#whoever put this fucking book together is an absolute troll

[naradreamt]

me and the fellas got a little bamboozled last night thanks to the closet collection

[queenofnohr]

time for me to talk about auri cock hell yeah hell yeah hell yeah here we go

OBLIGATORY DISCLAIMER: These are my own headcanons. If you want to disagree or whatever, even if something doesn’t make biological sense or whatever, just make your own post and Do Not Fucking Bother Me with your nonsense. These hcs were made specifically because it’s what I think is hot and/or what I’d like as an nb person who isn’t too keen on having any set of binary parts. and i am sharing this with the world because maybe it will awaken something within you all and then you will never be able to look at an auri man with a normal human cock and balls. you will be forever ruined by me and you will have to spread my will to get people to draw the lizard p*rn the only way you can enjoy it now and we will start the revolution

I think auri men have retractable cocks. hemipen(is/es) if you will. you know. like lizards.

i say hemipen(is/es) because i think whoever wants to have their lizard have two dicks should be given that option. i am here to giveth i am not here to taketh away. live your best life. (my own hc is that double dicks are actually pretty rare bc evolution or whatever favored the single dick bc humanoid or whatever *pushes up fake scientist glasses* but still ofc occur just not like. widely)

HOWEVER. i think auri men who only have one hemipenis (because it was evolutionarily beneficial or whatever yes im engaging in fake science suck my cock) still have the vestigial internal sheath their 2nd hemipenis would have been. aka. they have. hole.

this hole is not really visible in any way even when an auri man is aroused (aka the hemipenis they do have is out) because there is one singular genital slit that divides into two sheaths inside. most auri men who grow up away from large auri populations do not know about the sheath (and even if they do, probably not that it can fit anything in there) unless they get adventurous exploring their own bodies

I should say this now. since this is loosely based on actual lizard anatomy. I dont do the whole cloaca thing it’s a little too weird for me and I want to have the lizards have as many holes as possible (in this case. two. anus and the vestigial sheath)

instead of like. bad dragon cocks. or i guess actual lizard cocks (? i actually have not spent that much time looking at lizard anatomy) i. sighs. here we go. *puts on cap that says i was on tumblr in 2012* *leans forward until my lips are touching the mic* i think auri hemipenes should be like......... the homestuck......... troll............ tentabulges. i simply think when two cock-having au ra get together for some fun i think maybe the cocks should be able to lovingly intertwine. also yes this means that au ra with only one cock can engage in mutual penetration

i think both the sheaths themselves produce natural lubrication (obvs when aroused but probably a little even when not aroused. you know. just to keep things clean and not-dry down there) but i also think the cocks themselves would secrete fluids to keep themselves moist when out (aroused). yes i think the vestigial sheaths still secrete fluids even though theres no cock in there anymore. yes you can personally adjust the amount of secretions your auri man produces to be as hot as you want as i said i am simply here to give.

ok so. *pushes up my fake scientist glasses and furiously flips the pages of my fake science book* SO. lizards have two hemipenes not because they use both when fucking (and by that i mean sticking both in a hole). lizards have two because each one is hooked up to a different internal testis. meaning that while mating they can ejaculate with one cock and then switch to the other to continue mating and switch off like that to ensure fertilization. NOW. obviously. that means lizards with two cocks can cum a lot. WHAT MAY NOT BE SO OBVIOUS IS. *buries my face in my hands bc this is absolutely self-indulgent* i think lizards with one hemipenis can cum just as many times as lizards with two cocks (to make the evolutionary favoring of one cock still viable <- this is obviously the apex of my fake biology i obviously just want it bc its hot)

anyway lizards being able to cum so much plus the bullet point above that one about the. secretions. make fucking an auri man a very........ wet. and possibly sticky. experience.

