#life generally sucks but these series have made it a little better

[deandoesthingstome]

Hall Pass - Chapter 1

Paring: Henry Cavill x Reader (RPF)

Series Summary: You run into Henry Cavill at the start of a two-week house-sitting vacation. You had some previous plans. Some were ruined by your now ex-boyfriend. Some were made better. Guess by whom?

Series Warnings: I’ll be honest, this whole thing is just self-indulgent smutty fluff. Here’s what I offer: meeting, making out, and having sex with Henry Cavill (rpf). I’m probably NOT going to be adding chapter warnings unless I get a bug to re-write and something worms it’s way into the story that I wasn’t expecting.

A/N: I started this story shortly after the fiasco of The Witcher and Superman announcements. I thought about how great it would be to try and cheer him up a little. For the purposes of this story, he is single. No hate to anyone in his life right now, in whatever way you imagine that to be. I also understand if you do not read rpf. Feel free to scroll on by. I don’t need to hear about it.

This was going to be a looooong one-shot, but solicited feedback prompted me to break it up for you. 

Playlist: I will add to Spotify for each chapter.

Word Count: 3.1K 

"You've got to be fu..."

You barely had time to register the deep intonation of the same words you yourself were spouting when you glanced up from your phone screen just before walking smack dab into a 6'1" brick wall.

"...cking kidding me."

Your phone hit the ground with a clatter, though you knew it could sustain the impact. The best thing your as-of-this-minute ex had ever done was insist on the military grade phone case for your clumsy ass.

"I'm so sorry. Are you quite alright?"

"Oh, I absolutely should be the one apologizing," you responded, not even glancing up to check out the person from whom the sensual accent slipped as you knelt to retrieve your device. Had you done so, you would have noticed the shape blocking your way moving in the same general direction and probably wouldn't have bumped your head into his. Possibly.

"Oof! Oh dear..."

"My god, I am so clumsy! Please forgi..." you lost the rest of that apology as you raised your head and found yourself staring directly into the clearest blue eyes you'd know anywhere, the spot of brown, a dead giveaway.

"Cat got your tongue now?" A dazzling smile peeked out from behind a short, salt and pepper beard as firm hands gripped your shoulders to steady you. "May I help you up?"

It was all you could do to nod and soon you were standing once again, phone in hand, staring up at a face you would never in a million years dream might be found outside a Warhammer store in the middle of bum-fuck-nowhere. You blinked a couple times, then clasped a free hand against your burning cheek.

"Thank you. And I'm sorry. I wasn't looking at all where I was going. Let me just get out of your way and let you get on with your day."

If the slight furrow in his brow didn't cause your mouth to salivate, the tiny lip pucker sure did.

"Well that's just it, isn't it? The reason I was in your way in the first place..."

"Oh, this isn't your fault..." you tried to interrupt.

"...is because this door appears to be locked and there's a hastily hand-written sign stating 'Emergency. Back tomorrow at 10.'"

You glanced to the side to confirm the statement as well as peel your eyes off the man in front of you, for fear he was seeing all the thoughts inside your head. Who were you kidding? He'd clearly already seen them, the way he returned a shy grin as he finished his explanation.

"Oh that sucks. Wonder what happened to Josh?"

"Who's Josh?” he asked, with a deadly raised eyebrow.

"The store owner. He's usually here everyday, late sometimes even. If he's not here, something is definitely out of sorts. Hope he's okay," you worried.

"Do you frequent the store often?"

"Me? Oh, no. I buy honey from Josh's wife and sometimes he keeps a few jars around the store for regulars. I was going to see if I could pick some up."

"So you're not a gamer then?" Was that a tinge of disappointment underneath the curiosity? No, why would there be?

"Um, noooo..." Dammit. You took a quick look around to see who might be with him, possibly about to wrangle him away, but there didn't seem to be anyone worried about an errant fan. "Look, I'm sorry, but aren't you...?"

"Aren't I...?" A cheekier version of his shy grin appeared and you were absolutely done for.

"Oh my god. Please, forgive me. I should get out of your hair."

"It's Henry," he offered a large hand in your direction.

"Henry Cavill," you whispered back, accepting the shake.

"That's so odd," he grinned, hand still clasped in yours as you continued to let him slowly raise and lower your arm, completely amazed it was even happening..

"Hmm? What's odd?"

"We appear to have the same name."

You laughed and offered your real name before ending the shake.

"Lovely to make your acquaintance," he smiled. "Were you that upset about missing out on the honey?"

"I'm sorry?"

"You appeared quite upset just now. It must be really good honey."

"Oh my god, it's the best," you gushed, excited to talk up your friend's business. "She makes a clover variety as well as orange blossom and both are phenomenal. Oh, but no, that's not, no, I hadn't seen the sign at all."

"Well something seemed rather upsetting."

"Oh, my, um boyf.., um," you stuttered, unclear why you were about to unload your personal shit on a Hollywood A-List celebrity.

"It's alright. I didn't mean to pry."

"Well, what are you doing all the way out here anyway? Surely, there's another location closer to the city. I mean, you were here for the convention, right?"

"Yes, well. You're not the only clumsy one. I blame these fat fingers," he waved a hand in front of your face and it was all you could do not to drool. "I ordered a special model online, thinking I could work on it during a brief hiatus, and thought I'd arranged to have it shipped to a store near my rental, but apparently I don't know the geography around here very well, and well, I guess I didn't realize there was more than one location in this area. By the time I noticed I tapped the wrong store on my phone, it was too late to change the order and I figured a drive might be nice."

"Well that's, um, that's really unfortunate. Are you staying in the city?" You checked your watch. "Oof, you're about to hit rush hour traffic. What a nightmare to have to go back in and then do the trip again tomorrow morning."

"Rush hour into the city this time of day?"

"It's rush hour in every direction back that way this time of day. Plus two lane roads most of the way. Dreadful. And you didn’t even get what you came for. Sorry!"

"Well, where are you headed this time of day?" Why was he chatting with you like an old friend? Surely, he had better things to get to.

"Oh, well, we're," nope, not 'we' anymore. "Um, I'm house sitting at another friend's farm for a few weeks. A nice little staycation while I celebrate my birthday and anniver...um, birthday."

"Oh, it's your birthday?"

"Week after next."

"Well happy early birthday."

"Thanks!" You couldn't possibly smile any wider and your cheeks were about to start hurting. Definitely not the feelings you thought you would be experiencing as you read the text messages from your boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend, you reminded yourself.

"Alright, well, I guess I should probably hit the road and get the rush hour over with."

You stared a little too long, wheels turning in your head. No. This is dumb. Don't open your mouth.

"Do you have some place you have to be tonight?" Way to go.

"Sorry?"

"Just, um. Okay, this is so awkward and I swear it's not a prank or publicity stunt or anything and I'm not a stalker..."

"Though you are beginning to worry me," he chuckled, with a conspiratorial nod of his head.

"If no one's waiting on you, you could stay the night at the farm with me. There's plenty of room. And that way you don't have to make the trip twice." The words were out of your mouth before you could even consider you might want to clear it with your friend. But who wouldn't want Henry Cavill staying under their roof?

"Oh. That's, um, that's certainly unexpected and not necessary at all."

"It's no trouble, really. I could just make a quick call..."

"Well, if you're sure..."

"One sec." You turned away to phone your friend and, leaving out the part about a text-message breakup, you secured permission to allow Henry Cavill into the house for the night. No arm twisting needed, just promises of a few photos. You were sure he'd oblige, after everything you'd seen and heard about his gentle and considerate way with paparazzi and fans.

"Okay, we're on. Only if you want, of course." Please say yes, please say yes.

"If you're sure?" That eyebrow would definitely be the death of you.

"Positive. Follow me?"

You headed back to your vehicle, loaded with packages of food and alcohol for the next two weeks. When you pulled out of your spot, you saw Henry in what must be a luxury SUV rental fall in behind you and you led him 30 minutes down the winding back country roads to Grouse Ridge Farm.

"I hope the gravel didn't do any damage," you called to him as you exited your very not luxury SUV "I tried to keep the speed low so I didn't kick back any rocks or dust your way."

"I'm sure it'll be fine. Can I give you a hand with your belongings?" he nodded toward the cargo hold.

"That's so kind of you, yes. Thank you."

You each grabbed several items from the back and you noticed Henry look off toward the barn as you headed up the wide front stairs of the wraparound porch.

"Are there horses on this farm?"

"Why, yes there are. Do you...oh, of course you ride! Would you like to see them?" You set your bags down to fish the house key out of your pocket and opened the door.

"I'd love to. Shall we put these groceries away first? And are you feeding an army?" Henry's laugh was so pleasing, not derisive or mean at all. Just genuinely cheery. You led him to the kitchen where he began to hand you items from coolers to place in the fridge while you chatted.

"Not that it's a terrible trek to the store, that's actually the other reason I stopped in town on my way out, and there are a few variety stores nearby as well, but when I'm out here, I love to just ... be out here. So I try to plan for most meals with an occasional night out at a local restaurant or two."

"Surely you can't eat all this by yourself though?"

Here we go.

"No, you're right. I wasn't actually meant to be alone here for two weeks. Along with my birthday, tomorrow was supposed to be my one year anniversary with my boyfriend but he bailed." You could feel tears welling. "Like, it's been a little stressful lately, because he's been away for business for a few months and he's promised to get back to visit on weekends when he can but that hasn't worked out so well and this was going to be like a reset for us and then he texted..."

"He did not break up with you in a text message?"

You nodded slowly, embarrassed at how ridiculous the whole thing sounded, but also at the well of tears still building and threatening to break free.

"What a complete and utter twat. Pardon my French."

That particular curse never failed to make you giggle, and so with relief you let out a cautious laugh and wiped the tears away.

"He really is," you replied. You took a beat. The method of ending the relationship notwithstanding, even the few months before he was sent off to a new city to help build a brand for his company hadn't been the greatest. Petty squabbles, missed dinner dates, shifting priorities. You were so grateful you had held your ground and insisted on not moving in together right away. "You know what? Just nevermind it. I mean, if I'm not important enough to plan a few trips home over several months to continue nurturing our new-ish relationship let alone show up for an anniversary vacation, clearly he's not worth crying over."

"There you go! Absolutely right."

"Should we go meet the horses?"

"Love to." 

The bright smile on his face had you weak in the knees again but you somehow managed to lead Henry back outside to the barn, stepping inside the large doors carefully, so you didn't spook the animals.

"They don't spend all their time in here, do they?"

"Oh, no! It's just getting late and dark soon. My friends have a farm hand who comes by in the mornings and evenings to feed and water them, let them out on the property, muck the stalls, wrangle them back in. All the things I'm positively no good at. I can feed the goats," you laughed and nodded to the three animals in an enclosure with a small door leading out to a fenced in paddock.

"Well that's a relief. Do you know their names?"

"Yes! This is Telly," you walked toward a massive brown stallion with a gorgeous black mane. "And next to him is Butterscotch. Her coloring is my favorite. Over here we have Mikka and Sadie, the two Appaloosas. Sadie's pregnant. "

You watched the way Henry cooed and whispered to each horse in turn, taking the time to figure out the exact right spot to pat or rub or scratch at. Was he that meticulous in all his interactions?

“And what kind of dogs do the owners keep?” 

“How did you ...?” you trailed off as you realized he must have noticed the dog beds by the fireplace in the great-room off the kitchen, as well as the water bowls scattered throughout the house and barn. “They have two Great Pyrenees.”

“Oh, big floofers then. Excellent!” Did he just say floofers? Could this man get any more adorable? 

“Yes,” you laughed. “Um, Leo and Gabs.”

“And where are those two?”

“Oh, well my friends take them along on trips. I wish they’d leave them. I love their couch cuddles. Don’t care how many lint rollers I have to go through.”

“Ha, yes,” Henry laughed. “Lint rollers, a dog owner’s best friend.”

Oh shit.

“Henry? Is Kal with you on this trip? I mean, he’s not suffering alone in a strange hotel room right now is he?” You were close to mortified. Had you forced Henry to abandon Kal? 

“In the hotel room, yes. Alone? Decidedly not,” he chuckled. “I rang my assistant on the way out here to let her know she’d need to extend her baby-sitting for the night. Kal’s in good hands. Probably scamming for extra dinner as we speak.”

