a soft peck on the corner of Void’s mouth. “But I wouldn’t get much of it with you in the bed.”

“Still a time well spent. Better even, I’d say.”

“Of course you would.”

Void hums again, eyes half-lidded and sparked with heat, too dangerous to resist — and just when Stiles starts thinking he should throw his plan out the window and escape right now, the demon nudges his nose to the side and kisses him, mouth fitting perfectly against his own. A low whine slips out Stiles’ throat as he lets himself be lost in the pure sensation for just a second, in the way Void’s teeth nibble sharply at his lips and his tongue laps lazily into his open mouth. It’s intoxicating — how little Void cares for things like morning breath and puts his all into kissing Stiles dizzy no matter the circumstances.

Stiles needs to lean back when he’s still able to, just when Void’s other hand slips down to his thigh, trailing over the leg that Stiles pushed between Void’s. It’s gonna be hard enough getting up now anyway.

“Alright, okay, I really gotta go,” he insists, palm over Void’s chest to stop him — not that it’d work if the demon put his mind into it. Still, Stiles looks up at his mate and waits for an answer, a shiver slipping down the ridges of his spine at the gaze he meets.

Void raises one brow, but doesn’t move to push him for more.

“You don’t seem in a hurry for me,” he answers, a spark of challenge in his eyes and the undertone to his words. Stiles gets it immediately and dives in to peck Void on the cheek.

“‘M going, ‘m going,” he mumbles out quickly and leans up on his elbows and then—

He should’ve just gotten out of bed. He should’ve. But he already went through all the steps and they’ll go to waste, and— well. In the last second, before he starts turning away, Stiles dips his head as fast as possible and brushes the quickest little kiss over Void’s forehead.

Without waiting for a reaction, Stiles rolls over and gives himself a mental pat on the back when it seems Void’s too shocked to react — right until Stiles’ back is fully to the demon and he’s trying to lift the sheet up.

A single yelp sounds in the air as Stiles is pinned down to the bed, Void’s hard body warm and heavy on his back.

“Thought you could get away with it, huh?” The demon mocks, a low rumble under his words. “Thought I wouldn’t catch on to your little game, kitten? I think—” His hand goes down Stiles’ body, to the inside of his thigh — and the way he’s laying down, one knee lifted up from trying to get up, his legs are already perfectly spread for Void to slip right between them. And Stiles can’t help his moan when Void fits hard and heavy against his ass. “—you need a little reminder, maybe even a full lesson.” He rolls his hips, mouth pressed against Stiles’ ear and voice so breathy and rough Stiles all but melts with the whine high in his throat. “I’m sure no one will mind you being… a little late. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

The way the nickname drips hot and liquid over Stiles’ skin should be illegal, pure sin on the edge of mocking as it is — and coiling the burning heat in his hips to almost unbearable. And when Stiles doesn’t answer quickly enough, a hard slap lands right on the back of his thigh, a pained moan choked in his lungs.

“Isn’t it?” the demon growls, sharp claws digging into the meat of Stiles’ thigh — and so he nods quickly, barely able not to grind up into Void’s delicious weight.

“Yes,” he breathes out, hands fisted in their bedsheets. “No one will mind.”

As a reward, Void nuzzles behind Stiles’ ear, hand gentling on his leg and slipping up, up, up—

“Good kitten.”

And he can only moan, spine curving to fit against his mate as perfectly as ever, then — finally — Stiles surrenders.

 V.

After all his attempts fail in one way or another, Stiles puts his plan on hold and just enjoys his days, sneaking casual pecks as much as possible in the way Void at least tolerates. And maybe he just needs to come to terms with the fact he made it into an instant-sexy-times flip switch and enjoy that too. Still… he kinda wants to be able to just peck Void on his forehead or temple just because but his plan hasn’t worked so far and he’s a bit out of ideas how to achieve it, like, casually — all the lovely, fantastic sex he definitely won’t say no to aside.