i think i said almost everything i wanted to say so lets end withhhhhhh. ok so. *PUSHES UP MAKE FAKE SCIENCE GLASSES FOR THE LAST TIME* lizards. apparently they got a fair amount of like. dick shapes. like some got spikes some got uhhhhh. they branch? and i assume this is like between species so au ra shouldnt have that much variation except i guess between raen and xaela. HOWEVER. *thows my shitty glasses to the ground and takes out a megaphone* who the fuck cares about that shit this is all fake anyway. i think au ra have a lot of variation to their dicks. fat, skinny, ridged (for pleasure), maybe even with scale clusters?, fan tips, branches, knot (? idk if that would even work with tentabulge but whatever) BRO WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU WANT. go for it. even if you never wanna think about hs again tentabulges were good for p*rn actually lets bring them back

uhhhhhhh thats it for now i guess. you can say things at me if you’d like bc i have more hc but they’re inconsequential to my in-general auri genital hcs and are mostly things i had going for aias specifically. again if you wanna argue about this shit though take it somewhere else i literally dont wanna hear it.

also uhhhhhh this post was for like cis auri men but feel free to co-opt any of this for anything else au ra related. like do you want your auri women (cis or otherwise) to have girlcock tentabulge? go for it. live your dreams. this is simply all my brain can hold rn.

[rabble-dabble]

The Cancer King's Court ~ The Mourning Mother

Kanaya Maryam/The Mourning Mother

This Kanaya got her happy ending.

She made it to Earth C. She married the woman she loved, started a functioning moralliegence with Vriska now that she’s genuinely interested in bettering herself, and set up a peaceful little home in the suburbs. She got John to do her a favor and take her to a God-Tier bed. No one knows for sure how long Rainbow drinkers live and she wants to spare Rose the heartache.

After a few years of being happily married, the couple decides they want a baby, so they adopt a beautiful baby girl. With Rose’s help, Kanaya makes her way through this strange thing humans call motherhood.

Young Stacey Maryam-Lalonde gives her poor mothers many scares growing up. Rose took a photo for all of then.

Rose gave her an eldritch tome when she was five. She ended up summoning a horde of the undead and Kanaya had to cut down hordes of zombies at three am. Rose agreed to wait until she’s older to give the book back.

At age eight, Stacey convinced her teacher to read The Call of Cthulhu to the class. She got suspended. Rose gave her daughter a lecture, even if she was a little bit proud.

At age ten, Stacey met her first bullies. That was the day everyone at school learned that she had a scary vampire goddess for a mother. Her bullies would never forget.

“My dear, are you certain that you didn’t go overboard?”

“You Would’ve Done The Exact Same Thing.”

“…Touche.”

At age twelve, she had to spend the week at her Uncles John and Karkat’s house. John enlisted her to help him prank Karkat. The resulting prank war burnt the house down and the two had to stay at the Maryam-Lalonde household for the week. How those two made it to adulthood, neither Rose nor Kanaya would never know.

At seventeen, Stacey graduate from High School on the high honor roll. During there ceremony, Kanaya whispered to Rose, “This Is The Best Gift You’ve Ever Given Me.” They cried. A lot.

Then cane Stacey’s eighteenth birthday.

It was a camping trip. Jade had nanaged to get Stacey interested in outdoor exploration, so she took her truck and brought her friends out into the forest. Kanaya wanted to chaperone, but Stacey insisted she could handle herself.

“Don’t You Summon The Undead Again Young Lady.”

“Moooom, I was three! I’ll be fine.”

“I Know, I Know. …I’m So Proud Of You.”

While exploring, Stacey discovered a fridge, covered in chains a locked shut.

…Then she discovered the troll inside.

It took three weeks for them to find the bodies.

Rose and Kanaya were never the same after their loss. Their friends did all they could. They paid for the funeral, offered their condolences, checked up on them whenever they could find time. Vriska moved in just to help Kanaya keep her head up. She did everything she could to be there for her moirail, even if she didn’t fully understand this motherhood thing. Even if she didn’t fully understand what Kanaya lost.

Rose turned to drinking, and that was the beginning of the end. After a painful, gradual decline, Rose and Kanaya agreed to separate until Rose can get her addiction sorted out. As Rose leaves her wedding ring on the table, Kanaya has one last thing to say.