“Oh, good! Speaking of dinner, are you hungry?”

“I could eat, yes.”

“Good. I have something for that.” Henry cocked his head to the side with an eyebrow raise and you paused for a moment, shocked at how easily the double-entendre slipped out. “I just mean, well, you know, the army stores and ...”

Henry laughed and saved you from further embarrassment. “Yes, what’s on the menu tonight?”

“Okay, well I have sandwich fixings, a few soups, stuff for stew, plenty of pasta options, and oooh, I make a killer bolognese if I do say so myself,” you listed off as you headed back into the house.

“Oh, I don’t want you to go to any trouble. Sandwiches would be fine.”

“It’s literally no trouble. I prepped the sauce this week. Just need to reheat it and toast up some gnocchi. The hardest part for me would probably be opening the wine. I don’t know if you know this, but I’m terribly clumsy and all the bottles I brought are corked instead of screw tops. Jeremy bought them all before he left for work. Would you mind?”

You nodded to the stash of bottles on the counter and Henry set about picking out a pairing for the dinner. “Did he imagine you’d never want a glass without him?”

“Like you said, total twat. Oh, and I don’t mean to keep putting you to work, but it’s going to start getting cold in here now that the sun’s down. I can turn up the thermostat a bit, but how are you at building fires?”

“I’m excellent at it.” He was already turning toward the great room after pouring two glasses of red. You wondered about the title of this Hallmark Holiday movie you suddenly found yourself in.

By the time the fire was roaring, you had plates served up at the long farmhouse table. Henry sat and the two of you chatted throughout the meal, beginning with his amazement at how you were not lying about the sauce.

“Right??? I simply won’t be modest about it. It’s like the one good thing I can do.”

“Oh I highly doubt that. The skill it takes to coax this flavor? You must be able to translate that into other dishes?”

“Well, I try.” There, a return to modesty.

After dinner, Henry suggested drinks by the fire and you were happy to join him, settling into the overstuffed easy chair, lest he feel you were crowding him on the couch. But this way you could stare naturally into his mesmerizing eyes while he spoke a language you didn’t understand about a topic you could tell meant the world to him. You’d asked about the model he was to pick up tomorrow and that opened a floodgate, as if he’d been dying to chat about his hobby for ages.

“I’m sorry, I must be boring you.”

“Not at all! I mean, I don’t know anything about the game, but I love hearing people talk about their passions. It’s enlightening, getting to know what makes people tick, what makes them happy.” You tried to stifle a yawn. “That’s not a commentary!” you laughed.

“Yeah it’s definitely getting late,” Henry glanced at his watch for the first time the entire evening. Other than a quick glance at his phone at dinner to answer a text from his assistant, his attention had been entirely on you and the evening.

“Okay, well let me get you settled in a guest room.”

There were three rooms in the house with private baths, while the rest shared various full and half baths up and downstairs. You felt weird putting him in your friend’s room or the room with two twins, so the king guest room that you normally stayed in would be his for the night. Don’t think about wrapping yourself in the sheets later.

“This is you. Bathroom is through the far door and there are usually extra toiletries stocked under the sink so help yourself. Oh, gosh! Do you want me to grab a pair of pj bottoms or something for you?”

Henry pursed his lips and with a mischievous look stated, “Hmmm, not necessary.”

It took you a moment to catch his drift and your eyes widened as you turned with a squeak of surprise. “Oh! Right, okay.. Well, I’m just down the hall if you need anything. Goodnight, Henry.”

“Goodnight Henry,” he winked when you turned back confused, then waited as you entered your room laughing. 

You closed the door and took a deep breath then exhaled as you began imagining him naked in your bed. You grabbed your toiletry bag and prepared for bed trying not to think anymore about it. Sleep was going to come hard tonight.

Chapter 2

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[doubleddenden]

Damn the more I hear about Velma the worst it gets. This saddens me because I've been watching Scooby since before I could talk :(

Mainly what I'm seeing is that someone has contempt for the series + their own ideas for their own incredibly generic show and rather than make something unique, they're just insulting an established series.

My biggest gripes so far:

1. How tf do you got a Scooby Doo show without Scooby Doo? Is he too kiddy for your generic ugly adult cartoon?

2. Shaggy- oh sorry, NORVILLE. Look, I have no problem with the race thing- my literal main issue is that he's called SHAGGY for a reason. How hard is it to give him thick hair? On top of that they make him an actual druggie- let's pretend there's not some subtle racism behind making the perceived 'stoner' of the group black- it's boring. Yes yes we know the gang is a bunch of stoners, but isn't it funnier when it's just IMPLIED? Isn't it funnier that a man just REALLY FUCKING LOVES DOG TREATS and is willing to risk his life on a regular basis for god damn DOG TREATS? Instead they just turn him into yet another Seth Rogan tier predictable disappointment

3. The overall mischaracterization from what I'm seeing just... sucks, and again, I think part of that comes from a contempt for the series. You don't have to make the characters assholes to make them likeable! I know Rick and Morty and Seth McFarland have poisoned the well for a lot of people but you really don't!

Across the franchise there's plenty of fun ways to interpret the characters:

Fred: himbo that loves his friends, dad friend barely holding it together, obsessed with traps- take your pick, none of these are spoiled boring asshole rich kid.

Daphne: if you're opposed to damsel in distress, how about the cool martial artist fashionista made prevalent in the What's New Scooby Doo series or the live action movies? What about being a good reporter? Hell, even her goofy dorky self in Be Cool Scooby Doo is better than the stereotypical snooty popular girl. Props at least for keeping the red hair.

"Norville" is not a self friend zoning beta male and he's not really obsessed with drugs. Literally the man across DECADES of this franchise is ridiculously talented. Ventriloquism, improv acting, gymnast and athlete- seriously, why do you think they have him and the dog constantly running away from monsters and leading them into traps? The man was literally so good at that that he became a COACH. for MONSTERS. Let's also not forget that he was a race car driver! And had a hot girlfriend! In fact, fuck this friend zoned beta male shit- Shaggy literally pulls more girls (and men I think) in the entire franchise than the others COMBINED. If anything he should have dense harem protagonist energy. I'm talking more than Velma, dude also pulled her LITTLE SISTER- and she was okay with it because she knows he's a good guy(mind the AUs)! Pulled a girl that was kinda a monster fucker for him specifically when he was a werewolf, an actual fucking alien, several foreign girls of various nationalities, several average girls, a crazy but hot redneck girl that tried to SCHWOOSCH his bones after seeing the red shirt ONCE, pretty sure he did something good for Daphne to hang out with him for so long with just a bunch of dogs and a random kid they picked up, very sure actual monsters fell for him- and he's a nerd! He and his beloved best friend the talking dog are massive nerds! I reckon people still latch onto that and think he's the stereotypical nerd but no, no, Shaggy has so much going for him! Not to mention- not to mention! Animal lover! Doy! How do you miss that? He's always paired with the animals! The man is a collective family friend of the entire Doo clan! Every time there's a guest appearance with a non human entity, he's hanging out with them!

Velma... alright look. I'm about to say something real controversial. Real controversial. You ready? She is kinda boring and bland. She's smart and a good investigator, but really? This is who you base the show on? Recently she was allowed to be bisexual- that's great! She's well read, well informed, and if you want to skip the bitchy "its me or the dog" persona from Mystery Inc or the snooty geek from Be Cool, you could fall back to the quiet but cute and thoughtful personality she had in A Pup Named Scooby Doo. If not, she's just boring. I feel like most of the hype for her comes from memes or the people that think they're unique for finding her more attractive than Daphne (you're not btw). Like what does she do that the others cannot do? I'm pretty sure Daphne can do her job but without the min max on intelligence and some points in kicking ass. In fact, why are Fred and Daphne the assholes when Velma in TWO separate series has been the judgey bitch and overall asshole? If anything she should would fit the perfect "beta incel self perceived victim that's actually just a massive douche" trope!

And Scooby. First off fuck the writers for not including my boi. Second, you really couldn't make an adult comedy of a talking dog? If Scooby said fuck- scuze me, 'ruck'- I'd cry laughing! If Scooby was the druggie and Shaggy was normal, that'd be hilarious! Literally if they took every negative trait they forced onto the others and put it onto Scooby, you'd literally have a prime adult cartoon character right there. He's a gag character! Utilize it! I know in the recent series he's been pushed to the side for the others, but he's literally a comedic gold mine waiting to happen! Make him an arsonist! Make him have questionable opinions! It'd be hilarious because he's a literal dog that can't speak understandably half the time!

Look, if you want to make an "adult scooby doo" then I guess I can't stop you. Velma ain't how you do it though.

Btw before anyone jumps on me to defend the new show, the creator of the series supports JKR soooo

#velma #scooby doo

[swearyshera]

So we are at the end of the road on something that has always been about the journey, not the destination.  I’ve taken my time to gather some thoughts.  This blog has meant a lot to many people, not the least of which is me.  I’ve had a hard time these last few years – I think it’s been hard times for everyone, in one way or another.  Personally, I seem to remember discovering this blog not too long before I had a breakdown and handled it very poorly, making bad decisions that cost me a lot of friends, or at least people whom I thought were my friends up until a breaking point.  (Your blog was unrelated to this).  When I came out of hospitalization I had a few things to rely upon – a video therapy group was one, certain family members and, well, as silly as it sounds, hitting up tumblr for my daily dose of Sweary She-Ra to make me laugh. And then in mid-January, 2023, one of the people who was closest to me in my entire life died suddenly of technically unknown cause but considering his health issues, probably a heart-issue. It was sudden and devastating.  We shared She-Ra and the Princesses of Power together because he was kind of curious about it and I was a nostalgia-fan of the ‘80s series.  We both became massive fans of Entrapta.  In fact, my nephew / best friend got me into the fandom in the first place because he had a silly idea for a fanfic about Entrapta wrecking havoc in the Fright Zone just post first-season and had little confidence in his fanfic writing, but decided to pass along said idea to me, an inveterate fic-writer for many fandoms.  I was put through the wringer this year – it’s the first time I’ve been in partial charge of a memorial service.  I am feeling better now than I did at the beginning of this year because I’ve found the strength to keep doing things that he and I liked to do together and time helps.  And again, in all of this, I had a silly little comic where a sparkly purple princess calls people “twattingler,” others make liberal use of the word that originally meant Fornication Under Consent of the King, one character swears all the time but apologizes for it, one character is contractually obligated to use Ned Flanders style cursing and there’s a fourth wall breaker and an incompetent boss with indecipherable accent and Marxist unicorns and all the rest.  No matter what was happening with my emotions I could just… take a little break and look at the funny fancomic.  Sweary She-Ra for me has been like a warm mug of tea on a cold day or a bowl of baked macaroni and cheese with a butter-cracker crust made out of the old 1960-70 something Betty Crocker cookbook.  It’s been Internet comfort food that has been sorely needed at times.  So thank you.  I just want to thank you for this funny little fan project.  I don’t think you have any idea how much it has meant to your audience.  @freedfromthegalactichivemind

And I don't know if the audience has any idea how much it has meant to me!

When I started this, things were pretty shit, weren't they? Here in the UK we'd just come out of the second Covid Lockdown, with the third expected to happen imminently; the weather was miserable, we'd barely seen our friends in months, the world in general just sucked. And I'd love to say that I felt a calling to break through that with some humour, but no... it was nothing like that. This is what happened...

And so it all went from there.

I almost just went for random scenes as I thought of them, rather than starting from the beginning. But I thought "Eh, fuck it, let's see how far I get", and the rest is history.

Even as the storylines got more complex (bear in mind, I started purely with the intention to do the original script with a few swear words peppered in), I always wanted to keep things upbeat. The painful moments are those 'this is the good stuff, hurt me more' moments rather than actually horrifying things - I know there's been a couple of exceptions, but in general it's held true.

But I've always been driven by one thing - the world isn't very funny right now; it's stressful, sometimes downright terrifying. And if I can alleviate that for ten, twenty seconds per day and make that tiny bit of difference to someone, then I consider that a job done. I'm not out here claiming to have the cure for depression, or some kind of plan to save the world, but I (hopefully) can make a few people smile in the midst of all the shit that's happening, even if it's just for a moment.

