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grey-sides · 2 years

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A Stranger Things Guide to AO3

I made a post earlier about courtesy when tagging on tumblr and got some good feedback on it! So I wanted to make a similar post about tagging on AO3 for the Stranger Things fandom in general because all fandoms are always growing and learning. I have been using the site for an unknown number of years and so I have picked up some helpful information that I wanted to format into a fandom-specific sort of guide. This will be a little long, but it's a good reference for any fandom.

I want to begin by saying that failure to tag properly isn’t a crime or punishable. But tagging is a courtesy. Existing in a fandom should mean that you want to be as helpful and courteous of the people in your community, regardless of if you like the characters they like or the ship they ship or the tropes they write. It’s easy to get caught up in discourse, but it’s important to remember we’re all under one banner, Stranger Things fans.

Tumblr’s up first, very briefly, because I don’t think many people know this:

On original posts, only the first five tags matter in the tagging system, but tags are not the only thing that matters. If you make a post with a tag in it, sometimes tumblr will sort that post into the tag, which is why anti-anything can make it appear in the regular tag. A better method is to change a letter into a symbol, for instance I might type “st3ddie” so my thoughts don’t appear in the steddie tag unless I want them to.

People started this when talking about other ships in other fandoms, but it’s nice to do for you and for others. If you purposefully hate in a tag, people will think you’re an asshole. If you didn’t know, now you do!

Okay, onto Archive Of Our Own:

Let’s talk about pairing designations

/ or x implies the pairing is having sex or is romantic

& implies the pairing is platonic

These mean two different things and you may attract a very different audience if you get this wrong, so just pay attention to which relationship tag you’re using- some relationships will have both options!

A fic tagged “gen” means there is no romantic relationship present, this could be used for writing about Jane and Hopper bonding or Max and Billy getting a better sibling relationship

Within the “relationships” tag section on AO3, you can add “Minor or Background Relationships” this will likely be used because there is another pairing or multiple that are not the central focus of a fic, but do make an appearance.

For instance, if I write a Jopper story (Joyce Byers/Jim Hopper) and want to include that Nancy and Jonathan are also in a relationship in it I would tag it like this:

Joyce Byers/Jim Hopper, Minor or Background Relationships, Nancy Wheeler/Jonathan Byers

If Nancy and Jonathan were also a major part of the story, I would tag this story as:

Joyce Byers/Jim Hopper, Nancy Wheeler/Jonathan Byers

You can also tag things as past relationships if the past relationship will inform how the characters interact or what may be mentioned

In a jancy story, I may tag it like this:

Nancy Wheeler/Jonathan Byers, Past Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler

If I am writing a harringrove fic and I don’t like the choices Nancy made, I may bash her in the work. I would tag this information so people who do like Nancy are either not surprised or can skip my fic entirely

This tag would likely be freetext, so I would keep it at the end to not clog up the “canon” or wrangled tags

IE: Nancy Wheeler Bashing

I would also do this for other relationships or characters mentioned, when you don’t warn people of this, you’re also kind of being an asshole

Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings implies one of those warnings is present!

You don’t have to specify which one, that’s your prerogative, but you probably shouldn’t use it when you mean “No Archive Warnings Apply”

You can change your tags later! Update your tags whenever you need to as your story progresses!

Additional Tags To Be Added or Tags May Update Later are both indications to warn your audience more things may be coming

I would also say though, if you know a story will contain one of the Archive specific tags- warn for that ahead of time, some people don’t want to read Major Character Death or Non-Con at all and that’s okay!

You can also warn for triggering content in your author’s notes, but make sure to tag that

Something as simple as “Trigger Warnings in Author Notes” should be sufficient

Do your best with tagging and leave yourself open to tagging feedback

I know this is hard, but if people ask you to add a tag, try to just do it, I’ve gotten defensive before too, but it’s all part of being in a community

AO3 tags are not the same as tumblr tags, too much free text is a pain for the tag wranglers

Use them sparingly, but use them when you have to! Maybe just cut back on tag talk where you can, that’s what the notes are for!

AO3 themselves have awesome guides on tagging and how they work, give their FAQ documents a peruse if you’re ever feeling unsure

My inbox, sans anons, is open if anyone has specific questions, I’m happy to help out however I can :)

#stranger things #harringrove #jopper #byler #jancy #greye talks #okay none of you are allowed to fight in the tags #thank you and peace

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gglitch1dd · 1 year

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Hi, I’m going around asking this to multiple people, please let me know your honest opinion! :)

How would you and/or other writers feel about someone reposting someone’s work with new pronouns and body specifications? Giving full credit, of course.

This sounds bad, let me explain it better..

Example: Someone has written a story with a female reader, and it’s absolutely wonderful, but very unfortunate to all the male readers who would also like to experience it (and vice versa).

Now, hypothetically, someone else comes along and “takes” their work, and changes the pronouns and gender specifications, to fit the opposite gender (or make it gender neutral). I wanna make sure that with this, the original writer would get full credit, they would be tagged and everything, so that the person reading the changed work would know who made it and whose work it is.

The work is the same, and the original writer gets all the credit, but more people can enjoy said work.

Do you think that this is ok? From as many perspectives as possible.

Thank you for taking the time to answer, it’s very appreciated, have a nice day/night. :)

Hey darling!!!

Now I am going to be honest with you, when I first read this I thought long and hard about it. I wasn't exactly sure what to tell you because I didn't know how to approach this.

I say this for a few reasons.

The whole full credit thing is very important which I am glad that you specified it. It's very important to know that this work was created by the rightful author and all their creativity and thought process should go to them.

However, at the same time, the author did write it that way for a reason. Whether it be comfortability or because it was requested or it just felt right to them to have that character as they were intended. Personally I am AFAB (she/they) and identify as a femme. I write most of my YN's (so to speak) with me in mind but there are pieces where I feel as though YN being typically feminine wouldn't work (For example I have my Consorts and Royalty piece on AO3 where reader is gender-neutral but physically AMAB). Its all based on me and what I want to write and how I'm feeling.

But when you referred to inclusivity, it had me thinking on how it is very important that my readers find relation to what I write. But it is THE READER'S CHOICE to read that content knowing the warnings and the characteristics that make up these characters. Not everything is for everyone. There isn't a story that everyone on the planet will a hundred percent agree on.

But in the end, I believe IT IS UP TO THE AUTHOR to decide. Everyone is different and I believe the author should be asked first before the piece is altered or changed. I know for some of my works I wouldn't mind if reader's gender or pronouns were changed, but for specific pieces I would most definitely mind because maybe it wouldn't work for me or make me comfortable.

All in all. I wouldn't mind as long as I was asked first and I gave my full consent for that specific piece to be changed.

Either who, this was just my take on it and thank you for asking for my thoughts on it. I wonder what other authors have to say on the subject. <3

-Glitch1d

#friendly anon #opinon #fanfiction #fanfic #i'm intrigued

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innsjovide · 2 years

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young gods reblogs tournament

note: this is a stupidly long post about my ocs. that is why it is all under a cut. i wrote this bc i like numbers and i like my ocs even more

ok now i can start rambling. this is a tournament of which young gods character ive tagged in the most reblogs. notes about specific characters will be made, i assure you none of them will be of particular interest if you are not as intimately familiar with young gods as i am. this post is for me and me alone.

note two: certain posts (such as art & posts about setting/plot) were not counted. posts tagged 'young gods aesthetic' alongside a specific characters were counted. my original posts were counted. posts tagges with the savant were counted as one post for each savant.

9. Tie (1 post each

Iflther Alkihanidun

The lamer Ilfther twin. Alkihanidun deserves more posts as she is a very fun character yet I see few applicable to her

Naiyda Ta Lloyko

Naiyda is tagged in the same post Alkihanidun is. This is also one of Albanes's tagged posts. I should find more posts for trios of teenage girls.

Ttakeqeri

Ttakeqeri is the God of Life. They're tagged in a post with Juno.

Shairoun Townies

Despite this being a group of people, Mikatoul Shairoun is specified in this singular post. I have reblogged no other posts with any other Shaiuroun townies.

The Evertree

The Evertree is not a character, yet it's sentient enough that I counted it on this list.

Byren Cathryneyauro

In the only post I have tagged Byren in, I call him a whore. This is because he is a whore.

8. Ilfther Thoryne (2 posts)

Thoryne is tagged in the least posts of any of the Young Gods narrators. This is because he is the least interesting of the narrators.

7. Tie (3 votes each)

Darius

All three of Darius's posts are about shipping him with Juno. Two of them are technically the same post.

Shirshen

Two of Shirshen's posts are about shipping him with Hanishadria. Unlike Darius, however, one of his tagged posts refrences his death instead of his love affair with a Savant.

6. Albanes Shairoun (10 posts)

Albanes has the most posts of any non-Savant. She has more than I was expecting. Most refer to her dire case of Innsjovide Protagonist Disease and the symptoms that come with it.

5. Sadihak Rouwae (29 posts)

Of all the Savant, Sadihak has the least posts (not even thirty). This is a travesty. To remedy this, I suggest that you, dear tumblr user reading this, make more posts about being a nonbinary whore.

4. Petrai Alphanzeyouri (37 posts)

Petrai has the second-least amount of posts. This is because she is spared from the yeonaixho/jymaiyri/hanishadria love triangle posts, yet is tagged in nearly every post about prophets that I see.

3. Ilfther Hanishadria (43 posts)

the tumblr reblogs bronze medal goes to Hanishadria. this is surprising, as he has the least songs on the Savant playlist. many of his posts include other characters as Hanishadria works best when he's with his friends.

2. Jymaiyri Ke Naido (76 posts)

Jymairyi Ke Naido has the second-most posts of any young gods character. a majority of these are cannibalism girlboss posts, and those that aren't are yeonaiyri posts. that's just how things are.

1. Yeonaixho Sehwohl (79 posts)

at number one we have yeonaixho. like jymaiyri and hanishadria, a majority of these are shippy posts, but Yeonaixho has the combined efforts of being involved in two ships. also, he is the main character.

anyways there's the post. if u made it this far, i hope u enjoy my stupid ocs and the statistics about them. happy early anniversary to young gods existing

#young gods #oc core #im not tagging all of them #long post

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brkki · 2 years

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Destabilization FAQ

Nobody asked anything yet so I will just assume which questions would be asked and answer them.

Before I begin I would like to give a huge thanks to:

-NeKoZe.MP6 for making a megalo for my AU even though there wasn’t even a page for it yet. Please give their channel a watch if you enjoy Undertale AU music and such!

-Soup Taels for making the beautiful logo for the AU that I am currently using. He does great pixel art and can be commissioned, so hey, if you need some sprites done and have some money to spare, be sure to give him a visit! Just for reference, the last logo that was made by me looked like this:

So yeah you can tell how much of an improvement his stuff is.

What is Destabilization?

Destabilization is an Undertale AU. I can’t spoil much currently but I can give you you the basic premise. There was a certain incident (can’t say what) in the past which caused some of the characters to do different things and fulfill different roles. The things you want to know are:

Frisk is the protagonist;

Toriel, Asriel and Chara live in the Ruins;

Sans and Alphys are both the royal scientists and live together in Snowdin (Nothing romantic between them, just work/friends);

Undyne is the captain of the royal guard and lives in Waterfall.

Mettaton is a TV star but he goes around the Underground much more frequently, and visits Napstablook, his cousin who makes music for his shows, occasionally;

Papyrus is the king of monsters;

The river person does their thing;

As for the roles the characters fulfill in the story, can’t really say since some of the characters either don’t quite fit into the roles Undertale has, or their roles aren’t present in Undertale. I will say some stuff about the personalities of the characters when I post their designs. As of writing this I am still in the planning and writing stage so I don’t know how much stuff I will post.

Can I make my own take on this AU?

Please don’t do this, I came up with this having a vision of what I want to do. I really don’t want the whole UnderSwap thing to happen to my AU(I’m referring to the fandom creating a whole separate version of an already established character and passing it off as canon). Not much you can even do in terms of takes of this AU since it doesn’t really have a specific formula or something.

Can I make an AU of this AU?

Yes and no. You can make them if it isn’t just for the sake of making them. The story and characters should be actually thought out if you make them (I would prefer if you don’t make any dust or murder AUs of mine, thanks in advance). Also if you do make one, you should credit me for the original AU.

Can I make (1) unofficial music for this AU/(2) music for an AU of this AU?

(1)Yes you can, as long as you acknowledge and specify that it isn’t canon and credit me.

