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simp-ly-writes · 1 month ago

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Love and Zombies (pt.2)

─────── · · A Smosh FanFic

Pairing: Spencer "Brody" Agnew x gn!Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: Your's and Spencers journey continues, what new characters will you meet, what secrets will be uncovered, and in the end, was it all just an act? Or was something really there?

─ · · TAGS: gender-neutral pronouns, enemies to lovers, protectiveness, jealousy, angst, tension, fluff, light swearing, mutual pining, confessions, friends to lovers, cheesy, social media au (near the end).

─ · · MASTERLIST | TAGLIST REQUEST | WORDCOUNT: 3,431 | PART ONE

─ · · A/N: Happy Thanksgiving Long Weekend to all my fellow Canadians out there!! Please stay safe and have a relaxing time 🫶 (y/c/n) = your characters name.

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Rushing towards the kitchen you waved hello to Ian and Anthony quickly before standing in line for a cup of coffee, staring at your phone as you checked your messages a tap on your shoulder had you looking up to see Spencer, with multiple coffee's in hand.

"Pour Moi?" you joked in a poor French accent, raising a brow. "Qui, c'est pour toi," Spencer replied in equally broken French, handing you the coffee before moving to an open table with your stocked plates. "How are you finding things in front of camera?" Spencer asked after swallowing down a bite as you held up your hand to swallow and replied, "Its... different." Struggling to find the right expression.

"Like I mean, it's fun but i'm nervous people won't like me in the video whenever this'll come out. My character kinda is... well a bit naïve in some ways and what if they-"

Spencer reached over the table, grabbing your hand as your sentence gradually slowed to a halt. "I think people are going to love your character and not to brag or anything but our dynamic? perfect concept and execution and something they have not really seen a lot of before. And hell, if they hate it then they hate it but you are having fun right?"

"Yes, a load of fun actually," you smile, nodding your head along to his words, your heart having yet to slow as he gives your hand once last squeeze, "good, that's all that matters," before letting go.

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Back in front of the cameras and bright lights, you turned surprised to see Shayne sitting back across from you as you took to your seats. "And here I was thinking you were dead as dust?" you commented with a sarcastic tone, squinting your eyes as you examined Shaynes outfit yet finding no clues.

"Save it for when the cameras start rolling, I have something good planned," he replies before going to find Courtney so that the shoot can start. "Cast to positions," Alex calls from behind a monitor, observing the various camera angels for any faults before counting you all in for an introduction that Spencer takes.

"Hello and welcome back to Smosh Dread or Smosh Verses Zombies, I don't know what title we are calling this just yet. And here I am joined by both some familiar faces..." his arm drapes across the back of your chair with a smug expression and you can't help but stare at the reflection in his glasses and the freckles underneath his eye- "and a new one as well it seems..."

"Whassap???" Shayne strains his voice, it cracking yet sounding like he is higher than any plane in the sky. "My names Ronnie and I-ah, I don't actually remember why the fuck i'm here but this is chill, i guess-"

"We almost got mauled by zombies and took you off the side of the street just in time and all you have to say about this all is that its chill?" Courtney asks, tone raising to an accusatory one as she places her hands on her hips, eyebrows furrowed. "Uhhh, well... yeahhh, I guess?"

"You guess?"

"Yeah... I gue-"

"Alrightly!" you clap your hands bringing everyones eyes to you, "I say we keep heading towards the bay, thats were they are housing the cure and everyone else thats safe... right?" You look into everyones eyes at the table before holding Spencer- Brody's gaze.

"Sounds right to me babe, now lets get our asses back into the truck and make a move," Spencer rallies, sending you a wink that has your cheeks warming, your hands rushing to cover them in time as his hand falls to your shoulder, rubbing small circles of encouragement for you to show your face once again. "Wait... what direction are we heading in again, babe?"

And all romance was lost once more, shooting your head up to glare at your... boyfriend? Are we canonically dating now, or? You shake your head to get rid of the thoughts, already forgetting the context of the situation you are in as Brody groans beside you. "I'm just double checking, sheesh. No need to get all moody on me-"

"You like me when I'm moody, it's why we got together in the first place," you retort with a bite, you both seemingly have forgotten the other two players and Dungeon Master at the table as they all look back and fourth between one another, allowing the scene to play out in front of them live. "You're right," Brody said back, tone noticeably a lot softer and so was your gaze.

"This is like the first time you have agreed with me openly!" you announce, eyes pressing into a toothy grin watching his eyes roll and cheeks paint themselves pink as well. What I wouldn't give to kiss you on the cheek right now, is all you can think to yourself, mindlessly nodding along to what George Primavera, the Dungeon Master had been saying as you sneak looks at Spencer- Brody.

And seemingly knowing what you were thinking in that exact moment, your eyes meet before Spencers are dropping to your lips with a shake of his head that has you pinching yourself.

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The game continues and so does your's and Spencers small touches that have you questioning when the acting stopped, or at least on your behalf as you allow your cheeks to consistently warm and your head to drop to his shoulder as you observed Courtney pull a brick from the tower. Your hand gripping his fore arm anxiously, his fingertips from his other hand grazing the back of your hand gently.

There is no way he is this good, right? You question to yourself, breath hitching as Spencers hand moves to interlace with your own as the tower shakes you press something up into the sleeve of Brody's shirt. "Please, be careful!" you call out, eyes blinking rapidly as you will yourself to tears.

"Zombies are banging on the door, if you do not successfully pull in the next 10 seconds Savanah, I will be counting it as an automatic loss," George announces and you choke back a sob. "Savanah, please, I believe in you!"

"Shut up babe, let her focus. She dosen't need to hear you yelling her name but you can scream-" you place your hand overtop of Brodys mouth with a glare before he kisses the inside of your hand that has you shaking the "germs" away with mock disgust.

Once Savanah had successfully pulled to all of the tables cheers you turned to Spencer as Savanah and Ronnie held their own conversation, you both trying to find the next best past forwards as the roads were completely ruined up ahead.

"I thought you were not into all the physical lovey-dovey stuff, Brody?" you teased, interlacing your fingers will fighting off a school-girl like giggle that had your company gagging obnoxiously from across the table as you both moved to flip them the bird.

"Eh, erm-" Brody struggled for words, starting to pull away from your touch, starting to feel small before you yanked him closer than before, your noses brushing up against one another. Spencers mouth proceeds to open and close like a fish out of water as you cup his cheek, enjoying the corse texture of his stubble against your palm.

"I-uh, only like it with you I guess, and only you..." Brody mumbles the end of his sentence, seemingly unsure of himself as he does his best to look anywhere but your eyes, catching your lips consistently.

"Sorry, I didn't manage that last part, what did you say about me in particular?" you push that bit forward, loving the way his glasses start to tip forwards, the perfect blend of hazel, green, and blue mixing into your own.

"Can we drop this, please?" Brody asks, feeling himself begin to sweat more as he forces his eyes closed, feeling the stares from everyone in the room including your own. "Okay," you add sweetly and in an understanding tone, dropping the questioning and his face before taking back to the game.

"I've got it!" Savanah then quickly details the rest of plan and to the Dungeon Masters approval, you all are making your way to the docks.

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Once arriving at the docks a small boat rocks back and fourth, unsteady in the rigid waters as rain splatters against your cheeks, the slight acidity of the water burning your skin as you press the neckline of your jacket closer to your face. Spencer moves his baseball cap to your head as you smile in thanks before taking his hand and guiding yourself onto the abandoned boat.

"We sure this won't sink?" you question, knees suddenly feeling weak as Brody fixes his hair out of his face and the boat starts to rock more violently against the dock, water splashing up and inside.

"That's why we have you going on first-"

"Oh wow, thanks honey, really feeling the love right now," you say back, not bothering to tone down your irritation as Brody steps in sitting across from you and by one of the paddles, Samantha beside him taking the other and Ronnie joining you by your side.

"Look, she's-a-holdin'" Ronnie comments, tipping up a fictional drink to Spencer before calling out random commands. "Mush, mush, brush, brush, uh? push push- wait not. ROW motherfuckers ROW!" Ronnie begins to stand with newfound enthusiasm before you are reaching over the table and pressing his shoulders down and back into his seat.

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A few life or death experiences later as Brody solved them all with you a step protectively behind him and the new shotgun he discovered. The pursuit to the base was easier as ever... a bit too easy as you typed in the code you found within Benardos pockets and viola!

The doors steamed and hissed opened before slamming with a heavy roar behind your small group. The lights then appeared on with every step you took, the past off just a second later. There was a faint humming that you couldn't pin point as the seemingly endless hallway of grey concrete walls, floors, and ceilings made the perception of time nearly impossible if it not for Ronnie complaining about having the munchies every five minutes.

"I think this is where we need..." your sentence came to falling halt. The boulder of momentum you all had been forcing up this stories hill now coming crashing down and chasing back after you. Its engagement only in a moments matter of time and it was ever approach as a figure emerged from the dark expanse of the room, a singular toarch they carried a glock in the other as the metal came in between your eyes. The features of this person coming into light and... your stomache dropped, you heard the safety of someones gun flick off and the sound of a pin could drop in that moment.

"You're dead, was all you could formulate to say..." an overwhelming feeling of nauseau tore its way through your system with vengence. "Then I wouldn't be here right? Just like you wouldn't be, is that not right? As you can see I am perfectly alive, child of mine. Now what friends have you brought to me today-"

"No." you put down your foot even when still at the barrels end, the smirk they sent, pushing your forehead to have you staggering back and into the awaiting arms of Brody behind you before being pulled back by the lapels of your jacket with great force. "No?" they mock.