So much has changed in the last three years, but this blog has been such a central part of my world, it'll be weird when it's over (maybe that's why I don't want to stop there!). But if this coming Friday really is the last chapter in this part of my life, I'll still be happy that it happened. And if you've ever smiled or laughed at the blog, I'm happy that happened as well.

#sweary she-ra origin story

[acourtofthought]

Elain is the Key

(one of them)

It always throws me off when I see anti's claiming Elain is irrelevant to the series when truly, she's set up to be one of the main players at this point. I also find it odd when certain parts of the fandom choose to ignore how relevant she actually is to certain storylines because it doesn't support their ship.

Eris and Rhys held each other’s gaze. Eris said, “You’ve been trying to bring Tamlin back for a while. But he isn’t getting better, is he?”

"I can delay my father from allying with Briallyn and starting this war for a little while. But not forever. A few months, perhaps."

"Discover whether Koschei is indeed involved. At best, we’ll stop them all. At worst, we��ll have proof to justify any conflict and hopefully win allies to our side, avoiding the bloodshed that would carve up these lands once more

At the start of SF, we're told they have two main goals.

Either they stop Koschei and Briallyn

Or they win allies to their side with the information in hopes they can avoid bloodshed through the peace treaty. (meaning if they can gain allies they can avoid another war).

But they're not working with a whole lot time. Eris says a few months at most before his father tries to ally with Koschei and Briallyn (which passed by in SF).

By the end Nesta stopped Briallyn however they didn't stop Koschei. And they did not win any allies to their side in hopes they can avoid bloodshed as throughout SF, Mor was unable to get the peace treaty signed.

That means they still need to resolve these issues.

Some keep trying to connect Elain to the crossover, that she'll suddenly have her inactive Seer powers reactivated to help Bryce. That she'll visit Hel.

Bryce is Crescent City and ACOTAR characters may lend a tiny supporting role but I really don't think they're getting the focus, not to mention Elain's powers are dormant in her own series. Why would they make a reappearance for the first time in someone elses? Also, Elain doesn't need to be a focus when she's got a much more major part to play in her own world and the future of ACOTAR's own people. And that future is Spring (because Beron wants it, it's borders are not enforced and the need for its army) and the continent (because of Koschei and the treaty), at least for now.

Since the novella, we have heard how important Springs borders are due to it's location next to the human lands and how anyone looking to expand would have to go through Spring first. Rhys said he doubted he'd get a decent nights sleep until he spoke with Tamlin about it and got no reassurance that Tamlin was willing to do something to enforce his borders. Now Beron is setting his sights on that court due to it's lack of leadership. 45% of the way through SF, Cassian (the general of the Illyrians) tells us that because a new war is possible they need a strong ally, they need the Spring Courts forces.

Right now, the IC has all but labeled Spring as a major piece of the puzzle towards settling the unrest in Prythian (what with certain High Lords vying for the territory there) and the human lands. If Spring falls, it is a major issue for the rest of them. If they don't have Springs army, it's a problem.

The ONLY characters tied into Spring in a significant way are Tamlin (current High Lord), Lucien (now permanently stationed there as their eyes and ears and the last to actually do his duty to the court at Calanmai) and ...... Elain:

SJM telling us Spring had been made for someone like Elain in the same book she tells us that "but wearing black, no matter how much she claimed to be part of this court.... it sucked the life out of her" is really not a small hint. I'm not sure she could be any clearer other than coming right out and telling us "Elain isn't staying in the NC". Throughout the series, we're also given clues as to what Elain can do for the Spring Court:

The Spring Court had felt stagnant. Hollow. Empty despite its growing life.

She had been always so full of light.

Empty versus full

Distant - because on the estate, nothing bloomed at all. The pink roses that had once climbed the pale stone walls of the sweeping manor house were nothing but tangled webs of thorns. The fountains had gone dry, the hedges untrimmed and shapeless."

"After all of this....I think the world needs more gardens."

"A gentle grower of things"

Nothing bloomed versus more, a grower of things

“Are these still your lands?” Nesta asked coolly, stepping out from behind Cassian. “Last I heard, you don’t bother to rule them anymore.”

But Elain … The Spring Court had been made for someone like her.

Loss versus gain

And though he roams these lands, he does not see or care for the neglect he passes, the lawlessness, the vulnerability

Elain would love this place.

Neglect versus love

"I don't have anywhere else to go.""You ruined any chance I have of going back to Spring. Not to Tamlin, but to the court beyond his house. Everyone still believes the lies you spun or they believe me complicit in your deceit".

“My sister Elain can convince anyone to do anything with a few smiles.”

Mistrust versus trust

At the end of SF, Eris acknowledges that while Briallyn is now gone, the IC has bigger issues they need to focus on. Beron (who we know has set his sights on Spring) is "stupid enough" to establish an alliance with Koschei and he's furious that his old ally is dead. If someone is going to go head to head with Beron, shouldn't that be Lucien (and maybe Eris too?). Not only was Jesminda murdered by Beron but he's been abusing Lucien and Eris's mother as well Az torturing his sons. If Elain and Lucien end up together then she's involved in that storyline.

The unsigned treaty on the continent is also a concern (a treaty Lucien's real father played a role in helping put together).

Koschei is on the continent.

Vassa is about to be called back to the continent ("But Vassa's freedom would end." "She would have to return to the lake" "Tell my Vassa I'm waiting")

And the characters tied into those storylines?

Lucien and Jurian aren't going to sit idly by while their friend is taken away by a villain.

If Mor was unsuccessful in getting the treaty signed then what other characters do we know of who excel at talking to people?

Who better to persuade them than someone who can convince others to do anything with nothing but a few smiles?

Also, Nesta wonders if Elain would travel to the continent. But not where the flower fields are, to the other continent south of that and in ACOWAR, Elain's visions were how they learned of Koschei, Vassa, the other girls and the hidden box he keeps.

This is going to sound a bit egotistical on behalf of the character of Elain but truly, I don't think it's that farfetched to say that as of SF, Elain has been set up to be the most important main character (along with Lucien) to putting a stop to what they consider the most major threats of their world at this time based on her connections to those things and since it's confirmed she will get a book.

Who else that's getting a book would be a candidate for helping to restore Spring? Why else would Nesta remind us about Elain having wanted to travel to the continent but taking a step further and specifying a completely different area than the tulip fields?

I'm sure the crossover will introduce new concerns that could effect them down the line, like other villains entering their world but those have not yet been introduced into the ACOTAR series and are not things yet connected to Elain.

The treaty is unsigned, they NEED Spring up and running yet it hasn't been since the novella, and Koschei / Beron are major concerns.

Trying to claim Elain has a bigger purpose in the NC makes no sense to me. As of SF, what is a more major threat in the NC than what I've listed above? Also, trying to pull Az into the Tamlin / Spring storyline or Az into the peace treaty / Koschei / Vassa storyline is such a reach it's amusing. And claiming Elain isn't relevant to the series right now is just as much of a joke.

#pro elain archeron #pro elucien #elain archeron #anti e/riel #pro lucien vanserra #acotar theory #elain x lucien #lucien vanserra #elucien #lucien and elain

[undergroundbillions]

Reblogged the post again about people wanting to make a new Raggedy Ann show, and boy do I have more thoughts!

I will. I admit. Sort of vague posting about specific ideas I've heard but at the same time I mean this to be a general statement and not criticism of anything in particular. It's just a trend that frustrates me.

What I see in a lot of suggested adaptations is a wide departure from not only superficial ideas of the characters and plot, but core themes that made up the very idea of the franchise. They were always, from the beginning, a little girl's toys brought to life with the imagination of her and her father, and when I see many concepts removing Marcella or any form of family from the story altogether, it makes me sad.

Because it marks the shift from the Raggedies as dolls who are alive, to the Raggedies as characters who also happen to be dolls.

In my personal opinion, that is one of the main issues plaguing the raggedy media that released post-70’s. People saw the two siblings themselves as the marketable entities, and the rest didn’t matter. It contributes to the flanderization of the characters and the stories as a whole, each generation of media getting us farther and farther away from the original concept as they pick only the most marketable bits. Natural selection via capitalism. Diluted into abstraction. Raggedy Ann is a franchise running on fumes at this point, all it has is that vague sense of nostalgia that gets fainter and fainter each passing generation.

It’s a similar thing to what has happened to the Winnie the Pooh franchise, they completely removed Christopher Robbin and most portrayals of the characters don’t go to any lengths to show that they were originally stuffed animals. But at least Pooh and his friends live in their own little fantasy world where removing the humans doesn’t make much of a difference. Raggedy Ann lives in our world.

And I’m not someone who thinks things always have to be exactly the same, I’d love to see new adaptations that play around with the setting!!! And the characters!!! And designs!!! And sure, the later books are more fantastical and usually take place outside in the Deep Deep Woods. But most people don’t even consider them in their plans.

It's clear many people's idea of the franchise is based on the movie, which is fair!!! The movie is in my opinion one of the better adaptations which manages to get the feel and charm of the characters being dolls and follow the themes of Camel With the Wrinkled Knees while still being it's own thing. Just like Gruelle's book it's wandering and nonsensical and goofy and the siblings get thrown from one wacky interaction to the next. It's a piece of raggedy media through and through, but I don't see much attention towards what makes it that way.

And I have to say, unfortunately, that many of these proposals remind me of one infamous piece of raggedy media, the 80's CBS cartoon. And I know the CBS series is bad for other reasons, of course. The writing sucks, the animation is worse, and the voice acting is grating. But. On top of all that, it doesn’t feel like a piece of Raggedy Ann media to anyone familiar with Gruelle’s work. There’s nothing that connects it to any of the franchise besides the existence of these characters, you could just swap them right out and it wouldn’t make any difference.

Same with the Chuck Jones specials. Sure, there are personality traits that follow, but they aren’t anything unique. You could put any characters in there.

Making a piece of raggedy media with no knowledge of what made the original books so timeless, I feel at best, you're going to make something like the Chuck Jones specials, and at worst, the CBS animated series. And to quote mod wowf: "and you're not Chuck Jones".

So. Idk. If you're going to make a proposal for a new piece of Raggedy Ann media, I think one should ask themselves why Raggedy Ann. We've had plenty of adaptations where the answer to that question was "they're popular", and I don't put much more trust in "I like them". It's not a criticism of anyone's specific ideas, I just don't think anyone is going to bother if the thing you're giving them is what they've already grown tired of. The siblings go on silly adventures, sure, but wasn't this originally about a little girl and her poppa who loved making up stories about her dolls? Is that not compelling anymore?

-𝕸𝖔𝖉 𝕲𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖑 𝕯.

P.S. I say this out of affection. I want people's projects to succeed and I want them to be well appreciated by people outside the fandom and I want them to change the public perception of Raggedy Ann for the better! And that's why I have Opinions.

P.P.S. This is about efforts to make an honest-to-goodness licensed Raggedy Ann TV show or similar media. Not fanworks. Make more fanworks always and regardless and don't listen to me.

#raggedy ann #raggedy andy #raggedy ann and andy #raggedy ann and andy a musical adventure

[husbandohunter]

Hey I saw that your requests are open so, remember your genshin impact x reader, where the reader was very smol :X I have been recently Been simping intensely for ayato. Could you maybe make a part 2 where ayato is present? I would love to see that happen!

Inazuma Daycare [Baby Male Genshin]

Characters: Itto, Ayato, Thoma, Kazuha, Gorou

Synopsis: A supposed demon, a Yashiro Commissioner, a former criminal, a foreign servant and the General of Watatsumi…all under the age of six. Since it can’t be helped, you must do everything for them.

Tags: gn reader, platonic love, children

(A/n): When someone request the child series, it's free real estate *proceeds to insert the rest of the boys*

Arataki Itto

The loud kid who speaks before raising his hand. The kid who brings trading cards and aggressively shows off how poggers his legendary collections are worth MILLIONS (they're not). The kid who sucks the life energy out of your body.

"Teacher! Pick me, pick me!"

But you just can't hate him.

Itto would undoubtedly still be the tallest. His horns were like little bumps, barely poking out. He's not particularly savvy with his face painting skills yet, which you must fix it up for him after he got into a mess as always.

"I wanna use the colour red. Make it streak down like tears of blood on my face! Oh man, I'm going to look so cool!"