(2)The answer is essentially the same as (1) , but, if you do make the music, don’t claim to own the AU of the AU unless you actually own it or have thought it out and actually started writing it or stuff like that. Of course you own the music, just not the whole AU. I am okay with people making themes for Swap or Fell or any AU versions of my characters, in fact, I would love it if someone made that kind of stuff. If you do make them, and follow the rules, be sure to send it to me somehow or tag me or something, I would love to hear what you come up with. :)

Can I make fanfictions/roleplay with your characters?

Just acknowledge and specify that it isn’t canon and you’re fine.

Can I feature your characters in my AU?

If my characters are gonna be used as punching bags for some OP Sans or something, then no. Otherwise feel free to do it, just credit me.

Can I draw your characters?

Absolutely! I would love to see it! Just credit me and that’s it.

Why is *insert something* like that, it’s different in Undertale!

Not all of the things that are canon in Undertale are canon in Destabilization. Some concepts and mechanics might differ. Also, this AU doesn’t reflect what I think stuff in Undertale is actually like.

Can I ship your characters with others?

Fontcest, incest(even adopted siblings) and any of them that involve the kids(unless both the characters are kids and it’s kept family friendly) are strictly off-limits. Otherwise go ahead but don’t insist any of it is canon.

If you have a question that isn’t on here, feel free to ask, I will try to answer any of them that I can.

#DestabilizationFAQ #undertale #undertaleau #DestabilizationAU

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hisblame · 2 years

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independent PRIVATE rp for 𝓻𝓸𝓫𝓫𝔂 𝓴𝓮𝓮𝓷𝓮 of 𝓬𝓸𝓫𝓻𝓪 𝓴𝓪𝓲 .

memes | rules below cut ; read before interacting .

mutuals only;

this blog is PRIVATE which means i will be selective with those i follow. if i follow, i want to WRITE and generally nerd out about our muses w/ you. if we haven’t reached out to one another for some time, i may unfollow/softblock. really want to focus on plotted/developed interactions since i’m not able to be here for prolonged periods and it helps me keep up. if i do not return your follow, do not attempt to contact or interact with any posts. NON RP/PERSONAL/WRITING BLOGS shouldn’t interact w/ posts or follow. i want to keep things strictly for rp purposes only. mutuals only means i will only write with those i am also following. mutuals may send memes, respond to starter/plotting/ship calls, and generally hang out. if you wish to break mutuals, that’s your decision, and i won’t fault you for it. if there is a genuine issue that needs to be brought my attention, please reach out and let’s discuss it. if i wish to break mutuals, i will softblock. hardblocking will be reserved for severe actions. do not attempt to reach out through another blog.

activity;

i’ve had a change in activity since getting a new job, so mainly expect to see me online if i’m not too busy or tired with personal things wednesdays and thursdays. i can’t promise the queue will be loaded up and ready to post other times, but i’ll certainly try my best. i do not hold any mutuals to a specified time limit on replies. i appreciate your patience when it comes to my responses as well.

triggers;

as mentioned above, there will be some dark themes. however, i will not write things like inappropriate interactions with minors, abuse/non-con, discrimination, incest, etc. i won’t tag things unless requested by mutuals.

shipping;

i am open to all types of ships. if you have an idea, ask me about it. my response will vary from immediate to possibly brainstorming scenarios. if i hard pass on a ship, respect that. again, no inappropriate dynamics such as an adult with minors or toxic relationships. any extremely negative relationships will only be referred to in headcanon. enemies in a non-abusive sense or rivals are fine. as for romantic shipping, you know what i’m going to say: chemistry.

multiverse;

crossovers, aus, original characters, and multiship. you may enter.

etiquette;

no godmodding, forcing ships or harassing for responses. you may remind me of a plot or thread we have going, but please do not attempt to guilt me into hurrying. i am a real person, in the real world, with other things going on. as much as i would love to sit and write all day or gush over our muses together until our brains are slime, i won’t be online all the time. if i am online but haven’t responded, be patient. i follow the muse, and i expect my partners to take their time too. vague posts, negativity and all that yucky stuff can find the door. i’m not here for any ooc drama. while i don’t condone callout posts and related content, i need to know if i’m unintentionally writing with someone abusive. do not steal. psd credit: weirdestwitch and jessource.

duplicates;

i am willing to interact, i really did enjoy all the silly aus we could get up to such as twins, or how-did-we-end-up-in-each-others-universes. however, i have had a few bad experiences that have made me cautious with dups. i will not follow first, but if others follow then i will consider interacting. basically if we can stick to basic rp etiquette, namely godmodding, then i’m good. you have your version and i have mine. we’re individually unique, and we should explore that. i don’t want to know what i’m doing wrong or feel uncomfortable in the choices i make. we might go down the same avenue as far as mannerisms and history, but ultimately, we’ll make it our own. i’d rather not knit-pick who did it best or how similar a canon version is to another. anyways… that got a little ranty, but basically, i love the idea of dups. let’s have fun with it!

mains & exclusives;

mains, yes! exclusives, the jury is out! as of right now, since this blog is so new, i won’t practice exclusives. i will have main canon muses that will take priority because we’ve known each other a minute or we have great chemistry. not sure what my main limit is, but i’ll update when i do.

𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖑 ⏤ where’s drew??

main blog 𝔢𝔡𝔡𝔦𝔢 𝔪𝔲𝔫𝔰𝔬𝔫 ( metalcursed ) med activity 𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔳𝔢 𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔱𝔬𝔫 ( notcoke ) low/med 𝔧𝔦𝔪 𝔥𝔬𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔯 ( notcrsd ) low 𝔪𝔦𝔱𝔠𝔥 𝔬'𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔬𝔯 ( hellsfyr ) low/med 𝔱𝔢𝔡𝔡𝔶 𝔪𝔲𝔫𝔰𝔬𝔫 ( mnsons )

drew \ twenty-one + \ they them \ discord available upon request by mutuals

#do not interact with this post.

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notcrsd · 2 years

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main blog: 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚍

heavily 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 with 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚌𝚛𝚣𝚢 ; open to interacting with other joyce muses ; only to non-romantic dynamics with joyce muses if plot.

mutuals only;

this blog is private which means i will be selective with those i follow. if i do not return your follow, do not attempt to contact or interact with any posts. mutuals only means i will only write with those i am also following. mutuals may send memes, respond to starter/plotting/ship calls, and generally hang out. if you wish to break mutuals, that’s your decision, and i won’t fault you for it. if there is a genuine issue that needs to be brought my attention, please reach out and let’s discuss it. if i wish to break mutuals, i will softblock. hardblocking will be reserved for severe actions. do not attempt to reach out through another blog.

activity;

triggers;

shipping;

multiverse;

crossovers, aus, original characters, and multiship. you may enter.

etiquette;

duplicates;

i am willing to interact with other eddies because at one point in time, i really did enjoy all the silly aus we could get up to such as twins, or how-did-we-end-up-in-each-others-universes. however, i have had a few bad experiences that have made me cautious with dups. i will not follow first, but if other eddies follow then i will consider interacting. basically if we can stick to basic rp etiquette, namely godmodding, then i’m good. you have your version and i have mine. we’re individually unique, and we should explore that. i don’t want to know what i’m doing wrong or feel uncomfortable in the choices i make. we might go down the same avenue as far as mannerisms and history, but ultimately, we’ll make it our own. i’d rather not knit-pick who did it best or how similar a canon version is to another. anyways… that got a little ranty, but basically, i love the idea of dups. let’s have fun with it!

mains & exclusives;

drew \ twenty-one + \ they them \ discord available upon request by mutuals

#do not interact with this post

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theawkwardterrier · 3 years

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8+25 for a Steggy drabble

Amicus Curiae

Summary: Spending her Sunday watching high school students argue the same fake case is starting to seem like something Judge Carter might regret, until the Brooklyn Community High School team shows up. Or rather, until their teacher does...

Peggy is perfectly aware why she had volunteered for this. She knows why she should be proud and excited to be here, can mentally list through all the positives, the importance of it.

By her fourth session of the day, she has given up reminding herself of these things and is just hanging on.

It isn’t that the students are terrible - many of them are actually quite good. It’s only that listening to the same case being argued repeatedly over the course of several hours has the tendency to put a bit of strain on a person.

Perhaps it is especially grating because she had specifically only signed up to work for the morning today; she was planning on indulging in some actual relaxation over this weekend, or at least a bit of it after she had finished giving the keynote at the Women and Law conference on Saturday and spending Sunday volunteering, then finishing up on some work, and so long as her neighbors’ newborn actually took a break from indulging in a seeming undying passion for crying….

Well, not being around to listen to that was one blessing of having been begged by the very harassed tournament organizer to stay for a bit of extra time when Thompson had begun vomiting after lunch and needed to go home (Peggy can’t say she’s sorry about it, and she suspects that students will appreciate not having to put up with his tendency to pontificate).

Still, it’s hard to remember all the benefits, the meaningful logic, when the next set of teams has settled into her courtroom and she has to push back her shoulders and enter for yet another round.

“Just one more to get through. I’ll text the café and put in an order for your usual,” Rose mutters out of the corner of her mouth as Peggy passes, then raises her voice to announce, “All rise, the superior court of New York is now in session. Judge Margaret Carter presiding.”

Peggy scans the crowd absently as she gives her now-standard introductory speech. There are Zola and Schmidt, who have served as faculty coach and legal advisor for Hydra High over the past several years. She doesn’t envy the students on their team; the two might have a fairly steady winning record, but their personalities are miserable and they have a reputation for being harsh leaders.

Her gaze shifts to the other side. She’s never even heard of Brooklyn Community, guesses that they have never made out of preliminary rounds before. They are serving as the prosecution, with two young women and a young man as their attorneys. The three have their hands folded atop the table, listening to her attentively, but as she wraps up, she notices them sneaking glances toward their chaperones.

She is almost certain that they aren’t looking for reassurance from the lawyer accompanying them. She knows Howard Stark, although then again everyone does. He hasn’t argued before her, but he takes high profile cases and makes them even higher profile. If he wasn’t actually a talented and thorough attorney, she would dislike him quite a lot for how well he plays the media game, turning the law and people’s lives into sound bites and cable news clips. It’s a surprise to see him here - she would not have thought him the type to volunteer his time, especially not for something as small as a high school mock trial tournament - but no surprise at all to notice that he is glancing down at the phone in his lap, typing surreptitiously.

The thought of penalizing him for that crosses her mind, but before she can say anything, a tall student in the front row shifts and she can see whose eye the young prosecutors were trying to catch.

Their teacher is young, Peggy realizes as she directs Rose to read the name of the court case on the docket (which she already knows extremely bloody well by now). Not as young as some of the bright-eyed-bushy-tailed types she’s seen, but she’d wager that he’s in his thirties, perhaps a year or two older than she is. The smile he directs toward his students is not a flashy, movie star sort of thing but more solid than that, real and reassuring, and he meets the eyes of his charges and nods with firm encouragement toward them before sitting back to watch.

Incidentally, he is also incredibly good looking.

Peggy honors her commitments, prides herself on that, in fact, and so she takes as much care in overseeing this trial as she does with those which come before her in a more official capacity. Still, between watching the excellent prosecutorial team and noting some of the more interesting choices being made by a few of the witnesses, she manages to keep an eye on the teacher - Steve Rogers, according to the file she had glanced at.

He watches the trial carefully, making notes as he does, but it isn’t like Zola, who only jots things down when his team has made a misstep. Mr. Rogers seems as likely to mark things done right as those which could be done better. He nods along with his students, smiling especially widely at several points; Peggy would venture that those were things that they worked on particularly hard in practice. And every so often he turns to look at her before turning swiftly back toward his students.

It’s the way his eyes widen and shift quickly away which makes Peggy suspect that his gaze isn’t entirely to do with analyzing how she is perceiving his team.

He keeps his eyes on hers, however, when she returns from her brief recess and announces that his team will be advancing to the next round. It’s only for that moment, though. The next he is turning to congratulate his team, who have all swarmed around him, patting their shoulders and speaking quietly to them, turning to shake Howard Stark’s hand.

With one last glance at Schmidt, whose face has turned sour with rage, and Zola, who is trying to calm him even as he shakes his head at the team, Peggy allows Rose to announce her exit, and goes to absorb the quiet of her chambers. As nice a distraction as Steve Rogers was, she knew that it could not be for long.

Still, she’s a bit regretful when she, divested of her robe and carrying her briefcase, returns to the courtroom to take the stairs down to the back parking area and finds it empty.