"No?" they say as a state rather than a question. "No?" they chuckle to your horror. And "No." you confirm.

"You do know regardless if they make it out of here or not, they all will hate you in some degree by the end of this, child. They do not understand the cure that is us as you are undeserving of anyones love but my own-"

"You disgust me, father/mother," you bite back, hands shaking as a thousand memories come back to you being strapped to various informal medical technologies. Your skin bruised by the needles of a thousand experiments, some faulting to the plague you all knew todays as the zombies and yet you managed to healthy take the dose, take in the ability to evolve.

The idea that got forced down not spewing up new red hot tears from the corners of your eyes. "And you are to disgust them, do you know, companions of my child that your friend... or I see lover that they are exhibit A, the core and centre to all this destruction? And isn't it glorious, through a singular serum- nobody shall every become someone like us if we do not choose to, impenetrable to any human disease, sickness, or... death. The world shall rot at our feet so that we can rebuild it a better new!"

You refuse to look back on what you assume to be eyes of disgust landing on you as you fall to your knees, sobbing at your parents feet. The gun stays at your head, caressing the hair from out of your face as you wince at the cold metal greeting your features. BANG BANG

The bullets echo across the man-made landscape and disappear. You hear a groan and a stumble before metal is pressed to your forehead again, "nice try, but you seemed to have already forgotten my speech and have so rudely interrupted. You see, to end this all, YES! the cruelest trick of them all, you must kill us both at the same time. How joyous is that! And now you all must decide, its either you take us both, or I take all of you... its up to you~" your parent cackles as Brody grunts out in displeasure, barrels ready to shoot once more at your parental figure before Savanah is pulling him back once more.

"there has to be another way-" Savanah begins to ramble and rattle off an endless stream of ideas that are met with no answers or explanations.

"there is no other way..." you announce, eyes still kept to your ground yet head tilting to your left side praying they catch on. "do it, please," you ask, watching as your parent grins with glee. "yes, do it!" they copy your tone with an additional theatrical performance. Brody contemplates, eyes taking in to observe your form for what could be the last time... but after all this time you both have spent together through countless arguments, play fights and near kisses. He knew they could not have all been for nothing...

serum... if only we decide... evolve... zombies... dread... and with a sharp intake of breath BANG BANG, it echos in a silent scream.

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And that scream follows you as you awaken, not a singular syllable falling from your lips before arms are being wrapped around your frame and that familiar scent of aftershave, cigerettes, and motor oil have your eyes welling up with tears of relief.

"I knew you would catch on," you manage to croak out as Spencer had yet to speak, he just holds you tightly, shaking slightly ebfore whispering in your ear, "never to that again, that was so not cool, babe." Right before Savanah and Ronnie both burst into the room. "Science fucking Rules!" Ronnie cheers as you all burst out in laughter. Savanah still looks around confused, "so like... what actually happened? I still don't get the whole picture of how we all are like alive?"

"Well, if that serum can prevent you from somehow dying... why couldn't it also bring you back to life?" Brody explains as if it were the sky being blue as you shake your head. "Well I actually pressed the serum into his sleeve before we all entered the truck again, I was planning on telling him and asking him to be my... boyfriend before all of literal hell broke lose," you end your sentence with a laugh leading into a cough as Spencer reaches down below the table, pressing a water bottle into your face as you offer him a smile in thanks.

You all sit there in the silence and protection of the bunker. Allowing yourselves to relax for the first time in what felt like forever go by. "So how're we going to solve this Zombie issue?" Savanah perks up once more to everyones shrugs.

"Well, that was the last of the serum I know of... how does space sound?" you ask in a half joking half not tone as Spencer pulls you that bit closer, his eyes holding a lightness to them you had never seen before George was outroing and the moment was broken.

"Thank you all for joining us on this epically wild adventure, and I hope you all will join us again from when Smosh Dread returns- this time to outer space! Like, Subscribe, Share this Video with your Friends and remember friends... to drink water!"

"And thats a wrap!" Alex yelled out from behind camera as everyone clapped and cheered. You shook hands with George and sent smiles to your fellow cast mates Shayne and Courtney before your gaze casted down realizing that Spencer had already left.

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When finally out of costumer, make-up, and packing up the last things at your desk for the day, you were startled to find Spencer still in the office. You both seemingly the last to leave. "Hey, do you have a moment?" Spencer asks you, waving you down as you pick up your pace and meet him by the door. "What's up?"

"I really meant that you were a good actor by the way..."

"I stopped acting a long time ago, actually," you reply, shuffling your feet and Spencer drags a hand through his hair, an awkward tension only growing as the seconds tick by into minutes and you both start speaking at once.

"You go first," Spencer says, taking a half step closer to you as you lean your face in intently, as if to tell a secret. "I really like you, Spencer more so than Brody, more so than anyone I've known."

"I like you too, more than any character you could play, more than... yeah" Spencer agrees with wide eyes, seemingly as in disbelief of this moment as you were taking your face into his hands as you wrap your arms over his shoulders, checking if one another were tangible. And with one last look, your lips fell to one another in a delicate dance, your breath hitching as your gripped the fabric of his hoodie, sighing into his moan before backing away and gasping for air.

"See you tomorrow?" you say yet it rather comes out like a question. "Would you... want to come over to my place?"

"Yes, actually."

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The End Is Near | Smosh vs. Zombies Finale

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username01 anyone else swear that (name) and Spencer were going to kiss at the end? They must be some hella good actors for all that chemistry to be faked...

username09 OMG THAT PLOT-TWIST??? I ATE THAT SHIT UP-

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username45 wheres the compilations when you need them?! 😭 I NEED THE EDITS PEOPLE 😭

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↳ username41 making the petition now, please sign the link! ↳ username11 sir, yes, sir! 🫡

username81 Shaynes new character had me wheezing uncontrollably, I needed my inhaler after this one /positive 😂

username07 Not jealous and Protective Spencer getting me all worked up at a Wendys 🥰

↳ username09 that is straight WILD.

username00 The soundtrack, the effects, the editing. 10/10 production from the Smosh team/crew. Need more long form content and series like this on the channel. We beg! 🙏

username23 (name) and Spencer sittin' in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G

username50 Savanah is just an underrated character imo.

username10 (name) in TNTL and Bepordy now... please? 🥹

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─ · · A/N: thank you all for the support once again, all these comments make me so giddy! 🥰

─ · · SPENCER AGNEW TAGLIST: @lisiliely @missflufffanfics @little-stitious-studios @thejourneyneverendsx @sibsteria @lizzylynch1

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pro-sipper · 11 months ago

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"Dead Dove: Do Not Eat"

About the tag, the origin, and why I think no one on either side of the fandom divide knows how to use it

First of all, I'm crosstagging because I think it's a general issue, not just something for pro or anti shippers. I see the tag get misused on both sides and I just wanted to throw my two cents in

So, where did the term originate? Like all culturally significant things online, it started as a meme. More specifically, a meme from the television show Arrested Development. Character A has put a dead dove into a brown paper bag to store in the family's fridge. On the bag, he has taped a sign that reads, in big bold letters, "DEAD DOVE. Do Not Eat!"

Character B comes across the bag, reads the warning, and opens it anyway. When he's met with, you guessed it, a dead dove, he proclaims "I don't know what I expected".

This is an example of (and has since basically become the spiritual successor to) the "Exactly What It Says On The Tin" trope.

If you want to check out the full history and countless examples of the trope, please check out the page on tvtropes. But for a slightly shorter history - it originated in a British commercial for Ronseal's Quick Drying Woodstain, which the tin claimed "dried quickly". And in the commercial they told you "It does exactly what it says on the tin!" So, the tin says what the product does, then the product does it. You get the idea.

In fandom spaces, the trope just means that the title of Thing (be it movie, show, fanfic, etc) tells you exactly what happens IN Thing. If a show is called "Buffy The Vampire Slayer", you already know it's about a girl named Buffy who slays vampires. If the movie is called "Cocaine Bear", you can bet a bear will get into some cocaine at some point. If there's a fanfic called "Fluttershy Has Tea With Jesus"... you get the idea.

While both tags started out with the same intentions and meaning, I don't think it's any wonder that "dead dove do not eat" has been so easy to misinterpret. For one, "exactly what it says on the tin" sounds more straightforward. You don't have to understand the specific reference to infer it means to check the label (in this case, tags) before purchasing (opening) the product (fanfic)

But dead dove is harder to understand if you don't know the reference. And at a glance, it sounds much darker. Doves have symbolism in multiple religions, and are seen as a symbol of peace. A dead dove evokes images of gore, violence, general unpleasantness. It must only apply to something sinister, right?

The thing about "exactly what it says on the tin" is that the tin needs to say something. You can't point at a blank label and say "here's what you can expect". People would be much less likely to engage with your product if that were the case

In the same vein, slapping "dead dove do not eat" on a fic with no other tags can lead to confusion. In this tag's case, it's a warning. But what are you warning about if you don't also put it in the tags? It leaves people's minds to conjure up only grim and upsetting images of what might be in your fic. Especially when, as it's also common to do, the tag gets shortened to simply "dead dove".

And while, yes, the tag is most likely to get slapped onto fics with dark or upsetting subject matter, that means something different for everyone who comes across it.