Okay Itto, now sit properly or this marker is going across your nose.

During art time, he likes to create his own version of 'Teyvat Creatures'. You had an earful of them: King of Hiligalaticalspectadogchurls and Evil Beans (the main villain of his hand-made manga by the way). Colours outside of the lines too. Very proud of his work. Sells them for 50 mora each.

Lunch time was the messiest for him. He can't hold his utensils and prefers to use bare hands.

The reason why Itto has such good beatboxing skills was that he practiced at a young age. Though he ends up spitting everywhere instead. You hope that he'll get better as soon as possible.

Voice cracks. You can hear him across the playground field.

But no matter how rowdy he is, Itto gets along with everybody and never leaves them feel left out. You find him inviting little children in the corner to a game of tag during recess. Sadly, he still ends up being last place in these games. Might pout. Might get salty. Might cry.

Itto refuses to agree that he is a crybaby. He runs a lot outside and would end up scraping his knee when too careless. You remember fixing a wound for him, his face would be all scrunched up as tears were piling up. He'll just keep repeating the same phrases: "this is nothing"/ "I'm a man and men don't cry".

You laughed, "Yes, indeed you are."

Kamisato Ayato

The kid whose parents fund your entire business. The popular trustfundkid. The kid way too mature for his age. Ayato holds tight to his refined image that he may come off a bit vain. Why is he even in your daycare anyways?

The first thing he does when entering you classroom was to mutter, "So this is where the donations went."

"Excuse you not everyone can afford high-quality furniture like you and for the record, I bought them myself."

When Thoma isn't available you'll be his substitute. It's unbelievable how rich the Kamisatos are. Ayato couldn't even fasten a sash knot and expected you to put on his kimono the moment he outstretched his hands.

You found a hidden bottle of Bubble Tea which of course, you confiscated. No desserts before lunchtime, Young Master.

Despite his rather lavish upbringing, you often found Ayato being picked up by his servants rather than his parents. His family loved him very much, but they were obviously too busy to attend their son's needs all the time. Since then, you saw him in a different light.

Thus when indoor recess was finished, you made Ayato in charge of putting the toys back into the toybox.

Thoma was about to help, that is, until you interjected faster than the Shogun's lightning.

This would be the first step to helping the young boy connect with his fellow classmates. He didn't have to be treated on a pedestal, he was an equal, a child who needed your attention more than anything. Initially, Ayato felt bothered by the tasks you gave to someone like him but those tasks ended up bringing the two of you closer.

For instance, serving the meals. Ayato genuinely liked your cooking much to your surprise. He was often served the best and healthiest dishes with the best ingredients but they lacked the cozy hearth-like feeling that you had. He said it tasted simple, yet honest.

Enjoys his hand being held when you both cross the street. Politely asks if he could keep holding onto you. “I like it when you hold me, teacher.” It's safe to say that the kid has grown attached, albeit clingy. Next thing you find yourself carrying him like a baby.

You will never know that Ayato intentionally finds excuses to follow you around. He'll get jealous when his classmates, even Thoma, steal your attention. And when you scold him for it, he'll get sad. But don't be fooled! They might just be puppy eyes.

Thoma

The kid every teacher- no, every MOTHER would dream to have. (Totally 100% a mommy's boy). He's got that vibe to attract grandmas and aunties of all sorts. Thoma deserves all the stickers and he always ends up claiming his sticker prizes first, for being such a good boy. In fact, he is the only kid that eats everything you serve, even the vegetables.

Give him the head pats, give him ALL the head pats (Ayato stares menacingly from the corner). "Whos a good boy? Yes you are, yes yoo are Thoma uuu!!"

In contrast to his master, Thoma was an appreciative, humble and attentive little boy. You found him glued to Ayato's side, performing duties such as carrying his luggage, smiling through the obvious heavy lifting. You feared that he was threatened and sold into child slavery.

Kid!Thoma would definitely be a ship figurine junkie. He'd bring in a new model everyday and held it tightly in his tiny, fat, little hands. It's so endearing to see him during indoor recess, when he drags his toy across the floor, making splattering sounds with his mouth.

"Sshhhhhhwishhhhhh, pow! Bam. Babababababbaammbam!!" he says while bumping two boats together in battle.

Thoma, boats can't shoot elements from their canons.

In art sessions, he drew you a picture of him and you together eating ?dango? (he tried his best, okay?), "This is for you teacher, because I love you soooo much!" HNNNNGG

*Clutching chest and dies of heart failure*

When there would be quarrels among the other kids (Oh the usual, Itto whining over how Sara took his favourite cup), he's the first to call you over. "Teacher said no more fighting, we have to be nice to each other!"

He's such a sweetheart. Thoma would pull in a stool and reach to sprinkle food into the fishtank before eating his lunch. He said he felts bad that the fish had to watch everyone eat while they wait for their turn :(

"Good job Thoma, here's your seventh sticker for the day."

Kaedehara Kazuha

The toddler 1/2

You recalled the day when Mister Tomo dropped off Kazuha on his in daycare for the first and he'd timidly clung to his pants while hiding from behind. He's a shy little one, still is. You had to do a little coaxing otherwise Mister Tomo would have been late for work and stayed in your school for the rest of the evening.

However when Mister Tomo managed to sneak out without Kazuha noticing, he started to cry immediately. It brought so much distress that Gorou felt like crying too. You had to carry him because if you didn't, Kazuha would have found some way and climb over the fence, chasing down the running figure.

It took a long time before Baby Kazuha became comfortable with you. He tends to be very sensitive, especially towards nature. You'd bring him to the school garden every once in a while to show him the flowers. He looked so cute when trying to grab a butterfly, twisting and turning in your arms.

Quiet reading time was when you spent most with the toddlers out of all the kids. Kazuha is the only one to take out a bunch of books but never go through all of them. He'd flip through a few pages before getting bored and moving on to the next. You found him to be an extremely fast learner when it comes to literate subjects.

The way his little smile stretches his chubby cheeks when he says a word out loud. That's it. That's the show.

Kazuha may be a toddler but he's old enough to walk and play with Itto and the other kids. The thing is, he never does. He prefers to quietly play in the sandbox with Gorou. It's a wonderful bonding experience for both of them. Since the day you taught Kazuha not to eat sand to draw shapes and build sandcastles, he couldn't pull away from it anymore. And if you did, he'll start whining.

Likes to play with the pet turtles. When I say play I mean he simply sits there and stares as they watch them slowly crawl on the floor. When Mister Tomo arrived to pick him up, Kazuha asked him whether they can have a turtle too.

Needless to say, he'll have no trouble coming to daycare anymore.

Gorou

The toddler 2/2

Juggling between Kazuha and Gorou was hard, especially when you had to shoo Itto away from petting his ears or prying Yae's hands from pulling his cheeks. He was often dropped off at daycare with a stuffed Shiba Inu in his arms, notably that it was his guardian and good luck charm. Everywhere he went, General Gorou Jr would follow him too.

Since he was still young, you also had to spoonfeed him his lunch. Ah but don't forget to feed General Gorou Jr! You would now be serving two small bowls as his stuffed toy took space on an empty seat. Most of the time it was just Gorou talking to his stuffed animal and you learned many things about his alter ego. From General Gorou Jr's birthday to the way that he liked his bread sliced up.

Gorou once placed his Shiba Inu against your cheek to mimic a dog kissing you indicating that General Gorou Jr appreciated all the work you've done. Totally not lowkey expecting a kiss in return.

It's funny how his dog sense would kick in and he would suddenly become shy about it. One of those moments was where he'll be digging the sand beside Kazuha's sandcastles and burying the shovels that were needed for the process. This would make Kazuha angry and they get into a fight over protecting/digging up the sandbox.

Then there were other moments when a ball would suddenly roll by (Yae) and it would distract him from whatever he was previously doing (ends up having his desserts stolen because no one was guarding it)

"Hehe, teacher did you know that Gorou sleeps while hugging his tail?"

See for yourself. When it was nap time, Gorou was the first one to fall asleep and the last one to wake up. He'd pull up his fluffy tail between his legs, nuzzling against the fur, dozing off into dreamland.

#Genshin Impact #genshin impact headcanons #genshin fluff #itto x reader #ayato x reader #thoma x reader #kazuha x reader #gorou x reader #arataki itto #kamisato ayato #kaedehara kazuha #thoma #gorou #genshin imagines #genshin impact scenarios #genshin headcanons #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #nya writes #itto #ayato #kazuha

[anarchistauthor]

The Junk I Write

I'm an author who wears many hats, I'd say. I've got four books, two of which are very SPN-like, since they star a vampire who eventually works her way up to becoming the goddess of hell (it's complicated), one of which is a fairly conventional superhero story starring a bunch of queer communists, and a medieval fantasy book about people who turn into weapons and kill shit. And that's just my *finished* works.

In the drafts are sequels to all three of those series, a magic school thing I'm working out, a body-horror book about a girl turning into a monster like The Thing and using that power to murder the ones who did that to her, a spy thriller which (no joke) was inspired by Game of Thrones, something I call a "mecha western" which I think describes it better than I could put into words here, and more fanfiction than I know what to do with. And, like always, ideas keep coming to me. (I have ADHD)

So here's the thing: Basically anything I write is derivative in some way. Basically anything ANYONE writes is derivative in some way. If you read my books, and you've also enjoyed the same kinds of media that I have, it won't be hard to pick up their scent. Several major characters in my works got their start in trashy fanfiction which sits on my Google drive and only a handful of people get to actually read. That doesn't mean my novels are based on those fanfictions, and in fact, they have very little to do with the source material other than surface similarities. My novels are original, whether you believe it or not.

Take, for instance, the newest thing I've been writing, which I shall here codename "Greek Gods Thingy." GGT is not a book about actual Greek gods, but about a pantheon I made up based on some archetypes. There's a god of the sky, of the sea, of war, all that good stuff, but they're not the same as their equivalents in any particular real-world pantheon. And, no, this is not the part that's related to my fanfiction.

GGT's protagonist, a young lesbian called Ember, is chosen by one of the gods to do his bidding, and that's basically the plot, whatever. I actually tried to write this thing like a year ago, but I couldn't really pull it together. It felt off, I wasn't vibing with the characters, and in general I was doing kind of a crappy job, only ended up writing like 3500 words. And then, recently, I got the idea to cut and paste a character from one of my fanfictions onto Ember. I'm not gonna say what series it was a fanfic of, but it will be pretty obvious if you've seen the show and pay attention to Ember's mother in particular.

But here's the thing: The more I write it, the less copied it is. It's a completely different setting, different plot, different everything, just with the main character starting from a similar place in her life. I don't know if this applies to anyone else, but when I make an OC for a fanfic, I'm not doing it to self-insert or whatever, I'm crafting a person I love, who I love writing about. And then, what almost always happens is that I say, "Sucks that this character is stuck in a world I don't have ownership of," and then I end up making my own shit for them. That's basically what my medieval book was, too.

That doesn't mean the original work is a copy of the fanfic. If anything, it's freeing great characters, allowing them to spread their wings and prove their right to exist in something real. That's what Ember's done. And genuinely, I can't wait for this book (or any of the rest of them) to be out, so I can share my love for these babies with the world, and hopefully you all love them too. And, frankly...the idea of """real""" authors being judgmental of fanfiction is absurd to me. Fanfic makes writing better, it expands a person's voice and in many cases gets them into writing way before they have enough confidence to try publishing a novel.

Yes. Write that garbage fic of yours. Polish it, sweat over it, let it keep you up at night because you want it to be perfect. It might show you that you have it in you to write something your own. Or, maybe not. That's fine too. Either way, flexing your creativity is always a good thing.

Unless you're a nazi or some shit.