Then she hears something.

“Gotcha,” a voice says, and Steve Rogers stands from between the benches of the gallery where the Hydra team had been sitting earlier, a crumpled paper cup in his hand. He spots her almost immediately, and she can see the awkwardness come over his face even with the courtroom lights dimmed.

“I’m sorry, ma’am,” he says. “Your Honor, I mean.”

“It’s no trouble, Mr. Rogers,” she says, walking nearer. “Have you forgotten something?”

He glances down at the cup he is holding and winces. “Oh, no. I—When we were in here before, I saw that there were a few things left behind. I figured I’d come back to clean up a little once I saw my team to the subway.”

“You don’t have to do that. Really.” They are at comfortable speaking distance now. “Tidying after other teams isn’t precisely within your job description.”

He shrugs, wide shoulders looking a little helpless. “I was here and I could take care of it. No reason that the custodial staff should have to deal with extra just because some people weren’t as respectful as they should have been.”

The response seems to make something warm and expansive trail through her chest, but she only says, “Hmm,” in return, tilting her head to one side. “Well, I should hope that you didn’t entrust the well-being of your students to Mr. Stark while you came back to take care of litter.”

“They’re city kids, they’ve been taking the subway by themselves for years. And if anything, I’d trust them to take care of Howard instead of the other way around,” he says. A smile touches at his mouth, and although she’s seen him smile many times over the course of the afternoon, it is different when it is directed at her.

“Well, let us hope that it won’t come to that. I did wonder, actually, how you managed to convince Mr. Stark to participate. I only know him by reputation, but I wouldn’t think it his sort of activity.”

“I might not have thought so either, but I know that it never hurts to try, so I got in touch. Turns out that he got his start on a team back in high school too. He still has a soft spot.” He shrugs. “I was lucky to get him. My kids deserve the best.”

“I’m disappointed not to be asked then,” she says. His eyes widen a bit before he realizes that she’s teasing.

Still, he sounds truthful and serious as he tells her, “If you weren’t a judge, you would have been on my list. You got yourself on the bench even though you’re young, a woman, and if you’re a naturalized citizen you already have to be pretty self-directed and able to go through all that’s involved in that...I know that none of that would have made it easy. People with vision about their futures who were able to achieve their goals despite obstacles - that’s exactly who I want around my team.”

She shifts her briefcase a bit, knowing that she’s already eaten through most of the day and that the journey home will lose her even more time. But it feels so nice standing here talking to him, not just small talk, not just because of the compliments, but because it feels like the start of something. So instead she says, “I apologize, by the way. I haven’t congratulated you.”

“They did a great job,” he says, immediate, eager. “It’s our first year even offering Mock Trial and I wasn’t sure how well it would work out, but they’re doing themselves proud. I wouldn’t be surprised to hear about some of them making partner one day - or making their own way to the bench. Nat, who did the cross, she—” But he cuts himself off, blushing a little. “Sorry, I know I can get carried away, and you probably don’t want to hear it - you already spent the whole day knee deep in this, after all, and I don’t want you to think I’m trying to bias you somehow.”

There really isn’t a word for the pink in his cheeks other than fetching. Well, perhaps darling would do it.

Just earlier today, she would have said that her life was quite full enough, perhaps even overfull. But somehow, she thinks that a space could open for him, for speaking with him and seeing him and more, if she wanted it to. So she takes a breath and says, “I actually won’t be judging any further rounds this season, so there can’t be any sort of conflict of interest at all. Even if you were to, for example, join me for a bite to eat sometime soon.”

For a blink, she wonders if she might have misjudged, if she has mistaken politeness for something more, but then his mouth curves back into that smile which sends warmth running through her and which she is already beginning to like so well, especially when it is being aimed in her direction.

“I’m free tonight if you are,” he offers, something a bit worried still lying beneath the offer he has laid plainly at her feet. It makes her want to take his hand, to lean her head against his shoulder and promise that he has nothing to be nervous about.

Instead she says, all thought of taking off her heels and climbing into a hot bath forgotten, “If you’ve finished neatening things up around here, I know a place nearby.”

His smile gets just that bit wider. “Let me toss this out. Then you can lead the way.”

She’s happy to.

#Steggy #Steggy fic #Peggy Carter #Steve Rogers #fic memes #sorry this one came out weird and probably inaccurate to actual mock trial #I did skim a bunch of stuff to try to get it at least a bit accurate #thanks to the New York State Bar Association for putting their finals videos online #(I also should have specified in my original tags that when I refer to a drabble it is a story of exactly a hundred words #This and the rest will be...a bit more than that)#Anonymous

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Let's Play a Love game !

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hey guys I will be adding a new event on my blog! this one will be here for a while (likely permanent I’ll see how it goes) ! so don’t feel as if you’ll ever miss out!

my ask box will now be open 24/hrs day- you absolutely MUST ×☆Read☆The☆Rules☆× for this "SoulmateAskGame" , and meet the requirements for this reading then you may most definitely submit your Soulmate Game Request into my ask box as soon as you are done meeting my game requirements(read the ALL of my game rules and make sure you understand them. )

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🌈 l can try to get to everyone but of course my energy is very special and constantly needs to recharge. Especially now, since I am still in the hospital sick dealing with my cancer and in need of a life saving operation to remove some cancerous tumors:::plus this type of Numerology divination work can be very tiring as it involves a lot of math and deals with numbers ⚠️obviously 🍦🎈🍬...and 🙃unfortunately I Waas born dyslexic and still have a hard time with my dyslexia 😅aaand even reading text takes me such a long time. But I'm just so glad that I not illiterate. You know MANY like me, are. It's too bad. 🌹***Shout out if you face today with a disability!! ***🌹

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Then when I'm positive you're A match I will use a romance Oracle deck and my Geometric Oracle Cards to define your status and to give me an excellent accuracy in terms of telling me if they are your Soulmate or not. I will even be able to see if you have been together in other lifetimes and if you are interested in hearing about PAST LIFE ROMANCE READING then please reblog the SoulmateAskGame and do make sure that you include ALL of my original tags for the most part. If you're used to searching up games and tarot readings you should please include some of the tags that you've noticed our most popular. Also make sure to follow these rules .

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Along with recs for IF with ROs who are fat, do you have any recs for games that allow the MC to be fat or of different builds? I'm finding you can specify the MC's height in every game I've tried or bought, but not the build. And thank you for the post about fatness and IF, it meant a lot when I read it earlier.

honestly i don't know any off the top of my head. i'm pretty out of the IF loop (if it wasn't clear with how many games i had to go back in and add on that list hahahaha) and haven't read a lot of the newer games that are out right now.

i definitely recommend going through the notes and tags on the original post because a couple of authors do talk about it in their reblogs.

i feel like from an author's perspective i understand why it's probably not a common feature in IF. being text based it allows people more freedom when envisioning their character rather than restricting it to a combination of presets, like in a lot of video games. and the easiest way to allow people that freedom is to just be vague, and letting the reader fill in the gaps. without visuals the reader does all the work. i know that was my intention when i made the character creator in TNP, and that's been the standard in IF for the most part, i think.

i have changed my cc quite a bit since the beginning, particularly with the hair & chest options, but overall i still don't think i get //too// specific, simply because i don't want to restrict the player. height options only exist to compare with the ROs (and i know how people love their height differences lmao) but i think i've only used it once or twice and only with lea and clem, so the tallest and the shortest. height difference is a massive romance trope and i am almost certain that's why height options are literally always included in most IF.

i think there are aspects of a cc that should be more specific - like having diverse hair options that are inclusive of natural Black hair, a variety of skin colors (if you choose to mention skin color), and choices involving personal identity and gender expression. if body options are included, then you need to make sure you're representing all bodies. i think there are authors that choose not to specify simply because there are a lot of complexities in both personal identity and body image and it really is hard to understand everything through one choice in a game, and authors would rather keep the player comfortable, not make any assumptions, and just let the player imagine what they want, if that makes sense.

and i think that //can// work, but the author still has to really make the effort to not make any other kind of assumptions about the mc based on their personal biases. and on the other hand, if you do have specific choices, then you need to make the effort to ensure your representing them correctly, rather than just throwing them in there only to never reference them again. anyways i just wanted to share my take on it because i genuinely don't think the lack of this choice so far in IF has been intentionally malicious, but rather an attempt to be more inclusive than visual media.

but !!!! it's not the best way to be inclusive. being specific and making deliberate choices, in my opinion, is always the better option than just avoiding specifying anything at all. and i think including diverse body options is something that can go a long way, both in making more people feel included and also helping other people realize that there is no "default."

and now writing all this out it made me realize i've made the mistake of "defaulting" the mc myself, literally in the last update. the hunter ends up wearing merry's jacket, but merry is tall and thin and while the jacket is oversized on her it's simply not possible for it to be able to magically fit every mc. having body options might have prevented me from doing that, since it's something i already would have put thought into earlier in the game.

#sorry for the long answer i just think talking abt this stuff is interesting #if you've been here for a while you all know i'm annoying and never shut up even when i say im going to so <3 #and yeah this is making me consider adding body options to TNP now #ask #mybookswerealltome

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Art Career Tips, 2021 Edition

Here’s an edited version of my 2019 answered ask, because... this feels relevant.

It is a problem of capitalism that folks equate their income as a judgement of their value as people; and let me preface. You are worth so much. You have inherent value in this world. Your income is not a judgement on who you are (plenty of billionaires are actively making the world worse). LARPing self-confidence will go a long way to helping you get paid more for your work, because clients will believe that you know what you are doing, and are a professional.

& real quick—my own background is that I’ve been living off my art since 2018. I went to art school (Pratt Institute). I work in a publishing/educational materials sphere, and a quarter of my income is my shop. Not all of this information may apply to you, so it is up to you to look through everything with a critical eye, and spot pick what is relevant.

So there are multiple ways of getting income as an artist;

Working freelance or full-time on projects

Selling your stuff on a shop

Licensing (charging other companies to use your designs)

This post primarily covers the freelance part; if you’re interested in the other bits there is absolutely info out there on the internet.

IF you are just starting (skip to next section if not applicable) dream big, draw often (practice helps you get better/more efficient), do your best to take "a bad piece” lightly. You’re gonna RNG this shit. At some point your rate of “good” works will get higher. Watch tutorial videos & read books. A base understanding of “the rules”; anatomy, perspective, composition, color helps you know what the rules are to break them. This adds sophistication to your work. One way you can learn this stuff is by doing “studies”—you’re picking apart things from life, or things other people have done, to see what works, and how it works.

Trying to turn your interests into a viable career means that you are now a SMALL BUSINESS; it really helps to learn some basic marketing, graphic design, figure out how to write polite customer service emails; etc. You can learn some of this by looking it up, or taking skillshare (not sponsored) classes by qualified folks. Eventually some people may get agents to take care of this for them—however, I do recommend y’all get a basic understanding of what it takes to do it on your own, just so you can know if your agent is doing a good job.

Making sure your portfolio fits the work you want to get

Here is a beginner portfolio post.

Research the field you’d like to get into. The amount people work, the time commitment, the process of making the thing, the companies & people who work for them.

Create work that could fit in to the industry you’re breaking into. For example, if you want to do book cover illustration, you draw a bunch of mockup book covers, that can either be stuff you make up, or redesigns of existing books. If you’re not 100% sure what sort of work is needed for the industry, loop back into the portfolios of artists in a similar line of work as whatever you’re interested in, and analyze the things they have in common. If something looks to be a common project (like a sequence of action images for storyboard artists), then it’s probably something useful for the job.

CLIENTS HIRE BASED ON HOW WELL THEY THINK YOUR WORK FITS WHAT THEY WANT. If they’re hiring for picture books, they’re gonna want to see picture book art in your portfolio, otherwise they may not want to risk hiring you. Doesn’t have to be 100% the project, but stuff similar enough. If you aren’t hired, it doesn’t mean your work is bad, it just wasn’t the right fit for that specific client.

If you have many interests, make a different section of your portfolio for each!

Making sure you’re relevant

Have a social media that’s a little more public-facing, and follow people in the career field you’re interested in. Fellow artists, art directors, editors, social media managers; whoever. Post on your own schedule.

Interact with their posts every so often, in a non-creepy way.

If you’ve made any contacts, great! Email these artists, art directors, editors, former professors, etc occasional updates on your work to stay in touch AND make sure that they think about you every so often.

Show up to general art events every once in a while! If you keep showing up to ones in your area (when... not dying from a sneeze is a thing), folks will eventually start to remember you.