A drawn-out sigh slips out of his mouth as Stiles finishes setting up the rice in the cooker and reaches for the aburaage pouches sitting at the side. The fried tofu pouches Void keeps bringing are truly lifesavers when he wants to make something quick and tasty, and since he started seasoning them at home — that is, cooking his own inariage — it’s become one of his go-to dishes. And it also has the advantage of being one of Void’s favorites.

Speaking of the fox, he appears right when Stiles sets the drained aburaage in a pot and starts adding all the other ingredients for seasoning. The demon plasters himself to Stiles’ back, a lovely purr reverberating into his muscles and spreading warmth through his chest.

“Need a hand, darling?” Void drawls, a certain undertone to his words that makes heat pool low in his hips.

He elbows the demon at his back and pours a bit of the sake Void also brought last time into the pot.

“Już ja wiem, gdzie ta twoja ręka będzie* [Oh, I know well enough where your hand's gonna be],” he mutters under his breath, and yelps when Void bites at his throat with a growl. “Proving the point! You’re just gonna distract me,” he grumbles, even though a smile blooms on his lips.

“Should I go away then?” the demon challenges, his fingers spreading over Stiles’ hip and belly, but his embrace stays as loose as is ever possible in Void’s case.

“Nah,” he leans back into the hug and — without even thinking about it — shortly nuzzles his cheek over Void’s brow then brushes a kiss to his temple, “you can stay,” and goes right back to adding some mirin into his pot.

Stiles doesn’t realize what he’s done up until Void’s been completely still around his back for more than a single second — and just as it catches on, he doesn’t even have time to get properly horrified, because Void unfreezes — then bites into the crook of his neck.

“Hey!” He elbows Void in the side and the demon growls, tightening his arms around Stiles until they’re flush together. “Um, I’m trying to cook here? Your favorite too?”

“Then you should focus on it, shouldn’t you? I’ll wait, don’t mind me,” he says, oh so innocently, and Stiles’ jaw hangs open for a short moment until he realizes the demon, indeed, doesn’t try anything else.

“Well…” Stiles blinks, a little lost that it isn’t going the usual way, then shrugs and settles against Void. “Okay.” He has to stand over the pot for ten minutes anyway, he may as well enjoy the hug. “But I’ll have to move eventually.”

Void hums, hooking his chin over Stiles’ shoulder.

“A concern for later,” is the only thing he says.

Stiles snickers, putting the lid over his pot and bringing it to boil — and can’t quite believe that he… got away with it?

Putting his hand over Void’s arm around his waist, Stiles bites down on his lip and chews on the whole thing — his plan might’ve failed but maybe… maybe some of it actually worked?

 +I.

Stiles jawns, stretching out his back until the satisfying pop reaches his ears, the bag full of assignments for next week thrown carelessly in one corner or another as he comes out of the bedroom to hunt down Void. It’s the weekend, finally, and he’s not about to waste precious time on homework. At least, not before he gets his daily dose of cuddles.

Void’s in the living room, sitting comfortably on the couch with one leg under him and a book open on the armrest. It’s probably a new one already, but Stiles can’t quite see the cover right now — surprisingly enough, Void took to reading like ducks to water. And when Stiles gets close enough to slide himself onto Void’s thighs, the demon readily adjusts his position to make it comfortable for them both without looking up even for a second.

Grinning wide, Stiles throws himself into his mate’s lap, his arms around the demon’s shoulders.

“Hi,” he murmurs, brushing a kiss on the corner of Void’s mouth, one hand at his nape and the other cupping Void’s jaw, fingertips slipped between the wild strands of smooth, thick hair.

Void only hums in that way of his, low and almost a purr, but also closes the book before turning to Stiles to nudge their noses together. Screw bites and nibbles, this is Void’s version of pecks.

“Hello to you too.”

Stiles really can’t help how his grin doubles in size, and he scrambles up on Void’s lap to reposition himself and finally sit astride the demon’s thighs. Something must’ve hit his happy bone that day because Stiles can’t quite contain it as he leans down for a kiss, long and languid and absolutely perfect as it always is with his mate.