#writeblr #writing #fanfiction #ramblings #art

[teenwolf-theoriginals]

over the past week, i've gotten some lovely messages asking if i'm okay, where i was, basically kind anons sending love. and then there were a few anons who asked about my peaky fics. this is kind long, so i'll put it under the "keep reading" line.

firstly, thank you to those who checked in. am i okay? not really, that's why i took time away. lately, it has been a real struggle with writing. i know it seems like i'm singing the same old tune. but this time around it felt different. i needed to step away, take time out for me and try to figure out why mentally i wasn't connecting with writing. i haven't completely figured it out, i'm still slowly working through falling back in love with my writing. it's been small steps this past week. i have written a little more for the shelby chaos family, organizing the stories has helped me break them down, it's just a matter of committing to writing them and hopefully not hating what i write. on top of me disconnecting with my writing, i felt really deflated with life in general. short version, i'm just feeling so sick and tired of feeling like nothing is working out for me. it's little things that had piled up, getting my hopes up with personal things, and dealing with up and down emotions.

secondly, the reason why my peaky fics aren't visible is because i have made them private. a large reason why i was starting to disconnect from writing was because every time i looked through my notifications, 99% of them were people mass liking. it made me question what the point was in me stressing over these fics, trying to perfect them if that's how they were going to be treated (if so many think writers should write for themselves, then why not just keep them to myself, which made me feel really sad that i was having that kind of thought). that then led me to self-doubt and i didn't want that to spiral further and end up hating my writing to the point where i stopped writing altogether. so, i made the decision to cut out seeing those mass likes for the sake of my sanity and love for writing (a.k.a overthinking brain making issues more intense and stressful than they need to be). if i wasn't constantly seeing like after like after like after like, i could focus solely on finding that spark again for writing. i know it might seem like a drastic or silly thing to do. i know most won't understand unless you have gone through that as a writer or content creator. it's very difficult to communicate just how mass liking can affect a content creator if you aren't one. it's a struggle writers go through constantly and it sucks. so many writers have shared how powerful feedback, interest, and excitement can be and it feels pointless because it ends up being the same tiresome cycle. there is only so much excitement a writer can harass for their own fics before they need others to do the same. this quote by ernest hemmingway describes it perfectly: "writing, at its best, is a lonely life". writers spend so much time alone with their fics, that sharing them makes us not feel so alone. and i don't think asking for a better balance between likes/reblogs/comments is an unreasonable request (also, i understand tumblr's algorithm sucks and it's hard to get most content to a wider audience. especially if so many are posting and only the popular ones end up on top of the tags. that is why reblogging is so important).

i don't know when i'm going to make the peaky fics public again. i don't think right now i'm 100% in a place where i can do that and not go back into that rabbit hole of self-doubt, frustration, over-thinking, etc. i might do so once i have finished a fic. i might even post later more about the shelby family chaos series, share a little bit of the upcoming fics. i hope nobody is too angry at me for privatising the fics. you will be able to read them again, just please be patient with me. especially since there are a handful of fics that you guys will be getting, so i hope that sorta makes up for not being able to read my older peaky fics right now...

also, in regard to my tommy "sweetheart" series. i made the decision after reading through it to delete all chapters but the first one. i know that may disappoint some people, but i have tried to find something that i like within it and i just haven't been able to. i really love the first part, but the rest i hated. and i know some may think that's unfair, especially if other people did love it, but i wasn't happy with it and i don't think the quality of the other parts matched the quality of the first part. maybe, way way down the road, i will write something new for it. but for now, it's going to stay a one-shot like it originally was meant to be.

i'm sending lots of love to anybody who may be struggling right now, or may not feel good enough either when it comes to writing, personal issues, etc. you are good enough! please, take care of yourself, it is not selfish to do so. life is heavy at times, find some joy and hold on to it. breathe and take it one day at a time. if you ever feel overwhelmed, talk to someone, blast your favourite tunes, go outside, binge-watch your favourite show. just do things that make you feel happy and peaceful. ♡

#personal #writing #peaky blinders

[neonscandal]

Hello, again, Neon...How are you? Sorry I have not log in tumblr for almost 2 month. I'm surprised you got quite a lot of interesting asks when I read your blog....

So, first thing first, now I'm in the middle of watching "Fushigi Yuugi", thanks to you. Now, I'm not really interested in the romance but I really love the story and worldbuilding. It's isekai but so good....Thanks for your rec, Neon....🌻🤩

I always love sorting characters to Hogwarts Houses, and because you said you don't mind, can I ask for : Miaka/Tamahome (classic trope done great), Narumi/Nifuji (cute couple), and Vash/Wolfwood (I'm depress after reading their story), Reki/Langa (just read BL that remind me of them)?

Last question (sorry for this long ask, feel free if you don't want to answer all), because you love Hermione, do you ship Hermione/Ron or Hermione/Draco or other? Why?

Hope you have a wonderful day, Neon. And sorry for late in saying this : Happy Belated Birthday, wish you all the good things in life 💐😄

Hello old friend, welcome back 🌻💛 Never a need to apologize! I dare say you and your many questions may have emboldened others to reach out haha so I suppose I should say thank you for that. And for your kind words always! 🥺❤️

For it to be an older series, I'm glad to hear the worldbuilding holds up! I always loved Tamahome, Chichiri and Nuriko because they were so funny to me when I was younger. I feel like I should revisit the series with you!

Of COURSE I'm gonna address your whole ask in one go. Just remember, fuck TERFs!

ROMIONE vs DRAMIONE

As a smooth brained child, I didn't really ship Hermione until there was more obvious signaling that she and Ron were end game. The books were coming out when I was literally the age of the characters and kids are easily influenced and don't think critically. Not even going into comphet shipping at that age. I also loved redheads or maybe just the Weasleys? As an adult, Ron kinda sucked as a partner for Hermione. He took Hermione for granted, wasn't really supportive of things that meant a lot to her (SPEW, though clearly she changed his mind based on his later concern for the elves), was generally harsh with his words regarding her until the cruft of their adolescence was really broken away but, in my opinion, Hermione outclassed Ron and Harry in a lot of ways. In this pairing, it feels like Hermione made Ron better but Ron didn't reciprocate that improvement where Hermione was concerned. We can say he made her more approachable but that was him and Harry and just general socialization. It's been awhile since I've read the books so I may be selling my boy Ron short here. But also, as an adult, I see brilliant, amazing women end up with mediocre (but somewhat earnest) men all the time so I guess we were adequately prepared in our childhood.

As an adult, I'm not going to say I ship Dramione but I definitely see the appeal more. Especially where fandom fills in the gap because, contextually, we see them at odds and how Hermione is bold enough to challenge Draco. She (similar to Ron in the above), isn't the only reason the Draco undergoes his necessary character development we see through the story but her audacity, I think, humbles him in a way that's different from Harry. This dynamic is also more aligned with ships I tend to gravitate toward where they're a little antagonistic with a soft underbelly. I'm not saying this question justifies sharing this beautiful animation by @lyrablack1883 but… an excuse is an excuse. 👀

Onto the neon Sorting Hat, I guess!

Bear in mind, I'm largely of the mind that where the other houses are fixed, Gryffindor is open to anyone brave enough to ask/insist so, if you don't agree, that's cool, too. I give the primary i think they'd be in otherwise.

Miaka Yuki (Fushigi Yuugi) - Gryffindor with Hufflepuff underpinnings. It's important to note that the tenderness that Miaka exhibits is not without an edge. She may not be strong but she isn't powerless. She is kind and accepting of others and fair with a sense of purpose when chosen to be a priestess and rises to the occasion. She's still stubborn and, in fact, the flaws that more prominently make her a Gryffindor is what endears her to others (and sets her at odds with Tamahome because she's a brat, let's be serious). Still, with the whole world on its head, Miaka doesn't shy away from her duty and grows a lot along the way.

Tamahome (Fushigi Yuugi) - okay this is a bit of a toss up but only because it's been so long since I've seen Fushigi Yuugi that I'm torn between Ravenclaw and Slytherin, for obvious reasons. Tamahome is loyal to a cause and is subsequently very logical about the means to satisfy that end. Character wise, I just can't determine (or recall, rather), whether he could justify any means to that end. I'm leaning toward Ravenclaw with the loyalty to his family and then the Suzaku Warriors but I'm open to your interpretation as someone who may have seen it more recently.

Narumi Momose (Wotakoi: Love is Hard for Otaku) - Ravenclaw. Intuitively, Narumi had a goal in mind and creatively deduced camouflage would be the best means to be successful socially and at work. It's a little dishonest but with earnest intentions. But Narumi is a Ravenclaw in the daffy way the Luna Lovegood is a Ravenclaw. That's not to suggest neither lack intelligence but their focus tends to be elsewhere. Whatever the special interest, they know it all, you know? Good luck trying to be a normie, Narumi.

Hirotaka Nifuji (Wotakoi: Love is Hard for Otaku) - Bear in mind I have one season of Wotakoi under my belt. But the biggest indicator for my determination is that Hirotaka managed to hide his crush on Narumi for the full duration of the season. Cool, and nonchalant but the frenzy when his brother almost blew his cover? Slytherin. Mans had a goal all along and while Narumi seemed to fall in line with that out of convenience, it suited his purposes all along and we only see an aberration in his behavior when that was potentially jeopardized. Harmless as the circumstances were, it's giving Slytherin.

Vash the Stampede (Trigun) - Hufflepuff to a fault with sympathy for the devil. He will do what is right, damn the consequences and the risk of personal injury to himself. He was given a life and seeks to protect the lives of others at all cost. This sunshine boy isn't without shadow, driven to offset his brothers' misdeeds, for sure. But Rem, I think, is a stronger guide in how Vash lives his life. He doesn't do it for the glory, it's simply what must be done. He certainly doesn't go looking for trouble the way a Gryffindor might. It just finds him and he tries to resolve it as amicably as possible with a moral compass always pointing due North.

Nicholas D. Wolfwood (Trigun) - SLYTHERIN. Hat's barely rested upon his head and definitively we know that Nicky D will do whatever's needed to get his desired end. Not saying Vash won't make him question himself but, ultimately, Nicholas will do what Vash can't. His morality rests upon a razor's edge and he's learned that the only way to protect the people he love's are by doing the dirty work necessary. With Vash's influence, he may be tortured about it, though.

Reki Kyan (SK8 the Infinity) - Gryffindor with a strong Hufflepuff alignment (is this why Miya warms up to him?). Not only is he earnestly hardworking and kind, the glue that brings everyone together. But he's also brave, punching well above his weight class to stand up to Adam and protect Miya and, ultimately, to triumph over him because of his own brilliance and ingenuity.

Langa Hasegawa (SK8 the Infinity) - Gryffindor with a spice of Ravenclaw. ✨ Naturally skilled and adept skater (after some serious hard work as a boarder), I think Langa wouldn't have wound up pursuing skating at all had he not gotten swept up into it through the series of events as outlined. But, in the new environment, he's able to leverage his previous expertise critically and playfully and ascend to awe inspiring heights. Doesn't mean he's not still a bit of a himbo. Affectionately, Reki and Langa at their core are idiot 🤝 idiot and we love them for it.

Anon, a BL that reminds you of Reki and Langa!? Drop the rec, bestie! How could you not include? Do I need to make a rules page? Pay the troll toll, guys!

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[onyourhyuck]

RED STRING THEORY. | L.HC | Part 2.

↳ summary: Kim Micha is an art coms film student, assigned to screen write a short film about love. One problem though. She has never dated anyone. With little knowledge about love itself, she goes to her childhood best friend Lee Donghyuck, for help. Lee Donghyuck is a theatre student and is a well known player around the campus. What happens when the boundary between friends and lovers becomes blurry?

↳ The warnings: SERIES. workplace strict fake relationship type dynamic going on. Fake dating. Micha is inexperienced about dating and love in general. University theme. Donghyuck is a bit of a player but he means well…ish. Mark and Ningning are friend mutuals. Crack. Fluff. Angst. Romance. Slight spicy smut when more parts are released. Strict parents mention. Grades mention. teacher!Baekhyun mention.

↳ PART 3 LINK.

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↳ Tag: @sundamariis @kkakkdugi @lostmembrane @sayitditto @loveazri @yessohsehun @glamourizz @neobic

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Lounging in the lecture class, hunch back with chin resting on top of the palm, boredom eking out of her eyes as flicking the pen in between her other fingertips, sighing, for the hundredth time.

“Okay class you have five weeks to do this project, that results in over 24 hours of filming and planning your screenwriting.” Mr Baekhyun said up front of the students staring at him with soulless eyes, like Micha’s, or excitement in their eyes, not Micha.