“No Matter How Long It Takes, I’ll Wait For You. Because, No Matter What Happens, You’re The Woman I Fell In Love With.”

When the authorities reveal they have a lead on Gamzee, Kanaya decides to take her grief out on him. Vriska tries to warn her against it. She’s been there before. Angry, bitter, and pissed the hell off. But revenge blackens the soul. She learned that the hard way. Kanaya doesn’t listen.

She thought killing Gamzee would give her some kind of relief. Lift up some of the burden. At least, it would make her feel better. But… it doesn’t.

Instead she feels… empty.

She ignored her moirails advice. Her wife is still gone. And Stacey is still dead.

She thought she’d feel better, but now she’s just more lost than ever.

She sits alone with her thoughts and soon finds The Cancer King sitting down next to her.

He promises her her family back, and she agrees.

She sees the atrocities she’ll have to commit abd she agrees.

She sees who Karkat has become and she agrees.

Kanaya is… scary. She’s not the mad zealot that Gamzee is. She’s not carefully trying to avoid going to far, like Terezi or Eridan. She’s just… focused.

She takes no pride or joy in what she does. She never wanted to hurt anyone. But she will have her daughter back.

Kanaya’s relationship with this Rose is… weird. Kanaya is the oldest member of the Court next to Karkat while Rose is one of the youngest. Kanaya knows her Rose intimately, while this Rose hasn’t even met her yet. Kanaya tries not to spoil anything for her sake, aside from a few quips along the lines of “I Am Quite Sure You’ll Make Whoever You Marry A Very Happy Woman” and such. She’s pretty pissed to learn that this Rose did basically nothing wrong and still lost her timeline, so that’s some extra motivation in her tank.

You’d expect Kanaya to be pissed off with Gamzee. But… she’s not. She’s just cold and distant. It’s not like killing him in her timeline got her anywhere. But she’s still curt with him and avoids conversation. Gamzee asks some of the others what her deal is, but they only give him the basics. It’s not their story to tell. Still, Gamzee puts the pieces together and actually finds himself sympathizing a little. He gets this strange, distant feeling that he might know what it’s like to be a parent in a different timeline…

She remains good friends with this version of Terezi and Vriska. She apologizes to Vriska for not heading her advice and Vriska returns the sentiment. They all bond over shared fuck ups and The Scourge Sisters are happy to hear there’s at least one timeline where Vriska managed to turn her attitude around.

Similarly, she has a decent relationship with Tavros. Tavros finds it odd how Kanaya found her revenge unsatisfying when Tavros absolutely revelled in his. 

Kanaya eventually discovers that Karkat could simply revive Stacey right now if he wanted abd tries to demand that he do so. He refuses. The King makes himself clear: you’ll get your daughter back after you help me and not a moment before.

In Kanaya’s mind, she has to agree.

“…I Am Bringing Her Back, Rose. I Do Not Know… How Much It Will Cost Me… But I Am Bringing Her Back. …You Will Always Be The Woman I Fell In Love With. I Just Hope I Am Still The Woman You Fell In Love With When I Return. …I Love You.”

evil john anon when I get my fucking hands on you

HRHRGRHGRHGRHRGHRGHRGRHGRHGRHGRGGRGRGGRGRGRRRRR

i did kanaya in a mourning mother outfits - IM GONNA CRY IM GONNA CRY - just a fade that I thought looked cool and her wings and her mourning veil - OH GOD THE TEARS IM AJHHAGRGRGARGHRGRGH - just in a little suit vest and hat and

IT GETS SADDER AND SADDER AND I HAVE NEVER FELT MORE SADDENING RAGE RIGHT NOW THIS IS HORRIBLELY WONDERFUL

the moment I read that stacey found the fridge and opened it I wanted to S C R E A M

and then the NEXT FYCKJING LINE LIHENMMMJNKLHKJHKHBFKBSHFB

WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON GAMZEE MAKARA THE BARD IN THE FRIDGE

UNSPEAKABLE INHUMANE THINGS SHALL BE DONE

VENGANCE I WANT VENGANCE *cries like a baby*

i also drew stacey BUT EVIL JOHN ANON IF YOURE OUT THERE IM GONNA THROTTLE YOU LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO THIS POOR GIRL *SOB*

[nah-she-didnt]

okay, so all i want is for remus to have a crush on reader or whoever . you can do absolutely anything with this remus just has a really big crush on her and he notices things about her personality and all. fluff because I also want them to like kiss at the end of this all.