Most people seem to think it only applies to inappropriate relationships (age gap, incest, etc). But I've seen it applied to a variety of things, from potentially triggering material (like suicide) to things that simply may not be everyone's cup of tea (like excessive gross-out toilet humor).

In the end, "dead dove do not eat" is a tag that, in my opinion, should not be used as a descriptor as to what type of content your story contains. But rather, a gentle warning to say "hey, I'm specifically telling you what you're about to encounter, so whatever happens next is up to you".

After all, if you read the warning and still open the bag to find something you don't like...

I don't know what you were expecting.

#proship #proshippers #proshipper #proshipping #antiship #pro ship #anti ship #antishippers #antishipper #anti anti #certainly this will lead to nothing bad #anyway if you disagree or have something to add feel free!#this is just pulling from my own knowledge and experience of what i've seen around #so let me know if you're experiences or observations are different #i would appreciate it

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sundry-whovengerslocked · 10 months ago

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y'all poll, Batfam edition (source)

so I was gonna do this in order of age, but then the tim/cass thing wasn't as funny, so I did it vaguely in order of when they joined the Batfam. except I moved Steph... I dunno. take it as it is, hopefully it's funny!

I considered doing the camp counselor energy one for Babs, but I'm trying not to reuse responses and I already used it in my Doctor Who post.

and yes I fully believe Alfred would be the one writing this poll and purposefully making it silly just to cause chaos. in tandem with my Doctor Who posts does this imply Sarah Jane Smith and Alfred are besties? yes, yes it does. am I mad at it? not at all, that shit is hilarious

disclaimer: I only really know the Batfam from posts and fanfics, so this may be ooc. I know that Dick is definitely a little shit, but I also feel like he gives the appearance of a laid back person and he definitely drinks respect women/enby juice, lol.

huge thanks to @incorrectbatfamandfriends for helping me out! in the title I linked the replies I screenshotted from the original poll, in case you want to try this out yourself!

tag list for the people who made this possible: (sorry if you don't understand, I hope you at least feel included!)

@promiseiwillwrite (somehow your pfp got cut off and I apologize for that, but tbh it makes it funnier because I feel like that's just something that would happen to Bruce)

@saph-has-a-problem

@xellandria

@patricia-the-autism-apprentice

@mauesartetc

@crushpdf

@princessmetroid

@d1phenhydramine

@tomhoppusdelonge

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ladyniniane · 29 days ago

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The worst Greek mythology retelling?

Unless you live in a cave (lucky you), you can't have escaped the wave of Greek mythology retellings. Some are bad, some are good and most of them are mediocre. Among those I've read, one was particularly bad and cringe and we are going to dissect it today.

PSA: As you can see, I didn't include the book's title in the post, nor use specific tags. This post is primarily aimed at me and my mutuals. If you disagree, feel free to block me and mask my username. You're the master of your ship and the only one who can curate your internet experience. Rude comments will be sent to the Tartarus blocked. And I mean, you aren't going to change my mind anyway so don't bother trying😎.

Now that we are done, let me introduce you to this book.

I already see some of you in the back rows being like "But Niniane, why did you bother with this? It's obviously going to be bad!". Well, sometimes I need things that are light and easy to read. Everyone needs to turn their brain off from time to time.

And besides, it looked inoffensive. The idea of modern women being isekaied during the Trojan War is fun. As a writer and enjoyer of OC fanfics, I absolutely love new takes and dynamics with existing characters.

Except that...it wasn't fun at all! Let's dive! And I hope you're prepared because it's gonna be a ride.

-So it starts with the goddesses being fed up with the Trojan War and male egos (Lego des Zhommes if you're French). They decide to find a way to stop the war. So far, so good.

-And their solution is to...send modern women back in time. Yeah, because they think that ancient-era women are too weak and meek. Only independent modern women will be able to handle those strong warriors:

"modern mortal women are different from ancient women [...] they're independent and smart and not used to bowing down and taking orders [...] maidens from the ancient world are not equipped to handle such a man, but I know that modern mortal women are different ---stronger, smarter, more independent."

Yes, you've read correctly.

First of all, it reeks of victim-blaming. If the Trojan women had been more assertive, they could have stopped this. It could have prevented them from being raped and enslaved! They just had to lean in and...Stop, stop. And I'm sorry but those ancient women are more equipped with dealing with that sort of men because they live with them every day. Idk the goddesses could have just...empowered the Trojan women so they could resist? Send the Amazons to help (with more success than in the original myths)? Give them a safe place where they could be protected?

-So, anyway, the heroine is transported in the body of a Trojan princess. But there is another problem. The heroine's friend who transmigrates with her is black. And she gets turned into a white woman. The reason? "Jacqueline’s lovely dark skin would be too hard to explain among the golden Greeks"(sic.). Here, we can see that the author didn't bother doing her research. Many stories regarding the Trojan War have an African king come to the Trojans' aid. The ancient world was furthermore interconnected. So yes, it would have been f*cking easy to explain. And to add insult to injury, our black woman turned white becomes the servant of the main character and is treated as her property.

-So anyway, MC becomes Achilles' war prize. And being a war prize is such a cool and fun life! You can wander around the camp, with no fear of being sexually assaulted!

-MC is a therapist and wants to try to help Achilles. She thus practices hypnosis on him and decides to have sex with him while he's still in that state. So, she basically rapes him. The worst thing: she knows it's wrong, but she does it anyway and she isn't sorry.

-Then, Achilles tells the MC that he has frequent bouts of berserk rage and that he even raped a woman. But he didn't mean to do it. Poor meow meow.

Needless to say, I stopped here. This wasn't fun, this was downright insensitive. The ending is predictable: MC ends up with Achilles and MC's best friend with Patroclus because no one can stay single!

Anyway, that was, imo, the worst Greek mythology retelling.

#book thoughts #livres #i wanted to have fun today

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baksterly · 1 year ago

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“call it fate, call it karma”

part one

18+

part two masterlist

Pairing: GhostFace! Ellie Williams x fem!reader

Summary: Last school year, tests, exams and.. murders are all you think of. But what happens after the killer starts to be interested in you?

A/n: my first fic ahah, I couldn't find ghostface Ellie fanfics that I would like, so I decided to write my own, I tried) The title is based on the song “Call it Fate, Call it Carma” by “Strokes”!

Word count: 4,5k

Warnings: angst, mentions of killing, blood, swearing, stalking, chasing, murdering, (maybe smut, but not in this part), I think that’s all?

Tag list?:

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It all started at school. The beginning of high school, new acquaintances, for example, Ellie Williams. You met by chance after another rugby match where Ellie played on behalf of your school. You've seen her before, she was quite popular among your classmates. During the game on the field, Ellie was not distracted by anything other than the game itself. Endless training was not in vain, on this day she was in excellent shape, but her rivals were not inferior in speed and agility.

You really loved watching women's sports at your school, a certain excitement woke up in you, and your friends used such events as an excuse to distract themselves from studying for upcoming exams and boring subjects. Your friend Jesse noticed how you immersed yourself in the game and were carefully watching the score and the movement of the players on the field. Your eyes darted back and forth, and sweaty palms lay on your knees, squeezing them nervously. For a couple of seconds, Jesse watched you and looked back at the field, then looked at you again and, approaching your ear, said:

- “Hey, who wins?” a small smile formed on his face, and his gaze was fixed on the field.

- "A? Yes, the score is 3:2 in favor of ours,” you replied without taking your eyes off the hypnotizing game.

Jesse nodded in understanding. In addition to him, there were two more friends with you: Chris and Zoe. They discussed the latest news. Another corpse was found near their area, but the perpetrator was never found. You've already heard rumors about ghostface, but school has been extremely stressful lately and you've had enough stress.

Suddenly, everyone started shouting even more than usual and getting up from their seats, which was logical since your school just won! After a few minutes, the crowd around you began to dissipate. You and your friends got up and went down from the stands, heading for the exit, but for a second you stopped.

- “Damn, where are they, did I leave them?”

- “Y/N, are you okay? Have you lost something?" Zoya asked, noticing your absence and finding you a couple of meters behind them.

- "Y-yes.. I think I left my headph-"

*BAM*

Someone from behind hit you hard and you fell on the asphalt, scratching your knees and palms on the rough surface, which left abrasions for sure.

- “Auch! Oh damn it! ..” you howled in pain, not understanding what had just happened

“Oh shit!- Hey, are you okay?? Take my hand, I'll help.. Damn, I'm sorry..” An unknown person stood in front of you on one knee and held out their hand.

It didn't take long to figure out that it was a player from your high school team, which just froze you and instead of reaching out your hand to her and standing up, you just looked at this girl with a surprised look. Your face lost any depressing look in that same second.

- "Are you okay?" she repeated a little awkwardly.

Suddenly you realized that everyone around was looking at you and your brain turned on sharply.

“Ah, uh, y-yes, I’m fine, thanks,” you said, holding out a soiled and slightly bloody hand

- "Oh, your hands.. You need to go to the infirmary, I'll take it, it's my fault that this happened"

- "No no, everything is fine, it doesn't hurt me at all" you stood up, brushing yourself off and oh.. you blushed

- “Hey Els, is everything okay over there??” a loud voice was heard, a couple of girls from her team stood a few meters from you and waited for a reaction from Ellie

- "Yes, yes, go, I'll catch up with you!" Ellie said, following them with her eyes, “Well, are you going?” she asked, carefully observing the slightest changes in your face

- “Y/N, are you okay?” Jessie asked with Zoe and Chris behind him and his eyes immediately darted to Ellie, his brows furrowed. "I thought you were taught to look around in training" he sarcastically addressed Ellie, who, like him, was not happy with his appearance. Before Ellie could protest or say something you answered:

- "Hey Jess, it's okay, I'm going to the infirmary for now, you can go without me, don't worry, I'll call and come to you right after that!"