“I missed you,” he murmurs, before starting to trail his lips over to Void’s cheek, a line of soft pecks and scenting.

“Not that I don’t appreciate the sentiment, but it’s only been a few hours, little fox.”

“Don’t care,” Stiles tightens his embrace, slowly climbing up with his pampering, “still missed you.”

Void’s arm curls around his waist, pulling him ever closer, and Stiles smiles against the demon’s cheekbone before leaving another little peck. Then, finally, he reaches Void’s temple — and brushes a soft kiss right beside his brow. No plan, no sneaking, no disguising — just because.

When he leans away, no urgency or agenda in his moves, Void’s eyes are narrowed down at him, full of suspicions that — this time — make Stiles crack into a wide grin.

“Awww,” he coos, hands cupping the demon’s jaw, “look at you, you’re just the cutest right now, aren’t you, słońce ty moje* [my sun, you].”

Void’s dark eyes narrow even more, now just mere slits, and before Stiles can smile even wider, a growl cuts through the air — and Stiles gets thrown into the cushions with half-surprised, half-delighted squeak trapped in his throat, Void’s weight unforgiving and delicious above him. There’s really no way he’s ever getting tired of being pinned down by his lovely mate. Void, though, doesn’t look quite so amused.

“I know you have been playing at something, you little minx,” he growls. “What is it?”

Stiles squirms, tugging uselessly at his wrists where Void’s trapped them beside his head. His body is getting way too interested way too quickly, but—

He shrugs, deciding to finally bite the bullet — his ruse is up anyway.

“Just thought you deserve some forehead kisses–”

Void’s looks no less suspicious, and his fingers tighten around Stiles’ wrists.

“—I swear!” Stiles hurries to assure him, but Void doesn’t budge and — well. Licking over his lips, Stiles draws up his shoulders— “And you make this adorable face every time too…”

A bright blush spills all over Stiles’ face, but Void stills, seemingly thrown for a loop, and Stiles seizes his occasion — quickly leaning up to brush a peck over Void’s temple. And, immediately, his eyes turn into slits again, a look in his dark eyes as if he’s trying to decide between giving Stiles a lesson or fucking him senseless — which, not accidentally, goes arm to arm between them.

“Ah, and here it is.” Stiles grins, trying to ignore the coiled heat starting to spread under his navel, then brushes his nose against Void’s. “Adorable.”

This time, when Void growls, his lip curls up to show those sharp, sharp teeth. Stiles almost whimpers, the hot arousal spiking sharp and electric in his hips — then he moans for real as Void dives for his throat, sinking those pearly whites hard and deep into his skin. He doesn’t let go quickly either, biting and sucking in a bruise that’s gonna be bright and crimson as Stiles squirms.

“I’ll show you cute,” he threatens, breath hot on Stiles’ spit-wet skin, and Stiles can’t help but whine, showing off the whole length of his neck for Void. “And we’ll see who's the adorable one then.”

Stiles gnaws on his lips, but nothing can stop the little mewls that start escaping his lungs when Void bites his way up and down his throat, leaving bruise after bruise to bloom all red and purple on the pale canvas of his skin.

He meant to get his dose of cuddles for an hour or two and go take care of the heap of assignments in his bag — just so he can fully enjoy lazing about on the weekend with Void — but—

Void readjusts his hold on Stiles’ wrists to grip them in just one hand, the other now free to push under Stiles’ shirt as his hips roll into him, the whole length of the demon's hard body flush against Stiles and— Well, they do have an hour or two. Why not enjoy them?

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Translations: aburaage - fried tofu inariage - seasoned aburaage pouches used to make inarizushi Już ja wiem, gdzie ta twoja ręka będzie — Oh, I know well enough where your hand's gonna be słońce ty moje — my sun, you

[buzilla-roars]

This is the kinda shit I do at midnight....