Industry events & conferences can be pricey, so attend/save up for what makes sense for you. Industry meetups are important for networking in person! In addition to meeting people with hiring power, you also connect with your peers in the community. Always bring a portfolio & hand out business cards like candy.

Active job hunting

Apply to job postings online.

If interested in working with specific people at specific companies, you could send an email “I’d love to work with you, here’s my portfolio/relevant experience”, even if they aren’t actively looking for new hires. Be concise, and include a link to your work AND attached images so the person reading the email can get a quick preview before clicking for more.

Twitter job postings can be pretty underpaid! Get a copy of the Graphic Artists’ Guild Handbook Pricing & Ethical Guidelines to know your rate. I once had a twitter post job listing email me back saying that other illustrators were charging less, and I quote, “primarily because they’re less experienced and looking for their first commission”. This was not okay! For reference, this was a 64-illustration book. The industry rate of a children’s book (~36 pages) is $10k+, and this company’s budget was apparently $1k. For all of it.

Congrats you got a job! Now what?

Ask for like, 10% more than they initially offer and see if they say yes. If they do, great! If not, and the price is still OK, great! Often company budgets are slightly higher than they first tell you, and if you get this extra secret money, all the better for you.

Make sure you sign a contract and the terms aren’t terrible (re: GO GET THE Graphic Artists’ Guild Handbook Pricing & Ethical Guidelines)

Be pleasant and easy to work with (Think ‘do no harm but take no shit’)

Communicate with them as much as needed! If something’s going to be late, tell them as soon as you know so they aren’t left wondering or worse, reaching out to ask what’s up.

And if all goes well, they’ll contact you about more jobs down the line, or refer you to other folks who may need an artist, etc.

Quick note about online shops/licensing and why they’re so good

It’s work that you do once, that you continuously make money off of. Different products do well in different situations (conventions vs. online, and then further, based on how you market/the specific groups you are marketing to), so products that may not do well initially may get a surge later on.

Start with things that have low minimum order quantity and are relatively cheap to produce, like prints and stickers.

If you are not breaking even, go back to some of the earlier portions of this and think about how you could tweak things as a small business. Ease of access is also very important with this; for example, if you only take orders through direct messages, that immediately shuts off all customers who don’t like talking to strangers.

Quick resource that you could look through; it’s the spreadsheet of project organizing that I made a while back

Licensing is when people pay you for the right to use your work on stuff they need to make, like textbooks or greeting cards. This is generally work you’ve already made that they are paying the right to use for a specified time or limited run of products. This is great because you’ve already done the work. I am not the expert on this. Go find someone else’s info.

“I am not physically capable of working much”/ “I need to pay the bills”

Guess who got a hand injury Sept 2020 that messed me up that entire month! I had a couple jobs going at the time that I was terrified of losing, but they were quite understanding when I told them I needed to heal. So: Express your needs as early as you know you need them. Also do lots of stretches and rest your hands whenever you feel anything off; this will save your health later. Like, the potential of a couple months of no income was preferable over losing use of my hands for the rest of my life.

This continues to apply if you have any other life situation. Ask for extra time. Ask for clarification. If you tell people ahead of time, folks are often quite understanding. Know how much you are capable of working and do your best not to overdo it. (I am.. bad at this)

Do what MAKES SENSE for your situation. If doing art currently earns you less money than organizing spreadsheets, then do that for now, and whenever you have the energy, break down some of the tips above into actionable tiny chunks, and slowly work at em.

The original ask I got in 2019 mentioned ‘knowing you’re not good enough yet’. Most artists experience imposter syndrome & self-doubt—the important thing is to do your best, and if anything, attempt to channel the confidence of a mediocre white man. If he can apply to this job/charge hella money for Not Much, then so can you!

Check out this Art Director tumblr for more advice!

Danichuatico’s Literary Agent guide

Kikidoodle’s Shop Shipping Tutorial

Best of luck!

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Once again disclaimer this post is just the ramblings of a man procrastinating on other things that need to be done. I’ve Long Posted my own post so that it turns into mush in my brain if I try to read it, but I wrote this so I should know this content. If you got down here, congrats. Here’s a shrimp drawing.

Yee Ha.

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Hey guys!!! Thanks to our lovely anon/blog historian, Soupy, we now have a recorded history!! Blog lore, my beloved. I'll try and start adding in our new things too, but to any newbies out there, come take a look :):):):)

About the lore for this blog, i cannot remember everything, but i can do something about the cursed asks lore and history, since i just scrolled all the posts in the tags!

31 Jan 2021: an anonymous send an ask asking what people actually mean when they tell a ship if "pedophilic". This start a big number of asks about real survivor and how fucked up is fandom water down the word, purity culture, and consequently story time about harassing people in fandom for purity culture.

1 Feb 2021: someone speak about how much fucked up fics helped them. This probably opened the possibility of cursed asks. The same day, someone other send an ask about a terrible person known for harassing people about the sexuality of a character. The person is called "train fucker".

2 Feb 2021: anonymous point the attention on the train fucking thing. The cursed ask tag is created.

In the following hours, always in the cursed ask tag, people discover the fandom was Death Note and the guy was apparently in real attracted to trains and planes. Hell break down, memes are created.

History is made.

One of the characters will later become protagonists of the tag already existed. PKD already was knew since the 22 Jan 2021, when they sent an ask about the color asks and you had the intuition the tags he was probably someone with a piss kink and the tag "chronicles of piss" was created.

Cursed ask history part 2:

At this moment on time,the tags is still not clearly used. One of the First post tagged as such, the 9th Feb, is an anon answering to the ear fucking conversation about micropenis, while all the other posts are not tagged. The day after PKD enter the cursed asks tag, while the others ask still stay out of it. People start sending the stories they read.

12 Feb Hagrid/Hedwig fics are discovered. Owl fucking anon appear. Someone suggest a friendship between them and mlp guy.

Also mlp pony guy is a lore being who did not appear before in the #cursed asks, but already had their history in the simpler ask tag and in the previous cancel scale period, that we could call the ancestor of #cursed ask.

The First post tagged as cancel scale is from the 2nd Jan 2021. It was an anon answering your post of the same day "alright guys scale 1-10 how screwed r u if it ao3 history and bookmarks get released".

This is the gold era of this blog lore. The philanthropist, wound fucking discourse, rpf bdsm and mlp guy (with the first ask behind paywall) appeared during the first month and a half of the year, mixing at the end with the cursed ask tag.

Cursed ask history part 2:

12 Feb Hagrid/Hedwig fics are discovered. Owl fucking anon appear. Someone suggest a friendship between them and mlp guy.

Cursed ask history part 3:

The philanthropist appeared the same day #the cancel scale started. With their iconic "i am a shameless philanthropist and so my bookmarks are public. I eat dead doves for breakfast. Come on down to the buffet y'all! You want some wound fucking? 8-yr-old omega abortion? I got you fam, watch me scramble these eggs" they left a forever sign in this blog. Still to this days asks are written to know if they are good. They obtained a 12/10 in the cancel scale.

Wound fucking discourse started, also the same day, by CB answering "is that where the wound fucking comes in??" At a ask about vivisection and medical experimentation. Discourse about what classify as a wound and how it works continued trought the day.

Rpf bdsm is thought to have beat the philanthropist with their mix of rape, underage, incest in a foursome, huge age, rpf tentacles and, mostly, someone getting turned into a pickle and his partner fucking himself with it.

This also started a string of asks about people being transformed in object used for sex.

Rpf bdsm would appear again later that day to specify the pickle fic was a rpf.

Cursed ask history part 4 (i think? Already lost the count)

Mlp guy. The one and only. Always in the terrible 2 Jan 2021, they first appeared in the tags of an answer to a marvel ask. #Hey HEY mlp guy #u know who u r #i'm afraid to look at this ask #like yeah we saw some shit tonight but this blows that outta the fuckin WATER #y'all would dead ass have to pay me to post it

Someone noticed the tags and asked about it, and a strong sexual tension between everyone and the unpublished mlp ask started. Someone ended up paying, cause the ask was later published as last post of the day and terrorized every follower of the blog. It was published as screenshot of the ask, and is not even put in the #cancel scale.

MLP guy stayed so in the apex of the cursed asks for some months, till the Pokémon ask by soupy was published the 9th may 2021, taking home a 15/10. MLP guy made a Tumblr profile, @therealmlpguy, in retiliation, and reblogged answering with a new terribly cursed fic. CB have still not voted it, so who have the worst cursed ask is still in question.

The day of #cancel scale the blog fanficmemes lost many followers, but the story was, as we know, not finished.

Cursed ask history part 5

I like to stay an half cryptid of this blog, so i will not tell my blog of origin, but i can tell you I am Soupy. Also i need to know if i am actually considered a cryptic of the blog and if i need to make a lore post about myself XD.

This is starting to get hard cause i cannot reread what i already sent, but the end of the tunnel is near.

We already told about owl fucking anon in the cursed ask tag, but their story is a bit more longer. The cursed ask was actually their big return, and they are probably one of the most proficious lore making, having also a part in the creation of the PKD legend. They should really have their own tag.

How? Well.

The 17 Jan 2021, when the big part of the cancel scale was done and the elders of the lore created, they sent an anon ask about what the cancel scale made them remember. It was a fic, red when they were ten or eleven, about someone fucking an owl while the owl was on their period. Consensual, and apparently the authors were two teen girl who write only character x owl. Their mom proofread. CB answered with their profile picture, edited so that it red "i can't believe it's gotten even worse!" Instead of "i can't believe it's not canon".

This post created, if we want to say, PKD, cause their first ask, that assigned them piss kink, was yes about the color asks (that, in case someone does not remember, was CB asking what colors people assigned to them), but had as explanation "if you keep posting stuff like the owl period whatever". So the owl fucking anon indirectly created, the 22 Jan 2021, PKD.

Owl fucking anon continued their ascension to lore of the blog.

The 12th Feb 2021 sent an ask were they were surprised someone had found Hagrid x Hedwing fics, and than sent anther 9 parts ask about the story of how they red lot of cursed shits thanks to an old tumblr blog that had the links, and how from there they found an author who only published Hagrid x Hedwing, and how that introduced them to FF smut.

(it is also discovered they are only 15, baby, please, i am noone to talk with the shits i red at the time but i hope you are ok).

They are now consacrated in the memory of the blog.

Cursed ask history part 6

Before continuing with the history of the cursed asks, is now time to finally give a small talk about PKD. We know how they originated, but how they become so famous?

Probably is the fact they appeared so many time during the last months. Being it for cancel scale, cursed asks or just normal asks, they continue to give us company with their exploration of piss kink fic. Is true they soundly negate having the kink the first months, but after lot of memes and people speaking about it, the 25 Apr 2021 they finally admitted of having the kink,and discovered it reading an a/b/o Captain America fic.

I would suggest to read all the posts, but they stopped being tagged halfway through, so is half in the specific #chronicles of piss and half in the #cursed ask

Cursed ask history part 7

The big lore is finished, and now only the later history stay.

#cancel scale posts and #cursed asks post lived side by side for some days. The owl fucking one of the 12 Feb was actually the last cursed fic published in the cancel scale post, leaving the tag only for some history reference later.

#cursed asks saw the appearence of every type of cursed possible to thought, with scat and nipple fucking between the different tags. At the start there was no specific day chosen, but later, for CB schedule reasons, Saturday was assigned as cursed ask day, and some week later it was moved to Sunday.

And here we are, today, to see what other cursed things we will bring in this world

Cursed fic History part 8

The cursed fic History have been covered, but i still think is important to talk about some of the before time tags that created the good ecosystem for the creation of #cursed ask.

The most famous is #the lube discussion.

It started the 23 Aug 2020, when CB wrote a post about FF using the word "supple" in smut without the thing being actually supple. In the tag, they added #also #that does Not work as lube.

Some anon asked what was being used as lube, that was answered with "one was peanut butter. I will not discuss the other". This started the bug lube discussion, were everyone talked about what they continingly see used as lube when it cannot be used as lube.

Between the classics soap and blood, we see some more daring one as mud, yogurt, aloe vera, years, milk, hot sauce and the more intersting, cannoli (have no idea if they are talking about the cream you put in cannoli or some american thing i don't know).

Nothing reached cursed material, but it put the first seed for the blog.