Okay here’s the deal anon, I owe you an apology because I’m almost certain that the following story is not what you had in mind. I headcanon that Sirius is gay and Remus is bisexual or pansexual (I also headcanon that Tonks is NB, and I do ship Remadora to a point, but that’s beside the point). So while this might not be exactly what you intended, it’s the story that came to me, so I hope you enjoy! 

Please Send Me Prompts My Inbox Is Sad And Empty 

Firsts

In the three previous years, James had partnered with Sirius in Herbology and Remus with Peter. This was generally how lesson pairs broke down between the four friends, partly because James and Sirius had so much fun goofing off together and partly because Remus wanted to actually concentrate on the professor during lessons. Fourth year, however, was different. 

The first day of classes began like any other. The bright September sun followed the four of them across the grounds into Greenhouse 2 for their first Herbology lesson of term.

“I hope we do Devil’s Snare this year,�� Sirius grinned mischievously. 

“God, I don’t,” Peter paled, “imagine if it got you and never let go.” 

“Don’t worry, Pete,” James beamed as he threw glances to the group of Gryffindor girls ahead of them, also on their way to Herbology, “we’d visit you all the time, bring you biscuits, everything.” 

“Fuck off,” grumbled Pete. He’d been in a foul mood all day after their disastrous first Potions lesson where he’d managed to melt his brand-new cauldron. 

“Someone’s grumpy!” Sirius declared as they crossed the threshold into Greenhouse 2, “don’t worry, Pete, I’ll tell you a joke to cheer you up. Have you ever heard about the troll, the hag, and the leprechaun who all go into a bar-” 

“Remus?” 

Remus doubled back, not sorry to miss the rest of Sirius’ joke. Amelia Bones stood a few feet away, wearing a pretty blue hair ribbon to match her Ravenclaw tie. She was twisting her hands nervously over her stomach, and he noticed that she was blushing slightly. The effect the flush had underneath her freckles was quite nice. 

“Hi Amelia,” he squeaked, trying to sound more confident than he felt, “what’s up? How was your summer?” 

“Erm, not bad,” she smiled sweetly up at him, “I was wondering if…” 

“Oi, Remus!” Sirius called across the room, “Pete saved you a seat.” James and Peter snickered behind Sirius, clearly in on the joke to make him look a fool in front of Amelia.

Remus waved them off and turned his attention back to Amelia. “Sorry, ignore them. What were you wondering?” 

She went from pink to red at his words. “I was wondering if… you wanted to be my Herbology partner this year.” 

Remus blinked. “Oh,” he said, unsure if he understood her properly, “um, yeah, alright. You mean all year?” 

She looked stunned at his words. “Oh, yeah, if you wanted…” 

“I do,” he said quickly. To his annoyance, he felt his hand fly to his hair, just like James did when he talked to a girl. “Yeah. I’d like that, Amelia.” 

She beamed at him. “Great! Well, I guess we should get on with it, then,” and she gestured to a pair of empty chairs. 

--

And so they sat together in the Greenhouse. Their conversations were awkward at first. They kept running into long pauses between their feeble attempts at small talk. Remus always kicked himself when he couldn’t decide what to say. He couldn’t tell too many stories, so much of his life had to be kept secret. He couldn’t very well tell her why he looked so tired that one Wednesday after the Full Moon, nor where he had gotten a particularly nasty scar that stretched across the back of his right hand. He was sure she’d get bored of him eventually, but lesson after lesson there she was, smiling from the seat next to him. She didn’t seem to care that he had little to say, because after a few weeks she talked enough for the both of them. 