Running joke between @doc-monsta and myself after his last doodle post. Lololol.

This has been your Public Morals PSA.

[nyx-aira]

Tear Stains On Asgardian Leather

Requested by anon

Request: Absolutely no pressure, but you know I'm a sucker for anything with Loki - especially maybe an Asgardian reader, who's also going through a bit of a depression and recovering from emotional abuse? If that's too heavy/complicated, I totally understand, but it'd be lovely to have Loki as my therapist. Fluff has definitely helped in the past.

Summary: After Ragnarok everyone tries to deal with the horrible events that happened. Some better and some worse.

A/N: I'm sorry I haven't written much the last few weeks. I've been feeling drained and empty and tried to take some time for myself. This is a draft I found from November and I have a couple more but I'm currently not really able to write all of your requests. I might post some short fics or songfics I wrote to help me cope if you're interested in that. Things have been complicated and I'm trying to get back on track. Good thing though, if anyone is interested, I finally shifted!

TW! Mentioned abuse, trauma, breakdowns

PSA: Do NOT copy, steal, translate, plagiarize, republish, etc any of my works on Tumblr or any other platform. Also, do NOT claim any of my works as your own. All of these works are either requests I’ve gotten that people have wanted me to write or original ideas I’ve had for works. If you happen to take inspiration from anything I’ve written and want to write something inspired by that, please a) ask me first and b) IF I say yes, credit me as inspo in your post by tagging me and link whatever work of mine that inspired you. Thanks.

PSA c/@ynscrazylife

Things were difficult at the moment. Asgard was gone and so were many other people, you were free but it didn't feel like it.

You weren't sure what to feel, what to do. Nothing was how it was but you weren't sure why a part of you still clung to that old life, that life you wanted to escape so badly.

New Asgard was different. None of the glamour and luxury, nothing more than a small village somewhere in Norway.

Thor, Loki and Valkyrie were doing their best to make the best out of the new situation but it was a difficult task.

It took some time getting used to living elsewhere for everyone but you couldn't care less about getting a new start or recovering from the traumatic events that happened.

You just wanted everything to go away and at the same time clung desperately to the few happy memories you had of Asgard. People noticed of course but they didn't know what to do so everyone just gave you space and left you alone. Everyone but Loki.

He would check in with you as often as he could, he still had to coordinate most of New Asgard and all the troubles that came with it. He would usually show up at the end of the day with some take-out and would tell you about his day, listening to yours if you wanted to tell him and always offering his support and help if you needed it.

At first you weren't sure why he was doing it, why he wanted to help but over time you began to trust him more and more, forming a bond that was based on trust, honesty and care.

His presence would make you feel at ease and some days you would manage to tell him bits and pieces of what was going on. He would listen very carefully and try to help you as best as he could.

Sometimes after you had cried and clung to his shoulders while he had held you, he would carry you to bed and would make sure you had beautiful dreams that night, staying with you until you fell asleep. In the mornings there would be breakfast waiting for you with a small note attached.

Those small gestures meant a lot to you and after some time you would get better. Sure there were still days where everything seemed hopeless and you wanted nothing more then to cry and just stay in bed.

But Loki was there, every step of the way and he would make sure you knew that as well.

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[emperorsfoot]

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[theelvenhaven]

11.11.2021

PSA

Okay guys so I was going to try and do some Christmas stuff for this upcoming holiday like I did for Halloween. But in all honesty I have been feeling burnt out from writing requests and still have quite a bit to go in my inbox. 

Idk if I will get all of them filled this go around and I would really like to be able to write some things that I enjoy since it’s been a while since I’ve gotten to write independently from requests.

As a result my queue only has 6 things left in it, enough for the rest of this month and only 2 for next month. After that I am going to take a break from writing requests and possibly clear out my inbox. I will post what requests I have filled after the New Year begins. 

I will also be hosting a Confessions Day (for us in the US) in December that way those that live out of the states can participate for once. I just haven’t decided on a day yet. 

