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[ID: art of Stan and Ford from Gravity Falls, with their selves from different ages all sitting around a campfire. In the front, their kid selves are glowing orange colors, laughing and wrestling. Further back, their teen selves sit on either side of the fire, looking across at each other. They're both tearing up but smiling, and glowing blue. The Stan and Ford of the present, in their sailing outfits, sit on a log in the back, smiling and talking casually. Stan's roasting a fish over the fire. The caption at the bottom reads: "stanuary - healing". End ID.]

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Tiempo de Vals

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: QSMP | Quackity SMP, Guapoverso - Fandom, Guapoverse - Fandom, GuapoDuo - Fandom Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Rafael Lange | Cellbit/Roier, Rafael Lange | Cellbit & Darryl Noveschosch | BadBoyHalo Characters: Rafael Lange | Cellbit, Roier (Video Blogging RPF), Darryl Noveschosch | BadBoyHalo, Phil Watson | Philza, Noah Brown | Foolish Gamers, some other people are mentioned but I don't think it's worth listing out Additional Tags: Spiderbit Month, Spiderbit Month 2025, thank you for hosting @atthebell! it was really nice to find inspiration for this monster of a oneshot, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Vampire, Cannibalism, Cannibalism (Mentioned), it really is just talked about not actually done on-screen, Married Rafael Lange | Cellbit/Roier, Rafael Lange | Cellbit Loves Roier, Roier Loves Rafael Lange | Cellbit, Vampire Rafael Lange | Cellbit, Vampire Roier (Video Blogging RPF), Vague Mentions of Cellbit & BadBoyHalo in the Hunger Games, let me know if I missed any useful tags! Summary:

Vampire!Cellbit and Vampire!Roier have been married for a century. They arrive on the Spanish-speaking train as surprise guests to Quesadilla Island. The Federation does the impossible.

I'm just barely getting this uploaded in time!!! (Apologies for the whack formatting of the post, I put the AO3 link after everything else)

(SPIDERBIT MONTH WEEK 1: VAMPIRES)

AN: Okay, maybe you think using "Tiempo de vals" by Chayanne for the title is silly, if you know the context, but it's, in fact, even more fitting because of the context. Chayanne technically has a connection to the QSMP, because Missa named his and Phil's egg after him; one of his songs also appears in that 7-23 Cellboier playlist. But in real life, "Tiempo de vals" is THE quinceañera song. At some point, it became a tradition (or inside joke?) to do a choreographed dance routine to this song. Way more often than not, the song plays at a quince. It's strange, because I think most people probably feel exasperated or annoyed when the song comes on, because this has been a thing for literal decades now, but I know what it feels like when you're expecting them to play "Tiempo de vals" and... they never do. It doesn't feel like a refreshing change of pace. It feels like something's wrong, like the world is off-kilter and void of a fundamental truth for a moment. A glitch in the matrix.

It reminds me of immutable facts of life, of forevers. It also reminds me of the feeling of absence. It's not necessarily taking something for granted until it's gone, but missing something that was never supposed to leave you in the first place.

-_-_-_

It was a pretty normal day for Cellbit and Roier. They were feeling peckish, so they went to the local bar that night for a bite. It was easier to manage not killing anyone or getting themselves in trouble, that way, when their victims were too drunk to tell up from down. Plus, they got some of the poor humans’ alcohol from their blood; Roier loved being able to tease Cellbit about living up to his Drunk Of the Year award.

Anyway- that night, they’d taken out back two drunk best friends to snack on, and found the train tickets in their pockets for that exciting vacation they’d blabbered on about earlier.

“Quesadilla Island? Have you ever even heard of it?” Roier asked as he held the tickets up to the porchlight.

“No, but the way they were talking, it’s a secret paradise,” Cellbit muttered, more to himself than to his partner, as he went about cleaning and covering up the bites on the humans’ arms. The less vampire bites witnessed, the less likely they would be caught and run out of town. “Frankly, it sounded too good to be true.”

“Eh, maybe,” Roier conceded, but he still pocketed the tickets. “I bet they try to bleed you dry out of money.”

“That, and the palm trees are made out of cardboard.” Cellbit snorted. He stood up and dusted himself off. “What’re the dates on it?”

“It’s only for one way, and it’s next week.”

Cellbit squinted at him. “One-way? For a vacation?”

“Hey, hey, look at it this way!” Roier grinned at him, squeezing his shoulder as they slipped out of the alley. “If we go and it’s actually paradise, then we can just enjoy it! If it’s terrible, then you’ll finally have a reason to revive that old conspiracy blog!”

Cellbit guffawed, slapping Roier’s arm away. “Shut up! No one was reading that thing even in 2005!”

“If Uggs can come back, so can your blog that loaded at 3 pixels a minute, mi amor,” he teased as he dug back up one of the tickets and handed it over to his husband.

-_-_-_

Packing up for a vacation had a very familiar routine to it. Homebase was technically the house Roier’s abuelo gave him, but they were more often than not on the move. What was the point in living forever if you didn’t go see the world?

Cellbit hadn’t been so sure about that idea, at first. He thought he would be plenty content trapping himself in an abandoned mansion until his hunger drove him so mad that he became nothing but a beast. That sounded like a fantastic life, actually, once upon a time. 

But it turns out, travel is worth it with the right company.

So, he happily went along with Roier’s whims, whether they were to visit the poles, or enjoy the nightlife in the big cities, or even go dance at his vampire friends’ yearly balls. Well, Roier would dance, and Cellbit would decidedly not dance and float around the refreshments the whole time instead, but still. They’d even gone to the tropics before, which was a nightmare for beings who burn in the sun, but they were still able to enjoy looking at the stars together on the sandy shores.

That was what he was looking forward to, on this trip- the night walks on the beach. 

He didn’t miss the sunlight much anymore, not since the dark had provided him with so much more. Really, he owed everything to that fateful night he was turned.

He was grateful to be a vampire.

-_-_-_

They made it onto the train with no issues. Seeing as they got on from Mexico, they weren’t surprised that all the travelers spoke Spanish. The weird part was that they didn’t all depart from the Americas, but Europe, too. How was that possible?

Well, Roier didn’t seem too concerned about it. He had a great time socializing with everyone (at least, those who'd kept their window curtains closed). He lied to Hell and back about where he was really from and how old he was, like usual, but he was also a master at joking his way out of anything, like usual. He dragged Cellbit into some of the shenanigans, but largely let him be in their compartment, studying the sparse promotional materials the Federation had provided to the passengers. How did a brochure with such cheerful colors look so ominous?

-_-_-_

Cellbit and Roier hung back while everyone else burst out of the open train doors in the station, slathering on sunscreen where their hoodie and coat didn’t cover. Cellbit’s already embarrassed to dress like this on a tropical island, and only feels worse when he pulls out their primary color wheel umbrella to share. (“Cellbo’s got such bad genes, man!” Roier had been telling the other passengers earlier. “He’s so pale, he’ll burn if he even thinks about going outside on a nice day!”)

What happened next was absolutely baffling. They had to turn on the power to the island, which had clearly seen better days and was not hosting a proper resort. They watched people scramble to press the button to let down the literal language barrier. They saw on their newly-received communication devices that a woman named Jaiden died when the wall exploded, and then... she just reappeared? From somewhere??? And then, in the following chaos, a couple more people died and revived, too?!

Oh, also, they’re supposedly trapped here. 

Cellbit really regretted stealing those tickets.

-_-_-_

The pair wandered off a bit further into the fields to build their shelter than most of the others, seeing as all the bachelors seemed hesitant to bunk with a married couple glued at each other’s hip. Which, fair- but also, a little privacy was appreciated while they tried to figure out what to do.

“What’s gonna happen when we next need to feed?” Cellbit whispered, worrying at his lip as they walked. “Everyone will know everyone here.”

“I know,” Roier grumbled, gripping the umbrella handle tight. “If we’re really stuck here, it’d be better to just fess up, no? Lying will get us nowhere a week from now, and we’ll just look worse when the truth comes out.”

“But then they’ll try to- to control us,” Cellbit gritted out. “Or just try to kill us.” He already went through all this effort to control himself- it’s why they agreed to stop killing their food, so he would have to practice restraint and not get them chased by angry mobs every other day- but would humans ever respect his no-kill record? Of course not!

“Or they’ll be willing to listen and make some kind of plan so we can still feed under supervision, or something like that. I’d rather not,” Roier tacked on, crossing his arms with a pout, “but it beats being dead.”

Cellbit paused, then stopped Roier’s walking by bumping his shoulder with his. “Wait- what about the people dying then coming back to life? Do you think everyone’s like that, here?”

Roier slowly lit up with realization. “Actually, yeah, they might be!”

Cellbit matched with his own excited grin. “Which means they have less reason to care about us drinking from them, since it doesn’t matter if they die!” He then twisted his mouth. “We don’t know if there’s a limited amount of lives, though, so we shouldn’t bet on that too much.”

“Still, that’ll help a lot...”

Cellbit raised an eyebrow when Roier didn’t finish his thought, and followed his line of sight. There, in the distance stood... an abandoned, overgrown gas station. They shared a look, then trudged towards it. Roier ran his hand down Cellbit's back to set him at ease, but the clench of his jaw betrayed his own nerves at the eerie sight.

“What kind of horror movie did we just walk into?” Roier asked as he inspected the decayed gas pump. “What happened to the people before us?”

“Maybe they moved? Or managed to escape?” Cellbit replied, clearly skeptical of his own words. He scanned the gas company logos. Those were recent enough that it probably was only a few years since it was abandoned. Maybe time worked differently here, because they shouldn't be that overgrown, in that case. He paused and turned to Roier. “Hey, do you think that we would revive if we died here, too?”

“Uy, don't ask me something like that at a haunted gas station, man!” Roier laughed, slapping at Cellbit's arm.