She told him about her mother’s work in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Remus braced himself at this. He knew that the Department was none too friendly towards werewolves, but the topic never came up. She told him that she wanted to head the Department herself someday. 

“Yeah?” he grinned, “you want to work in magical law?” 

She smiled as she misted a rosebush with a spray bottle. “It’s the only thing I can imagine doing, you know, with everything that’s going on.” 

Remus nodded. That was one of the things he liked about Amelia. She had parents in the Ministry. She knew about the war that was surely coming, and she wasn’t afraid. She’d told him once that she’d give her life to protect others if it came to it. 

“Sounds like you should have been in Gryffindor,” he’d told her at this.

“Nah,” she laughed, “you lot are too aggressive. Give me a book over a fight any day.” 

Remus pretended to look wounded. “Not all of us are like that.” 

He stopped his work on the engorged Venus Flytrap in front of him and glanced sideways at her. Her large blue eyes studied him carefully as if she were making up her mind. “No,” she almost whispered, “I suppose you’re not, are you?” 

--

That night in the Common Room found the boys sitting around the roaring fire. James and Sirius played a game of Exploding Snap while Peter watched, clapping his hands and cheering loudly when one of the players had a particularly impressive move. Remus stared into the fire, the book he had been reading lay forgotten in his lap. 

“Moony,” James called, waking Remus from his daydream about Herbology that day, “what’s got your face look all crumpled like that?”

“Isn’t it obvious,” grumbled Sirius, “Bones. Again. Am I wrong?” 

Remus was sure his cheeks had turned dark red at this comment. “No.”

Sirius grimaced. “See? Told you.” 

James laughed out loud. “Remus? In love? I never thought I’d see the day.” 

“Not in love,” Remus argued, trying to regain some of his dignity, “in….like, I suppose.” 

“Like...you want to shag her brains out, do you mean?” Peter chuckled. 

“Don’t be gross,” Remus tossed his book at Peter’s head, which unfortunately missed. “She’s funny, that’s all.” 

“Funny?” Said Sirius incredulously, “I’ve never heard her be funny.” 

“Have you ever even talked to her?” Remus frowned. He didn’t know why Sirius was being so nasty.

“‘Course I have,” Sirius muttered, “she seems boring if you ask me.” 

“Well, good thing no one asked you, then,” Remus snapped. He wasn’t interested in dealing with one of Sirius’ moods today. Amelia was a nice girl. She had a good heart and she cared about the things Remus cared about. Sirius was just jealous for whatever reason. 

Sirius jumped to his feet. “Well, if you’re going to blab on about her all night, I’m going to bed.” 

Remus rolled his eyes. “What, and deprive us of your pleasant company?” 

Sirius glared at him, then stomped off up the stairs. 

James stared after his friend. “What was that about?” 

“No idea,” Remus gestured to Peter for his book back, then went back to pretending to read in front of the fire. Really, if Sirius had a problem with Amelia, who cared. 

But he did care. 

--

The ground had frozen solid already, a sure sign that winter approached. Amelia had insisted that they study for their Herbology exam down by the black lake. He wasn’t sure why they had to be outside, but she’d lit a fire that floated several inches above the blanket she laid out for them which provided a buffer of warmth against the brisk wind. 

“Name the Kingdom, Order, and Family of Crataegus, give its common name, and list its magical properties,” Amelia recited from her textbook. 

Remus screwed up his face in concentration. 

“Let’s see...Crataegus, also known as Hawthorn, Kingdom is Plantae, Order is Rosales, and Family is Rosaceae. In ancient times Muggles believed the Hawhotrn had magical properties of rebirth and fertility, and Wizards use its elements in draughts to strengthen the heart,” He glanced at Amelia, “how’d I do?” 

“Brilliant,” she beamed, snapping her book shut. She stretched her legs so that her shoeless feet reached towards the Black Lake. “Let’s take a break, I’m exhausted.” 

“Up all night reading, were you?” he teased.

She tried her best not to smile, but the corners of her mouth gave her away. “If you must know… yes. I couldn’t put down our Transfiguration textbook.” 