Ellie's face brightened dramatically and a small smirk appeared on her lips.

“Well, look, we’ll be waiting for you at the “Radio Station” cafe, okay? Call"

Jesse again looked warily into Ellie's eyes, but decided not to add anything and went to exit

You just quietly nodded and your eyes followed your friends to the very exit, after which they met with the eyes of the culprit of what was happening. At that moment, you realized that you had never seen her so close, so also in uniform .. You had to admit, she looked impressive, her disheveled hair and sweat dripping from her forehead and on her neck, all this gave her some charm. You spent the rest of the way getting to know each other, dedicating each other to the details of the latest events in your life. And something happened that became the point of no return in your future relationship: Ellie became interested in you.

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Almost four years have passed since that strange incident, the last year of high school, endless tests and difficult topics have caused you a headache and a lack of free time for friends. You just remained good friends with Ellie and only crossed paths in the corridors of the school, while saying hello without words every time. It has become a daily routine and you were already used to it. But what haunted you was more and more murders in your city, which occurred in almost the same frequency. On the news, security measures are played non-stop, and at school, on the boards, files with information on security and contacts of special services for emergency cases are attached. All this did not give your mind any rest.

*school bell rings*

out of breath, you packed your things and went to the door of the school, the last lesson was unbearable, the math teacher explained the past topic to consolidate, all you could think about now was only dinner and a good movie to finally get away from the mansions of the bustle, but on the way you were caught by Chris

- “Y/N! Wait a minute! Look, you're coming to the party that James Kalin making tonight? Zoya, Jessie and I haven't seen you in a while, is everything okay?"

briefly thinking you answered:

- "Oh hey Chris sorry I'm afraid I'm going to miss another party..tomorrow is a maths test and you know I'm not good at it" your face dropped as it was the seventh party in a row you've missed.

- “Suddenly I understand ... But you know, if your plans change, we will always be happy to see you!” Her eyebrows rose and her face softened, she patted your shoulder for the last time, and you smiled after her.

Nothing foreshadowed trouble, you went home as usual. Having reached the door, you took out the keys and put them in the well, after which looked around the street behind yourself and around. Sharply discovering that you did not notice anything, except for trees and other plants, bushes and the houses around you, there was no one.

You turned the keys and opened the door and after crossed the threshold, all of a sudden

-"Sup"

From such an unexpected greeting, you literally jumped on the spot and with loud inspiration. Turning around nervously, you saw .. Ellie? Ellie Williams? How did she get here? How did you not hear her?

- "OH MY GOD ELLIE JESUS, FUCKING CHRIST, WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU??"

Ellie just giggled. You were even a little alarmed by how calm she remained.

- "Is it possible to scare people like that, at a time when a bloody serial killer kills right and left ?!"

- "Didn’t know that such a big girl like you will be afraid of the serial killers, sorry, my bad" A light and sweet smile appeared on her face. Her eyes gazed you, she was standing on a two-step staircase on the porch of your house, it was far enough to take a look at you, eyes went up and down twice.

Ignoring her comment, you ask:

- "Did you want something?" anxiety appeared in your voice, you carefully examined her, she looked fresh, she was wearing Diesel skinny jeans with torn knees and fraying, a shirt that was unbuttoned enough to reveal a white tank top. In her hands she held a school bomber jacket, which was given to all the players on their team. The sleeves of the shirt were rolled up to the elbow, which exposed her arms for all to see. But what you often couldn't take your eyes off of was her tattoo. it suits her so well and seemed to just scream "Ellie Williams" with her appearance. You yourself were one of the few people who liked to dress up and fumbled for the latest fashion news, so you had good taste in this subject. You liked the way Ellie dressed, on the one hand her images seemed random, as if she took everything that came to hand and dressed in a hurry, but you knew that this was far from being the case. Her scruffy look was adorned with a mullet, she cut her hair at the beginning of this school year. Damn, when you first saw her at school with a new haircut, you couldn't help yourself and often stared at how it fit her. You were also attracted to the scar on her eyebrow, which gave her more brutality.

Speaking of you, then (and here you are just imagining yourself and what you like to wear and how you want to look, because I'm tired of the reader obsessing over pink, bows and such, so feel like yourself here🫂)

Even at your first meeting, Ellie drew attention to how you dressed, your manner of communication and character kept pace with your appearance. She looked around for the last time and spoke:

- "Didn't anyone give you the news?"

-"No? What's the news?

- "Today, a new murder is predicted, many are asked to stay at home, forensic investigators believe that they figured out how often they happen ahah" Ellie said the last words holding back her laughter and looking at the floor, then she raised her head in anticipation of your reaction

- "Well.. Don't worry, I wasn't going to go out today.." You answered uncertainly, looking at Ellie questioningly and not understanding the motive of her coming.

- "Great, just thought I should warn you." She smiled sweetly at you.

- “Oh, ok, thank you” and at that very moment, the question stuck in your head. “Wait, how do you know where I live?” and as soon as you finish this sentence, Ellie instantly says:

- "Oh shit, I'm sorry, I have to run, a lot of things to do ahah, it was good to see you tho, take care of yourself!" and winking with a smile on her face, she quickly jumped off your porch and headed the other way.

- "Yeah.. me too" you mumbled to yourself, as Ellie had already moved away, and your question hung in the air. For a few seconds you stood on the threshold of the house, trying to understand what just happened, but decided not to attach much importance to it and went into the house closing the door behind you.

The first thing you did was to change into your home clothes, after which you were already in the kitchen preparing dinner, tomato soup and toasted toast was all that was on your mind all day!! While you were cooking, the music was always on. It was unbearable for you to do anything without musical accompaniment, being a music lover can be difficult ..

*main song plays*

~Close the door

not all the way

He don't understand

We don't understand

So don't you wanna remind me

I don't know a thing

And some of us remember

And some run out of place~

A few more tracks later, dinner was ready. No matter how hungry you were, you always took the time to prepare a whole meal, you really enjoyed the process. It calmed and helped to throw out all this unnecessary noise from your thoughts. You could say it was your daily meditation. You've directed Ocean's Eight, and it's not the first time you've watched it.

-"Bon appetit!" You spoke to yourself and began to enjoy your meal.

An hour later, the dishes were already in the sink, and you were resting on the couch, watching the movie.

*notification sound on phone*

You automatically picked up your phone to see who texted you. Your first guess is Jessie or Zoe, who found out about your refusal to come and who decided to try to persuade you to come to them. But to your surprise, it was an unknown number.

anon: “why didn't you go to the party? your friends probably miss you so much.. it's not the best evening to be alone”

your heart skipped a beat and your pulse quickened, you answered without hesitation

You: “who’s that?”

It didn't take long to get another message

anon: “how was your dinner? you look so tiered.. it's not the first time when you bring yourself to this state, you need to sleep more. and I will always be watching you💋”

You: "that's not funny"

You haven't watched the movie anymore, all you thought about was the anonymous person who already sent you the following reply

anon: “oh.. I can smell your fear even from here”

you didn't answer, your heart beats in your chest at a frantic pace, and your breath stuttered, as if this unknown person was standing right behind you. All of a sudden Ellie's words about the impending murder flashed through your head. This was the trigger to immediately text Chris that you were going to them.

You: “Hey Chris, some unknown number is texting me some really creepy stuff and I’m very scared, I’ll be at party in half an hour”

Chris: "What did they text you?? Waiting"

You: "I'll tell you everything when I’ll be at place"

You quickly packed up and ordered a taxi so that you could immediately get into the car and not go on foot. Going to a place where there were a lot of people and your friends seemed to you the safest, rather than sitting alone at home and waiting for a gift of fate. While you were waiting for a taxi, you again entered the correspondence and .. the chat disappeared. Everything that was just on your screen is gone. You didn’t know where to get evidence now to show your friends, for a second it even began to seem to you that you had imagined all this, because you hadn’t had enough sleep for a long time. But the taxi arrived and within 10 minutes you were at the house of James Kalin.

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You knew each other personally, but never spoke. He seemed like a good person to you, so you were pretty loyal to him, but Jesse was his best friend. They have been friends since childhood, which is why James often crossed paths with you at various events. At the threshold, loud music and the rumble of everyone who was inside could already be heard. After just a couple of seconds, you opened the door and went inside. Eyes immediately began to run around in search of at least one familiar face. You decided it was best not to stand and went to the kitchen. This is where you met the host of the party. James was standing with Jesse and they were laughing very loudly and incessantly at something. You immediately walked towards them and a smile awkwardly appeared on your face. You stepped up from behind Jesse and gently patted his shoulder with your fingers. They both immediately turned their attention to you.

-“Y/N! Chris said that you will not come, what fate are you here? But it doesn’t matter, I’m very glad to see you!” After these words, Jesse hugged you tightly.