Cellbit didn't get to reply. Just as he opened his mouth, he saw white fur in his periphery. 

-_-_-_

When he next blinked, he was standing outside on a white elevator block at noon. He didn't have his colorful umbrella on him anymore, nor did he feel sticky sunscreen on his skin, but he wasn't burning. 

Desperately, he reached next to him for Roier's hand, and Roier was reaching for his too. He flinched back away, however, when his hand felt wrong. He looked over at Roier, who looked just the same as before, but was... warm?

“Cellbit,” Roier said as a gasp, before taking in a big gulp of air, like a drowning man. He tried to say something else, but his heavy breathing quickly turned into hyperventilating. He folded over, clinging to Cellbit's green coat for dear life, and Cellbit tried to hold him up, and pat his back, and whisper reassurances while keeping his own breath in control. If they both devolved into panic, it was only going to make things worse.

“I'm breathing,” Cellbit suddenly realized. 

It was such a natural instinct, even after the hundred or so years since he was turned. 

Roier, born a vampire centuries ago, never had it.

He didn't think he'd ever need to coach someone on what to do in this situation, but he'd do his best. He helped Roier sit on the grass and kneeled down next to him. In his best reassuring voice, he spoke into his husband's ear, “Roier, breathe in through your nose for 3 seconds, out from your mouth for 3 seconds. Follow me.”

He'd lived through years that felt shorter than this scare did, but Roier eventually was able to figure it out and breathe more normally, if still a little exaggerated. Cellbit knew he was probably fine when Roier started to employ every swear he knew after every inhale. 

“When you stop thinking about it, it'll be automatic, I promise,” Cellbit informed him with a relieved laugh.

“What do you- what do you mean I'm gonna do this automatically?! Ew! ¡Guácala! This is awful!” Roier complained, gesturing at his chest. Cellbit should probably check that Roier knows those are called ‘lungs’. “Ugh, if this is the human experience, I want a refund! 0/5 stars!”

“It only gets worse from here,” he replied teasingly, but his smile fell away quickly. His eyes were drawn to Roier's hand. He held his palm between his own hands, and inspected it closely, ignoring his husband's complaints about it. It was so unexplainable, how it looked just the same as it always did, no matter what angle, except- no, the veins were all wrong, almost a bruised color. He pressed at his wrist, and felt a dreaded pulse. He really was pumping blood. And when Roier slipped back his hand with a shudder to try it himself, Cellbit pulled up his own wrist cuff to check his pulse, then pressed his fingers to his own neck, then checked every other point he could think of. They all said the same: he was pumping blood, too.

“Have you ever heard of something like this happening before, Roier?” Cellbit pleaded. “Has anyone undead ever become alive?”

“No, of course not!” he huffed, almost offended. “And I can already see why. This is such a joke of an existence. What next, I have to eat? I have to sleep? I have to poo?” With sudden horror on his face, he grasped Cellbit’s shoulders and shook them desperately. “Am I gonna pee-pee my pants?!”

“You might,” Cellbit answered in the most mournful tone he could muster, to watch Roier dramatically cry out in despair. To top it off, he added mock-seriously, “But if you do, I’ll pee-pee my pants, too.”

Roier let out a joking, but loud, swooning groan, holding his hand to his forehead. “You really do love me!” He shook out of it with a heavy inhale, rubbing at his chest. “Gah, I’m still consciously breathing, this sucks balls.”

“It’ll go away,” Cellbit said as he stood up, and helped Roier stand up, too. “I’m, uh, out of practice, but I’ll do my best to help you with all of this.” He wiped at his forehead. “I don’t even know where to start with figuring out what is wrong with us, though.”

“We could start with figuring out where we are,” Roier groaned, looking around them. And he had a point- there was no abandoned gas station in sight, only untouched nature. Besides the white elevator block, at least. It didn’t do anything when he pressed it, though. “Is our stuff still at the gas station?”

“I guess so. Let’s go back to the train station and try to retrace our steps,” Cellbit suggested. He pulled out the communicator out of his pocket- well, at least he wasn’t completely robbed blind?- to pull up the map. Strangely, most of it was still black- oh, did it only show the areas you’ve been in before?

Regardless, they were able to choose a path, and Roier was just barely starting to whine his face off about his legs being tired by the time they got there. (And Cellbit thought he was manhoso when he didn’t have bodily functions to complain about.) And yeah, there were their suitcases and backpacks, and even their umbrella, but the gas station was gone. All that remained was dirt, like a shadow of what once was there.

“Something tells me this wasn’t an accident,” Cellbit admitted quietly, faintly. It felt like his words didn’t just dissipate into the breeze- they were yanked out of his lungs with the breath he wasn’t supposed to have.

-_-_-_

Here's the thing. Cellbit may have a distant memory of his life as a human, but he was built to be a vampire. When he turned, he felt like he finally fit into his skin. Nothing explained the way he behaved as a human, it was just... bad. Wrong. The way he felt the need to do what it took to survive at all times, when most people just worried about, what? Going to see the next movie? Taking their kids to the park? Buying Christmas presents? All of those vain, benign stresses were for everyone but him. He thrived on violence, on manipulation, on taking flesh.

The life and little joys he was able to share with Roier, were never going to be possible until the outside matched the inside.

Suddenly, they don’t match anymore.

-_-_-_

He left Roier in charge of finding clean water (and actually drinking it, Roier, I don’t care if it tastes gross) while he headed back to where some of the Spanish-speakers had been settling for help on finding food, umbrella in hand purely by habit. He did get a few weird looks, but they still were gracious enough to explain how to make a stove and cook the easiest foods. Until he and his husband were able to create a full garden, they’d explained, they were probably going to be surviving off of meat from wandering animals and whatever fruits and vegetables they could pick up in the surrounding area, like everyone else. 

When he hesitantly tried to ask if any of them had experienced suddenly waking up somewhere new, Maximus assumed he meant sleepwalking and showed the appropriate level of concern. Spreen just laughed, assuming this was about the Drunk of the Year award Roier “boasted” about on the train. Cellbit took that as a no and walked off, feeling hot in the face. It took him a while to remember that that was what it felt like to blush.

He was on his way back, stomach grumbling, scanning the horizons for anything that looked edible and muttering schematics to himself, when he ran into... a familiar silhouette. A cloaked figure, almost like a mirage, with a face shrouded in darkness but for two misty white eyes, shining and burning into his soul.

He couldn't believe it. He stumbled in his shock, then regained his wits and rushed the rest of the way to the figure's side. “Bad?!”

For a moment, BadBoyHalo turned to him, and he felt the full force of his power- tall, intimidating, wispy and unknowable, solid and very real. Then Bad apparently recognized him, as the hostile aura disappeared and his eyes squinted into a smile. “Hey, Cellbit! It's been a while!”

Well, “a while” was an understatement. Cellbit hadn't seen him since he was a teenager- since before he was turned. 

“Are you trapped here, too?” Cellbit asked, astounded.

“Yep!” he chirped. “I've made a lot of progress on my house, would you like to come see?”

Cellbit shook his head in disbelief. “That can't be right, you're- you're Bad! Can't you just leave the island?”

“Nope!” he chirped again. “It's been fun so far, though! Aren't the neighbors so nice?”

Cellbit found himself listening to a running commentary on the contents of Bad's backpack, including the backpack itself, as gifts between fellow victims and the beauty of community and all those nice things that explained nothing about how a demon-reaper-thing could just... be actually trapped on an island by a scam.

“I don't understand why you don't just... teleport away, or whatever you do,” he couldn't help but argue.

“What do you mean ‘teleport’? That's not a normal, human thing to do,” Bad answered with a nervous laugh. As Cellbit cradled his head between his hands exasperatedly, he added, “Just like anyone else, I need that train to come back. Some people have already started trying to follow the tracks, or take a boat to sail off the borders, but it's so far not working. There might be some kind of bubble around the place, so to speak. And things I'm usually able to do, I'm, uh, currently not able to do.”

Cellbit blinked up at him from between his fingers. “Wait, really?” In a startled motion, he slid his hands back to grip at his hair. “Are you in a human body?!”

“I'm in the same body I've always been in, thank you very much,” Bad huffed, crossing his arms. “It's just some of the other stuff I'm having trouble with.” He slowly tilted his head as he analyzed Cellbit up and down. “Hm... now that I think about it... Your skin looks fantastic for the, what, decade since we last saw each other?”

“Yeah, long story,” he replied dryly. “I look young for my age.”

“Oh, I forgot how sassy you can be!” Bad's eyes smiled tighter. “Especially when you're hungry! Are you hungry, Cellbit?”

Cellbit let out a long, deep sigh before finally admitting, “Yeah, I'm starving. I need something to hold me over until I can get real food.”

“Well, if you're that desperate, I don't mind,” Bad said, rolling up his sleeve and holding out his arm in offering. “As long as you don't make a habit of it, again, you know?”

Cellbit stared at the arm. Just the memory of biting into it was enough to make his mouth water. Bad's blood had tasted different from everyone else's, enough that the part of him recognizing the danger in demon-reaper-thing consumption by a human constantly fought with the addictive effects of it.

Though he was hungry, he couldn’t smell the blood the way he should, beckoning him to come closer. Still, it was very tempting. He reached out to Bad’s arm to hold it up to his mouth. He glanced back up, waiting for Bad to back out, but he didn’t, just watching Cellbit with a strange flicker of curiosity in his white eyes. So Cellbit bit in. The second blood hit his tongue, he recoiled. Before he knew it, he was spitting it out on the grass, shaking, nauseous.

What was that? That didn’t taste right at all! It was vile! Dread dropped down into Cellbit’s stomach, making him feel even more nauseous. 