Remus gaped at her. “Oh come on!” he laughed, “there’s being studious, and there’s being a bloody nerd!” 

She looked at him in disbelief. “Traitor! I would have thought you, of all people, would understand.” Something changed in her face when she said this. She seemed to grow softer, more earnest. She looked at him as if he were supposed to gain some greater understanding from her words. 

Remus laughed nervously. “Well, I like bloody nerds.” 

“Yeah?” she whispered. She drew closer to him by the second, her eyes boring into his. 

“Yeah,” he breathed. He knew what she wanted from him, and he was pretty sure he wanted it too. 

Their lips met across the space between them. Her skin was warm, and her lips moved naturally against his own. It was a nice feeling, and he kissed her back with interest. His stomach swooped when she gently tugged at his bottom lip with her teeth. He lifted a hand to her cheek and rested it there, gently pulling her closer. 

--

“You WHAT?” 

Remus did not look up from his book. “We kissed. Alright?” 

James stared at him open-mouthed. “How!” he howled, like a child who had a toy taken away by a fed-up parent, “how are you the first one to kiss a girl of the four of us? You’re afraid of girls!” 

“Apparently not,” Remus grinned despite himself. It was true, he’d never been a flirt. But it seemed that James’ strategy of annoying girls until they liked him hadn’t quite paid off yet. 

“And how was it?” Sirius barked across the room from his spot on his four-poster. He still had that strange, hard edge to his voice. He’d been that way for a few weeks now. 

Remus shrugged. “It was nice.” 

“Just nice?” cried Peter, who looked like he was about to explode, “Come on, we need more than that!” 

Remus thought back to the moment down by the lake. “It was...unexpected.” 

“Was it everything you’d ever dreamed of?” Sirius drawled in a bored voice. 

Remus shot him a dirty look. “And if it was?” 

Sirius scoffed. “I doubt it.” 

“Look,” Remus said angrily, “I don’t know what your problem is, but I’m sick of this. You’ve been sulking around me for weeks. I don’t know if it’s jealousy, or-”

“Jealous?” Sirius’ eyes flashed with anger, “you think I’m jealous of her?” 

Remus faltered. “No,” he stammered, “I meant-” 

But Sirius cut him off. “Of course, I didn’t mean,” he took a breath, “I just don’t want you lording it over the rest of us, alright? That you’ve got a girlfriend, or whatever. Us Marauders have more important things to think about.” And with that, Sirius tore the hangings around his bed closed with a huff. 

Remus stared at the spot Sirius had been feeling shaken. What had Sirius meant, “you think I’m jealous of her?” 

“Let him sleep it off, mate,” James said uneasily, glancing at the closed hangings around his friend’s bed, “he’s just in a mood.” 

“Fuck off, James,” Sirius called from out of sight. 

James sighed, threw Remus one more apologetic look, then began to get ready for bed. 

Remus sat quite still for a moment. Just minutes ago he could think of nothing but Amelia. Now, Sirius filled his brain. They fought so rarely, it was hard to believe that his kiss with Amelia had made Sirius so angry. After a while, Remus realized he was the last boy awake in the dormitory. Confused and upset, he got to his feet and turned out the light.

[lovelessmako]

Ve Chapter 6

The one where they meet!

The first thing Kivet noticed when he approached the town was a large crowd with the sound of clanging coins coming from the center. Upon getting closer, he was able to see a young woman in the center, scantily dressed in clothes adorned with beads and other noisey items. They clinked together as she danced in a fluid motion around the makeshift stage. Upon first inspection, she was a basic Troll. Blue skin and large horns. What gained his attention, however, was a pair of large speckled wings upon her back. Only Ve had wings upon their back; harpies had theirs connected to their arms. Ve had been known to take the form of other species in order to blend in, but they usually kept their wings showing out of pride. This woman must've been the Ve that the Dyrad had told him about. She caught his eye and smirked. He continued to watch until she finished her hypnotic dance. She smiled to the crowd, flashing her sharp teeth, and walked around collecting coins from her fans.

She turned back to Kivet and smoothly walked over to him.