-“Aww, thanks Jess, I miss you too. A lot of things happened during this time, so I decided to still be in the circle of my most beloved friends ahaha" you said, patting him on the back, which served as a signal to him, and he let you go. James standing next to you caught your eye

-"Hi James! Long time no see, cool party” you said out loud, leaning slightly in his direction and smiling naively.

He smiled back at you approvingly.

- “Yeah, we haven’t seen each other for a long time, I’m glad to see you here tonight” he held a glass of whiskey with ice in his hand and lifted it as if for you, after which he drank.

- "Okay guys, I'll go look for Chris and Zoe! See you later” you said as you waved goodbye and slowly turn your back to them as they waved back.

-"Ok! Good luck"

The boys were left behind, even after such a small dialogue you became calmer, but returning back to the crowd of drunk people having fun, you again felt uneasy. Inwardly, you just hoped that it was some kind of stupid prank, but you were haunted by personal information that the unknown knew. You didn’t talk to so many people that you didn’t know who it could be, but at the same time you were confident in your friends and didn’t think that any of them were capable of such a thing.

Walking into a large living room where there was a ping-pong table and people were playing strip games, you saw a couch opposite and... Ellie Williams was sitting and manspringing, she had a thick joint in her hand. You could guess that this wasn't her first joint in her time here. Smoke hovered around smoothly moving up and spreading throughout the space. And as if for you, there was an empty seat next to her. You quickened your pace a little and approached Ellie, smiling affably and awkwardly waving her hand. You carefully sat down on the sofa, trying to sit as close to the other side as possible so as not to disturb Ellie, no matter what she was doing. As soon as she saw you, a smirk appeared on her face, she nodded in greeting, taking another puff, her cheeks sunk a little, after which she smoothly removed the joint from her lips and parted her mouth, inhaled sharply, dense milky white smoke appeared only on fraction of a second. She leaned her head back against the back of the couch and placed her arms along either side of it. Once again, smoke came out of her mouth, exhaling it slowly, her lungs contracting and her chest gradually sinking. For a second you thought that you could look at this forever, but catching yourself on this thought, the blood rushed to your cheeks and you blushed.

Ellie pretended not to see anything, pretended to be a fool, but in fact she noticed a long time ago how you sometimes stared at her, came to all her games and sometimes discussed her too loudly with friends who, when they heard her name, rolled their eyes and giggled.

She abruptly interrupted your train of thought.

- "What are the fates here?" she asked, putting the joint to her lips again and sucking in the thick smoke. Eyes, like those of a predator, ran smoothly over your body and stopped at your eyes.

- "Yeah, it got boring and I decided to spend time with friends" you said, leaning into her ear, waiting for her to have any reaction.

- "I don't see anyone but nervous you, where are they?" she asked teasingly, you understood this, but decided to answer in your usual manner:

- “I just came and decided that they would come by themselves, but I’ll wait here for now” you couldn’t help but smile, looking at her “Are you alone?”

- “I was, but now I have you” she said, and then you stood in a stupor, was it a joke? is she laughing at me? from misunderstanding of her intentions, you just laughed, closing your eyes and then looked around. Your eyes focused on Zoe and Chris as they descended the stairs from the second floor.

- “Oh, here are my friends!” you said, looking at your friends, as if at the same time addressing Ellie, who involuntarily turned her head in their direction.

You began to actively wave your hand to get their attention and it worked, Chris raised her hand up to let them know that she sees you and is heading towards you. At that moment, Ellie got up and took the last pull, smoked the joint and then put it out on the ashtray.

- “See ya, y/n” she said as she passed by and you didn’t even have time to answer, as she disappeared into the crowd of people dancing in front of you. Your gaze was torn off by Zoe and Chris, who had already sat down on the sofa next to you. Zoe happily hugged you, as she sat closer, in the middle.

-"y/n!!! I missed you so much .. you can’t even imagine .. Chris said that something happened to you, we were very worried, but we didn’t understand anything”

-"Hii!! Yes, my studies swallowed me up.. You probably won't believe me, I was texted by an unfamiliar number and.. I don't know, the message was very strange. Something about me skipping a party and my friends missing me and-"

You did not have time to finish, as Chris interrupted you:

-"Something? Can we just open your chat? I wonder if it will be possible to find this person by number or something” And then they saw the sharp disappointment on your face.

- “The chat, it just .. it just disappeared! I didn’t delete it, I didn’t do anything at all!” Chris and Zoe looked at each other, then directed their questioning glances at you.

-“This is very strange.. Are you sure? Maybe I accidentally clicked somewhere?”

-“No, I'm sure. I wrote to you and wanted to re-enter the chat, but it was gone.”

The girls were lost in thought and after a few seconds Zoe asked:

-“What did this anonymous person want from you? Were there threats?”

You shook your head.

- “No, but they told me that today is not the best evening to be alone and about the fact that I look tired and .. asked how I had dinner? as if this person was spying on me all this time and not the first day .."

Chris and Zoya looked at each other again, but with more anxious faces, without thinking twice, Chris said:

- “Okay, we can’t know for sure right now, maybe it was random information and this is spam? You know, I've heard they're doing really weird mailing lists these days to just scare people. It is very strange, of course, that such specific and personal things have been written to you, but so far we cannot confirm anything. The main thing is that you are with us now and not alone, we will by no means leave you ”to this conclusion, Zaya actively nodded her head and took your cold hand in her palm.

-“Yes, y/n, you are with us, this is the most important thing now, I suggest you go and have a drink with us, what do you think? you need to relax a little"

Your eyes filled with hope and in that moment you felt safe. And really, what can happen now? As if today this “GhostFace” could actually kill someone, what a stupidity, you thought to yourself. You and the girls got up and walked towards James and Jessie, who were still in the same spot where you met them. They poured you sweet blueberry cider, your favourite. It was easy to drink and quickly relaxed you. You discussed what was sore and you let go of the situation as much as possible, it seemed to you that all the excitement was over.

*ringing on your phone*

At least until this call.

You quite calmly pressed the green button on the screen, moving a little away from everyone so as not to interrupt friend’s conversation.

-"Hello?" your voice sounded cheerful, you were still giggling a little at the last joke Jesse told.

- "Good evening, sorry for the late call, this is the Jackson police, are you currently at the address where you are registered?"

- “Eh.. No? No, I'm not at home right now, no, did something happen?” your voice abruptly became intermittent, and your heart began to beat with renewed vigor, the music in the background began to blur and subside, and the voice in the receiver .. no, every rustle began to be heard, all your attention was focused on the voice from the phone, the phone that you already pressed to your ear with force so as not to miss anything.

-“A murdered person was found at the threshold of your house.. the murder was committed about an hour ago, your neighbors called the police, we need you to identify the body, when can you come?”

- “What? ... murder? ..” for a second it seemed to you that the earth had left under your feet, and your breath was taken away.

-“Yeah, when can you be there?.. can you hear me?… mam?….” the voice on the phone became uncertain, but you no longer heard anything, as if the ringing pierced your ears. Only a voice behind you pulled you out of an incomprehensible trance.

-“Hey, is everything okay? y/n??..”

You turned around to see how all your friends were no longer laughing merrily, but were looking at your pale face. Chris took your shoulder with one hand and your eyes lifted to look into her face.

-“Someone was killed at the threshold of my house, I need to go there urgently”

As soon as you uttered these words, no one moved from their place, this information was impossible to digest so quickly, everyone stood in shock.

- "Let's ask all the questions later" you warned in advance, guessing what the others might think, "I need to go home right now." your speech was as if emotionless and restrained.

And along with that, the next thing you did was go to crime scene, not knowing what was going to happen next..

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a/n: hiiii, I did my best to start this fic, hope it’s not that bad and some of you might like it 😮‍💨🫶🏻 kisses!!

part two

#ellie x reader #ellie x you #ellie x y/n #ellie williams #ghostface #ghostface!elliewilliams #ghostface!ellie #ellie x fem reader #ellie tlou #tlou ellie #ellie the last of us #scream

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onyourstageleft · 4 months ago

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So I ended up here because of a Tamora Pierce post and you mentioned your thesis was about Tortall, and I was wondering if you were comfortable talking more about it, because I’d love to hear!!!!