“Okay, drama queen,” Bad huffed as he tugged his sleeve down, “sorry I don't have salt and pepper on me for you!”

“No, that's- that's not the problem,” Cellbit said, voice wavering, wiping at his mouth. “Something's wrong with me.”

And it was worse than he'd thought. His head was spinning at the implications- he was a cannibal long before he turned into a vampire. Why didn't he crave flesh and blood like he always had? Especially Bad’s?

He'd- he'd thought this was still his body, but in the wrong form. All of a sudden, it felt like he was wearing someone else's skin.

Bad crossed his arms. “Yes, young man, you've lost your manners! I remember when you would say please and thank you!”

Cellbit grabbed at Bad's shoulders, trying his best to take deep breaths before he could further spiral. “Bad, please.” His old friend blinked at that, but stayed silent, clearly listening. “Someone did something to me, like what- what they did so you can't use your normal abilities. But I don't know why.”

“Really?” Bad sounded- well, maybe more intrigued than genuinely concerned, but at least he was taking it seriously. “So is someone trying to make it so you can't leave, either?”

“I- I guess? But I don't know why I'd pose such a threat for a reaction so extreme. I didn't do anything!”

Was seeing that gas station such a big offense? Would that have happened to anyone who happened to see it? It couldn't have been because of his past, since they shouldn't even know about it. He took someone else's ticket!

“You are a good fighter, Cellbit, you're a dangerous guy. I wouldn't be surprised if that was enough of a threat. I think you're right on your theory, ‘cause I'm not the only one whose abilities got muffined.” Very conspicuously leaning in, he whispered, “You know Philza? He woke up this morning with his wings clipped!”

Cellbit winced at that. But, he realized, this actually gave him a lead to follow. “I'll- I'll go visit his house later today and ask how he's doing. That must hurt a lot.”

“Visit me when you get the chance, too! There's these really neat things called warpstones...”

-_-_-_

Cellbit checked up on Roier, who had been chopping down trees by a beautiful little pond. Some of the logs were already arranged in the smallest possible shelter for two. He looked absolutely miserable, face splotchy and hair slicked down and dripping. He'd taken off his hoodie, revealing a T-shirt soaked through with sweat, clinging to his figure. Okay, actually... maybe he looked kinda hot like that, Cellbit admitted to himself as he walked over.

“Is this supposed to happen?” Roier whined, shaking his shirt to fan himself.

“Yes, it's called sweating, and it's supposed to cool you down.” Cellbit looked him up and down. “I think you should keep sweating, guapito.”

“Shut up, you perv,” Roier scolded, flipping him off, but the grin on his face said otherwise. “Please tell me you've found food.”

He updated his husband as he helped organize the lumber into chests and set up the warpstone Bad graciously supplied. He enjoyed the view as Roier got fed up and took his shirt off, too. He started to roast in the sun, himself, and grumbled as he peeled off his coat. Roier happily watched, and Cellbit flipped him off in return.

“So you wanna hunt down some food on our way to Philza’s house? Is that the plan?” Roier said as he desperately wiped at his forehead, and clambered to sit down on the grass. Apparently, the bandana really was just an aesthetic choice.

“Or you can stay here and keep working on the house. It’s okay if you don’t want to work on investigating.” He filled up a bottle of the filtered pond water and gave it a taste. He couldn’t stop the surprised noise he made at the sip. “Wait, this is great water! Why were you complaining about it?”

“Huh? Are there different levels of water or something?” the brunet scoffed, then scoffed harder when Cellbit nodded. “Water can be worse than that? Why would the thing that sustains life taste so bad?”

“Way worse,” he corrected after another sip, “and even the nastiest thing on Earth tastes sweet if you’re desperate enough.” He could attest to that.

“Ugh, you’re right.” At Cellbit’s curious look, Roier elaborated, “Remember how I told you about how I ran away when I was little?”

“Oh, yeah! You fed off of animals for a while.”

“I tried not to,” he admitted, curling up, a distant look in his eyes. “When I finally gave in, I’d sucked dry a stray dog.” He blinked back to the present, and his eyes flickered to the pond with distaste, then back to Cellbit. “I think it’d be good for us to meet the neighbors together, no?” He stood back up with an exaggerated groan, stretching up his arms. “And of course I wanna go investigating with my sexy detective husband!”

Cellbit fondly rolled his eyes. “Alright, together, then. Let me make a sword real fast, so I can catch a cow or something.” He paused before opening the chest, to toss a backpack to Roier. “And put a shirt on, already!”

“Ehhh, you don’t want anyone else getting a show?” Roier’s eyes twinkled as he obliged.

“No, you weirdo!”

-_-_-_

Cellbit, even with one hand holding onto their umbrella, was able to slaughter a few chickens and sheep, and it felt strangely nostalgic. Roier seemed hesitant to kill any himself, probably because of the memories still fresh in his mind. He did, however, get to pick a few apples and a random pumpkin, and he proudly carried the pumpkin in his arms even as they crawled up the vines to the house on the wall.

“Hello? Philza?” Cellbit called out.

A bucket hat peeked out from behind the humble home’s door, then the rest of the man came into view with a welcoming smile. “Oh, hey, mate!” They weren’t sure what they were expecting, but it wasn’t a British man in a yukata.

With introductions made, and the couple offering to share their abundance, Phil led them to his grill and started cooking the pumpkin first (to Roier’s insistence).

“Alright, I can tell you’re dying to ask me something,” Phil said, amused. “If it’s about speaking Spanish, I don’t know a lick of it.”

“Not that,” Cellbit assured, “we just wanted to see how you were doing. Bad told me your wings are, uh...?” Now that he thought about it, he couldn’t see wings on Phil at all.

Phil huffed, smile draining away. “Of course Bad is gossiping already. Yeah, I went to bed last night, and then I woke up with my wings clipped.”

“How big are they?” Roier asked, confused by the same glaring issue as Cellbit.

“When I wasn’t using them, they were from the floor to about yea high,” Phil explained, measuring above his head. “Now, uh... I’ve been wrapping what’s left under my clothes to heal.” With a sigh, he turned around, and the couple boggled at the vague lumps across his back, tucked neatly beneath his yukata.

“That’s like- if someone cut your arms off!” Cellbit felt sick, then sick again at the hypocrisy. He did equally cruel things to many people when he was younger.

“Yep,” the blond replied shortly, pulling the pumpkin off the grill half-mindedly. “I’m not gonna lie, it hurts. A lot. But they’ll grow back eventually.” He gave them a poor excuse of a smile. “There’s nothing to do but wait, so don’t worry about me.”

“Hey, man, of course we’ll worry!” Roier protested. “We’re dealing with all this bull together!”

Phil stilled from putting chicken on the grill to squint at Roier. “What exactly do you mean by that?”

Cellbit chewed on his lip. He used to have to mind his canines when he did that. “It’s just, uh, something happened to us, too.”

Phil looked between the two, alarmed. “Did you have wings, too?!”

“No, it’s more complicated than that...”

Roier rolled his eyes at Cellbit. “We got turned human,” he informed bitterly, and got slapped on the arm by his husband for it (neither of them noticing Phil’s numb “What?”). He quickly slapped back. “Hey! What’s the point of dancing around the subject, stupid?”

“We just met the guy, idiot!” Cellbit hissed, and they kept up the catfight while Phil hurriedly turned over the chicken off the grill before it burned.

“Hold on, hold on,” Phil shouted, finally getting them to stop, “so were you two immortals? Did you die and come back? That’s happening to everyone.”

“No, we haven’t died, and I really don’t want to test if we’ll revive, too,” Cellbit said with a shudder. “We just know. My best guess, honestly, is that our bodies were somehow replaced.”

“Really?” Roier asked, intrigued.

Cellbit, inexplicably, found himself blushing. “I mean, how else is it possible?”

Roier watched this change with fascination. “Why is your face turning red, man? Are you okay?”

Cellbit turned even redder, squeaking out, “Yes, I am!” He looked over to the bewildered Phil next to them and desperately asked, “Do you remember anything at all while your wings were getting clipped?”

He shook his head as he replaced the cooked chicken with raw mutton on the grill. “Nothing, nada. Do you?”

“No. We weren’t even asleep, we just somehow got... taken somewhere, when we were just standing there, and don’t remember it.”

“Oh, that might be even worse than what happened to me!” Phil shuddered. “I mean, I’ve only met that white bear so far, so he’s the only one I know of who could’ve been responsible.”

Roier and Cellbit blinked and looked at each other. “White bear?”

“Huh? You haven’t seen him yet?” Phil flipped the mutton. It was getting harder for Cellbit to ignore the aromas of cooking food. It felt strange to like the smell. “At least, I thought it was a bear. Some people have been calling him a snowman, and I think I heard Bad say it looks like his dog??” He stopped to share a bewildered look with the others. “He was standing on two legs and talked with a robotic voice. He said he was part of the Federation’s Census Bureau and was asking everyone personal questions. Super creepy, dude.”

“Oh- maybe I did see him?” Cellbit paced, scrubbing through his memories. “I guess that’s who I should talk to, next?”

Phil turned to put a hand on his shoulder. “Nonono, you don't want to do that. The dude’s got a gun.”

Roier brightened up, grinning with delight. “The bear’s got a gun?!”

Phil let out a single incredulous laugh. “Yes, it’s funny, but he’s not afraid to use it! That’s the problem!”

Cellbit wasn't laughing with them, still pulling at his hair as he kept pacing. “But what's the point of threatening to kill people with a gun if they'll apparently just come back to life? What's the point of any of this?”

“I don't know, mate. But if a nightmare fuel bear is disappearing people and body-snatching,” he said, gesturing at the two of them, “I am gonna stay off their radar as much as I can. This is what's happened in just a couple days when we didn't do anything; I can't imagine how much worse the Federation really is if you provoke them.”