"Ve." She spoke gently, like a relived mother. "I haven't seen a living Ve in quite some time."

"I've encountered many fallen as well." He wasn't sure why she was speaking aloud but assumed it was simply habit and did the same.

"You're too late."

He froze, "too late for what?"

"The Duke. You're here to kill him, correct?"

She noticed his shocked expression and let out a small laugh. "Why else would a Ve be here?"

She had a point, "so he ran?"

"Oh no, I got him. Nobility aren't that great at fighting. Only took about an hour to break in and off him."

He was impressed, beautiful and strong; everything a Ve could want in a woman. Was he swooning? He felt like he was swooning. The Troll features weren't ideal, but they likely helped her to earn more money among the locals. The light blue etchings around her skin formed what he knew to be called tears as well as a crown. The crown marking was something that only Troll nobility had and he was even more impressed that she was able to replicate the three half circles. Down her arms were swirls of markings he didn't know the name of, and even her stomach was littered in swipes. It was like a master painter, proud of her work.

"You're staring at me."

He hadn't realized that he was making her uncomfortable."nice uh," he gestured vaguely at her, "art."

She laughed, a dark hearty sound, "are you calling me art?" After a minute she took pity on his stuttering. "You know, I had a lot of fun taking on that duke. How about a friendly competition? We both take on another target and whoever kills them first wins?"

She actually LIKED killing?! Just what had he gotten himself into? "I dont normally go after targets. I mostly just get rid of random mutts I come across."

She wrinkled her nose in thought, "that could be fun. More of a challenge to find people...and won't know what to expect...very well!" Her teeth glistened dangerously as you made her decision, "I accept those terms."

It didn't take long for the girl, Kivet realized he still didn't know her name, to find a target. She walked along, seductively, putting slightly more than neccessary emphasis on the movement of her hips as she walked with her shoulders back as to draw more attention to her chest. A chest that Kivet embarrassingly realized could be seen through the thin fabric. The victim was an intoxicated human that had come to flirt with her. Kivet watched in shock as she rubbed against him in a sinful manner, letting out small moans when he grabbed her back. While he was distracted with her breasts, she brought a hand to his neck and jammed what appeared to be a letter opener into the flesh there before quickly pulling it back out.

"You bitch!" She yelped, suprised to see that she didn't succeed. Didn't she know that neck injuries had to be precise? Humans have been known to live upwards of 20 minutes after a wound like that. And, while force was applied, the blade was too dull to do any real damage so long as the human managed to stop the bleeding. The human swung at her and she quickly turned to smoke to avoid the blow. Both parties appeared very confused by the ability and Kivet cursed the academy she had went to for not teaching her about such a basic skill.

Kivet ran forward to grab the human's shoulder and recieved an elbow to the nose as punishment. The distraction gave her an opportunity to slam her head into their's, knocking them out and to the ground. All in all a messy situation that gained a lot of attention. Kivet sidestepped the unconcious man and laced the fingers of one hand with those of the stumbling and stunned woman, using his other hand to try and cull the blood from his own nose.

Nobody in the crowd stepped forward but Kivet caught a shouted "fucking whore" and made a mental note to come back for the man later.

Once they were out of ear and eyeshot, Kivet snapped, the area around him turning shadowy as the grass under his feet quickly turned brown. "What did you think you were doing?!"

She flinched and yanked her hand back, "I read it in a book..."

"Back. Of. The. Neck! At the base of the skull. And not with something so dull. And intoxicated people are the WORST targets. They have some kind of immunity to most physical attacks. You should've learned that in Academy!" He softens seeing how she was refusing to meet his eyes. She mumbled something. "Out with it then."

"I said I never went to Academy..."

"But it's the law! Everyone has to go! Your parents should've signed you up at 15."

"They died when I was a baby. I was raised by humans. Until a few years ago that is, then it was a Golem." It was against the law to interact with a Ve unless absolutely necessary. Still, she was alive because of them. "No other family either," she continued, "other than siblings."

"If you didn't receive the proper training then why are you fighting? You could get hurt."