‘Great, five weeks to fail if this plan of mine doesn’t work with Donghyuck.’ She thought to herself. Standing up grabbing the bag swinging it on one shoulder end as the files she grabs forward sticking to her chest close. The film student leaves with the other students in the class, most of them travelling home now or to their dormitories if they live on the campus. Micha does not live on campus but she does own her apartment complex with cheap rent (luckily she managed to BS the landlord into giving it a much lower number to her.)

But she isn’t going home yet. Donghyuck specifically told her to come to the university theatre department where all the acting students are, as well as the music students.

Micha walks the hallways before entering a room with a large stage for practice, the girl felt like a stuck out sore thumb even though it was dark. Lights were brightly shining the stage instead where Donghyuck stood with the performance paper with lines written on, next to him would be Karina and Yeri, as well as Bangchan and Yangyang lining up performing out their lines. The girl has no idea what’s going on, but she takes a seat down in front of the bystander seats watching the play happen.

No one seems to have noticed her presence yet, so she slings back to watch the rehearsal.

“I’ve loved you. Why did you expose our relationship like this.” Donghyucks voice croaks out, breaking apart like million glass shreds on the ground, as if all life was sucked out of him.

Karina soils a tear or two down her cheeks, clenching the paper for effect as she looks up at Donghyuck, breathily speaking. “So had i, Chan. But it’s far too late. I am better off without our toxic relationship. You need Alice.”

“ANNNDD CUT.” Coming out would be Kun clapping out his hands. The director of the play it seems. Micha felt mesmerised by the intense acting, it made her feel some type of way, though she didn’t know he was in the play this year. Last year he directed The Heathers play, it was a big hit too.

The theatre students all huddle with laughs and smiles sharing to one another. Donghyucks walking to hand Karina a tissue, with his charming smile and eyes going in a crescent eyes just by looking at Karina as if it were his world. The boy rubs her back as he bows his head leaving, he soon noticed Micha in the seats as he beams with a lethe grin forming on his face. Donghyuck waves his hands at Micha before he jumps off the stage, running up front to greet his friend. “Micha, hey! Whaddya think of my acting? Did I wow you yet? Make you feel tingles and butterflies?”

Haechan always asks for his best friends compliments, no one else but Micha. You suppose the boy trusts her judgement more than anyone else’s. He knows he can rely on Micha to have feedback all the time, no matter the situation.

Micha scoffs out with a slight laugh. “As if. If anything your acting partner makes me produce tears.” The boy wraps arms round her neck pulling her closer, he smirks, as if it were lies. Which it was, half lies. “Oh? Do i sense a lie here. I saw the way you were watching me.” There would be something hidden behind those lines he told to the girl, she felt hidden tension, not sure what kind it was. He leans closer where his breathing prickles her nose and cheeks. She turns feverish just by the small heat emitting from his mouth. Micha looks away pulling suddenly from Donghyuck, stammering. “Uhm- let’s go quickly. You told me to wait for you. Come on, I gotta be back at my dorm to start screenwriting.”

“But you have no ideas yet right?” He throws quickly behind the girl. He lifts his bag up and as she turns around she gives a small defeated nod.

He hums as his hands pull out two tickets belonging to the amusement park that is happening this week. Today was the last day so it will close soon. Micha’s eyes waver to the tickets close as she grabs them to take a closer look, lips fell into miniature gasps. “Donghyuck!” She exclaims looking up at the boy, who would lightly shrug, trailing as he wraps his fingers round the tickets. “You can’t be serious. These tickets are expensive, I’ve looked online before.” She breaks into whispering yells, not wanting to attract any unwanted attention. But he could tell she was scolding him hard. He coos at her mockingly before pushing her slip out bangs out of her face tucking them behind her ears suddenly, he leans closer to look at her, snatching the tickets in his palm back. “Oh calm down. I’ve got them from a friend who’s date bailed out. They were free for me. I thought that i should take you on a little fake date, to get you inspired for your screenwriting movie.”

Micha stands still rubbing her neck conflicted. Maybe going on this fake date will inspire her, she could observe the people around if there are going to be couples roaming, most likely there will be. The rides and the food. Alongside Donghyuck will be there. They have to act like a couple to make this screenwriting story work. The stubborn art coms student eventually nods giving the boy who’s now endearingly watching her pull her by the hands interlocking his with hers. “Great! Let’s go then darling, our date is starting now.” Donghyuck quickly soars rushing out.

“D-darling?” Micha let’s out flustered. It’s going to take a while getting used to being called so many foreign names by her friend…

He looks at her brushing a sweet smile at the girl who blushed at just single-handedly ‘Darling’ yet he can’t help but wonder how you’re going to look when he says even more worse names. Darling was a weak pet name to begin with.

“Oh gosh. You’re a tomato just by hearing darling?” He giggles smiling. “Remember, pet names.” He points out and Micha lets out a small ‘oh!’

Yeah, definitely will take a long time to adjust to.

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[ato-catto]

RADITZ X HELLREADER

(I've given you the name Yasha- just because I don't like typing Y/N over and over- please forgive me <_< also this will be on AO3 later this week.)

SMUT, 18+ /MASTURBATION/ KISSING

Part 1

Yeah.

Hell sucked.

Keeping his body was an extra perk, but in all honesty, it hadn't made anything better for Raditz. Big empty fields of nothing and dry rotting trees graced The landscape before him. The idea of making friends was out of reach- he was never a sociable person. Vegeta had beaten any of the social butterfly Gines DNA had given him out with excessive bullying of his character. And now, after being defeated by a NAMEKIAN, he wasn't about to go and share his entire life story, or even name with any individual in this hell hole. Word seemed to spread quickly around here, and he didn't need people knowing how much of a pussy he had been. He didn't need to be bullied in the after life AS WELL.

Raditz put up camp by a tree, shedding his now unnecessary armour. What a worthless life he had lived, he thought. How entirely pointless his existence had been, especially being a lackey almost his entire life after Planet Vegeta had been destroyed. He slouched slightly and mumbled cursewords to himself under his breath, a sickening feeling growing in his stomach. Kakarot- He was dead too. But he certainly wasn't here. The goody goody was probably in some form of heaven, having the time of his life. The thought irritated him.

Weeks passed, feeling like mere days with Raditz barely eating or sleeping. Night, hunger and exhaustion were not things your body needed or craved in the afterlife, and it gave way to a very boring existence. He took up his time punching the air, throwing ki blasts at the tree he had taken up camp by. He rarely saw anyone else. On the odd occasion there would be a wandering soul or Hell Attendant, but that was all. Until that after noon, that was.

She was a Saiyan, that much was clear. Her tail coiled around her middle, her hair dark and spiked like his own. He gave her a cryptic look and stood straighter. He towered above her- but not by as much as he would have previously thought. The Saiyan woman gave him a slight smirk.

"Another Saiyan, huh? No surprises there. We all belong in hell." She said, eyeing up his stature and figure. "Nice hair. Impressive."

Raditz was slightly dumbstruck. He hadnt spoken to another person in weeks, and certainly not a female. She had a well rounded chest and hips too- he wandered if you still had certain... needs after being dead.

"Thank you?" He said, the world's tumbling off of his tongue in a clumsy manner.

The womans smirk spread wider. "Aha."

Raditz gave her a quick and polite once over, before a frown settled on his face. "So did you die in the explosion on Planet Vegeta?"

The woman shook her head. "No. But I am sorry to hear of that. What a waste."

Raditz cocked his head. "Yeah-" he didn't entirely care. But he was curious. He had never seen her type of armour before. It was definetly Saiyan- but not from a period he knew of. "What did you die of, then?"

"Another Saiyan." She grinned. "We were at war with eachother before your generation somehow managed to get enslaved."

Raditz sneered. "I would rather be enslaved than killed by my own people."

The woman tousled her hair, completely unphased. "Mm. Of course you would. Word has it that you were Prince Vegeta the fourths little lackey- but you aren't little at all."

Raditz was thrown through a loop at this insult/compliment. "What? How did you-"

She laughed. "I know your father."

"Father is here..?" Raditz eyes went wide.

"He is." She watched his face contort through a series of emotions. Raditz decided he would push for details- Bardock would most likely be ashamed of his behaviour.

"Back to my question. Who are you?" He crossed his arms defensively over his bare chest.

"Yasha." She stuck a hand out. "Nice to meet you."

"Yasha-" He repeated, not accepting her hand shake.

She scowled slightly and returned her arm to her side. "Yeah. From before the Vegetas were even royalty. I was part of the war against the kindhearted on our planet Sadala."

Raditz was taken aback slightly. Looking at her, he had presumed she was one of the kindhearted. She had a soft face and gentle features- until she scowled. "Ah. I see."

"The first woman to achieve the art of Super Saiyan."

Raditz tail twitched. "Super....Saiyan?"

Yasha nodded. "Mhm."

"That's real!?"

She nodded again. "Do you want to see?" She couldn't resist a little showing off. After all, she had been stuck here for hundreds of years in her 27 year old body.

Raditz nodded vehemently, stepping back cautiously. He had only heard of the immense power a Super Saiyan could hold.

Yasha took a stand with her feet apart, her fists raised and clenched. She began to power up, her yells shrill and piercing. Raditz flinched, shielding his eyes from the bright yellow light that dawned from the woman's body, turning her hair an almost white shade of blonde. Her tail too had joined her in this spontaneous colour change, whipping around as she grinned with pride from inside her aura.

Raditz breath was hitched in his chest, his amazement freezing him in place. He was in total awe, at both the transformation and display of power.

"You...you changed-" he spluttered, his heart still pounding in his ears.

Yasha laughed. "I would hope so. That's part of become a Super Saiyan."

"Would... would you teach me to do that?" He gasped, kneeling at her feet as if she were some sort of idol or god. She gave him a confused look.

"If you want. I don't have anything better to do. Doesn't mean you'll ever achieve it, though. Bare that in mind."

...

Weeks passed. Weeks turned to months. Raditz was become more powerful by the day but still could not reach the level of a Super Saiyan, or transform. It didnt make any sense.

"This is ridiculous!" He panted, leaning on his knees as sweat dripped from his nose. "I'm pushing the limits of my very being and I'm still not even close!"

Yasha laughed, and powered down from their latest sparring session. "I did warn you."

"You did." He affirmed, wiping his face on the back of his hand. "I was a fool to even try."

Yasha had grown accustomed to his self pitying, self bullying ways. She rolled her eyes. "You don't know if you don't try."

Raditz grinned. He too had become used to Yashas all knowing wise words. "You said that last week."

"You complained in the exact same way last week." She shrugged, walking over to brush hairs from his cheek that had stuck to his sweat.

"You ought to tie this up when fighting." She commented.

He could feel her breath on his cheek, she was so close. His gut flip flopped, his eyes travelling down to her chest. Her armour was made for a woman- it shower off the good parts. She looked both strong and feminine and it had been rising the poor man up for weeks. Her cleavage heaved as she took breaths, her hip cocked as she inspecting his face and hair. He was snapped out of it when she suddenly rooted a hairband from her pocket and scooted round to attempt tying his hair.

"Hey! Leave my hair alone! I like it down!" He protested.

She ignored him, successfully twisting his long mane into a pony tail. "See? Much better."

He shook his head, feeling the weight of the hair be seemingly taken off his shoulders. It did feel.... better. He grumbled a thank you and crossed his arms. Yasha shook her head. "Ready to go again?"

...

Raditz hated it when she somehow got him pinned. She was barely half his weight yet she could keep him on the ground with one arm tied behind her back, literally.

Yasha taunted his as he laid beneath her, a sliver of blood trailing from his mouth where he had bitten his tongue in the impact. "Sh-shut up!" He growled.

Yasha felt his energy spike. She grinned. "Make me."

Raditz thrashed, grabbing her thigh with his tail in am attempt to throw her off. He failed, again. "This isn't fair!"

Yasha smiled sweetly. "Try and use another method. Use your cunning."

Raditz pursed his lips and thought for a moment, still straining slightly against her grip. His cunning? He could be cunning and conniving, and even smart. But right now nothing seemed like it would work.

"Look over there!" He yelled.

"That won't work." She sighed, pushing him down harder as a sick form of punishment. He winced and tensed, his dark eyes connecting with her glowing green ones, then travelling down to her smirking lips.

That was it! The number one thing to throw her off guard was-

He darted closer and kissed her on the mouth, her smirk being replaced with a hated but surprised look. He pulled away, taking the opportunity to throw her aside. She hit the tree with a thud. That was the first hit he had EVER gotten on her. He grinned.