(also I’m going to go through your Tamora Pierce tag later but I’ve already come across the idea of aro Raoul in one post and now I love it and need it)

I let this sit in my ask box for a few days bc I was genuinely so excited to talk about it that I wanted to dedicate some time to it okay YES I would love to tell you about my thesis!! I literally grew up reading and loving Tamora Pierce books and then I went into my English MA program and they started talking about thesis options and I was reading some criticism about colonialism in literature and it just kinda clicked, so my thesis title is "Cultures and Colonization in Tamora Pierce's Young Adult Novels" and it's pretty much what it says on the tin. I talk about indigenous populations (Bazhir and raka) and how they are treated differently both by the characters in the story and the narrative in general. I address Alanna/Jon as white saviors and then how Aly undoes some of that damage through her more respectful/less controlling relationship with the raka. I also talked about how the books work as a framework to interact respectfully with other cultures through Kel & the Yamani, and a discussion of slavery and the respect that Beka shows for enslaved people.

it's honestly been a while since I reread my whole thesis so there's probably more in there that I'm forgetting, BUT on the off chance that you wanna read the whole thing, I published it open access so you can just Google the title and it should take you to a download link for it. please ignore the typo of the repeated phrase at the end of the literal first paragraph of the whole thing it haunts me every day (I swear it wasn't there when I submitted it)

ALSO about the aro Raoul I totally think it's a good take with the exception of one of the most fantastic fanfics I've ever read - if you like fic and the idea of Raoul/Buri, please take a look at The Tourakom-Goldenlake System of Communication by Emnot on AO3. it's the first fic that led me into the AO3 waters (where the Tortall fandom is still going strong btw) and I reread it every few months

I'm publishing this ask mainly so I can find it later and remember what I said BUT if you wanna talk more about Tortall pls feel free to message me I could do this all day

#tortall #tamora Pierce #dragonsthough101

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fohatic · 3 months ago

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48-hours shy of six months to the day, tumblr has restored my blog to full functionality (no longer classifying it as "explicit") after a lengthy stint in horny jail.

what does this mean? my blog is now searchable, my posts are no longer hidden under tags, my posts can be linked, i get to have a damn icon + customizable blog page... but perhaps most exciting of all:

I NOW HAVE A WORKING ARCHIVE AGAIN, which means that you can also browse my tags! 🙏 i've just updated my featured tags, so these are easily navigable from my archive (see "tag" pull-down menu at the top). feel free to explore these! highlights include:

my fanfic -> all my fic posts/posts that feature my fics

my edit (see also: manip) -> my manip fanart or contributions to others' posts ("manip" also includes other people's manips, FYI)

fic rec -> fics that i recommend/others recommend that i co-rec

stony -> a big mishmash of fun! (see also: tony stark + steve rogers)

stevecore/tonycore/stonycore -> posts that remind me of them ♥

rdj -> (so much pretty) + chris evans -> (♥)

gorgeous fanart -> the tag i collect a ton of fanart under

yes good -> posts that really "get it" (mostly stony stuff)

writing + fanfiction -> meta stuff!

fave -> the best stuff!

about me -> a gratuitous excess of TMI about yours truly! (in tags)

*IMPORTANT: if you do not want to see potentially nsfw adult content from me, please block the following tags:

nsfk -> "not safe for kids" stuff that's iffy (general safety warning)

porny tag -> stuff that's basically porn

(note that i don't tag stuff "nsfw" bc this can negatively impact the op's account or post visibility; tumblr police are all over this tag)

(gifs via x)

it's been awhile, but it's finally time* to turn up the temperature around here again... 🔥😈

[protip: if you enter the full title of any of my fics in a tag search, you'll likely find some thematically relevant goodness 👌😏]

as always, i'm thrilled whenever anyone goes through and likes/reblogs a bunch of stuff from me -- don't be shy! i'm also open to pretty much any kind of ask (sometimes i don't participate in the chain stuff but it's nothing personal).

one thing i'll ask is that if you do find anything you like on my blog, consider reblogging it from me instead of directly from the op? as a seasoned "blog diver" (🤿🦪💎) who sometimes spends many hours of my actual life scouring the internet for certain posts (which often haven't seen any action in years), i really appreciate when i see even a little spike in my activity feed from these before they start getting circulated again <333

also, i plan to keep using @moon-language-0 as a place to store all my original fanart and fanfic posts for easy access. it's very convenient :)

#*due to the fact that i went berzerk when this all first happened and managed to submit TWO appeals to the tumblr police—#—i will have to wait another week or so until the second appeal gets dropped before getting too spicy on here while still under scrutiny #(the notification emails i got from staff informing me that my blog was finally being reviewed were about a week apart from each other)#so until then i'm gonna lay low-ish mmkay...#meanwhile:#new pinned post alert #(btw the “nsfk” tag is one i didn't use as often as i should have in the past but i mean to rectify that going forward 🙏)#bloglife

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heartfulselkie · 9 months ago

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WIP Game

Thanks @coffeebanana and @rosie-b for the tag, and thank you @kasienda for coming up with this new game!

List the titles your top five priorities for WIP updates (link your fics for new readers!)

An upcoming scene, event, or detail in each fic that you're looking forward to writing

Bonus: make a poll for your followers to vote on which top 5 WIP they are most excited to see an update on!

Then tag 10 writer friends!

WIP TITLES

So I'm kind of cheating a bit with my choices here I guess since I have a lot of ideas but not so many actual active WiPs. So some of these aren't actually stuff that has been posted (or not posted in fic form) but they're all what my rodent brain is rotating right now.

Bell the Cat - Ladyblanc Knight AU. Enemies to Reluctant Allies to Lovers. Plenty of angst and trauma to be had in this one!

2. Sad Machine - Not currently available. I'm attempting aiming to have the fic more or less completed before I start posting. Futurist/Cyberpunk-type AU. No Miraculous but there's a dash of vigilantism and mysterious happenings to solve. And some questionable ethics (thanks Gabe).

3. Porceline Girl - Emonette and Badrien (post Paris Special) Oneshot that I'm hoping to finish soon. They're just angsty teens trying to figure out what is love how to be around each other.

4. Kaleidoscope - (not currently a posted fic so link leads to my tumblr tag) Kwami Swap AU with a dose of amnesia! Love Square is a mess in this with a Reunioned Ghostbug trying to solve all the problems. Adrien needs a coffee and a nap. Tikki needs a drink.

5. Citrus and Lavender - Enemies to Lovers AU with Chat Noir being deceived into being on Hawk Moth's side from the very beginning. The kids need therapy and Gabriel needs jail.

UPCOMING

There's is so much I'm looking forward to with Bell the Cat, but with the upcoming chapters I'm excited about introducing some more characters into this world! And of course all the Ladyblanc banter to be had!

2. This is my little pet project at the moment that I am slow roasting in the microwave. There are so many things that I am foaming at the mouth for that I want to just spit the fic out onto ao3 already but I'm trying to go slow with this one.

3. I'm just excited to feed myself more Toxigriffe, even if its in Adrinette form. I have so many ideas for these two but this oneshot is the closest to being finished. I'm excited to have it done (soon! hopefully!)!

4. Another one that's been slow roasting for a bit. I'll admit I'm still undecided with how I want to post this - do I go full fanfic on ao3 with it? Or a webcomic-style on tumblr? Perhaps a hybrid of both? I normally go with writing for longer stories, but this AU really got its interest and following through my random comics of it. It's exciting to think about my options as I could really challenge myself with it (even if opting for a more webcomic style is terrifying in its own way).

5. We're finally reaching the point in the story where Ladynoir are trying to transition from stalwart enemies to shy and unsure partners. All sides of the love square are standing on bambi legs right now as things are very new and scary - but at least they'll slowly learn they have each other to lean on!

I think most of my usual victims have been tagged already - so consider this an open invitation to anyone who wants to do it! I'm tagging you! Yes, you!

#wip game #fic: oneshot #fic: bell the cat #fic: citrus and lavender #kaleidoscope au

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dailysonadowfanfics · 3 months ago

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Reading every single Sonadow Fanfic (Ao3): 184/4.747

Title: Tiptoe

Author: Tirainy

Website: Ao3

Published: 07.07.2018

Word Count: 1.606 words

Language: English

Suited for minors? Teen and up

Warnings: No

Smut? No

Finished? Yes

Characters: Sonic the Hedgehog, Shadow the Hedgehog

Ships: Sonic/Shadow

Author Tags: One Shot, Wordcount: 1.000-5.000, Writing Exercise, Established Relationship, set during Sonic Forces, because I'm still not over the awful changes made in the English translation of Sonic Forces

Author Summary: They all danced around him as if he was something fragile ready to shatter and he didn't understand why.

My summary: Everyone treats Sonic differently when he comes back after 6 months of being imprisoned. Sonic wants to find out why. Shadow tells him.

You can read it here

#sonic fanfiction #shadow the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog #sonadow #dailysonadowfanfics #no smut #length: 1k-5k #game!verse #sonadow focused #short fic #one shot #confident sonic #soft shadow #war #teen and up #finished

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a-little-bit-of-ravioli · 11 months ago

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20 questions for fic writers

Tagged by @the-real-azalea-scroggs! Had to wait until I was of my phone because doing these is a nightmare on mobile lmao

1. How many works do you have on A03?

18 as of a few days ago!

2. What's your total A03 word count?

157,937! Which is. Only a fraction of the word count in my Docs folder. Be prepared.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I mainly write for The Legend of Zelda; specifically Linked Universe! In fact, that's all that's posted on my Ao3 currently, since my fall into that fandom began with me uploading there! Pre-Ao3 I wrote for Black Cat (Anime/Manga), Megaman NT Warrior, various Pokémon things, Assassin's Creed, Yugioh, Final Fantasy XIV and Octopath Traveler! Some of these I still write privately, but I haven't gotten around to re-posting any.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Whistling on Deaf Ears - My longest fic on Ao3, focusing on Wild and Twilight's friendship and how good intentions can lead to disaster.

Iconoclasm - Warriors deals with the room full of portraits in Cia's palace. The Chain also deals with it, but with a bit more fire.

Deserving - Twilight finally tells Rusl that he was the wolf in the village during TP, but that also means dealing with some heavier topics. Colin half overhears them and forms his own conclusions.

Something Greater - The start of the "Hyrule can see magical auras" series! In this one we deal with Legend and his many rings.

Ocean Magic - Mermaid Legend and Zora Time have a race and then fight one of the Big Octos from WW! Fun times.

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

Every single one!! I love comments, they give me an excuse to ramble about my fic more!! I am always down to ramble about every single insignificant detail of any line and/or section. If you ever want more background info about one of my fics, look to the comments!

So please, I adore comments, I treat them like treasures, not responding to them would be a CRIME.