Read the -> Rules

Requests are -> Closed

Confessions -> December 2021

What’s In the Queue?

December

- Midnight Confessions - Vanifinwë x Glorfindel

- Reunions in Valinor - Gwindor x Reader

[callmefitz]

HomeBound, a TTP Fic

PSA- I don’t know how to do the “read more” thing and this is a long fic so, apolgies in advance for this long post. Also I wrote this at midnight in my notes app with absolutely no editing so, read at your own risk.

Summary: It’s been weeks since the Crown Prince of the Heartlands, Prince Wensclaus ran away from home. During his absence, he’s taken a spunky aspiring knight under his wing to distract from the pain of his disapproving parents. Although, anyone can tell it’s more than that. He genuinely cares for the kid. As for his own family, however, they are not content to lose him. Featuring aro/ace future Wensclaus, a non-binary TTP OC I made named Law, and an older, wiser, but generally unchanged Joan.

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Although it’s been years since Wensclaus has been to the Hinterlands, there’s something familiar about the way the wind whips at his hair, heavy with the promise of rain. There’s something familiar about the dull, incessant roar of leaves in the breeze, and there’s something familiar about the dry crunch of dirt beneath his heels as he bites his lower lip, drawing blood as he parries and ripostes a rather impressive attack to his left side.

This place definitely had never held the warm glow of home to him, but the landscape tugged at Polaroid memories all the same.

His assailant, far more used to the northernmost elements than Wensclaus, circled at a wide radius, letting limp their wrist in exertion and dragging the point of their sword in the dirt. Their face was leveled in an annoyed glare (it was rather early). Beneath their tunic, their chest rose and fell in quick succession.

“Careful,” Wensclaus muttered, “We just had the blacksmith sharpen that.”

His adversary lept back into action, once again assuming a rather bold offensive strategy, yet left their form with much to be desired. At any moment, really, he could send them toppling on their back, but this skirmish wasn’t staged for the purpose of an expedient victory.

Although they only employed a handful of successful attacks on Wensclaus, he couldn’t help but to find himself surpised by their skill level. That, or the fact that without the rigid background of swordsman training, they were afforded the ability to combine techniques in a fluid manner without so much as a second thought. It was a skill that he himself envied.

The sparring match between the pair often drawn a crowd of onlookers, as entertainment in the Hinterlands dwindled after Barrabas returned to the Midlands. However, the mist on the plains had yet to evaporate and the cock had yet to crow, so they were alone in their back and forth dance.

Or so they thought.

Through the mist, an imposing horseback figure drew closer and closer, regarding the fight with vague curiosity. She watched the epic climax, and subsequent end, as the younger swordsperson unexpectedly threw Wensclaus off balance and tumbling to the ground.

“Do you yield,” Law said with a false air of suave.

“Ah, I’ve been bested,” Wensclaus replied in a similar play of false airs, “I yield, I yield! Spare me, lest I suffer a worser fate.”

Law laughed and held out a hand to Wensclaus and pulled him up.

“Good work with your offense,” Wensclaus praised, “Your footwork has improved greatly.”

“While yours has only grown sloppier since you’ve been gone.” The mystery spectator cut in. Her horse drew closer in the mist, and with horrifying realization Wensclaus realized it was his Aunt Joan. She dismounted and strode towards the pair.

Wensclaus gripped his sword, unsure if he wanted a fight or a reunion.

The head knight in question stood with an innate intimidating posture that made Wensclaus feel like a child again. However, that clearly wasn’t the case; Wensclaus had grown into his gangly limbs and assumed a self-assured posturer, and the constant eroding factor of time had etched wrinkles into Joan’s face and dusted Grey into her hair.

“Look, It’s the no-fun police,” Law scowled, crossing their arms, yet hiding slightly behind Wensclaus. He only sighed.

“Your fathers have been worried sick for you, Wensclaus,” Joan said softly, “they miss you terribly.”