Yasha stood. "That's playing dirty!" She complained, wiping her mouth as if she had eaten something disgusting.

Raditz laughed and resumed a fighting stance. "You said to use my cunning, and I did."

She gave him a sour look. "Disgusting." She spat, before launching at him with a look of fury.

Hell hath no fury like a woman kissed without permission-

Raditz was very very glad he could not die a second death, but Yasha made him wish he could. She pummelled him with angry fists and ki blasts full of anger. "ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTING!" She reiterated, roaring in rage. Raditz flew away with a cheeky grin, trying to block and evade to no avail. "I'm sorry!" He wailed, being beaten into a cliffside, the rocks around him crackling and falling away with the impact of his body.

She pulled one last punch and stopped, her hand pressed against his throat, holding his against the rocks. "Dumb ass!" She snapped, tiptoeing up to return the favour he had given to her.. but far softer and more calculated. Her kiss melted the pain from his body and settled a warmth in his stomach. She pulled back for a moment.

"Ha~ wha~?" Raditz began, his eyes lidded and eyebrows raised.

She sighed in frustration and kissed him again, this time letting her hands rest on his burly chest. Raditz was lost in a fog of need, his Saiyan instincts taking over. His hands found her waist, settling on the dips on her hips as he deepened the kiss to another more passionate level.

He hadn't kissed a girl since he was a teenager. Being a pillaged and soldier didn't give time for such leisurely things. But he had had plenty of sex- he just hadn't romance those women. They were cheap off world hookers often present at the Princes birthday.

Yashas tail brushed his bulge, then wrapped around his thigh, leaving his lower body tingling. He pulled back to breathe, strings of hot saliva still keeping them attached. Her tongue was soft and pink, slightly poking from her mouth as she panted for air, gazing up at him with a dazed look. Raditz purred inwardly, darting back for more- and then she punched him. Hard in the gut. Hard enough to have him cough blood and keel over.

"That's what you get!" Grinned Yasha, an evil look passing behind her previously glazed eyes. "Don't EVER jilt a woman like that."

Raditz groaned, nursing both his ruptured organs and a stiff boner. "I'm.. sOrRy-"

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Raditz waddled to his bed that night, within the carved casm he had created in the giant wilting tree. 'Typical Saiyan Women', he thought.' Playing hard to get.'

He settled in his bed, stripping to his boxers and shifting beneath the covers.

SMUT AHEAD. 18+ ONLY PLEASE!

He grumbled as he adjusted himself under the cotton shorts, his balls aching from the encounter earlier that day. His stomach had healed, but his ego and neediness had NOT. He fished his length out from under the waist band and began stroking it to ease some tension that had balled up in his gut.

"Stupid woman." He scowled, before his head fell back. He started pumping at a good pace, thinking of the hot kisses they had shared. He pictured her beneath him, whimpering and begging him to go faster, harder.

Raditz groaned as he picked up speed, his hips twitching in unison to catch more friction. His tail looped around his balls, giving him the sensation of a lifetime. "Yasha~" He murmered, before coating his stomach with his own seed.

Then he turned red. "Oh. Gross-"

SMUT END.

He clambered back into bed after a well deserved shower and turned on his side, closing his eyes. He could see images of golden hair and yellow sparks in his eyelids. "Damnit.."

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[masonscig]

speaking of rebecca, am i the only one who's kind of surprised by the amount of people who hate her (valid) while also seeming to love bobby (also valid, but feels contradictory here)?

like, i can completely understand both of those takes, don't get me wrong (full disclosure of my two detectives on bobby's route carrie has a good relationship with bobby and rebecca, and avery all but hates them both) but considering rebecca's absentness and manipulative tendencies tend to be what turn people off from her it's kinda strange to see some of those same people uwuify bobby who, as an ex in particular, is explicitly stated as being manipulative to the MC during their relationship using them for information, clout, and straight up stealing their work in college. and while i get the appeal of them being like, the one anti-copaganda figure in the series now with how book 3 ends, but this is also the same bobby who to this point has canonically: been an incredibly manipulative partner in college and has continued post-breakup, has stalked the MC basically once a book, bugged their office in book 1, forced their way into the mc's apartment in book 2, tries to coerce them MC into sex to loosen their tongue on multiple occasions included multiple tries after the mc's made it clear they're no longer interested, and can be directly called out for trying to take advantage of the detectives emotional state during the kidnappings to get more info despite showing little to no sympathy for the victims being taken. even if there's good intentions there nothing about that is healthy even considering their respective careers (maybe even less so because of them).

again, not trying to bash either side of it, i guess i'm just trying to figure where people draw that line? to me they're both emotionally manipulative individuals who are trying to repair what they had with the mc to some degree and protect them, but don't know how to do it without being manipulative. they mirror each other in a lot of ways yet one seems to get a free pass more often than the other. idk maybe i'm just rambling but thanks for giving a place to do it <3

oh i LOVE this ask – and no problem at all! ramble on bestie i love reading your thoughts! <3

 i'm gonna put my response under the cut bc i have Thoughts

i do think it's wild to see how much more willing people are to forgive (is that the right phrasing? maybe tolerate is better here) bobby's behavior over rebecca's, but i think i can understand why to a certain degree

so, to clarify before i say anything, i think both of them fucking suck and should not be in mc's life for multiple reasons. bad mother, bad partner, bad friend, whatever, honestly they're doing more harm than good – it's mainly because they both aren't willing to correct their behaviors. you could argue that rebecca is, because she says it, but she doesn't do anything about it. she just says she's going to be a better mom like saying it out loud will make it true

[also i'm rereading the stuff i wrote, and this is from the perspective of someone who only picks 'have a bad relationship with rebecca' for their detectives, so take all my rambling with that in mind!]

but i think the reason rebecca cuts a lot deeper is because there's a different kind of love you're supposed to experience from either relationship. (i'm saying this generally bc from your ask i'm sure we're on the same page ab this !! it's hard to put this into words because i know that people (this includes me) have a lot of complex feelings about parental/spousal love and what standards you should have for either.

("dump him/her!" and "go no contact!" crowd, i'm sorry but i'm not heading in that direction LMAO)

for me, rebecca falls flat in a million ways, because she's trying to make up for years of being an absent parent with empty promises she's yet to fulfill. i know it takes time, as repairing any relationship does, but it does seem like she's approaching it almost in a selfish way, like mc's forgiveness will atone for the years she missed out on, when that's not even close to how these things work. and now with mc working closer with her? it'll restrain the relationship even more before it even gets to start.

she definitely doesn't think she's intending to be manipulative, but she is, by guilt tripping mc at different points throughout the series – but no matter what her intent is, the point is, she was supposed to be a loving mother to her child, and instead of leaning into that, she leaned away. she allowed her child to grow up without two parents instead of one, when unconditional love is the standard for any parent. taking out the whole "rebecca is a working parent" thing, bc that's totally okay, there's ways she could be there for her child that she just. wasn't.

instead of "my love for my child takes priority over my grief for my husband" it turned into "my grief for my husband takes priority over my love for my child" – and that's not okay.

i think bobby is bad, but at the very least, i think being fucked over and abandoned by a partner is a different kind of betrayal than having an absent parent – let me put it this way: if you have an awful romantic partner, you can move on from that by being shown what a "better" relationship looks like. that's what's happening in canon with mc, their ro, and their li. but... if mc has an awful parent (rebecca), then what's replacing that parental love? familial love from ub? that's all good and well (incredible, even), but that's not the same as love from a mother that's there but chooses not to be, you know? (also, please note, take this for as it is, because i think love comes in all shapes and forms – and i believe that you don't need a certain love to live happily, i'm just talking hypothetically about these fictional characters LMAO)

also, i think that if you choose to have a good relationship with rebecca, it's still not a good look – i said this in another ask, but i think that rebecca approaching certain situations the same way regardless of her relationship with mc feels intentional, whether or not m*shka intended that to happen. it's further proof that rebecca won't (can't, isn't willing to) change i think

i feel like this ask got away from me bc i started thinking less about people forgiving rebecca/bobby and more about why i think rebecca is worse SORRY DGKMMDKGKMG

OKAY i need to stop myself bc i know i have a lot of thoughts and i could probably talk forever about this but i am shutting the fuck up now LMFAO

#asks #twc book 3 #twc book 3 spoilers #twc spoilers #cw abuse #cw manipulation #cw coercion #cw abandonment #<- if there are any other tags to add please lmk!

[spookyclooky]

considering I will never shut up about this, and I see a lot of people ganging up on each other over this, I've decided I'm going to publicly share at least a few (if not all) of the slides from a powerpoint I made for my friends explaining why Stancy doesn't work and Steddie does

Keep in mind, this was not originally intended for general audiences but I've reached the end of my rope with this and I'm gonna show you some research I did (though I'm gonna exclude some of my slides cause they're introducing the characters for my friends who don't watch ST)

my first two slides, because some of this was jokes but I'm so actually fucking serious about this it's crazy

my summarization of both of their relationships (some of the Steddie one was jokes because they don't actually have a canon relationship obv)

and this is the summation of my analysis of both relationships (or what I think their relationship could be by analyzing the way they interact in Steve and Eddie's case). This doesn't even include the fact that Steve evidently wants a big family according to ST4, which Nancy straight up said is the last thing she wants. So, in being with Steve, she'd be trapped in her worst nightmare and would grow to eventually resent him. She even says this during that conversation:

Because she doesn't want kids! She expressed this early on the series when she's talking about her parents with Jonathan, telling him about how her dad was older and her mom married him for money. She didn't want to be like her parents, she still doesn't. She's trying her hardest to pave a path for herself in her journalism, by any means necessary. You think she can do that stuck in a house on the end of a cul-de-sac with someone she never truly loved in the first place?? NO!!! She says this to Jonathan in S1 E6, which just further proves my point

so hearing that, do you think she wants a cute little family with Steve, schlepping across the country with "six little nuggets" in tow? Absolutely the fuck not.

AND, for Steve, he straight up tells Robin that he doesn't love Nancy anymore. While he was on 'truth serum' from the russians. He doesn't even hesitate, and here's the scene if you wanna watch it again cause you don't believe me.

Even Murray, an outsider looking in, could see their relationship was not it

Like, do y'all not remember this?

Cause I do

this shows that even an outside party, who is JUST MEETING Nancy, can tell that she no longer loves Steve, and that's assuming she ever had feelings like that for him in the first place.

In S4, he SPECIFICALLY says, after the bit about crawling backwards, that he says when he gets a big enough thump on his head, he can change and move forward. He thanks her for helping him to 'crawl forward', which I kind of interpreted as a 'hey, thanks for showing me that the way I was acting before sucked, and you breaking up with me changed my life for the better', the breakup acting as his proverbial bump to the head in this particular case.

Speaking as someone who has been in an extremely unhealthy relationship in the past, I think that Steve is simply going through a denial stage at this point, his rose colored glasses coming back on to romanticize the good parts of his and Nancy's relationship instead of seeing the entirety of it. The good and the bad, even though from what we see as an audience, there's much more bad outweighing the good. Especially considering they weren't together for very long by the time the events of season 1 took place.

At the beginning of season 2, it seems like from Steve's perspective, the stuff involving the Upside Down (i.e, Barb's death, facing the demogorgon together, etc.), brought them closer together, but to Nancy, it made it easier for her to distance herself from Steve, for whatever reasons she personally may have found prominent at the time.

She at least acts like she's in denial at first about not being in love with Steve, but she lets that fall apart insanely quickly, considering she kisses/sleeps with Jonathan at Murray's a few hours after they talk about her love life/relationship with Steve where she says that she does in fact love him??

Delving into the mind of Nancy Wheeler is a complicated endeavor, the same could be said for Steve Harrington himself, but long story short, the idea that the Duffers could possibly be pushing them back together bothers me a lot because it'd be like Steve crawling backward all over again. It's like they don't know what to do with him unless he has some sort of love interest and it kind of shows. In S1 and S2, it was Nancy, in S3, it was Robin and now they're trying to come full circle which doesn't make any logical sense.

In all honesty, I think Nancy should just take a break from having a relationship all together, to finally let herself grieve Barb properly and Steve should have a partner that matches his emotional maturity that he's gained over the past seasons.