“Good luck trying to convince him of leaving them alone,” Roier told him, nodding at Cellbit fondly. “He's too chismoso for his own good.”

Cellbit whapped Roier with the umbrella.

Phil grimaced as he pulled the last of the meat off the grill. “Don’t blame me when you get to the ‘find out’ phase,” he warned.

Roier made a silly face and made a muscle man pose. “Ohoho, they’re the ones that are gonna be finding out!”

Cellbit blatantly ignored his shenanigans, turning to Phil. “I know it's only been a bit, but do you know any of the, uh, neighbors yet? Do you think anyone would want to investigate the Federation?”

He crossed his arms, looking at the ceiling as he thought. “I know Bad, he'd probably go for it. And I know Foolish, who would want in on it because he loves chaos... Actually, maybe you should check if anything's happened to him. He's a shark-totem-god-thing.”

Cellbit's eyebrows raised. “A god?”

Roier's eyebrows scrunched. “A shark?”

“I know!” Phil laughed. “Whatever's the craziest-looking build going on, you can probably find him there.”

Cellbit nodded, mostly to himself. “Okay, yeah, I'll try to find him soon. Thanks for talking to us, and for the food.”

“Thanks for sharing, mate!” Phil happily passed over their portion of the meal. “I'll admit, I'm glad you two aren't an insufferable couple. We need an example of a sane relationship for when people stop flirting badly and start actually pairing up.”

Roier scoffed. “But that doesn't mean we can't be insufferable! We've gotta try harder, Cellbo~” He swiftly wrapped himself around his husband and whispered something in his ear that made his entire head turn red like a tomato. 

Phil promptly turned around and slapped his hands over his eyes, laughing as he shouted, “Nope! Out!” 

“Sorry, Phil!” Cellbit's voice cracked even as Roier cackled. 

“I'm not sorry, gatinho,” Roier corrected quietly, earning an elbow to the stomach. “Hey!”

-_-_-_

Phil offered for them to eat dinner together, but Cellbit politely declined. He didn't know how Roier was going to react to eating any of these foods for the first time, and didn't think he'd appreciate an audience when he did. So, even though they were both starting to feel weak, they trekked on back to their makeshift home. 

Neither of them were strangers to living in squalor. Still, something felt particularly sad about this little house with only a door and a table, and being too hungry and tired to do anything about it. It was different, before, when all they really needed to get by was blood and cover from the sun.

Roier heavily dropped his backpack down under the table, hunched over his stomach. “Do you... feel bad about eating animals?”

Cellbit dropped his own backpack and the umbrella and thought for a second, chewing at his lip, again distracted by how dull his teeth were. “Yes and no. A part of me is used to it, since I grew up looking at those animals as food. And it's just being in the natural food chain, being animals eating animals.”

“But you can't talk to them, man,” he blurted, hands fisting in the fabric of his hoodie. “And they're just, I don't know, stinky? Doesn't that feel gross? Or unfair?”

Cellbit unzipped his backpack and pulled out their cooked pumpkin. Clearly, it was better to try that first. “Some people would argue it's better to kill them because you can't talk to them. Others consider animals innocent and so killing them for food is cruel.” Tapping his fingers on the table, he thought for a second before adding, “I think I also prefer feeding from humans. But when I had to rely on animals, I had to remember that a lot of them would kill and eat me, too, if it came to it. You wouldn't blame them for wanting to survive, so you shouldn't feel bad about it, either.”

His husband didn't look completely set at ease, but the answer seemed to help. Cellbit offered his hand, and Roier let go of his hoodie to take it. It felt wrong, having a warm hand- feeling the warmth radiating from Roier's hand.

But it was still Roier's.

He squeezed his hand and shared the warmth with him. After a moment, he brushed his thumb over his knuckles. They stayed like that, breathing the same air and holding warm hands, until their stomachs grumbled simultaneously in protest.

Roier grumbled insults back at his stomach, followed by, “¡Cállate! ¡Ya voy a comer!”

Cellbit sighed and let go of his hand. He carefully dug into the pumpkin with a knife, and found it was extremely soft. A perfect first food. He cut it up and served a few pieces into bowls with a spoon. They were still steaming a bit, so he demonstrated blowing on a spoonful until it no longer was. Roier followed along, hiding his nerves behind a joking smile. His facade cracked when he made a motion to put the spoon into his mouth but Cellbit stood still, staring at his little spoon. 

“¿Qué te pasa? You look like we're about to eat rat poison,” Roier laughed nervously. “You've had this before, haven't you?”

“Yeah,” he replied numbly. 

He was a poor excuse of a human, before. He thought he had come to terms with that, but now, looking at his husband, he wished he had been more normal. He wouldn't feel so insecure and scared of what was happening to him. Really, they were in the exact same position, when he should've been able to provide better guidance and reassurance.

But then, if he hadn't been such a natural at being undead... would they have even met?

There wasn't a point in what-ifs, he knew that. But the pulling and twisting in his stomach wouldn't go away.

He took a breath and clinked his little spoon against Roier's. “Saúde,” he toasted. Roier smiled at him and they took the plunge together. 

-_-_-_

Being a vampire was such an integral part of his identity. It was the first time a label fit.

Flesh tasted like survival, like life. He didn't remember a day in his life when normal food tasted like anything more than basic nutrients, not the way feeding off of humans felt like revival, like rejuvenation. When he turned, his taste buds hadn't changed. His everyday routine was barely tweaked.

He was a vampire because he wasn't ever really human.

So why did this pumpkin have flavor? Why was it pleasant? Why didn't it equate to mere mush?

They really did body-switch him, didn't they?

What else did he need to check, to be sure? Did he remember what his fingerprints looked like well enough? Were all of his scars still in the same places?

He tried to stop his shaking, to keep up a front for Roier. Crumbling into a self-existential crisis was the last thing his husband needed from him. 

When he hesitantly swallowed and looked up, Roier was... doing about as well as he was. He was struggling to keep his smile up, humming out sounds of approval, but tears streaked down his face.

“Do you like it?” Cellbit quietly asked.

He replied with a startled laugh and stiff nod. “Y-yeah, it's really good! Muy rico! I've never had something so sweet before.” He placed his bowl and spoon down to desperately wipe at his face with his hands. “Why am I crying, man? I thought humans are supposed to cry when they're sad, or s-scared!”

“They usually do,” he replied, his voice tight, blinking back tears. He knew other people as sympathetic criers, but never was one himself, as far as he remembered. This cursed new body was acting wrong in yet another way.

“But I'm happy, estoy feliz, ‘cause the food is good. I shouldn't be crying!” He let out a sudden sob, then another, shaky smile slipping off entirely. “I shouldn't be- crying- I can't breathe-”

Cellbit's bowl clattered onto the table, and he lunged forward to embrace his husband and guide him to the floor, in the absence of any chairs. It was hard to do any more than that when he was collapsing, too. It made him feel like a little kid again, when he would quietly weep in caves at night, curled around his trusty knife until he fell asleep. 

Roier would've died in that situation, a little voice in the back of his head said, as he curled around his husband like he was a trusty knife. He was crying his lungs out. Too loud.

“I'm so sick of this,” he whined into Cellbit's shoulder, hands fisting in the fabric of his shirt.

“I know,” Cellbit said back, voice thick and cracking. “Me too.”

“But then I ate the pumpkin,” he said, letting his tears soak Cellbit's shoulder, “and I felt grateful for a second, ‘cause it was really good.” He shakily drew in a breath, hiccuping. “But I don't wanna be grateful, ‘cause I'm gonna die.”

“I know.”

“You will, too.”

“Yeah.”

“I don't wanna die.” He shook his head against Cellbit's shoulder, voice muffled. “I don't want you to die.”

Cellbit squeezed him tighter, hiding his face in Roier’s hair. “I know.”

-_-_-_

Their appetites had left them, but they somehow still ate enough to not go to sleep with empty stomachs. They curled up together on the floor, using their backpacks as pillows. They shared heat, when usually they shared dead cold. They listened to the mobs stumbling about outside. Or at least, Cellbit was. As far as he could tell, Roier had fallen asleep. He wondered what Roier’s first real dream would be like. He hoped it would be a good one. 

All he remembered having were nightmares.

To be honest, he wasn’t looking forward to sleeping again.

He wasn’t built to be human.

-_-_-_

Roier woke up cranky, even though Cellbit was the one without a wink of sleep. Neither of them were surprised.

At least he woke up with a returned appetite, and happily tried the apples he’d picked. No breakdown this time, Cellbit noted, and hoped that was the end of that for both of them. They didn’t have time for it.

And he didn’t want to see Roier cry again.

They worked on making their house actually livable throughout the morning. By lunchtime, they had a cottage instead of a shack, with a real bed and a garden plot. Now they had to consider space for edible plants, not just the pretty ones, but that was okay. They had the makings of a little home. Progress.

(He’d like to forget what happened when they suddenly realized they actually need to own a toilet now.)

With the feeling of accomplishment in their bones, Cellbit decided it was time for the next hurdle: actually eating meat. He served a small piece of yesterday’s mutton for each of them, on proper plates, and they sat on proper chairs. Roier looked sick, grimacing at his serving.

“It smells good, right?” Cellbit encouraged.

“Sure, but it looks awful,” he admitted, carefully poking at it with his fork. “You sure this used to be an animal? Where’d the blood go?”

“It’s still there.” Cellbit cut a sliver of his off to show the inside. “Blood looks different when you cook it.” Even he remembered that from his youth. It wasn’t a surprise, when he spent so much of it learning how to survive. “You know, I had eaten raw human a few times, but I cooked the meat when I had the chance. It’s just safer, that way. This looks pretty similar to cooked human.”

“So, I could just pretend this is human?” Roier still looked skeptical as he picked up his own knife. He made a gagging face as he experienced cutting a piece of meat off.