She huffed, trying to save face by acting annoyed. "That Golem owned me for years. I want to fight. To feel strong for once."

"Owned?" Rage started to bubble up. Humans were fucked up creatures but surely they wouldn't sell someone they were tasked with raising.

"I don't want to talk about it. Let's just focus on our next target."

"I...never got your name." It was stupid of him to not ask earlier.

She seemed suprised as if she had only just realized it herself. "Is..Isaac."

It sounded off to Kivet but perhaps it was simply a human name. "Kivet of the  Broknsawv clan. What is your clan, Isaac?"

"I uh..I don't know." She didn't even know her clan?! This poor woman.

"That's alright. We can figure it out together."

"Wait!" She seemed excited, "I'm coming with you? Even after I fucked up!?"

"Of course. What kind of jerk would I be to leave you here? Besides, you still have to show me how you took down that noble and his guards."

[battlestar-royco]

sj/m gets criticism on both her behavior and her books. And stans still managed to say its bc of misogyny (ironic much). Dont they see the pattern? Like do they seriously believe that everyone decided to just pick on sarah bc she’s a woman. Can’t they use a bit of logic and see that if so many ppl speak up about her and how bad her books are then maybe.... it might be true ?

I’ve seen stans say that anti pick on sarah bc she’s a famous woman. That of she was a man they would leave her alone. But i dont know that many famous men YA writers sooo. And even then like, the books just suck ya know ? Idk i feel like they’re reaching at this point.

Lumping these two together because they’re really similar and they came at about the same time.

Nothing infuriates me more than people reducing constructive criticism to something like discrimination. INTERSECTIONALITY IS A THING FFS. In fandom, white women actors and writers often get a pass for the problematic shit they do and get praised for doing the ABSOLUTE BARE MINIMUM. I’m sure you’ve all seen those posts of Natalie Portman or Jennifer Lawrence or Scarlett Johansson or whoever the fuck conventionally attractive white actress smirking at a camera and being praised for being a feminist by literally not even saying anything, just smirking, at a sexist comment that someone made against them!!! Then those same actors will turn around and participate in whitewashing or cultural appropriation or some mess. Meanwhile, actors and writers of color never get as much support from fans and they have to deal with all the combined racist and sexist trolls (like Kelly Marie Tran, Viola Davis, Danai Gurira, Lupita Nyong’o, Zendaya, and so many more) all while actively calling out discrimination and trying to be role models for their fans. Then when POC/queer fans call out white women, all their white women fans come out of the woodwork to back her up on the basis that the rest of us are all sexist. The same dynamic is happening here with SJ/M: queer fans, disabled fans, and fans of color calling her out for the unacceptable and harmful stuff she puts in her books, and then stans coming at us and saying we’re sexist. No. Also, holy fuck I just LOVE how stans conveniently and repeatedly refuse to acknowledge the fact that while most SJ/M antis focus their blog on SJ/M content, almost all of us have extensive criticism of other writers and fandoms (many of them men/dominated by men), and praise other women in YA constantly. We specifically focus on SJ/M not because she is a woman but because she is the only major YA author who has consistently degraded in writing quality, diversity, and fan treatment throughout her career.

While YES OF COURSE SJ/M gets some incredibly misogynistic criticism (like, when the Q0S TV show announcement came out, a lot of male G0T fans were trolling in the comments making fun of the way she looks and how T0G is just a watered-down “girly” version of G0T), it’s not from antis. Reducing her books to a “girly” or “inferior” series because she is a woman, holding her worldbuilding and plotting to a higher standard because she is a woman, and saying the books are stupid because they have a majority feminine audience would be sexist. Additionally, the sexism lauded at SJ/M throughout her career absolutely does not cancel out the harmful shit she puts in her books! SJ/M antis (at least in my circles) do not criticize SJ/M as a woman. We criticize her work and the themes of abuse, racism, sexism, ableism, transphobia, and more that can be found within her writing. Calling out a white, cishet, privileged woman for the discrimination she puts in her books is NOT sexist. We are under no obligation to support white women who actively contribute to our discrimination.