But that's all I'm gonna say, so thank you for coming to my TED talk and I hope you enjoyed <3

#anti stancy #stranger things #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #imo #long post #rant post #spooky speaks #these are just my takes #I tried my best to formulate my thoughts #but if you have any questions #don't hesitate to ask #was honestly very tempted to put the stancy tag lol #but i know i'd be upset if the steddie tag was flooded with antis #steddie #steddie endgame #jancy endgame #thanks for coming to my ted talk #hope ya learned something #i'm extremely passionate about this #joe keery #natalia dyer #charlie heaton #stranger things cast #stranger things opinion #i'll climb off my soapbox now #just needed to get this out #there was like one slide i didn't add but it was just me joking about how eddie belongs with steve #the others were introducing nancy eddie and steve respectively as i said

[xenonsdoodles]

…..I want to know about the galaxy brain head cannons for tamlin….. he is a little <333 I love finding people who enjoy him

oh god ok uh

so my main headcanon is that he's gay, because 1) I think more characters should be gay (especially in this series that didn't even mention the possibility until like halfway through book 3 lmao), 2) makes the curse that much worse since it specifies a human woman, and 3) once I looked at him from that angle everything made way too much sense.

he's the type who'd have been a traveling minstrel in another life. he writes dirty poetry with his fellow warriors, if you get my meaning. he's, shall we say, out of practice with women. you know?

I have a lot of thoughts about his family dynamics with that in mind. nobody wanted him to be the heir, least of all him. It Is Known that his dad sucked, of course, but it wasn't just his dad. also I named his parents (fergus and fenella) and brothers (roderick and torcall) bc you can only mention unnamed characters so many times before you need to call them something, yknow.

he had a crush on rhysand back in the day and that went really so incredibly badly in so many ways. rip

he did genuinely care about feyre, though he felt horrible about having to involve her in the curse and not loving her the way she thought he did/the way he thought he should, and that also went really badly. rip again

miscellaneous, some of which I've explored in fic and some of which are hard to put into words: a couple thoughts about what shapeshifting is like, the bogge fight which I was so mad wasn't on the page in the actual book, the general concept of his weirdass friendship with lucien which I rotate in my mind often, he's honestly better with people than he thinks he is but he's just So Tired Always, he has very faint scars in the outline of a mask after it finally comes off, and probably other stuff I'm forgetting to mention

#tamlin #talking #he is a weird guy and I like him more than I meant to #somebody get this faerie a qualified therapist and A Fucking Break #thanks for the ask I'm incapable of not writing essays about this guy for some reason

[omniblades-and-stars]

Also also entering atmo and blossoms on the water for the WIP game please 🥺👉👈

Oh hell yeah these two are so different it's bananas!

Entering Atmo:

Ok, so here's the skinny on this: I reference it all the time, but for the first time in probably ever, I had a hypomanic episode last year that was a wellspring of creativity instead of just sucking really hard. During that time, I came up with an idea for a story that was going to start out seeming like it was a buddy cop adventure with Shepard and Garrus. But then it was going to veer really hard into a drama/conspiracy thriller with an assassin who kept showing up, an explosion that ruins Shepard's life and causes her to just DIP on everything, and eventually it was going to culminate in some sort of revenge. It was out of control. You may have noticed that "Entering Atmo" and "Burning on Re-Entry" have similar themes for names. That's because the mania told me I should keep plucking at a plot that made no sense. Once that calmed down to a more sustainable, reasonable beast, I decided to do a much smaller story, and splinter all of my other ideas into better, smaller stories (my Wicked Game series eventually came out of this decision, though it changed a lot). It starts with Jane leaving the Alliance for mysterious reasons and joining C-Sec, and alludes to injuries and scars that she keeps hidden.

Here's a couple of little tastes of it:

The cold, clinical white of his entirely too bare office wasn’t helping matters at all. White arches, on either side of the room, cut through the wide open space and somehow made the lines and angles of the open floor plan feel oppressive and like the high ceiling was paradoxically pressing down on her. Shepard felt out of place in this room, as she often did anywhere on the Citadel. It wasn’t built with humans in mind at all, Jane often felt herself hunching forward, or leaning to a side to accommodate for the strange, sloping architecture. It didn't really make sense, turians and salarians were generally taller than humans, but something about the artificial curvature on absolutely everything made her spine feel like it was bent in the wrong direction.  She often wondered if asari felt the same way, considering their bodies were by far the closest analogues to her own. But she figured that they did not, they seemed to feel right at home anywhere, like their long-lived sense of superiority was always welcome no matter where they were. Of the alien species with long lives, Shepard preferred the krogan. She understood the bulking rage, the feeling that the universe had used her up and spit her back out and expected her to just saddle up and keep taking it. Not to say that she thought the asari were entirely undeserving of their heightened status in the galaxy, but she just didn’t feel any sort of kinship with that. Blood, bullets, battle, and probably a few more B-words that could be assigned to a soldier of her one-time status and the krogan … bombs or bastards, maybe … those things she understood.

And poor Jane just having a real bad time:

Life at home was a shambles. There were empty soup cans all over her countertops, cracker crumbs stuck to all of her casual clothes, and laundry all over the floor. Sparky lay forgotten on his dock, another sock stuck in the roller brush. Jane didn’t even have the wherewithal to go harass Garrus about fixing the thing she absolutely knew how to fix herself (or fix it herself for that matter). Her days ended with her laying on her couch, staring up at the ceiling, eating stale crackers, sometimes crying, sometimes not. The only place in her tiny little apartment that didn’t look like some sort of sticky, crumby tornado had gone through it was her bedroom, and that was simply because she passed out every night on her couch, box of crackers still tucked between her body and the cushions.

Blossoms on the Water:

So awhile ago, I wrote a little Shrios oneshot called Under the Rays of the Autumn Sun (which can be read here.) And like I frequently do, I couldn't put down the subject, Eden Shepard. I wanted to explore her backstory a little bit, and also use Thane's beliefs about an afterlife to do something I'm very uncomfortable with: thinking too long about death and mortality. Blossoms on the Water is a little experimental. Eden is led through some of her foundational memories by Kalahira so that her soul will be light enough to float to the distant shores. It's just sooo very angsty in a lot of what I've got so far, but that's how we do around here.

Here's a taste:

Chilled water laps gently around her ankles, as the water recedes back towards the sea, it leaves tendrils running down her toes to the rough sand beneath them. Small bubbles create a marker along the shore, a memory in foam of where the tide washes up to cover her feet once more. She can barely hear the sounds of the waters over the wind whipping around her. Hair flies over her face, stinging in her eyes, and it tugs at the edges of her yellow sundress, pulling the light fabric against her knees. She remembers this dress. The pale yellow fabric is embroidered at the edges with little white flowers. It was stolen. She wore it the first time she ever went to the beach, when she was a teenager. Strange, she doesn’t remember putting it on. The wind whips against her, hard again, and she has the strangest feeling, like fingers tugging at the hem of her skirt. Leading her somewhere, further down the barren beach. Looking at it now, it seems like the coastline goes on forever, flat and nearly featureless. When she looks behind her, she sees that this stretch of sand somehow has the ocean lapping at the other side. Like she’s standing in a mirror. The wind pulls again, quietly beckoning her to move. There’s comfort in this guidance. As she puts one timid foot in front of the other, marveling as she walks at the soft indentations they leave behind, she grows warmer. When she stops, the chill raises goosebumps on her arms once more. She follows nature’s gentle command, eager to feel some warmth. A wave crests, small, nonthreatening, and water spills over her feet, climbing up to her shins. As it slowly draws back, something small and white is left behind. Eden bends down to pick it up. It’s a small, narrow blossom, with a strong, sweet smell. She breathes it in deeply as the breeze wraps around her. It is a gentle caress and it begs her to remember.

#daisy screaming in to the void #this is my ask game tag now #sorry this ended up a lot longer than i intended but i'm feeling chatty

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5, 6, 29!

HELLO PRAX AND GOOD AFTERNOON!!!! Thank you for contributing to my Procrastination Effort o7

5. What’s a fic idea you’ve had that you will never write?

Generally I never say never. However when I was initially fucking around with the idea of Somewhere to Get To, I had considered it starting in the far future. Like, 2010s, and it would have started with a little vignette about one (or several) of Hawkeye's patients just living life (was trying to play abstractly with the question that comes up over and over again in S2G2 of, like, was it worth it for Hawkeye to have been there? What did the world gain from it? Etc.) Reveal that Hawkeye in fact is recently dead, and then a slow fall back into the primary plot with our young(er) Hawkeye. But this 1. felt weird 2. didn't work and 3. made me sad, so I chopped it. It's still around in one of my docs I think but it sucked.

6. Are there any fics from others you reread all the time?

Fff. ouughhh. Okay this is gonna be LONG and cover many fandoms sorry. Okay. So:

In general,

Designations Congruent with Things by CWR is something I reread every few years in order to have my brain exploded about how I'm never going to write something that good and also to catch feelings about wanting to be known and loved even when you don't like yourself, and to cry a little about humanity's drive for knowledge, etc.

Also Pacific Rim, irisbleufic's "Anthology" series. Haven't reread it in a while because it makes me like believe in love and the good of humanity and stuff. 'S brilliant. The end scene with Newt and Boston and the sky....... sticks with me still 5 yrs later. Awesome.

Also Welcome, Wanderer from singlecrow (TNG) which makes me crazy and is a great great great playful interesting multi-textual piece, dense and fun and fascinating and fae and good. It rules.

And the entire Controlled Burn series by jimmymcgools in Better Call Saul, of all places (some of the most gorgeous lyrical prose I've ever seen frfr).

[voice of a guy digging through his bookmarks and downloads] I can't believe I forgot "There Are No Gays in Football" by Malu_3, Merlin fandom. Changed me. The wrangling of fame and identity...

Speaking of Merlin, Pianos are made for Falling by fishwrites. Nodame Cantabile AU, kind of. Blew my mind as a teenager and I still love it. Makes me cry.

ANYWAY in MASH, Maple Syrup by Granspn when I can emotionally handle little Hawk, and "these are the days of miracle and wonder" also by singlecrow (Radar in the field, plus also Hawkeye's century of the atom speech are 2 indelible MASH ficdom images to me). Homecoming by yaroantheo also murks me every time.... the wedding scene....... I'm sure there's others but these are the ones coming immediately to mind.

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic.

Fuck. I forgot I was working on a modern AU Beejhawk just to prove to myself that I thought it was possible to do while maintaining the spirit of the show. I don't think I'll ever finish it. A chunk of that here:

Hawkeye woke him by pelting him with a ballpoint pen. 

“Hnf,” BJ said, opening his eyes, disoriented: he saw only a span of featureless beige tile. His proprioception lagged, struggling to inform him where and how he was positioned in space. He felt briefly as though he was floating, released from the perpetual falling of earthly gravity, and then groaned as direction reasserted itself. He was face-down on a floor somewhere for some reason.

Another pen contacted his face and he flinched. “Stop.” 

“You’re an hour-fifteen late,” Hawkeye informed him from somewhere far above. 

BJ’s body jolted into action without consulting his brain. He slammed his head against the underside of a table. Memory was coming back to him in pieces—a late case, scrubbing out, vision greying and fuzzing at the edges, sitting down in the mess, deciding to have a cup of coffee with Hawkeye who was only halfway through his own shift. He’d fallen asleep, evidently, or lost consciousness and then fallen asleep, but how had he ended up underneath the table?

“Which case?” BJ asked, nauseated with exhaustion, uncertain what day of the week it was, only tentatively sure of the month. Fabric shifted over his torso as he hauled himself out from under the table. Somebody had draped a lab coat over him as he slept. 

“Hunnicutt v. Hunnicutt,” Hawkeye said, voice calm and unemotive, which was a kindness. 

“Oh, fuck,” BJ said, closing his eyes, dread walloping him. He debated the merits of lying back down and sleeping until his next shift began or he died of a widowmaker—not that he’d be leaving anybody widowed once Peg’s lawyer was through with him.

“Hand me those pens, will you?” Hawkeye asked, like he hadn’t just used them as artillery. 

#my fic #sort of? #anyway THANKS FOR THE ASK!!!!!! #ask game