“You’re being so dramatic for the wrong thing,” Cellbit said, laughing. 

“Shut up,” he said lamely. He picked up the piece with his fork. “This is totally a human that definitely deserved to die,” he declared at it, but still didn’t move any further.

Cellbit fondly rolled his eyes and stuck his own fork into Roier’s mouth. Roier made a noise of protest, but it meant nothing since his face also burst into a bright blush.

“You were being a baby,” Cellbit teased. “How is it?”

Roier grumpily chewed in silence. Eventually, he swallowed and shortly said, “I don’t like it.”

Cellbit hummed. “Alright then, more for me,” and reached for Roier’s plate.

Roier batted his hand away, shielding his food with his arms. “No!”

He grinned, victorious. “So you do like it?”

“No! Yes? Agh!” Roier leaned back, fully despairing. “It tasted good, but it also made my face feel like it’s on fire!”

Cellbit leaned onto his elbows on the table, trying to not laugh. “Roier, you were blushing because of me, not because of the food.”

“Huh?”

“Your face turned red.”

Roier looked absolutely mind blown. “You mean like what you’ve been doing randomly?”

“It’s not something I can control,” Cellbit argued, starting to blush just thinking about what happened before. But, he regained a sly smile and put a bit of mutton on his fork again, waving it around in front of Roier. “I can control yours, though.”

Like magic, Roier’s face reddened again. “Get that nasty fork away from me!”

Cellbit complied, his gaze lingering on his husband’s blush. He himself wasn’t supposed to be human, Cellbit thought, but maybe he liked how being human looked on Roier.

Roier huffed, crossing his arms, putting on his bratty voice. “What are you lookin’ at, huh?”

Carefully, Cellbit ghosted his finger over Roier's face, from one cheek to the other over his nose bridge. “All along here, your face is pink.” The blush deepened in response, and Cellbit couldn't keep the amusement off his face. “Your nose, especially. The top of your ears are a bit pink, too.” 

Roier nearly went cross-eyed, trying to look at his own nose. “Do I look like an idiot?”

“You look like my idiot.”

-_-_-_

Cellbit thought it was time to visit the neighbors again, and find this Foolish character.

They ended up not needing to ask for directions; it didn’t take long to spot the spiral skeleton stretching up to the sky at the cliff edge of the island.

“Hello?” Cellbit called up, tilting back his umbrella as he craned his neck to try to spot movement on the unfinished structure.

After a few seconds, they heard tools clattering, then a call back of, “Just a minute!” Someone clambered down the build’s skeleton, and their appearance only became more confusing as they came closer.

Huh. So that’s what a totem-shark-god-something looks like.

“Oh, I haven’t met you guys before!” he said as he jumped back to the ground. He eagerly shook hands with them. “Name’s Foolish! What can I do for ya?”

“Hi, Foolish, I’m Cellbit, and this is my hot Mexican husband, Roier,” he said, absolutely anticipating Roier’s punch to his arm. “We’re just trying to meet the neighbors.”

Foolish’s smile turned a bit nervous at that. “Mexican? Would you happen to know Mariana?”

Roier tilted his head at him. “Kind of? We talked for a bit on the train, that’s it.”

“Good!” He abruptly clapped and turned back around, beckoning them to follow him. “If we’re just chatting, then I wanna get back to work!”

The couple shared a confused silent conversation, and ended up just shrugging at each other.

Foolish led the way up the precarious structure up to where he’d left off. As he picked up some tools, he said nonchalantly, “What’d you really wanna talk about, huh?” He glanced back over at them when they didn’t reply. “C’mon, guys, no one’s gonna hear from up here.”

Wow, Cellbit thought, he’d never been able to pin someone as a burrinho inocente this fast before.

Roier shrugged at Cellbit before telling Foolish, “We wanna know if anything weird’s happened to you on the island yet.” After a second, he tacked on, “Besides the obvious.”

“Hm... define ‘weird’,” Foolish replied, head deep in a storage chest of building materials.

“Like... getting kidnapped, or getting body parts cut off.”

“Oh, that kind of weird.” Foolish shut the chest and shook his head. “Nothing that dramatic, no. I met an angel, though! We almost kissed!”

Cellbit and Roier blinked at him. “Really?” As crazy as that was, though, it wasn’t what they were looking for. Cellbit forced himself back to the topic. “So you haven’t noticed anything wrong with your body, either?”

“I’m in fantastic health, thank you very much,” Foolish huffed.

Roier’s eyebrows raised. “So you’re still immortal?”

Foolish’s eyes narrowed at him. “I’m as mortal as I’ve ever been, scumbag.”

Cellbit dragged his hand down his face exasperatedly. They had to outright say it, huh? “Did you get turned human?”

“What? Ew, no!” Foolish conspicuously looked around them and leaned in to whisper, “What gave you the idea I’m not human?”

The couple looked him up and down real hard. He continued staring blankly at them, so Roier rolled his eyes and said, “We talked to Philza.”

“Ohhh, Phil’s spilling my secrets, huh? That rapscallion!”

“Anyway,” Cellbit steered the conversation back, “what about your non-human abilities? Are you still able to use them?”

“Yeah? I haven’t noticed anything weird yet, though I also haven’t exactly needed to use them, so...” Foolish thought for a second, then stepped back and tried to do... something? He gave them a thumbs-up as he informed, “Okay, yeah, I can’t do that!”

Cellbit couldn't help the confused scrunch of his eyebrows. “Anything else?”

Foolish held out a second thumbs-up. “Everything else should be good, yep!”

“Have you already died and revived?”

“Yeah, no thanks to Bad,” he said with the fury of a thousand suns. “But I was able to do that already. What’s the point of being a totem guy if I can’t do that?”

“So you're still... whatever you are,” Roier summarized.

Foolish's grin twisted into clear amusement. “Yep!”

“So all the non-humans we’ve met so far are still non-human, but restricted in some way,” Cellbit concluded, a troubled look on his face. “We really are the outliers.”

“The bear’s got something personal against us, man,” Roier said, crossing his arms. A pout grew on his face as he declared, “I’ve got something personal against him, too, then! Hmph!”

“Wait, so you guys were turned into humans?” Foolish inspected them for a second, absolutely fascinated. “From what?”

With a grimace, Cellbit watched as Roier admitted out loud, “We were vampires.”

Inexplicably, Foolish burst out laughing, wheezing and nearly collapsing under his own weight.

Roier startled back, then his face grew red with anger and he squeezed his hands into fists, blurting, “What’s wrong with you?!”

“Can’t help it, I laugh at tragedy,” he explained, wiping tears from his eyes. “Yikes, man, that’s the worst luck ever. Guess I know who’s the universe’s favorite punching bag now!”

“Not the universe’s,” Cellbit corrected grimly. “We think it’s because of whoever runs the island.”

“Ooh, really?” Foolish rubbed his hands together like a mischievous little fly. “I gotta meet whoever's got that kind of power! Oh! Is it that white bear guy with a gun?”

“Maybe?”

“Yeah! That guy's freaky! I'm gonna be his best friend!” Foolish roughly patted their shoulders with a reassuring nod. “I'll try to find out what happened to your vampire stuff, don't you worry!”

Unsure what they just got themselves into, Cellbit started saying, “We appreciate it-” and cut himself off when Foolish suddenly slapped Roier’s arm.

“Hey! What was that for?” Roier punched him in the arm back. 

Foolish slapped his hand away, rubbing his own arm. “Hey, pal, I was doing you a favor! There was a mosquito on you!”

“A mosquito? On me? Drinking my blood?” Roier looked absolutely delighted. “That's never happened before!” 

“Really?” Foolish’s eyes lit up. “Wait, yeahhh, that’s new for you! That’s crazy!”

Roier punched his arm again, though not as hard. “Why wouldn't you let my cousin have some food, man? He's just living his life! I don't mind!”

Foolish's grin widened as he said, “That's what I've been saying!” But then he paused and pouted. “Oh wait, right, someone told me mosquitoes ‘carry horrible diseases’ and they can kill the meatsacks they drink from.”

Cellbit started eyeing the insects around them more carefully. “How bad are these diseases?”

“Awful, body horror kinds of stuff. They're terrible ways to die. So yeah, it's probably not worth letting them eat you, unfortunately.”

Roier groaned, dragging his hands down his face. “I can’t believe even tiny little bugs can kill me. What’s even the point, man?”

Foolish shrugged. “I don’t know if that’s any more pathetic than the fact that the sun could kill you before this.”

“The sun wouldn’t have killed me,” Roier scoffed, putting an ‘um, actually’ finger up into the air and pretending to push up glasses. “It just would’ve burned me so bad, that I wish it did.”

“So what, you don’t turn into ash?”

“I mean,” Cellbit said, a bit uncomfortable, but he couldn’t not correct the myth, “we would turn into dust with a stake to the heart. That’s the only way to kill one.”

Foolish scrunched his nose, disappointed. “How convenient, that you don’t leave a body behind. No one can take your stuff when you kick the bucket.” 

Cellbit and Roier glanced at each other, thinking in unison how he absolutely looked like the kind of guy to rob dead guys. 

Foolish blinked, then tilted his head innocently as he questioned, “Would you have been able to revive like everyone else if your body disintegrates when you die?”

After a solid five seconds of silence, Cellbit desperately grabbed at Foolish’s arms, voice dark. “Don’t tell me that’s why they nerfed us.”

“It might be!” Foolish bravely smiled through the painful squeezing of his arms. “You guys got muffined bad, dude.”

Roier stumbled back, pulling at his hair in despair. “It’s just for some torture experiment?!”

“Sucks to be you!” Foolish cheerfully informed them.

-_-_-_

It was evening, by the time they’d trudged home, weighed down by the gravity of their discovery. Cellbit was too tired to toss about any theories; Roier was too tired to crack any jokes.