Wensclaus kicked a stone, “Thats very inconvenient for them. I hope they feel better.”

“Wen-“

“No.” Wensclaus shouted. He wanted to continue, but he then became hyper-aware of Law, himself over seven years their senior, ducking behind the heavy mass of his cloak and gripping it slightly. He sighed. Not here.

“Can we continue this somewhere else?”

——

After a whispered argument that warmed Wensclaus’s heart but ultimately convinced him of Law’s protective yet stubborn nature, he found himself seated across the table from Joan in the only tavern in town and Law sulking outside as they waited for the adults to finish up. A daunting mug of root beer sat in front of him, which was much more interesting than the steely grey eyes of his pseudo-aunt.

“I can’t believe they sent my babysitter to come pick me up,” Wensclaus began, deciding to skip the small talk and poke the sleeping elephant with a stick. Or whatever the idiom is about.

“Wensclaus,” Joan began.

“Like, ok, they have a kingdom to run, but I’ve seen my Dad pull holidays out of his ass so we could have a vacation. They could have come themselves-“

“Your fathers did not send for me, Wensclaus.” Joan cut Wensclaus off with an impressive gulp of definetly-not-root beer. “I doubt they even know where you are. Not that they haven’t been searching, of course. As far as they’re concerned, I’m farther up North to check up on a dwarf problem your Uncle Darling is having.”

Wensclaus’s face drew up as he straightened in his booth. “Wait, then how did you-“

“It just made sense,” Joan replied, “You experienced perceived rejection and to cope you returned back to the place where you first received rejection. The little knight you found, however, was a nice touch. They’re coming along quite nicely. I’m proud.”

The explicit praise did not fly over Wensclaus’s head, “I’m that predictable, huh?”

“You’re not predictable, just human,” Joan shrugged, then at Wensclaus’s face, continued, “That’s just what Cecily has been telling me. And for the record, I’m not telling them you’re here until you’re ready to be found.”

Wensclaus leaned back in his chair and stared down at the frothy mess of his root-beer.

“They all miss-“

“It’s just hard.” Wensclaus said, without emotion. Joan remained quiet this time.

“It’s hard when, you know, everyone is talking about you, like, oh look at Prince Wensclaus! He’s like, I don’t know, in his mid-twenties, and tied down to no one,” Wensclaus laughed dryly, “His parents, they were married by age eighteen. Basically invented love and all that shit. How massive of a failure do you have to be to not love anyone when those are your role models?”

“You must be pretty fucked up.” He wiped a tear from his eye. “God it’s just... it’s so hard. I’m nothing like them and... it’s so hard.”

“You love me, don’t you?” Joan said, “And what about your Aunt Cecily?”

Wensclaus regraded Joan strangely, “Well, yeah, but not like-“

“What about your Uncles up North, Darling and Percy?” Joan continued, “Or your little knight?”

“Joan, it’s not like-“

“Your fathers?” Joan pressed, “Do you not love them?”

“I do, Joan, but that doesn’t count!” Wensclaus snapped. A few patrons across the bar glanced over. Face flushing, Wensclaus lowered his voice and relaxed his clenched fists, “That’s not the point, it-“

“You’re right,” Joan said, “The point is that you feel angry because of the high expectations inadvertently placed on your shoulders by your fathers because you’re different. But to say you love no one is so... far from the truth. Love takes many forms, and they can all be fulfilling.”

Wensclaus gave no response, instead favoring the mug in his hands than making eye contact with Joan. He was holding himself back from lashing out again.

“When I came out to my father, as both gay and a knight,” Joan began, “He tried to fix me.”

This caught Wensclaus’s attention.

“He set me up with all kinds of guys,” Joan laughed, “even a pig farmer. Enrolled me in all these classes for lady-etiquette and had me fitted for a ball gown corset. I was so angry, I ran away.”

“But you and your dad get along great,” Wensclaus said, “He’s over at your and Aunt Cecily’s cottage almost every weekend.”