#blog lore #my dearest soup #my response to your first letter will be posted swiftly #I got distracted bc I forgot that we don’t know each other irl #and I was gonna press some flowers for u #(they’re still being pressed but I’ll send a pic I forgot that I can’t send real flowers over text #but again thank you so much for doing this #also I really wish I would’ve tagged shit better #maybe I wanted to go back and reread chronicles of piss #but nooooooo I just had to forget about it halfway through #anyways here we go #cursed asks #the lube discussions #chronicles of piss

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yanxidarlings · 3 years

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𝐵𝐿𝒪𝒢 𝑅𝒰𝐿𝐸𝒮

• hello! i'm a new writer on here, and i go by tri, thanks to my harry potter phase :'). i go by she / her but pronouns aren't that big of a deal to me, so refer to me as what you like.

• as the name of the blog suggests, this is a yandere hetalia blog, which means i'll be writing only yandere content. i should also mention that i do not write nsfw or 2P, i'm not particularly comfortable with writer the former and have never been able to get into the matter side of the fandom. i may start writing for nyotalia down the line, but i kinda of just headcanon the nyo's as being pretty much the same as the originals in terms of yandere's.

• now about requests, there is a list of characters i'll write for down the bottom and the yandere alphabet. but regarding limits and stuff like that, i'll accept three characters at a time, but feel free to send in multiple requests!. i'm a bit slow but I'll try my best to get to them. for the alphabet, three characters and three letters can be requested at a time. the only acception to this rule is for groups, such as the allies, or nordics. for general headcanons, only one character can be requested, this is because the post will be a bit too long with the new format.

when you send in the request, please specify whether the yandere is platonic or romantic, since i'd like to have a clear idea of what to write. the darlings gender will be default gender neutral, so if you want a specific gender, or traits please mention in the ask!.

• please be patient, i've got school and other things to do, and i tend to be a bit of a slower writer, as i want to get the best possible content out.

• i do not condone yandere acts and the topics i write about in my headcanons, my writing is for purely entertainment purposes.

• that being said, ask away! there's no limit on how many separate asks one requester can send in. check out the character lists and alphabet and then go ahead!.

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HETALIA: on hiatus

𝒴𝒜𝒩𝒟𝐸𝑅𝐸 𝒜𝐿𝒫𝐻𝒜𝐵𝐸𝒯

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yostresswritinggirl · 3 years

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100 Followers Special

(And how to participate) you don't need to be a follower to vote ack

~yostresswritinggirl

Hello AGAIN, with your back to back followers special! Exiled here, very tired, as I just closed the requests box for our 50 followers special. I asked for some recommendations and no one helped me so this is what I came up with!

Granted, it's nothing that special, I literally just dumped my notes into this so—

Please make sure to follow the guidelines and read this thoroughly to properly participate!

1. You will be given a long list of fic prompts specific to a character that I've come up with for weeks on end, please don't steal, as I will remove them after this event is done!

2. Voting! You now have the power to influence my writing schedule haha- what you need to do: is to pick three prompts from the list and send it to me; either through reblog tag, a reply, or in my ask box (not anon so we can count fairly, will not publish these answers tho so worry not)! Not in messages tho! It should be in this format:

1. Character - prompt or prompt title

2. Character - prompt or prompt title

3. Character - prompt or prompt title

example:

1. Albedo - Citrinitas

2. Zhongli - Braid

3. Xingqui - Author!Reader

The top three most voted prompt and character will be the next fics I'll publish after I'm done with the current reqs. Speaking of: Voting ends when I finish the current reqs. You'll know it's done once the counter in my blog desc reaches 12/12.

3. In addition to the three prompts, you also get to add your own prompt to it! My prompts list does not include ALL the characters that's why I wanted to give you this option too! Add a fourth number and specify a character, a prompt/idea, and the format of the fic! Format it this way:

4. Character - Prompt/Idea (Format)

4. Kaeya - What's under that eyepatch? (Scenario)

After I pooled the answers, I'll randomly pick between the bonus answers and write them last! So give it your best shot!

4. Tags-list! I thought this would be necessary for this kind of a whim special, so if you wanna be tagged, just put Tag Me! at the end of your vote. Please make sure that you're actually able to be tagged because I just tried and some users are not in my orbit huhu, look here

5. If a pocket watch/series prompt gets chosen, I will only post the first chapter, not the whole damn fic pls. Have mercy,,,

I will post a counter of the top three in my blog description and will be updated as frequently as possible. Any questions, please direct to this post or my dms <3

Without further ado, here is your choice list!

Xingqui - "My liege, would you care to accompany me on my reading break? I've picked up a romance novel and it reminded me of us."

-> Author!Reader: You met Xingqui at Wanwen Bookhouse when delivering a batch of your newly-published book. But as a ghost writer, no one knew it was you that authored such books. Safe to say it was cute watching the noble bookworm fanboy about you in front of you. [FLUFF] [FIC]

-> Headcanons with a reader older than Xingqui who's a close family friend of the Feiyun Commerce Guild. Fascinated after meeting you in a party, the noble boy aspires to become the best man for you despite the difference, promising to be the best suitable partner for you in the future. [FLUFF] [HEADCANON SCENARIO]

Childe - "Hey there, comrade! What a coincidence that we had a break at the same time, care to accompany me for a walk? I promise I won’t lead you to a fight haha... hey, don’t look at me like that!”

-> Antinomy - The 10th Harbinger (You) and the little shit they had to mentor (Childe), this fic enumerates the trials of the 11th before he became a Harbinger under your care. From strangers to mentor to friends to love- Childe made a grave mistake, now you’re once again strangers. [FLANGST] [ONESHOT]

Albedo - "Ah, it's you. I've heard of fleeting rumors that you've been pestering a certain someone just to see me. Next time, just come directly to me, I wouldn't mind the assertiveness."

-> Refer to these three as well: Albedo Fic Ideas [FLUFF/FLANGST/FLANGST] [ONESHOT/ONESHOT/SERIES]

-> “You’re Enough”: A year into being the new Chief Alchemist of Mond, Albedo finds himself holed up in his room in the dead of night, haunted as he continuously comes out empty on his research to bring his master back, feeling inadequate. So you reminded him of what he’s capable of. [FLUFF?] [ONESHOT INSPIRED BY You Are Enough - Sleeping At Last]

-> Under the Artificial Sky: Michaelangelo Scenario focused on Albedo’s sketching aspect. Grand Master Varka and Acting Grand Master Jean figured Albedo needed a break and a change of scenery, and sent him off under the guise of a commission in Liyue. What he didn’t expect was another artist from Fontaine accompanying him in this big project.(Albedo and Reader are tasked to paint the new Jade Chamber within 7 days) [FLUFF] [SERIES - 7 CHAPTERS]

-> Albedo SMUT: I had this idea while laying wide awake at 3 AM. The alchemist had been trying all remedies to shake off the stress and fatigue in his system and they all seemed to fail, no amount of sketching or discoveries can pull him away from it. So when you offered a solution he hasn’t heard, he’d jump at it immediately. “You know, some people say having intercourse with someone is a good stress-reliever.” “Intercourse? If it’s true, then please, I wish to have intercourse with you.” “Wha- wait Albedo, do you not know what that is? It’s only done between lovers!” “Convenient, I love you, anything else?” (Two virgin dumbasses do the thing to relieve stress) [SMUT] [ONESHOT]

Xiao - “I’ve taken care of every threat around this area, you can relax now, I made sure of that.”

-> What is it with you and Qingxin flowers? The Traveler had once heard of Xiao’s affinity for Qingxin flowers, and they’re flying companion boldly asked this lingering question to the adepti himself. His pupils dilate and sharpen before Paimon could finish her sentence. (An origin story about his favorite flower, and his favorite person) [SLIGHT FLANGST] [ONESHOT]

-> Just how harmful is adeptal energy to normal humans? You both found out in the worst way possible: silently, deadly. (Slight spoiler: you fucking die) [ANGST] [ONESHOT]

-> Nightmares Taste Horrible: He’s seen that look in your eyes and the ancient soul within it; you’ve lived long ago, and the only thing your soul carried now was the nightmares of a macabre timeline. Was it him or was it demons that brought you that fear? No matter, he’ll protect you even from yourself. (eating the nightmare of a dead soul reincarnated to you) [FLANGST?] [ONESHOT]

-> Go for the throat: The seal that marked you had made it all too late for him to remedy. Bleeding eyes, growing fangs, it’s just another demon to vanquish just like he’s done for centuries. What makes it different was it was sealed in you. (Inspired from Melanie Martinez’s song uhu) [ANGST] [ONESHOT]

Zhongli - “Mortals are capable creatures that evolve and adapt for means of survival, but they advance in ways that changes the world around them. This retirement, may be harder to me than it is to them.”

-> “In human history, there’s a certain noble and powerful connotation to rulers who braid their hair.” Convince to braid his hair using some historical braid trivia; that long hair behind his back should not be ignored for any longer. [PURE FLUFF] [DRABBLE]

-> History has its eyes on you: A traveling theatre hailing from the land of entertainment finds its way to Liyue for their last caravan. A certain Geo Vision man seems to resonate with your newest script: fighting and protecting your land, building up its nation, before being forced to let go of it. He resonates maybe a little too much. (Musical!Reader with heavy references to Hamilton hehe) [FLUFF] [ONESHOT]

Venti - "Can you hear the symphonies of the wind as it sings to you? That's me, guiding you and protecting you! Whenever you hear it, know that you're safe and sound under my protection!"

-> the one the bard once loved: like actual bard, you are the archer or smth, loved by Venti and Barbatos. Yandere!Barbatos undertones, very unhealthy relationship. This hurts the kokoro. [PURE ANGST] [ONESHOT]

-> The Caravan: (related to the Zhongli and Musical!Reader up there) Your caravan stops at Mondstadt for a whole week before it reaches its final destination. This new fanfare pulled in a peculiar bard who now wants to tag along for the fun of it. "I have no more responsibilities in this free land!" Just what kind of responsibilities does a broke bard have in the first place? [FLUFF] [ONESHOT/HEADCANON]

Diluc - "You look weary, and you still managed to pull yourself here. Here, a fresh and cold glass, on the house. A relieved smile should be enough payment."

-> Abandoned by The Altar: A timeline oriented story focused on your once perfect childhood relationship as Diluc's bride to be, soon becoming estranged after the death of his father and his neglect. You only wish now that he looks at you the same way he did when you heard you were supposed to be together forever when you were young. [FLANFF] (The ending gets better pls; Inspired by Still Into You - Paramore) [ONESHOT]

-> There are No Laws Against Homelessness in Mondstadt: My favorite title out of all of this ahahhaa- who says adventurers can't be broke? You're the living embodiment of that. (Good boi Diluc with a broke ass reader) [FLUFF] (Warning: homelessness) [ONESHOT]

Scaramouche - "Let's go already, the sun is setting and we're nowhere near our destination. If you wanted to linger just to spend more time with me, I would have indulged you behind closed doors anyways."

-> Scaramouche Finally Does the Fandango: Have you ever wondered how Scaramouche is like working with other people? His first assignment was to accompany you in your main region and he sees you in your natural habitat, entranced. [I dunno how to tag this, NORMAL?] [ONESHOT/SHORT]

-> Skincare bitch, how I headcanon Scaramouche as someone actually conscious and always tending to their skin. Look at that smooth skin, cute cheeks, let me pinch, eyeliner glory— In which case, that hat has more purpose than being a frisbee. (May or may not include reader. (based from a reblog convo with chels-void) [GOOD VIBES] [HEADCANONS]

-> Once Supreme: Before Scaramouche, there was someone else higher than him. Before Balladeer there was just a young man fighting for his beliefs and her Majesty. Before Mondstadt, his smile wasn't just for deception. "Someday, someone would take advantage of that smile, Scaramouche. It's not appropriate in this work environment." The day you break a man. (Harbinger!Reader again, and lots of HCs for Scaramouche, same format as Antinomy) [I also do not know how to call this, eventual ANGST] [ONESHOT]

Kaeya - "What are you doing out here in the dead of night? Citizens like you should be cozied up in bed and leaving the patrols to us Knights. Come, I'll accompany you back home."

-> Honey Whiskey: A mysterious band of dancers from Sumeru visits Mondstadt and its taverns to offer a night of alluring dances. What was supposed to be a night of drinking for Kaeya and his troops ended up becoming a tipsy surprise mission when the main dancer steps down from the stage— and ignores him?! How scandalous! (Slightly suggestive themes/You're a bad guy) [COOL?] [ONESHOT] [slightly inspired by song with the same name]

General:

-> A Musical!Reader but with a scenario with every other character, most probably headcanons master post.