Cellbit had planned on having Roier try another new food for dinner, but... the house was too tense. They just ate apples again, so they didn’t have to think about dinner going cold.

They quietly both got ready for bed. When there was nothing left to do but lay down, though, they found themselves standing by the table, instead.

Roier was the one to break the silence, gripping the back of one of the chairs. “What now?”

Cellbit chewed on his answer for a moment, then eventually said, “I guess we just investigate the Federation and escape.”

Roier pursed his lips, decidedly not looking at him. “What happens if we can’t do it?”

Cellbit was ready to argue that they could, but- no, this scenario was wrong. Between the two of them, Roier was more often the optimist, not the realist, when it mattered. There was something else he was really looking for.

‘What now’ had a lot of answers.

“I’m not going anywhere, if that’s what you’re asking,” Cellbit said, carefully trying to read Roier’s face.

“Are you sure?” Roier scrunched his face, trying to hold in his emotions. It didn’t sound accusatory in the slightest; if anything, it sounded like he was beating himself up for sounding so insecure.

“Yes,” Cellbit assured, stepping a bit closer to put his hand over Roier’s. “You know I take our vows seriously.”

“This isn’t in the vows,” Roier said, voice wavering. “Our relationship was built on the fact that we would never die. That we had all the time in the world.” His face twisted more as he said, like confessing a sin, “If I hadn’t taken those tickets-”

“If we hadn’t,” Cellbit was quick to correct, insistently squeezing his hand. “I’ve already said this before, Roier; in the slim chance you were killed, I would’ve been quick to follow you. It wouldn’t be worth living forever without you.”

Roier wrenched his hand away. “And if I’m the one killing you?”

“I’d let you,” he said.

He let out a bitter laugh. “A huevo.”

“Have I really made you think I wouldn’t?” Cellbit asked, trying to not sound hurt. After a few seconds, Roier shook his head no, to his relief. “If I had to choose between immortality and being human with you, I’d...” He swallowed. It was an easy choice, but it was still hard to come to terms with. “I’d pick you.”

As wrong as his skin felt, that was true. It would’ve been true, ever since he realized he loved Roier. 

Roier reached out to tightly hug Cellbit. “I’d pick you, too.”

-_-_-_

They were relaxing out of the hold a bit when Cellbit shyly returned the question. “What now?”

Roier chewed on his lip, then answered, “I think we have to adapt our vows. I think we need to live like every day might be our last.”

Though it was grim, the romance of it made Cellbit smile. “What does that entail?”

Roier pressed his forehead to Cellbit’s shoulder. “Making sure we don't have regrets. Saying te amo until it gets annoying. We should go to bed, ready to die.”

Cellbit furrowed his eyebrows, worried. “Do you have any regrets?”

Roier huffed out a laugh. “Well. The train tickets. But there's nothing we can do about that.”

Cellbit conceded with a nod. He reached up his hand from Roier’s back to his nape, fiddling with his hair. “We can do our best to escape and find your family, so they can turn us again.”

“True. It depends on if we've grown sick of this, huh.” Grumbling, he admitted, “I've been growing kind of attached to being alive. I do like food a lot.”

“I've been growing attached to being alive if it's with you.” It wasn’t just to be sappy, either; Cellbit really liked the new sides he’d gotten to see from his partner in just the past couple days. 

Roier teased, “Well, that's just a given. You can't get rid of me.”

After a moment, Cellbit said with a faint blush, “I regret not dancing with you every time I could. You would ask me when we went to balls and I'd say no.”

Roier blinked and looked back up to Cellbit’s eyes. “I don't hold that against you, it's fine.”

“I know, but... those were opportunities for memories, wasted. I let myself be too embarrassed over something so small.” Cellbit couldn’t hold the gaze any longer. “I thought I had eternity to work up the courage, but...”

Roier held out his hands. “We can dance now, if you want.” 

“Do- do you have music for it?” he asked sheepishly. 

“Not yet, but we don't need it. I'll keep a beat and sing like José José. But remember that no one is here to see.” He held Cellbit's hesitant hands. “We can dance every night, just the two of us.”

Roier started a basic waltz step, whistling out an improvised song. He was a patient teacher, considering how he made every effort to look impatient and cuss at Cellbit for every misstep.

“Someday, I’ll have you dancing circles around all those pretentious idiots at the ball,” Roier swore, as if they’d ever be able to go to one again.

“Of course,” Cellbit said anyway. “In fact, I never danced with you before just so everyone else wouldn’t be immediately outclassed.”

Roier cackled. “You shouldn’t worry too much about their egos, gatinho!”

Their house was little, but it was warm, as they spun through as much free space as they could. They hummed and sang and laughed, and it was perfect.

But all good moments had to come to an end. They tuckered out, and turned off the light, and stumbled to their bed.

Roier got comfy, and turned to give Cellbit their customary goodnight kiss, but stopped at the upset look on Cellbit’s face. “What’s wrong?”

Eventually, Cellbit whispered, “I don’t want to sleep. I don’t know what I’ll see.”

Roier seemed unsure what to say, considering he didn’t have much experience with sleeping yet. “You’d see me, wouldn’t you? I can’t leave you alone, even in your dreams.”

Well. He wasn’t wrong to assume that. “I hope you do.”

“I’ll figure out how to connect our dreams just to annoy you all night.”

He knew he was supposed to play along with the teasing, but he felt a little too desperate. He clung to Roier. “Please do.”

Roier clung back, rubbing a hand along Cellbit’s back.

For the first time since they’d shown up here, Cellbit let himself be vulnerable first. He quietly pleaded, “I don't want to lose you. I don't want to go.”

“You won’t, not yet,” Roier promised.

“I’m not ready.”

Roier sighed into Cellbit’s hair. “We don’t have to be ready to die tonight. But we’ll be ready tomorrow.”

Cellbit barely nodded.

They fell asleep to pleasant dreams.

[swaggyfishii]

Hello!!

I don't use tumblr that much and more active on twitter but i'd like to make an post on an popular fan artist who has harmed me and many other victims.

I am here to make another call out on @eechytooru but this time a lot more information has came out on them since 2023

TW// NSFW, IRL NUDES TO MINORS, INCEST

I'd like to talk about the old callout post briefly. The original post was made out of panic and anger so it seemed rushed and I acted very immature and for that I say I'm not proud of that on my part. Here is my first thread I made about Eechy / Teenbeeny / Vera (here)

Now onto the stuff that happened after the first blog I made, (I will be calling "Eechy" as Vera for the remainder of the post) Vera was fired on this Russian show called "CFMOT" for "allegations of hurting a victim". The whole thing received backlash so then she was re-hired. A former voice actor, Muzy Frile, who also worked on CFMOT left during this ordeal and made a thread of tweets. ( you can read the whole thing here ). To sum it up, the creator of the show is known for not firing off actors who has done heinous acts due to "popularity" and only fired them because he was pressured too.

Some time after, Vera would post more on this site, gaining more popularity rather than discipline. She would post art of Welcome home, Inside Out 2, Cookie run, and Undertale/Deltarune and her posts would get up to 1,000+ notes (note: I don't know much about tumblr but I am guessing notes are for likes, comments, etc). I say this because I know that there are minors on this app/website and I want them to be careful incase she talks to more minors in the future, I say this because she frequently hosts whiteboards and magmas with her followers!!

RECENT EVENTS!! vvvvv

In 2025 of this month, the 8th episode of CFMOT released not too long ago. Eechy was in the credits but not under her usual username (Teenbeeny) , but instead "Vera". I believe this was done to hide the fact that Vera was still working on CFMOT from the English viewers but it was quickly found out of and INSTANTLY got called out.A user on twitter made a post regarding this (here) and the news spreaded quickly throughout the ENG and RUS OSC.

It was then TWO MORE VITCIMS of her's spoke out and recalled their experiences with her: The first other victim I saw during the drama was of twitter user, @/keymasta778. They recall being in a NSFW object show camp hosted by Vera when the OP was 13 at the time. (Tweet can be found here)

The second victim was the final nail in the coffin for me. Twitter user, @/DonValski makes a google doc explain their experience with Vera with evidence of dms between them, Erp's (some of which including incest) while OP was 13 and other participant were 15 or younger, Vera was 16/17. Sometime, Vera sent the OP a nude picture of herself to the 14 year. I will end this suddenly because the rest is really sickening but I highly recommend you read the Gena's doc in full. (here)

The following day, I remembered about Vera's tumblr and reminded everyone on twitter about it. It wasn't until then that I was informed that @/eechytooru is "one of the most popular welcome home fanartists" said by one user. This is my calling to make another blog to remind and not forget what she has done so feel free to reblog and share this around!! I really want whatever fandom Eechy has been in and make them aware so they become a more safer place to hangout in without a groomer being out there.

I know this is VERY unlikely but I hope Partycoffin sees this post and reblogs this to make the fandom more safe! I'll be tagging all the fandoms that Eechy is in!!

[unexaltedonewhoisnotking]

Seeing as we have a bit over a month until the fight begins this year I think it’s time to release this from the drafts so I don’t have to copy paste the full thing lol…

So you want to know how ArtFight works

Well, here you go. This is more or less a copy of a post I was using a lot last year as well, just slightly updated. It's a little long so I'm keeping most of it under the read more

What even is it:

ArtFight is basically an annual art trading event in July, focused around players' original characters (fandom-based or otherwise) - although it might be more accurate to say art gifting, as you aren't necessarily organising individual trades where you make arts for User X and User X has already agreed to make art for you.

ArtFight includes most forms of visual art (no music or writing), both digital and traditional, but of course most people like to draw so you might see me refer to drawing in the rest of this post out of habit, even though it isn't limited to that. There are two teams, and when you submit art you earn points for your team! There isn't really a prize, just bragging rights I guess.