“Now we get along great,” Joan corrected, “But this was all when you were very young.”

This satisfied Wensclaus’s confusion.

“I guess in the end he was afraid for me and afraid for himself,” Joan said, “Everything I was doing he had never seen done before, and that was scary. When people are scared, they do dumb things, like threaten to estrange their children.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Wensclaus asked slowly.

“When Cecily found out about what my father had threatened, she marched her little sequined self down to the pub he was hiding out in and gave him a piece of her mind,” Joan continued, “After you left, that’s exactly what I did to your fathers.”

“What?” Wensclaus finally cracked a smile, “You yelled at my dads?”

Joan shrugged, “It’s not the first time. I love them, Wensclaus, I really do, but they can be incredibly thick sometimes.”

That sobered him up, “Yeah.”

“They reacted the way they did not because they didn’t love you anymore, Wens,” Joan reaches across the table and grabbed his hand, “They reacted that way because what you were describing was something they had never seen done before, and they were scared for what that meant for you.”

“That still doesn’t make it right,” he replied.

“You’re right. It was wrong, which is exactly why Rupert has written and rewritten his formal apology to you several dozen times, so you know that in fourteen different languages that he loves you no matter what,” Joan replied, “And Amir is currently drafting legislation to nationally recognize aromanticism as a romantic identity and provide funding to revise public service announcements to include it. It was wrong of them to react the way they did, and they only thing they want in the world is to take it back.”

“Wow, I-“ Wensclaus suddenly found himself speaking through tears, “I don’t-“

“I’m not going to force you to come home before you’re ready,” Joan said steadily, “But I want you to know that when you are, there’s a place for you.”

It was embarrassing, the way that Wensclaus began sobbing in the tavern like that. The eyes of half a dozen hitherlandians landed on his shaking frame as the head knight of the heartlands held him to her chest. She ran her fingers through his hair, just like she used to when he had nightmares about the Despair. But this was so much worse, because this was not about an enemy he could defeat; rather, it was the floodgates of relief mixing with the festering hurt that had been building in him ever since he stepped foot out of the palace gates. Dimly, he was aware of the soft reassurances his aunt whispered into his ear, but in his determination to speak through his tears it all was mush.

“I want to go home,” he said hoarsely, and he felt the same relief within Joan.

—-

As the door to the tavern opened, Law jumped up from the ground and ran up to Wensclaus. However, after they took in his tear-stained face and Joan’s arm on his shoulder, they stumbled back, as if flinching in pain and disbelief.

“So you’re going back?” Law seethed, “Just like that?”

Wensclaus made brief eye contact with Joan, who released her arm from his shoulder and walked off with a nod. He returned his attention to Law and wiped his eyes.

“Yeah,” he said, “I’m going back. I can’t hide here forever.”

“But they said-“

“And they realized they were wrong,” Wensclaus finished, “I want to give them another chance before I cut them off entirely. If Joan can do it... then I guess I can too.”

His rationalization only caused his mentee to spiral further, “A-And what are you going to do, huh? Just.... leave me here?”

Wensclaus’s face drew up as an emotional knife stabbed cleanly through his heart. This scene felt all too familiar, except never from this perspective.

“No, no, of course not. No. Never. You’re going to come with me and Joan,” he said, placing his arms in Law’s shoulders in an attempt to ground them, “I mean, only if that’s what you want.”

“I won’t fit in,” Law said quietly, “It will be... weird.”

Wensclaus laughed, “I didn’t fit in either. It’s not that weird.”

In a conspiratorial tone, he added, “Plus, everyone there is weird. Just wait until you meet my Uncle Darling.”

That caused Law to smile as they held their hands on top of Wensclaus’s on their shoulders.

“Wensclaus,” Joan called out from her horse, “Little Knight.”

The pair glanced up from their conversation as Joan trotted closer.

“You coming?”

Wensclaus straightened up, leaving a hand in Law’s shoulder.

“Yeah. Let’s go home.”