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

There's no contest; Inevitable, my (so far) only MCD fic.

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

Hmmm, that's hard to quantify. I usually try to end fics on a hopeful note regardless. I'd say possibly either Deserving, where Twilight reconnects with his family, or Shimmering Blue, Striking White, where Time meets the Fierce Deity settled down on Satori Mountain and they both get closure.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Thankfully, no! I've been blessed with mostly amazing and patient readers, even when my upload schedule isn't the best.

9. Do you write smut?

No, not really. I've attempted it, but I'm too asexual for it lol

10. Do you write crossovers?

Very, very rarely. Mostly privately, and only very specific ones. Only a single one has had an actual plot, so far (more on that one in question 15!).

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Also a nope! I tend to write for smaller fandoms, where these things don't tend to happen a lot!

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

I have! But it's been a while. Over a decade, in fact! I tried to find the fic to link it here, but it was on the German fanfic website fanfiktion.de, and my friend who posted it back then must have deactivated her account, because it's nowhere to be seen (I still have the Word file though!). It was a Multi-Crossover that started as an RP in a forum, and we took turns turning the RP into prose one chapter each. "If a Hero Turns to Dark" was its title. We were edgy teenagers.

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

Hissssss. Bad question. Shoo. They are all equally important!!

But it's probably TenRose from Doctor Who.

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

One of the very few crossovers I've ever worked on; a crossover fic between Assassin's Creed and Doctor Who, that I have mapped out in both chronological and timeline order, and yes, those are different. I only ever wrote about a quarter of it, since my primary audience of it disappeared when we graduated. I doubt I'll ever pick it back up properly, and if I do it'll probably go through heavy rewrites first since it's so old. Finishing it is a nice thought, but realistically, after 9 years it'll never be high priority enough for it to actually happen.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue, especially arguments, and emotional impact. I've been told I do really well making characters feel alive and believable! Also I like to believe I'm decent at setting a scene and giving it the vibe I want it to have!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I struggle with dialogue tags when nothing much is happening besides the talking. I always feel it's too bland, and fall back on the same phrases. My scene transitions could use some work too.

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

I've done this with Japanese phrases, because I was a massive weeb. Usually I followed them up with their own translations, though; I'm not the biggest fan of footnote translations, unless they are properly linked to. Simple dialogue tags are my favourite way of indicating a language switch.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Black Cat the Manga/Anime! It's a series about an assassin turned bounty hunter trying to live a life separate from his murdery past, but getting dragged back into things by still wanting to avenge his best friend's death. The series has a special place in my heart and my bookshelf, it left an imprint on 13-year-old me that will never leave.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Probably Jailbreak, uncharacteristically enough! It's one of the only fics I never got stuck in once. Writing it was a great feeling from start to finish. I love writing all of my fics, but that was a special few days.

Tagging @ahrva @nowhere-to-go-but-down @silvercaptain24 and @aeghina! And anyone who wants to do it, really, go wild

#rav rambles #rav writes #ask game #linked universe #thank you Aza I rambled a lot lmao #rambling is cathartic sometimes #I had a good time!

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transman-badass · 9 months ago

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Which Image - A Chzo Mythos fanfic

Title comes from the song Witch Image by the band Ghost. If there's interest I'll write more and explain to my followers what this game series is.

Apologies to the people who wanted to be tagged in this, Tumblr isn't recognizing your urls. I'll try to tag in a reblog. Also apologies to the British if my American ass screwed things up. I'll make edits as needed.

London, 2015

In between the crackling thunder, a young man screamed in agony, sweet as the music of a harpsichord.

Footsteps pounded like the rain through the stolen, repurposed corpse of a building. An office, once, now a shell like any other mortal body. Down the many stairs the footsteps carried, sneakers squeaking wet on dirty tile. Down the stairs and through the halls, she ran.

Why the persistence? Too late, far too late, to save her friend. But the young woman resisted the obvious. Dark of hair and pure of heart, he could not harm her yet. He watched the sweat drip down her warm brown skin, how she brushed the strands of hair from her face. Standing, kneeling, struggling, suffering.

He watched and he wondered. Yes, he did wonder.

It'd been a strange choice, to offer up an American for a sacrifice, but Chzo was not a picky god. This young woman could not have looked more different from her light-haired friend. But in her eyes, a desperate fire burned, and looking away proved a challenge.

That fire… She reminded him of someone. How distasteful.

Of course, of course, too late for her friend. She opened the door to strangers standing over the remains. Of course, of course, too late for her. The cult would spare her, when they caught her, he would ensure it…

They did not catch her.

They did not even notice her, too consumed with their own escape. The Ministry agents closed in, fortune smiling upon them once again. She fled, they fled, and it had all gone wrong.

He could've been furious.

He could've been.

Instead, he stood upon the old building, his shadow stretching long in the light flashing overhead. He stood, and he watched her race into the darkness, her parcel, their parcel, clutched to her frail body.

He watched, and yes, yes he wondered.

She reminded him of someone… Cabadath wasn't sure he liked that.

It'd been almost twelve hours before anyone realized the girl was gone. Far too late to save her life. The Order of Blessed Agonies worked fast. But so did Trilby.

The Order must've been desperate to prey on tourists. They had to have known who they were choosing. The accents on these kids weren't subtle. Five of them came overseas on spring holiday, bright eyed and oblivious. Three headed home tonight. The other two would follow in coffins.

“Trilby,” one of his supervisors said, “I know what you're thinking. Don't put yourself at risk to try and save this kid.”

“I'm already at risk,” he'd said. “What's a little more?”

“We need you alive - and so do they.”

And that was the thing, wasn't it? The Order wouldn't keep this girl, this Jillian Taylor Cortez, alive, but he couldn't say they'd do the same with him. Damned prophecies…

Her name was Jillian Taylor Cortez. She just turned 19. Mexican-American mother, British father. Got her middle name because the latter died before she was born, so said her friends.

She looked nothing like Simone Taylor. If she had, Trilby might've lost it again.

Twelve hours, they found the boy, or what was left of him. They'd followed the muddy footprints from the ground floor all the way to the altar. Trilby followed them back up, frowning. Pretended he didn't see the glances between the ones around him.

He had a hunch.

Just a hunch, but he'd been doing this for almost twenty years now. Just a hunch, he'd say later… but he'd been right before.

“Don't you dare!” Someone shouted at his back. “Damn it, Trilby! Get back here! It's not worth it!”

He ignored them, ignored the rain soaking his suit. Wasn't breaking the rules if nobody up top told you not to. Besides, he was just following a hunch. Just giving a quick check around the buildings. No harm in that.

No harm on her, when he caught her dead center in the light of his torch.

He stared at her and she stared right back, her eyes wide and hollow. The rain soaked her right through, plastering clothes to skin and hair to her cheeks. The bow in her hair, half undone. The fear in her eyes, too painful, too real.

Trilby raised a hand.

“Jill-”

She bolted.

“Wait! No!”

Trilby followed.

The kid knew how to run. Ran through the streets like the world was ending. Trilby kept up. He wasn't young anymore, he'd feel it for the next few days, but he kept up. So did the rain.

Only took a few wrong turns. She didn't know anything about the area - neither did he, to be fair. Was only a little bit of a surprise to find themselves in another alley, to come across the fence blocking their way. Was a very big surprise when the girl ran right for it.

“Jillian!” He shouted over the thunder. “Jill!”

Did she even hear him? She didn't stop. Lunged for the fence, one hand grasping the chain link metal. Trilby moved faster than her.

He grabbed her around the waist. She screamed. They both hit the ground, he let her go and she scrambled backwards. He shifted, sat up, looked her in the face again.

Terrified eyes, wide and wild. It wasn't just the rain soaking her cheeks, the spring weather shuddering her shoulders.

Trilby raised his hands.

“Jillian,” he said. “It's alright, Jill. I'm with the Ministry of Occultism. We're here to help you. I can't believe you're still alive…”

She breathed. She held the book in her arms tight. Book? He looked down at it. Heavy, large, leather bound. Some kind of writing on the cover.

Oh my God, he thought. Did she steal that from the Order?

Trilby looked up to her face again. Her eyes locked onto something over his shoulder.

Trilby jerked out of the way. The blade buried into the ground he'd stood moments before. Trilby moved, backed away as far as he could go, the blood draining from his face.

“Oh, hell,” Trilby said.

The featureless face of the Prince of Pain tilted towards him. Cabadath had not changed at all in the last twenty years. Bone chilling, even after all these years and all their meetings. Still ever the same, nine feet tall and dressed in black, the rain coursing down his long coat and leaving the fabric dry. The Prince straightened in slow motions, raising the four pronged scythe and resting it by his side.

Still the Prince stared at him, though he had no eyes to do so. He raised a hand and pointed to the girl.

Jill. She'd gotten out of the way just in time. Trilby couldn't risk looking away from the Prince for longer than an instant, Cabadath moved too fast, but she still breathed, standing against the fence. Her eyes, still wild, locked onto the terror between them.

Had Cabadath been chasing her too? The Prince had powers like no human ever could. Hallucinations were a favorite, Trilby knew that from experience.

The Prince waited.

Trilby took a breath.

“Jillian,” he said. “Give him the book.”

She did not move but her whole body shuddered with her breath.

“He's playing nice right now,” Trilby said, eyes locked on the Prince, “but he doesn't have to. You don't know what he's fully capable of, you've just seen part of it.”