Where and when it’s hosted:

ArtFight is hosted on its own website: https://artfight.net

You’ll have to upload your characters there in order for them to be attacked - if you don’t have a character on the site, you can’t be attacked, but you can still attack others. A few people choose to remove or hide all of their characters specifically so they only give attacks instead of getting.

Technically you can upload a ‘character’ that is just a link to something like Toyhouse where you’ve got other characters hosted, instead of putting that information specifically on ArtFight, although there are some people who are less inclined to attack characters that require them to go off-site for information.

You can upload characters and edit their profiles, and bookmark other people's characters that you might want to attack later, at any point during the year, but the event itself is only open in July (specifically, noon on July 1st MST until noon on August 1st MST) - so that month is the only time you can submit attacks.

How to join:

First of all, make an account on the site!

Second, even in July, you can’t play (ie, submit/receive attacks) until you get on a team. That means that if you decide not to participate one year, nobody can attack your OCs against your will either, since by not choosing a team you simply won’t have made yourself available as a target.

How do you get a team, then:

Well, you can’t yet.

You’ll notice that if you make an account right now your username is greyish-brown, indicating that you aren’t on a team. A lot of users currently have purple or teal names, which represent the teams from last year (Stardust and Seafoam, respectively). Don’t worry, you aren’t being held back from anything - those team colours don’t mean anything for this year! The themes for the year should be announced in June and then team picking will become available.

What if you’re late to join the fight:

No worries! On my first year I only heard about it a couple days into the fight and thought I was too late to start… and then I realised halfway through the month that I was not, in fact, too late. You can make an account and join a team right up to the last day of the fight, so don’t feel scared of a late start! You won’t be prohibited from joining and you can still probably get a lot done. There’s no minimum number of attacks required, unless it’s just a goal you set for yourself.

The only thing about joining late is you’ll have missed out on the ‘early bird’ team picking - you’ll just be randomly assigned to a team instead of getting to choose. That said you’ve got two chances each year to ‘reroll’ if you prefer the other team. Personally, so far I’ve been excited to get randomly assigned (well, except last year. I saw purple and I wanted purple lol).

What the team themes do:

…nothing  really, they’re just for fun. Each year the theme changes and like I said above, we’re still a while away from hearing what they’ll be for this year.

You aren’t required to make your OCs or profile or anything match the theme, although some people do like to just for fun. One type of OC you might see is the ‘ArtFight sona’, which is, y’know, a sona inspired by your team for that year, uploaded as a character to be attacked.

Submitting a character:

At the top of the site there’s a button that says ‘Submit’, and then gives the option of ‘Submit a Character’. That button’s available year-round, during and outside of the fight.

ArtFight’s a bit finicky about image sizes, which can be annoying when uploading characters. When you’re uploading a character initially you can only add one image, but if you then go to edit the character you can add more images, up to 6 total. There is a description space for each character you upload where you can write information about their lore, design notes, etc, so you don’t need to squish all of that into images.

Like I said up above you can technically link off site instead of writing a profile for a character on the site. You can also put multiple characters in one slot on ArtFight, if you consider them a package deal.

Personal opinions/advice for uploading characters

You don’t necessarily need a full reference sheet, but at least having a fullbody artwork makes it a lot easier for people attacking. There are some people who won’t attack without a reference sheet, and others who won’t attack unless you have some non-ref sheet artwork to show your ‘investment’ in your own character, but honestly most people are just there to have fun and won’t mind as long as they have an idea of how to represent your OC - honestly, just put what you want to and what you think is worthwhile, the people with 'rules' about this stuff all have different rules and you don't have to abide by them.

Make sure to use the tagging system! A character can have up to 10 tags which make it easier for people to find them - it's not required, but it helps a lot. Some good things to include would be like genre/aesthetic - ‘fantasy’, ‘steampunk’, ‘superhero’ ‘modern’ - and, in the case of fan OCs, the original media. Tag if they’re a human or another species, and tag if they’re anthro or feral for furry characters. And if they have some distinct feature or motif tag that too! Maybe tag a distinct theme colour if they have one. You might not be able to fit everything in that tag limit, but those are ideas.

I’ve seen someone ask how many characters is a good number to have. Honestly, the answer will vary. You can have up to 100 at a time on the site but some people use that ‘link to Toyhouse or somewhere else’ idea to functionally add more. Personally, I’d say it’s just nice to give people some options when they want to attack you, so at least two or three… past that put as many as you like. But also, if you just have one blorbo you really want art of, there's nothing wrong with only uploading that one guy - and there are even a few users who only want to attack others for nothing in return, so they don't upload any characters

You can re-order your characters in the ‘manage characters’ page. A lot of people make sure that the characters they’d prefer to get art of are at the start of their list, and of course it’s handy to group characters from the same setting together.

You can also set your character ‘permissions’, which are your rules or preferences about attacks you receive - you have global permissions that apply to all of your characters by default, and character-specific permissions that note unique rules or exceptions you’d like other users to keep in mind when creating art for you. Common things to mention in permissions might be if you’re okay with being included in “mass attacks” (I’ll get to those later), if you’re okay with artistic nudity for your characters, if you like their outfits to be changed, etc

Submitting an attack

An ‘attack’ is an art piece of another user’s character or characters - making attacks is how you earn points for your team. Again, use that ‘Submit’ button at the top of the page, and then choose ‘Submit an Attack’… Bear in mind that this option is only there during the Fight and only if you’re on a team!

Each character on the site has an ID code, which you’ll paste in when submitting an attack, to indicate what character it depicts. Then you’ll have to rate your attack in a few categories: Basically, you’ll give yourself points. When submitting an attack you’ll have to rate it in a few categories: how much of the character is visible? Did you use clean linework? Is it fully coloured and shaded? Is there a background? All of this works into the score that the site will display. The site has guidelines for attack rating with examples, but they change a little from year to year so you’d be better off looking for those than me trying to explain it here.

Friendly fire:

You usually attack the opposite team… but you can also attack people on your own team. It’s just worth fewer points - 20% of an equivalent attack on the other team, specifically.

Revenge:

When submitting an attack, if the recipient is somebody who already attacked you this year, you’ll see an option to mark the attack as revenge. It doesn’t impact the points, but it means that the two attacks will have a link to each other at the bottom of their pages.

Users can create revenge chains by repeatedly revenging each other. Some people make it a goal to create a long chain, others would rather leave it at one and done so they can focus on other people as well. There’s no obligation to take revenge, so don’t feel pressured.

Revenging is fun, but I’d recommend against saying that you will always do it. If you wind up getting burnt out or just get more attacks than you can deal with you might wind up breaking that promise.

Mass attacks:

Mass attacks are attacks that feature multiple characters - of course, more characters means more points! You can include your own characters in these, too.

Unlike revenge, mass attack isn’t an ‘official’ term and there isn’t anything to select when submitting an attack that will label it as a mass attack. You’d just keep adding more characters to the attack by the same method as normal - put in their ID and mark fullbody, halfbody or simple shaped for each one.

For a mass attack you designate one person as the main recipient; they’ll be the only person who can officially revenge it, although the others might still decide to attack you back as thanks.

If the main recipient is on the opposite team, you’ll get full points for the attack, regardless of the teams of the other characters in it. And likewise if the main recipient is on your team you’ll still only earn 20% regardless of the other characters.

There’s an upper limit of 100 characters per attack.

Finding characters to attack:

The first place to look is that ‘Browse’ button up at the top of the site. That can take you to a random character’s profile, or a random user’s profile. You can see all the most recently uploaded characters. And best of all, you can search for characters by their tags, like I mentioned.

Last year, Artfight changed the tag search slightly. It used to be that it would display a 48 randomly-selected characters from the tag, but nowadays the selection will be a group that were uploaded around a similar time to each other (what time will still be random with each time you search), which means that it might not display as many characters as it otherwise could. Keep retrying the search to see if anything new comes up!

And honestly, just trawling through the site, from the profile of someone who was included in a mass attack with you to an attack they made on someone else to a user that person was attacked by... something is bound to catch your eye

[unintentionalseductress]

Calling all monster lovers!!

When I first started this account back in April, I wasn't expecting that in 4 short months, I'd be at 1500 followers?! I was just a girl who loved smut. Now I have all these people who like my stuff??!!!

To celebrate, I decided to host a little writing collaboration just in time for spooky season.

Introducing: MONSTER MASH!

Fic List Here

Info/Rules:

The theme of the collab is monsters. Any kind of monster. Werewolves, vampires, aliens, ghosts, Loch Ness, Frankenstein, fairies, tentacle, sirens, devils, incubus, succubus, WHATEVER. No bounds here as long as there's a monster involved.

There needs to be at least one character from the fandom list below (but this is me guys, threesomes and gangbangs are welcome!). I'm opening this up to a few fandoms that I don't necessarily write for. Fandoms for this event include: -JJK - Love and Deepspace -Bleach -Solo Leveling -MHA

Can you have the pairing with a monster? Can the character of choice be a monster? GOD YES! It's called 'Monster Mash' for a reason!

Does not necessarily need to be horror, accepting any genre.

Word count: minimum of 700 words, no upper cap.

It should be an original fic created for this event.

How to enter / Deadline:

DM/Inbox me so that I can add you to the fic masterlist stating which fandom and monster you're writing for.

For example, a message to me could look like, "Hey Ray! I want to participate in the monster collab. I'll be doing Gojo from JJK and my monster is a vampire!"

Please be sure to tag your fic as '#ncs monster mash' and also @ me so that I can keep track of all your lovely fics!

The deadline for sending me your fic is October 31st!

Have fun my Spooky Sluts!