-> Genshin Food prompts: From that one post, I ended up making a whole storyline of oneshots related to their special dishes. Oneshots connected to a bigger picture. By impulse you've ended up leaving your normal life behind to pursue your cooking career, starting from Mondstadt, to learn all the cuisines to establish the first ever international restaurant. With the implications of magic and peculiar customers, your simple dream turns into a harder goal. [GOOD SHIT] [SERIES] [CANON-COMPLIANT]

-> God of Time!Reader that hails from Fontaine. Do you wish to know more about their origins and their purpose in this world? [CANON-COMPLIANT] [HEADCANONS] (General since it deals with all the characters/interactions)

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venusofthehardsells · 4 years

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No Rest for the Wicked [Dea ex Machina part one]

John ConstantinexAngel!Reader Summary: You travel to a remote island to put a murderous spirit to rest, but things get complicated when you run into one John Constantine. Warnings: swearing, mentions of mental illness, blood, smoking, ghosts, pining, is slowburn a warning? A/N: My first Constantine fic on tumblr, yay! This was originally written for a challenge aaages ago, but it got away from me and I couldn’t meet the deadline. I had so much fun with this though, Constantine is a great character to write for! There will definitely be more stories about him and this particular angelic reader in the future ♥

I’ve mixed elements from both the Vertigo comics and the NBC TV series, as well as from the general DC Universe, so don’t expect accuracy when it comes to canon. A special thanks to @nellblazer for support and linguistic aid, you’re the best! ♥ Let me know what you think and if you want to be tagged ~

Contrary to common belief, there had never actually been any ravens on Raven’s Rock. The tiny, windswept fleck of land in the North Sea had been named a few hundred years ago by a fool of a sailor, who hadn’t been able to tell a raven from a severely lost and consequently very confused Scandinavian pigeon. Said sailor had regrettably also been of some importance in his homeland at the time, meaning no one had bothered to correct the unfortunate mistake for fear of losing a head. Even though everyone who since came upon the island only ever managed to find gulls and puffins and various other seabirds, it had still kept its misleading English name.

The Celts, who by rights had been on the island long before the British, had chosen to play it safe and completely forego the bird names (although it had been suggested several times in later centuries to change it to the Gaelic word for seagull, or even pigeon, as a taunt). Instead, they had most likely looked to the ancient ruins that specked the island, jutting up from the rocks like broken teeth and, all things considered, had endured well beyond memory and history and legend. Or perhaps they had still been reeling from the mad determination that had brought them and their wooden ships so far from home. Whichever the case, they had called the stubborn, little rock Innis Seasmhach, “the steadfast island”.

That was its official name to this day, though most people, especially those who didn’t speak Gaelic (which in all fairness are not very many), still referred to it as Raven’s Rock.

The locals shrugged and simply called it “the island”.

There was only one village on the entire island, whose population on a good day might reach a hundred and thirty people. That usually only happened a few times during summer when the ferries from Stavanger and Aberdeen docked at the same time. The tourists came to see the ruins, buy a souvenir fridge magnet of a raven or a puffin, complain about the frightfully bleak weather and leave again on one of the ferries that departed before evenfall, secretly happy they didn’t have to spend any more time on the island.

On the day you arrived, the population on the isle of Raven’s Rock, was an astounding one hundred and forty four, which was quite unheard of in the middle of October.

What was even more unheard of, however, was the reason for all these untimely appearances.

A night ago, a pair of fishermen had discovered the body of a man in a small, secluded cove on the north side of the island. The body was placed so that it could only be seen from sea, unless one were to venture down a rocky and extremely narrow trail into the cove itself. It wasn’t hard to imagine someone slipping and ending up on the stony beach below. That kind of unfortunate death was of course tragic, but it hardly warranted the wide array of policemen and journalists the death had attracted. No, the reason for the sudden interest was the gruesome way the body had been displayed.

The dead man had been stripped bare and splayed out on the rocks like a cross with his arms stretched away from his torso. His skin was almost completely covered in symbols and writing no one could make sense of, though one expert, when consulted by the mystified and slightly desperate police, vaguely suggested it was possibly a rare pre-Arthurian dialect.

The more macabre specifics had so far been kept out of the press.

One was that the writings on the body had been done in blood, the corpse’s own, and another was that it came from where the head had been crudely severed from the rest of the flesh and spiked close by on a piece of driftwood.

Even hypnotised, the young sergeant who had told you, had looked slightly green when he related the information. You had padded him sympathetically on the shoulder before moving on. He wouldn’t remember revealing the details to you, but the information itself was seared into his mind forever.

His, along with the rest of the islanders’, you mused as you continued from the harbour and on into the village.

The locals called it “town”, but in truth it wasn’t really big enough to warrant that title.

It had one store that sold a little bit of everything depending on the weather, a church, a pub, a repair shop (it wasn’t specified what exactly you could get repaired there) and a public building, functioning as city hall, police station, post office, library and school in one. All the police reinforcements from Aberdeen had been moved into the city hall, seeing as the only two policemen permanently stationed on the island had never handled a murder case before. Meanwhile, the reporters and TV crews covering the case were taking up the pub’s five tiny bedrooms, both B&Bs and every single rental cottage Raven’s Rock could boast (nine in total if you counted the back room in the garage of the repair shop). Because you had left for the airport in a hurry and jumped onto the first plane to Norway, you hadn’t had time to secure a place to sleep on the island. You had pondered it on the ferry, but when it came down to it, you didn’t want to stick around longer than a day. If you worked fast, you could probably be on your way back to the mainland in the morning and wouldn’t need to worry about finding a bed. You had spotted a bench down by the harbour; it would have to do.

Besides, you didn’t have any time to waste as long as the murder case was unsolved. You could still hear Madame Xanadu’s words in your head like some annoying ominous echo.

A restless darkness will carry its evil across the water to be unleashed upon the twice-named rocks. The steadfast land will drink the blood of the laughing magician.

Fate was a menace when you had to deal with it like this, grounded and fumbling through the world with nothing but scraps to guide you. Not like in the old days when you had all of Heaven at your disposal… Being a proper angel had really had its advantages. You scoffed and walked faster. At least this prophecy had been pretty straightforward, which was far from what you were usually given to work with, you thought sourly, folding your arms around yourself against the wind.

A malevolent spirit that should have passed on, but hadn’t was easy enough to figure out; it happened all the time and you could deal with that. The location of the spirit had also been a walk in the park with so many hints to go on.

What really worried you was the second part of Madame Xanadu’s little mystic insight.

The steadfast land will drink the blood of the laughing magician.

Blood drinking was never a good omen in prophecies. It hardly ever meant vampires, usually just death. And the laughing magician, well, that one was always the same. The reason Madame Xanadu had called upon you to restore the balance in this place.

John Constantine.

Whenever one of her foresights indicated that the blonde warlock was walking into something he couldn’t handle himself, she sent you after him or, in this case, ahead to clear his path for him. Most times, he didn’t even know you had been there and you preferred it that way.

Like now.

The last you had heard of John was that he was in the States. Sufficiently far away, you thought. Even if someone had alerted him to the murder on Raven’s Rock, it would be at least another day before he could reach the windswept little island and by then you hoped to be long gone. It was best if you two didn’t meet at all.

You chewed on your lip as you thought of him. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to see him, it was just… easier if you didn’t. The things you did, the jobs you took were simply too dangerous if your focus wasn’t a hundred per cent on the task in front of you. And with John around, your newly mortal heart had a tendency to make your better judgement evaporate.

You passed a phonebox on the main (and only) street that looked as though it had seen better days and a small tourist information office/part time bakery with its doors and windows shut for the night, before you reached the seemingly only building in town with light and, admittedly subdued, noise streaming out of it: the pub. Apart from the city hall, you reckoned it must be the oldest building around, but also by far the one in best repair. The wooden sign above the heavy green door was, unsurprisingly, in the shape of a very sinister looking gull and it swayed in the wind with an ominous creak that made a shiver run down your spine, as if trying to dissuade you from entering.

Well, it wasn’t very likely that you would get any information elsewhere. With determination in your steps, you walked the last few cobbled steps to the door and went inside.

Your eyes quickly scanned the room, the patrons, the energies... and you froze on the threshold.

On a stool by the bar sat the very man you had hoped to avoid. He had taken off his signature trench coat and his back was towards you, but it didn't matter; you would recognise him blindfolded. He was so thoroughly cloaked and shrouded in magical protections of all sorts that the space he occupied was practically a vacuum. It was damn near impossible to locate him by magic, you knew. If one weren't looking directly at him, like you were now, no sixth sense or intricate spell would reveal his whereabouts. But his was a vacuum you had come to know very well. So well in fact, that by now you could pin him down by his apparent lack of magic, rather than by his well-hidden magical signature, and yet, there he was, sitting only half a room away from you with a drink in one hand and one of his ghastly Silk Cuts resting between the fingers of the other. And you hadn't noticed. You hadn't even done a quick scan to see if there were other magical presences on the island when you arrived. Worse, you hadn't cloaked yourself as thoroughly as you normally would have done and your own signature reached him before you could even think to try and prevent it.

From the way he straightened his back and immediately snuffed out the cigarette in an ashtray as if someone had shouted at him to show some care, you could tell he knew you were there. He shifted ever so slightly as if making room for you and you sighed. There was no getting out of this one.

Getting rid of your raincoat, you went over and crawled onto the empty stool next to him.

You were met with that wicked smirk of his that made your heart stutter and stumble in your chest.

"Now, there's a pleasant surprise to brighten this hellhole," he greeted, raising his glass at you. "Must confess, I never guessed I'd be running into you on this godforsaken rock, luv."

"Hello John." You did with a nod, trying to keep your voice even. "Can't say I expected this to be your sort of retreat either."

The warm light in the pub shone in John Constantine's dark eyes and his smirk grew into a grin.

"It's good to see you, luv. I've missed that disapproving pout o' yours. The fact that I never know when I'll see it again makes it so much sweeter."

You rolled your eyes at him, but didn't attempt to hide your burning cheeks. The bastard couldn’t possibly know exactly how brightly your torch for him was burning, but he always acted accordingly.

"So, what are you doing here then? Odd place for playing tourist, innit?"

He leaned on the counter, his hand moving closer to where yours was resting and there was that little, dark gleam of hope in his eyes that always appeared when he looked at you. As if there was somehow some other reasonable purpose you could have to be in a place like this, at a time like this.

You shrugged, biting down a smile.

"I find the climate rather agreeable."

John threw his head back and laughed at that. Even the barkeep, who had overheard your words, snorted. You caught his gaze before he turned back around and ordered a sparkling water.

"Right. And I just happened by to see the sights, eh?"

"Well, what do you think of them then?"

You raised an eyebrow at him and took a sip of the fizzy water the barkeep placed in front of you. John grinned and gave you an obvious once-over. Your dirty boots and high-neck jumper didn't seem to put him off.

"Much improved since this morning. At this rate, I can't wait to see how they'll look in the night."

"Oh, I ought to slap that smirk off your smug face, wizard," you sighed, feeling how your stomach was practically fluttering at his suggestive tone.

"Is that a promise, luv?"

"You're insufferable."

"Aye, that I am, luv, but you keep coming back for more. Must be doing something right, eh?"

You bit your lip and looked down; he suddenly felt too close. And the general level of noise inside the pub from people chattering wasn't as high as you had hoped. It would be easy for others to overhear anything you said. Given the island-wide unrest over the murder, you were sure ears were perked more than usual and you didn't want to draw any attention to yourself, or John. You would have to gather more information some other way.

"I missed you, too," you confessed, staring at the bottles lining the wall behind the bar as if they were all of a sudden exceedingly interesting. "But I... I thought you were helping out a certain green vigilante overseas these days."

John visibly tensed up.

"Who told you that?"

You shrugged, still not looking directly at him. The truth was that he couldn't really hide from you, not even in your current state. If he found out though, you didn't doubt for a second that his heated flirting would be switched for a literal knife in the back before you could even think the word "portal". Well, perhaps not literal, but you had no doubt the outcome would be fatal for you anyway.

"Who told you to come here?," you countered, raising an eyebrow and John scoffed.

"If you must know, I got a call from an old friend. Looks like she's been scrying on her own and this little spit of land kept drawing all her energy. Didn't seem like something I could ignore."