[paper-carnation]

Tw for long post and maybe sad thoughts! And others not so sad. Midnight thoughts

Habit said in one of his PSAs something along the lines that Flower kid is stupid and worthless. And like, Habit, outside this game, I wouldn't disagree with you. But here, in this game, I don't love myself, I don't hate myself, it's just me and what I have to do.

To help everyone and feel good about myself, to be amused when I lie or say what they don't want to hear just to see their reactions, to understand their sadness when I refuse to help them, and completing all achievements/endings, even if it pains me a little.

This is your world, ofc Habit. But this world has given me a sense of control I've been lacking. I even decide how this ends. And after satisfying the completionist in me and suffer, I still decide I will always go to help you.

This game, I hope is a stepping stone to, you know, get better.

[perfectlyhealthytoaster]

Trying to decide wether i stay up all night and fuck shit up or if I should just go to bed and debatably fuck shit up in the morning.

[posthungergamessyndrome]

It's a month before "The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes"so here's a little PSA on where you should buy your book in the era of corona:

Book release midnight parties? Book tour? Book signings? Forget it, they're cancelled before they were even announced.

If you follow its official Twitter, it's been asking you to pre-order the book, and depending on your country, it will show you a list of places to pre-order.

I'm in the US so that's what I'm covering in this post, but those in other countries feel free to reblog and add where it's best to buy the book.

So if you go to songbirdsandsnakes.com, click pre-order, click United States, it will give you several options to buy: Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Books a Million, IndieBound, Target & Walmart for hardcovers (then apple store and audible for ebooks and audiobook versions).

So the most expensive place to buy is IndieBound, which is a network of independent bookstores and you can enter your ZIP code, find the closest one to you, and order directly from their website. If you got that coin or extra stimulus money, consider buying from them since they're the ones who need our business the most.

If you want to cut through any middle man, buy directly from scholastic. BUT note that it doesn't offer free shipping under $25 AND it will likely arrive AFTER may 19, BUT THIS WILL BE TRUE FROM ANY PLACE YOU PRE-ORDER:

Here's target saying it will ship BY MAY 19, you will most definitely not get it by may 19, and with free standard shipping, expect up to a week before it arrives.

Books A Million is the same, it will ship ON May 19, so will likely take longer.

You can Amazon Prime to get it faster and it has the lowest price too (along with Walmart) but it still likely won't come by may 19 and Amazon is shitty to authors and publishers and hasn't Jeff Bezos taken enough of our money already during this time of corona?

Here's Walmart and it says it will arrive by MAY 21.

For me IMO the Goldilocks choice to pre-order the book is at BARNES & NOBLE

It's 29 percent off, you can do curbside pick up if available in your area, ships free with $35 order (idk buy another one for a friend or pay the $5 shipping) AND it's the exclusive edition. Doesn't say what's exclusive about it: different cover art? Additional art work inside? Merch? Bonus content? Not sure but I want it. Edit: bonus content is a readers guide and q&a with Suzanne Collins.

It will likely still arrive after may 19 tho, but any OG hunger games fan on Tumblr know we like to buy the ebook version too coz it's quicker to look up quotes and how we made the hunger games the most highlighted book on Amazon.

Ebooks will likely drop at 12:01 am EST (so west coast take note) along with audiobooks.

I suggest getting the ebooks with the audiobook coz it will be narrated by this guy:

(could I have gotten a better screenshot? Yes)

“Santino Fontana is an accomplished and talented stage and screen actor, as well as an award-winning audiobook narrator. Santino’s range and ability made him a perfect choice to handle a multiplicity of characters, and he brings depth and richness to Suzanne Collins’ extraordinary writing.” said Lori Benton, President, Scholastic Audio.

POTENTIAL SPOILER: we likely mostly will follow Snow all throughout the story, multipov unlikely.

No money? Try audible for free: https://amzn.to/34STmCe

Also start stalking your public library website and request the ebook if they haven't gotten it yet and request it as soon as it becomes available.