Jillian did not move.

“There's nothing in that book that can help you,” Trilby said. “You don't want to get involved with this more than you have been. I don't know how you got it, but you need to give it back. Before he takes it from you.”

Her body shuddered. Jillian blinked, hard. The Prince did not move. He did not look away.

Her arms unlocked. She took another deep, shuddering breath. Holding the book in careful hands, she laid it upon the ground at her feet, and stepped away. And away. And away.

Trilby watched the Prince. He did not notice where the young woman moved to, until she stopped. Stopped between him and Cabadath, facing the Prince, her arms stretched out as if she could protect Trilby from the monster watching them.

Protect him from Cabadath. He wasn't sure if he wanted to laugh or cry at the thought.

The Prince tilted his head. His gaze shifted towards the girl. Trilby placed a hand on Jillian’s shoulder. Cabadath’s shoulders shook, as if in silent laughter. But of course, no sound came from the Tall Man. They were not worth the effort.

Turning away from the mortals, Cabadath stepped toward the book. He knelt, and with one long free hand, picked it up. Turning fully back towards the two humans, he bowed a mocking thanks. Trilby set his teeth, held Jill's shoulder as she flinched.

As the Prince straightened, he vanished. The rain poured down over them and the tension disappeared from Trilby's body. Cabadath truly was gone. For now.

Jillian sobbed.

Trilby's focus snapped to her again. Shit.

“Jill?”

She placed her hand over her mouth as the sobs shook her body.

“Cal,” she whispered the name of her friend. “Cal, I'm sorry.”

He couldn't think of anything to say. Trilby wrapped an arm around her and pulled out his phone with the other. How long had it been ringing?

“Yeah?” He said. “Yeah, I'm alright. Yeah, we're both okay. I found the girl, she's alive. It's… it's a long story. I'll explain everything back at headquarters.”

Trilby held the young woman against his body as he led her back into the light. He glanced uneasy at the roofs above them, expecting a tall shadow staring down, but only the rain waited overhead, the drops falling down between her tears.

#chzo mythos #writeblr #writeblr community #cabadath #chzo Mythos Trilby

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theblueeyedfirebender · 2 months ago

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20 questions for writers

Tagging myself into this because I’m a giant loser and I think it’ll be fun!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Twelve!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

34,421

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Of my twelve fics, there are eleven for Fullmetal Alchemist and one for Avatar: The Last Airbender. And I am strongly considering dipping my toes into the world of Spy x Family as well (just as soon as I finish Code White).

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Uncle Zuko (Avatar: The Last Airbender, Zutara)

2. The Counteroffer (Fullmetal Alchemist, Royai)

3. The Art of Living On (Fullmetal Alchemist, Royai)

4. The Flame Alchemist's Daughter (Fullmetal Alchemist, Royai)

5. Checkmate (Fullmetal Alchemist, Royai)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes! When people take the time to share their thoughts on my work, it means the world to me.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hmm, it's a tie between As You Were and The Flame Alchemist's Daughter.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably Death and Taxes, in spite of its bleak title!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Thankfully, no.

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

Nah. I can’t even write a smooch scene without blushing and looking over my shoulder.

10. Do you write crossovers?

I haven't, but I'm not opposed to the idea if the right concept were to come to me. Closest thing I have to a crossover now is my latest fic, Mrs. Mustang, which is inspired by a scene from Pride and Prejudice.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of. There's a special place in fandom hell for people who do that shit.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but that would be cool!

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

Also no, also would be cool!

14. What is your all-time favorite ship?

Ah man, I have to say Zutara (Zuko x Katara, Avatar: The Last Airbender). I've shipped them since I was a kid watching Sozin's Comet in my parent's basement in 2008. They're the ship that got me into writing fanfiction. Even though they aren't canon (*sob*) and I don't write them much anymore, they'll always be my OTP.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Ahhhh don't kill me but The Bookshelf has been giving me trouble. I have a lot of Part 2 written but it just doesn't feel right, yaknow?

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'm clear and concise. I think I'm pretty good at tension, particularly romantic tension, and angst. I pay very close attention to characterization, and pride myself in accurate portrayals of the characters in my fanfics.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm slow. My word counts tend to be low - side effect of being concise. I gloss over descriptions that I should probably spend more time on. I'm good at writing romantic tension, but when that tension culminates, I feel like it just gets awkward and then I cut things short when I really should draw them out. Humor and true fluff pieces do not come naturally to me, though I'm trying to stretch myself by writing more of those.

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

I have never done this, so no thoughts except for it sounds difficult!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Avatar: The Last Airbender

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

This is hard, but has to be The Counteroffer, my first and most-loved Fullmetal Alchemist piece. In a creative sense, writing this story opened the gateway (lol) to so much more for me, and I'm eternally thankful that my little debut to this fandom (and return to writing overall) was so well received.

Death and Taxes and Hourglass are also close to my heart.

Tagging in @starwritingbri, @they-lived, @musing-and-music, @fullmetalscullyy, @writing-royza, and YOU if you want to join in!

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animasola86 · 6 months ago

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A few changes are coming...

Hello, dear followers of this very blog.

The title of this post says it all: I am in the middle of re-structuring a few things around here because my focus has shifted a little.

About a year ago I started this blog as a home for my Hogwarts Legacy hyperfixation, I took a deep dive into fanfiction, into oneshots, into smut essentially. I wrote so many things centered around Sebastian Sallow it's almost embarrassing in hindsight. But I am not embarrassed, I am actually quite proud of having been able to write so much, of having a muse to guide my creative (and dirty) thoughts.

It's been a real blessing.

But as you may have noticed, my focus, my fixation, has shifted, fizzled out a little.

It started when I began writing for Professor Sharp, dipping my toes into the older man/younger woman dynamic, and to be quite honest with you, I am still knee-deep (or even deeper) in that trope. It's always been a passion (a secret kink?) of mine to have an age (and size) difference between characters, so eventually I moved away from that particular character as well and focused on characters of my own.

I'm still currently writing my original story Innocence Lost over at @animasolaoriginal (about a cowboy and a girl, a slow burn love story), but the smut writer in me has yearned for something more, so I posted a few Smut Drabbles, very short little smut scenes I couldn't put into my story yet (or ever).

And from that very sentiment of having little outlets for my horribly dirty mind, grew another idea for an original story, something I'm still working on (I'm eight chapters in already), and this time I will finish it first before I post anything, I'm forcing myself to do that, yes I will (famous last words, huh? Don't quote me on that...)!

What I'm trying to say is, this blog, that has been focused around HL and Sebastian Sallow, will turn into the smut blog it has always been, but no longer featuring our beloved freckled pixel boy. I kept my smut drabbles neutral, dropped no names, no descriptions, just, well, faceless porn really, so anyone could imagine any character in the male and female characters portrayed if they wanted to.

I find freedom in doing so, being able to write anything and not put it in the confines that is writing for British characters set in the 1890s without having to put them in various AUs all the time.

And so I'll continue writing what I like, and I hope you will follow along.

I know most of you probably also follow me for my HL screenshots that have mysteriously stopped appearing as well. I still have my vast library of posted screenshots, don't worry, they will stay (everything will stay, this is just about future content), but if I ever dive back into the game (which, tbh, I haven't played in a long while, haven't even updated yet or checked out the new photomode), I will post new screenshots on a sideblog I will have yet to make.

Just to keep this blog cleaner. And smuttier.

Imagine finding my screenshots of pretty Scottish landscapes or cute Magical beasts (or broody pixel boys) and then scrolling down to find a filthy little smut drabble right under it. It just doesn't mix well anymore. (It never did, but I only realize that now, oops, sorry to everyone who probably stayed away from my blog for that very reason).

So, to wrap this up: I will remain a smut writer, if you are in need of a little erotica to spice up your day (or night), you will always find something of the sort right here.

I'm also not leaving the HL fandom, I'm still an active follower (read: lurker), and I feel like my time has come to let other people contribute to it. And if you follow the #sebastian sallow smut tag, you'll find a lot of authors that still mainly focus on him, so if you don't want to imagine him in my anonymous smut scenarios, you'll find plenty of other sources around here, don't worry!

I, for one, want to expand my horizon a little, look into other fandoms. I've read so many fanfics/oneshots centered around characters like Joel Miller (who I loved ever since playing The Last of Us for the first time), Arthur Morgan (who inspired my cowboy phase tbh) and even characters I never knew I needed in my life, like Simon "Ghost" Riley (who I didn't even know before because I never played Call of Duty), but this is tumblr, you are exposed to a lot of things if you allow them in - and it's been an absolute blast to find new things to obsess about.

So I hope that you, dear followers, can forgive me for branching out, for turning this once HL-centered blog into not just a multi-fandom blog, but a place for smut enjoyers of all types.

Because I found my calling, and it's writing porn. It is what it is.

TL;DR:

Future screenshots will find a new home in a yet to be announced sideblog.

The content will become more neutral, so that anyone can imagine anyone in the roles of the protagonists.

(I may still write for specific characters in the future, to be determined which one, maybe I'll return to write for Sebastian Sallow or Aesop Sharp one day, who knows, I still have some unfinished WIPs after all...)

There will always be smut. Because smut is life.

And with that, I thank you very much for reading this far. And I thank you for sticking around, for enjoying my content, in the past and in the future, hopefully. Thank you for your patience with me and for joining me on new adventures!

Cheers!

#update #blog update

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