"You should've," you mumbled, taking a large slurp of your water and doing your best to ignore the persistent little spark of envy starting to gnaw away at you at his choice of words. What old friend? It had to be someone he had slept with, it always was with him. Why couldn't you just not care? "Take my advice, John, leave. Go home and lay low. I'll handle this island."

"Is that concern for old Johnny I hear, luv?," he asked with mock-surprise.

"Maybe. Don't let it get to your head, your ego won't be able to fit into that coat of yours."

He chuckled, but the tension was still there and you didn't know how to break it without giving him the truth, or at least something close.

"Your turn, pretty bird. I don't believe in coincidences like this, so tell me. How'd you know to come here?"

Lying to John Constantine was out of the question. As was being honest with him.

You chewed on your lip a bit, weighing your options. It wasn't like him to accept any kind of help unless he was downright desperate and that was still a long way off. If you challenged him though, he was most likely to flee, that much you knew. But you didn't want to get on his bad side unless you had absolutely no other choice.

"Leave," you repeated. "This one's out of your league, John. Let me take care of it, please."

The way your eyes were pleading with him made him frown and you realised you might have shown too much of your hand.

"I'm not going anywhere, luv." His hand was on top of yours on the bar before you could move it. To anyone looking, it seemed like an affectionate gesture, but he was effectively pinning you in place. "Not until you give me a bloody good reason not to give you the same treatment as whatever beast it is we're dealing with on this island."

"Let go of me."

Your voice wasn't very loud, but you knew he could hear you. He answered by pressing down harder on your hand and you winced.

"Why is it so hard for you to believe I just want to keep you safe?," you all but hissed at him, emptying your drink with a sour expression.

"Oh, I trust you just about as far as I can throw you, luv. Every time I see your pretty little face it means there's trouble brewing just around the corner."

"I saved your life in Tennessee. And in Derry," you tried, but his hold didn't loosen. If anything, John was now gripping your hand so hard no blood could possibly flow to your fingers. "I am trying to do your stubborn Scouse arse a bloody favour, why can't you just for once in your damn life listen to me?"

"Tell me your name then and maybe I will."

Fuck. Somehow it always came down to that.

"Xanadu," you snapped through gritted teeth, eyeing John with what you hoped was an appropriate amount of ire. "Xanadu contacted me and told me about this place. Happy? Obviously, she wasn't going to tell you now, was she?"

John withdrew his hand from you as though you'd burned him. It felt about as pleasant as a punch to the teeth, but you tried not to let it show on your face.

"I suppose you're right...," he admitted. "What did she tell you then? Her usual cryptic nonsense I reckon?"

"For someone in your line of work, you're not at all keen on prophecy reading, are you?," you sighed, forcing a bit of humour into your words.

There was no love lost between John Constantine and Madame Xanadu, that much had been clear to you from the beginning. But even though she couldn't stand the sight of him, she believed John was instrumental in keeping the world safe and had begrudgingly agreed to help you protect him when she could.

"Not really my style. I prefer things more tangible, to the point. Besides, I don't need to worry about divination when I have you."

"You rarely do."

"Not by my choice, luv."

Your eyes flickered back to the empty glass in front of you and you had to take a very slow breath to try and steady yourself. His effect on you was too strong for you to be safe around him. Your job required a clear head - for both your sakes.

"A restless darkness will carry its evil across the water to be unleashed upon the twice-named rocks," you recited, steeling your voice as you averted his unspoken question the way you always did. "It wasn't that cryptic at all for once."

He didn't need to hear the other part. You could feel his eyes roaming your face, trying to figure you out, looking for something without fully knowing what. It was at times like these you missed your wings. Keeping secrets in a human body full of emotions and urges and reactions beyond your immediate control was frustrating at best. It was another reason you were better off keeping your distance.

After a while of searching your features, John sighed and gave up.

"Alright. So it's probably some kind of malevolent spirit then, wreaking havoc. Don't see why you're so worried luv, sounds like any other Tuesday to me."

The barkeep was close enough for you to signal for a refill to you both. He grunted something unintelligible, obviously not too keen on all the Brits suddenly hanging out in his pub. You made sure to send him a grateful smile as he filled your glasses, yours with sparkling water, John's with whisky.

"My weeks are all Mondays," you said and raised the glass to your lips; just as you had hoped, John did the same. "Did you get here in time to see the body?"

"Only after they moved it. Wasn't pretty..." He took another swig while staring at the wall with a distant glaze clouding his eyes that told you he wasn't seeing the wall at all. "Pathologist told me the man had been alive when 'is head was severed. The, er... the inscriptions..." John looked just as sickly green as the constable had done and very gently you put your hand on his shoulder. A small gesture of reassurance. "I'm tired," he whispered suddenly. He turned his head to look at you and your heart ached when you realised how glassy his eyes had become. "I am just so bloody tired. Demons, vampires, curses, spirits, the lot. No matter where I go, there're always more and people die, it never stops. Innocent people, good people... I just want a fucking break, but if I don't stop the darkness from spreading, who will?"

His voice was thin and on the verge of breaking entirely. You wanted nothing more than to lean forwards on the stool and put your arms around him, somehow make him know he wasn't alone, but the risk was too great. You were in too deep already.

"Sometimes I wonder whether it's all worth it..."

"Of course it's worth it, John," you said quietly, clenching his shoulder. "We do what we have to so they...," you gestured discreetly towards the patrons, ”they can go on living their lives and not... not know and see the things we do..."

"I know, luv, I know. I just... I want..." The gloom that was always lurking just below the surface of his existence was spilling into his eyes. He was weary to the bone, deep into his very soul. For a moment, you thought he was going to let the tears burst. "I risk my life every day and it's never bloody enough, is it? A man got his head carved off by some wretched spirit who should have been resting in peace. Fuckin’ Hell..."

He rubbed his eyes hard and you decided then what to do. You didn't like it one bit, but seeing John this worn down, well, you liked that even less. It meant you had been sleeping on the job.

As subtly as you could, you put your hand in your pocket and found the tiny zip-bag with a pinch of purple powder in it. It wasn't something you used often and it had never been meant for John, but you couldn't in good conscience let him go after a rogue spirit in his current state. While he emptied his glass again, you drizzled the powder into your hand and braced yourself.

"John, look at me. It's going to be alright. You are John Constantine and without you this world would have ended twelve times in the last decade, maybe more. And right now you are going to save this island, because that is what you do. So get off your sulking arse and stop feeling sorry for yourself. We have a job here. You're going to find that spirit and put it out of its misery before it hurts someone else, got it?"

He huffed, but even so raised his head and managed a small grateful smile at the reprimand.

"Yes. You're right. Thank you, luv. You always know what to say..." His eyes darted to your lips and for half a heartbeat, you did nothing, just sat there and waited for him to lean in the rest of the way and kiss you. It was far from the first time it had happened, but you still felt at war with yourself. There wasn't a single atom left in you anymore that didn't crave his affection. He was drunk and emotional and between the way he looked at you and the way there suddenly seemed to be less and less space separating your bodies, there was no doubt about his intention. It would be so easy just to finally give in and let it happen.

"Don't thank me."

Before he could lean back or ask you what you meant, you blew the purple powder straight into his face.

His eyes widened in shock, but his body immediately began to turn relaxed and pliant.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me...," he mumbled, but his gaze was already unfocused.

"I'm so sorry, John," you whispered, gently guiding his torso onto the bar.

He tried to say something more, but his words were slurred and within a few seconds, he was gone.

You had gotten the sleeping powder from a dealer in New Orleans, who had told you the effects would last at least four hours. They always oversold their stuff, but hopefully John would be out long enough for you to deal with the entire affair if you hurried up and took a few shortcuts. It was a messy solution, but then again, you hadn't planned on him being here. Desperate times and all that.

"He gonna be lying there all night?," the barkeep grumbled with a raised eyebrow at John when you hopped down from your stool. You put on the best smile you could manage under the circumstances and slid 50 quid across the counter.

"He'll come ‘round soon enough. If not, I'll be back for him in a few."

You practically fled the pub before he could ask you any more questions.

The road outside was deserted and you hoped no one was watching as you marched to the lonely phone box you had spotted earlier. It didn't look like anyone had used it in several years, but when you picked up the receiver the dial tone was there alright.

You took out a stained, battered playing card from the depths of one of your pockets (the seven of diamonds) and slid it into the credit card slot. You didn't own a mobile phone and neither did most of your acquaintances, but still you had memorised the few numbers you occasionally needed.

"Hey Chas, it's me," you said when the answering machine finally picked up. "I'm at the island with John and I haven't got much time. I don’t want to get John involved in this so I need to work fast. There's no need to worry, really, I've got it under control, but... just in case something unforeseen happens, uhm... if I don't call back in let's say ten hours, will you let John know where to find my body? He can't track me in his usual ways, so he'll need your help."

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. What you were about to do was risky, maybe even reckless.

"I'm going to the beach where they found the dead man and work my way from there. If... if I don't succeed..." It was as if your throat was suddenly full of gravel. "Chas, please, just make sure John isn't the one to take on that spirit. He is not ready for that." Too late, you held the receiver away from your face while you tried to suppress a sniffle. So much for convincing Chas Chandler that you had things under control. Forcing your voice to even out, you continued. "I have to go. Just help him if I can’t, okay? And don’t worry too much. I’ll probably see you in a couple of days.”

Before you could say anything even more stupid, you hung up and slid your helpful seven of diamonds back into your coat. Handy little thing to have on you.

You left the phone box in the last light of day and made your way down to the beach. It took you twenty minutes to reach the cove and less than one to sneak under the police tape unseen. There were just two constables standing guard at the scene and they only looked when you wanted them to. For an active crime scene, the site was unusually quiet, but you attributed your luck to the dusk that made searching for clues almost impossible.

Of course, that went for you as well, you thought sourly as you carefully stepped around the little plastic numbers the police forensics had put up all over the little stretch of beach. You could make out the bloody piece of driftwood and the large dark spatter running down the stones where the corpse had lain, but nothing smaller than those. Even if the place was rather secluded, you didn’t dare light a torch with the uniforms standing idly guard so close by.

Sighing, you closed your eyes and concentrated.

The place was tingling with dark energy and it became clearer the more you felt around, using your own magic.

A spirit, just like you had anticipated. A lost soul preying on the living for… revenge? Yes, the bloody traces sang with the mad desire for vengeance that so often kept the dead from their rest.

Bloodshed, the thirst temporarily quenched. Then what?

The movements of the spirit became blurry after that no matter how hard you tried to focus. The leftover energy had been disturbed and mixed with the signatures of all the people who had been to the crime scene since the discovery of the body and it was impossible to make out without assistance, even for someone as experienced as you.

If you couldn’t locate the soul, you couldn’t send it packing.

Luring it via séance required more people and it was too risky for everyone involved anyway. Without its name, summoning it was out of the question as well.

You groaned when you realised what you had to do.

Making sure for the last time you couldn’t be seen from the line of police tape above you, you took off your backpack and dark raincoat and shoved both of them under the nearest rock. Next, you loosened your boots and sat them next to the backpack, then your thick scarf and woollen jumper. With short, angry movements, you rolled your trousers down and folded them hastily, ripped off your socks and wriggled out of your top.

“You’re so bloody lucky I love you, John,” you mumbled through clenched teeth that were starting to rattle in your skull. With fingers already numb from the cold, you unclasped your bra and slid down your underwear before you could change your mind, and with a deep breath, you stepped into the waves.

Even before you went into the sea, your body had been covered in goosebumps from the chilly October air, but the surfs rising around your legs now made you heave for breath with every step forward. The rocks under your feet were dull compared to the sharpness of the water. When it reached you mid-thigh you had to stop and wait for the pain to subside enough so that you could get further out. You were too close to the beach and the water was still too shallow for your purpose.

A tangle of seaweed drifted past your ankle, or at least you hoped it was just seaweed. It was hard to tell for sure in the dark.

Your submerged muscles were screaming as you forced yourself out until the water reached your ribs. If only that wretched spirit hadn’t chosen the middle of the bleeding autumn to throw its tantrum.

“Sacred Nanuet, your humble servant speaks to you,” you intoned through gritted teeth and held out your hands on either side of you so the gentle waves touched the palms of your hands. “She beseeches you; allow her the honour of sharing in your wisdom. Blessed goddess, lend her your sight and expand her understanding, your humble servant begs of you, great Nanuet…”

The ancient language you muttered your request in felt strange on your tongue as always, but your flattery worked. You could feel the magic start to sing under your hands and so you took a deep breath and lowered yourself completely into the sea.

The stranglehold of the freezing water somehow got pushed into the background of your conscience and within a beat of your heart your mind was alight with images. Through the water, you could see most of the world, but you focused on Raven’s Rock and the little beach behind you. The water had seen it all. From the depths of the ocean, it rolled onto the sand and sneaked its way under the island’s rocks, seeped into the soil and was drunk by the hungry roots of The Green, stretching into the light above ground…

It wasn’t long before you managed to zero in on the exact event you needed. The Sight of Nanuet allowed your mind to access the memory of the watery abyss, which included as good as all water on Earth and not a lot of people mastered navigating it anymore. You had been forced to use a lot of wordly magic since you lost your wings and so had learned to find what you needed relatively easy.

Through the Sight, you saw the murder of the man on the beach, how the spirit severed his head and lapped at the blood before turning away from the scene. It lost some of its shape then, but through the dewy grass above the cove and the moist air, you managed to follow it away from the beach and across the land.

The spirit held its physical form, or at least the overall contours of it, and it made it easier to trail. From what you could tell, it definitely had been human when it had been alive. Poor thing. If only it hadn’t gone and murdered someone, maybe you could have sent it to rest.

But would you even be there if it hadn’t?

When the spirit finally settled, you had followed it to an old, abandoned stone house with no windows and a door rotting away on the hinges. The place must have been a farm. There were several small outhouses scattered around the main building and indents in the earth marking former animal pens. The roof had been a thatched one, but now it was more moss than straw and what still remained beneath the heavy green patches had long since turned mouldy and dark. A few shards of glass jutted from some of the window frames like crude, predatory teeth waiting to chew up whoever was unfortunate or foolish enough to get close.

You went after the spirit through the remnants of the front door.

A voice in the back of your head told you it was enough, you should get out of the house and the Sight and the water. You had what you needed for now.

But the way the spirit slumped through the dark rooms and up a ramshackle staircase, as if it had done it a hundred times before, as if it belonged there in that house, intrigued you. It didn't match your original theory, the reason you didn't want John involved.

Curiosity piqued, you followed the lonely ghost up the stairs, where it turned left and went into a room with what had been two alcoves in the wall but were now mostly caved in. The room didn't have any windows and it was hard to make out the details, but the flimsy shape of the spirit trudged towards one of the beds and with motions as if the bedding had still been intact, it lay down and pulled the memory of a blanket over itself.

You slowly got closer, unsure of what to do. The visible shape of the ghost was gone now that it was no longer in motion and the general gloom of the empty house made it near impossible for you to see anything clearly. But the person the ghost had been once seemed so at home here. You couldn't feel any hostility from it at all, not even a trace. Only peace, comfort. Quiet.

This had been its home once when it had lived, you were almost certain of it.

But the desolate little stone house, out of the way even for the island's standard, must have stood abandoned for several decades, maybe even a century or two. If the ghost had lived here it was much older than you had initially thought.

Which meant you might have knocked John out for nothing.

Fuck.

You had to find out more and fast, but it was unlikely the memory of the house before your closed eyes would yield anything further. Even if it was dark and late in the evening, you would have to go there physically. The chances of finding something would be higher, and besides, you couldn't stay in the water forever. You were almost human, after all.

The thought had barely crossed your mind before the reflex to breathe kicked in and you could feel the freezing seawater rush down your throat. One inhale was all it took for your lungs to feel heavy as a pair of burning bricks. A fleeting realisation, that drowning was one of the most unpleasant sensations you’d had the misfortune of experiencing since losing your wings, faintly made it to the front of your perception before the back of your head hit the sand on the ocean floor. Then the only thing you could focus on was the pressure of the water and the way your body grew ever more numb…

The room still flickered before your eyes, slowly losing definition as you lost consciousness. Strange, you mused with your last bit of coherence, that an angel from Heaven should die looking up at it from so far below, in the cold embrace of the sea. It wasn't even painful anymore, the water, but oddly comforting, lulling you to rest, holding you tight.

The only regret you had was leaving John…

The last thing you saw before your eyes fell shut was his face above yours and a faint smile moved your lips. How very considerate of your mind to conjure up his image as the last thing you would ever see.

You could feel his arms around you even, fingers digging into your skin, his body pressed down against your own…

“Bloody fucking Hell, let her go!” The words didn’t make sense to you and they sounded so awfully far away. “She isn’t yours, you stupid paegan relic, let go of her! Let go!”

But you were, you were letting go, there was nothing more you could do.

“Christ, luv, which heathen tosspot did you enlist to drown you?! Yam, Ægir? Tiamat? Nanuet? Nanuet, isn’t it?” At the invocation of her name, you could feel the ancient goddess slacken her hold on you, as if in surprise, and you vaguely realised that the embrace you felt didn’t belong to her or the water, but to John. “Oh, you always were a fickle tart. Let go of this servant or so help me God, I, John Constantine, will destroy you and every last shrine still bearing your blasted name! Let her go!”

With a cry you weren’t sure was even coming from you, your face broke the surface of the waves. You violently coughed up seawater and if it weren’t for John’s arms, you would have fallen right back down into the deep. Your head was spinning. The numbness gave way to a cold so freezing you might as well have been rolling in needles. Everything hurt. Your legs felt unsteady, no, your entire body felt as if someone had replaced your bones with straw and your muscles with jelly.

“J-John…,” you coughed, but he shushed you, keeping you close to him in the water.

“I know, luv, it’s a bloody miracle you aren’t dead, you’re welcome for that. Now let’s get you out of the water, yeah?”

He was really there, drenched in the North Sea in the middle of October at what might as well have been the edge of the Earth, just to save you from drowning. His white shirt and black trousers clung to his frame like film and from what you could make out in the light from the moon, he was shuddering from the cold, too. You had never wanted to kiss him so badly before.

“I c-can’t m-m-move,” you got out through teeth rattling painfully in your skull, suddenly all too aware of your proximity and your own state of undress. As much as you wanted to cling to him for warmth, for closeness, the logical part of your muddled brain was screaming at you to keep your distance. That was what you did, wasn’t it?

“‘Course you can’t. How long were you under for, anyway? Completely off your rocker summoning a paegan goddess alone at night in the middle of the bloody ocean! What were you thinking?”

“I-I saw the g-ghost,” you weakly tried stammering through your clattering teeth. “Saw h-how it killed-ungh!”

You let out a groan as John swiftly picked you up and started carrying you towards shore. Your severely tested heart felt as though it might give out entirely. Never had you been reckless enough to let him touch you like this before, to let him hold you, as if you were a lover who would readily indulge in such intimacy. If it weren’t for the fact that you were very likely about to freeze to death, your cheeks would have been on fire. Every inch of your skin would have been scorching.

As it were, you were too cold and too exhausted for your body to produce that kind of heat. Surrendering to the fatigue in your bones, you allowed your head to rest against him and closed your eyes. He could carry you to shore or to Hell on his hands. You weren’t going to argue. For the first time in all your human life, you completely let your guard down.

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A, S, T, O, R

My friend thinks she is funny.

And she is correct. Because I snorted when I got this.

Anyway, @fatewalker-phoenix 500 years later, its time to actually answer this aknsdlkadnfasdf. She also claims she didn't specify who these were for but she KNOWS I have too many pretty boys to do all of this is one post. I think someone would kill me. Probably tumblr with the load of how much words in one post that'd be.

ANYWAY, this was from like, a month+ ago?? I'm surprised I even found the original ask list with how great tumblr's tag search system is at times, but here it is for reference! And if y'all would like to see any more, lol.

A - Advocate - How do they show their support for others? Are there any causes that they publicly support? Why?

Astor does his best to be there for friends, companions, etc. in... whatever capacity they require that he can fulfill - whether that be just someone to listen while they talk through things or that person you call at 2 am because you blew a tire and you need a ride.

I also consider him, in general, to be a somewhat cuddly person, so his modes of support often tend to be physical contact - from simple hand holding to hugs, if you're comfortable with them. I'm weaksauce for hugs and Astor gets to deal with a lot of what I give him, so that's another lil thing we share. Love hugs. He also tends to be pretty decent at pep talks - knowing what someone needs to hear and, more often than not, usually be able to speak from the heart on the matter.

Don't mistake that as he'll lie - because that's not it, but he spends a lot of time looking for and believing in the best of people, especially those he cares for or admires, so he remembers those qualities and can be good at bringing up what matters when its important as a little extra nudge of encouragement.

Being a Scion and Warrior of Light, I admittedly haven't spent a lot of time delving into what little things he might personally advocate for, since the WoL ends up in... quite a bit just as is, lol. But one cause that was close to home for him was peace following the Dragonsong War and Ishgard's reformation. He grew up in the Dravanian Hinterlands not too terribly far from Tailfeather, and Anyx Trine was always quite a sight over the trees. He really took to the dragons there, and, on the matter of Ishgard's changes, it was just good to see people make that choice and have hope and faith that they could manage that path. Particularly in his AU verse, of course, as one of Ysayle's closest followers - in that series of events, Astor actually remained with the dragons of Anyx Trine for a time after the close of Heavensward to better facilitate the budding relations before finally joining the Scions to, hopefully, seek out a new purpose and something of his own to believe in after losing Ysayle.

S - Seeker - How do they go in search of new information? Do they accept ideas on faith or do they need to test out information for themselves?

Astor tends to be pretty trusting - he's got faith in human decency, for the most part. If he doesn't know something, they've built a pretty good network around the Scions to find things out just by asking the right people. Unless he comes across something that implies maybe he should reconsider or there's more to the story than meets the eye, he's generally content to accept what he does learn.

Failing asking around, he isn't opposed to doing his own reading on the subject and, in more practical or hands-on things, try it out a few times to check his understanding.

T - Teacher - How often do they have to teach others? How do they go about it? How do they learn best? Do they dive in first and reflect later or study the theory of something new before putting it into practice?

He does generally enjoy working with others and admittedly has a not-so-secret soft spot for taking on something of a mentor or fatherly role. He just kind of... does that. He's the character that spontaneously adopts the younger member of the party. "I'm adopting a child. It's you, sign here."

Astor tries to explain and show because I think its how he learns best, too. An explanation, maybe a showing of the how, and a chance to try himself and then practice. Also by making connections or comparisons. He is someone who tries to make sure he has a grasp of the basics of something before diving into something - asks questions before the leap kind of thing.

O - Organiser - How organised are they? Do they have any unusual organisation systems? What would cause them to be uncharacteristically (dis-)organised?

Generally speaking, he's alright. I would not say he has everything labeled nor would I say his desk is completely neat and orderly, but he knows - most of the time - where things are when he leaves them. It's not exactly to my extent of just dropping things in place and knowing I left them there in my disorganized organized chaos, lmao, but.

He tries to be at least somewhat neat and kind of clean. Keep relevant things together. Put tools or utensils away when you're finished. Nothing that I'd say is unusual.

Stress, unsurprisingly, can make him a bit more careless. Or even when he gets really deep into researching something or just invested in reading into something or a certain subject. He can easily fill his desk with a lot of items and materials and that can look chaotic - and sometimes be a bit chaotic. While he may have everything he need, he can just kind of... bring it over and put it down and just... get to work. Which can leave some things scattered about in a less organized manner than a simple step by step process.

R - Rebel - Do they follow rules, bend or break them? Do they find rebelliousness in others attractive?

I have absolutely made a few jokes about Astor being a goody-two-shoes in his time and, yes, for the most part, he's generally alright to stay within set parameters - so long as he believes in them and they're beneficial for most or all parties. That being said, Astor can also be incredibly, incredibly bullheaded. To both ends - both in following set rules or expectations, or in... bending them. Or just straight up telling them that they're wrong.

He could balk at something like trying to go around an established chain of command, for example, not wanting to get anyone in trouble. But he also won't settle for things that he considers unfair. For example, though practiced and rather gifted in White Magic, Astor does not exactly shy away from aiding those despite whatever archaic permission may or may not have been granted to him by the elementals. He is, in all sense of the words, a healer main through and through to the heart, and he will not sit by and let someone suffer when he has the power to aide or alleviate even a fraction of that suffering. That is never the right thing to do.

That being said, he's a lot more bold about it when its only him he's risking. He's a selfless bastard to a worrying fault and he doesn't like to wager with other peoples' lives or safety.

And... generally speaking, Astor has... a small distaste for the rebellious for the sake of rebellion type. While there are certainly some rules he may agree were made to be broken or bent, he'd have a hard time with anyone who acted in a selfish manner.

#ffxiv ocs #answered #ch: astor caulfield

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