And thank you so much @actuallysaiyan for making the spooky banner for this event! You really got my idea designed so well 💜

- NCS

all dividers by @/ cafekitsune

@aether-seawolf @actuallysaiyan @makingtimemine @snwvie @chronicreadz @facelessfionna @theimmortalbuns @otomegamesforlife @sweets-kozume @kentocalls

[hkthatgffan]

The Month of May-bel 2025 has ended. I wanna thank all the artists, fanfic writers and more who participated this year.

It's amazing to see the fandom so alive still and coming together for another year to celebrate Mabel. This year, thanks to The Book of Bill hype, I made the month all about Gravity Falls books. And the turn out was amazing. This was the first year in ages where so many artists participated in every single week's theme. There was so much amazing art that I couldn't fit it all in this collage, but it should give you an idea of how much incredible stuff was created by fans.

We also had some video and fanfic related submissions this year which were new. I am beyond thankful for all of you for your hard work.

I say every year IDK if I'll host this event again. But at the same time, there really isn't anyone else doing it. I mean, I started this mainly as a way to celebrate Mabel in a time when the fandom still over hated on her thanks to posts and videos that were biased and ruined her reputation in the fandom. But these days, that stuff isn't so much an issue now, as many of those bad apple fans have left, those videos are either now discredited or gone and most fans agree the hate was way too much. So, IDK now if there is still the same fandom momentum for events like this that are month long. The original Mabel Pines appreciation week in 2015 was started for this reason; to help spread awareness and love for Mabel in at time fans were hating on her, and that only was a week event.

But, as long as I'm still in this fandom, I'll continue this. So, if I'm still around in 2026, you can be sure May-bel Month will return. But until then, keep loving Mabel. Because she's a character with so much of it to give...so it's important for us to show back how much we really do care for her!

Thank you again, everyone who participated. Below is a list of all artists featured and who made something for this year.

Tumblr artists featured: @theeddyinbetween, @car9723-t, @sc00bynatura1, @cb-works13, @rabbitindemun, @biggielean, @iluminaughter

Instagram artists featured: @wonderland.pines , @panda_paws_drawings, @fabiancrespnav18, @artstylilly , @deadbeat_secondchild, @theverysillyartist , @iluminaughter , @shocknhorror, @artsylunaz, @m.iinced

Also thank you to catflakez on Bluesky for their art, MysteryFalls4 on Twitter for their meme video and Gravityfallsfan96 for their fanfictions for each week.

You all made Mabel proud :)

#FORMABEL

#MonthOfMaybel2025

Mabel Pines Forever!

[blog-moved-lol]

Dick Grayson Canon Lore Stuff:

(TW for Batman stuff, like spoilers and mention of injury/death) Hello, I know very little about the canon Batfamily because I can't exactly just read all of the comics (there's way too many, and they're very expensive T-T) so instead I spent like an hour reading the entire Fandom . com entry on Dick Grayson, and this is pretty much my timeline of important events that I got from that (I'm typing this in hopes that it'll help me remember it).

Dick Grayson Canon Lore Stuff:

•From a very young age Dick Grayson was trained as an acrobat, hence his job as a performer in his family's circus act.

•When he was eight years old, he overheard a well known crime boss threaten the circus performers if he wasn't paid by the circus owner. The owner didn't pay him, and that night Dick witnessed his parents high wire snap, leading to both of their deaths. (He felt responsible for not warning them)

•He was put into a juvenile service system, because social services in Gotham were full. In this system he was often beat up by the others, which led to him eventually being put into a Catholic orphanage instead.

•Bruce Wayne adopted him, but Dick didn't want to replace his deceased dad with a 'stuck up' billionaire, plus he felt like Bruce didn't give him enough attention (Probably because Bruce was still dealing with the trauma of his own parents death and didn't like getting attached to people in case he lost them as well), so he snuck out in hopes of solving his parents murder himself.

•He met Batman, also investigating the murder, which led to him finding out that Batman and Bruce Wayne are the same person.

•They find the crime boss, but he 'dies of a heart attack' before he can be arrested.

•Since Bruce saw so much of himself in Dick, he asked the boy if he wanted to become his sidekick and Dick decided to name himself 'Robin' after what his mother used to call him.

•He was trained for six long, hard months before he was allowed to do any real missions, and he had to go through one full night eluding Batman without help before he was allowed to officially become Robin.

•For the first year or so Dick had a lot of fun with his job, and treated it as a fun adventure he and Bruce participated in together.

•That was until he had a fight with Two-Face, in which Batman and the DA were both stuck in nooses. Dick cut the rope around the DA with a Batarang, but Two-Face had crafted a double trap and this made the floor fall out so the DA landed in a pit of water in which he drowned. This was Dick's first time witnessing an on-the-job death which would serve to haunt him for years to come, plus he got himself a beating from Two-Face (Okay but like, wouldn't he have been like 9 or 10 max Jeezums- 😭🖐).

•Bruce temporarily 'fired' Dick, not wanting to see him get hurt any more.

•Dick served as Robin for a while longer, still working with Bruce and also forming his own Titans team.

•When Dick was 17 he got shot in his shoulder by the Joker, which prompted Bruce to officially fire him out of fear for his safety. Dick decided that he didn't need Batman anymore, plus he had some issues with the way Bruce did things, so he moved from Gotham to New York to be more involved with the Titans, and he dropped out of highschool.

•Bruce didn't really like this, and told Dick that if he was no longer going to work with him he would have to retire the Robin title. Dick left Wayne Manor afterwards, and handed over leadership of the Titans to Wondergirl.

•Unsure of himself and what he should do now, yet not wanting to give up crime fighting now that it was such a big part of his life, he went to find Superman. For a brief while Dick stayed with Superman, and Superman told him of a Krypton hero who had been known as Nightwing. Because of this time with Clark, Dick decided to finally become his own hero free of Batman. He named himself Nightwing after the Krypton hero, and made himself a costume based off of something his father once wore back in the circus.

•Now as Nightwing he helped lead the Titans, though his relationship with Starfire was worsening over time.

•Jason's death was a bit of a turning point in his character. Even though originally he hadn't seemed to like Jason (mainly because Jason acted as his replacement, and because of his not so great relationship with Bruce) Dick seemed to grow into a kinder/gentler person after the event.

•A while after this, Dick discovered that the mob boss who had killed his parents was not actually dead but was in a coma instead. Dick went looking for him, but witnessed him being gunned down before he had a chance to do anything for himself. Bruce claimed that he was worried that Dick would seek revenge for his parents death if he knew the truth, so he told the young boy that the mod boss was dead instead. Dick was obviously upset because of this, and his relationship with Bruce stayed strained.

•While he was still serving with the Titans, Tim Drake sought him out and asked him to return to being Robin (Because after Jason's death Bruce was going crazy without a Robin by his side), but Dick refused because of his bad relationship with Bruce and his enjoyment for his current job. He did help Tim become Robin, though.

•A lot of bad things happened with the Titans, people passed, people left, people changed, but Dick fought to stay the heart and center of the team through it all.

•Despite their strained relationship, Dick tried to impulsively marry Starfire, but the ceremony was interrupted, which eventually led to Starfire leaving and returning to her home planet.

•Bruce was brutally injured by Bane, but because his relationship with Dick was so bad and he didn't want to 'force' his son to return, he temporarily gave the Batman title to the not-so-stable Jean Paul Valley, with Tim there to help him out. Jean proved too unstable, however, and Dick returned to Gotham to help Tim deal with him. Dick decided to step away from the Titans to focus on Gotham, and the still healing Bruce asked him to be Batman until he was alright again which Dick agreed to.

•During his time acting as Batman, Dick built a great brotherly relationship with Tim. In addition, Bruce admitted that he hadn't originally asked Dick to act as Batman for him because he didn't want to force him to come back, and the two finally began to fix their relationship.

•Dick pretends to be a villain working under Deathstroke for a while, until Deathstroke betrays him and kills at least 100,000 people with a bomb. Dick tries to find and help any survivors, but is unable to because of the radiation which weighs heavily on his mind. He also proposes to Barbara Gordon around this time.

•Dick recovers and Bruce asks him to join him and his current Robin in rediscovering his roots. Dick is hesitant, but Barbara insists that he helps, and suspends their engagement for the time being.

•Dick returns to the Titan's tower, because there's someone there pretending to be him. Turns out it's the revived Jason Todd!

•While on a case, he gets buried alive by a mysterious voice that tells him he's 'supposed to be dead'. He has a hard time finding work because he's in a cast, and is having some trouble due to his injuries.

•By this point his relationship with both Bruce and Tim have improved dramatically, and he's close with both of them.

•The Titans decide to reform their group.

•Okay I'm gonna try and put this as simply as possible… Bruce was targeted by a group called 'Black Glove', supposedly going insane and running away. Dick doesn't want Tim to have to deal with everything himself, so he returns. He gets kidnapped and drugged by the International Club of Villains and is scheduled for a lobotomy, but gets out of it because Bruce's 'insanity' was made up to expose the Black Glove. Batman fights with Doctor Hurt on a helicopter, but the helicopter explodes. Batman is fine and works with the Justice League, but then is seemingly killed in his confrontation with Darkseid. In his will, Bruce begs Dick not to become Batman. Because of his refusal to become Batman, someone else takes up the job instead, calling himself Batman but using lethal methods that Bruce would never allow. This 'Batman' is actually Jason Todd, who shoots Damian and almost kills Tim with a Batarang. Dick and Jason fight and Dick shoves Jason off of a speeding train, seemingly killing him though Jason says they'll 'Meet again soon'. Dick finally decides to become the official Batman, but refuses to make Tim his Robin because according to him, he sees Tim as his equal and not his sidekick. He instead makes Damian his new Robin, which of course pisses off Tim. Tim, believing Bruce to be alive, takes up Jason's old Red Robin mantle and goes searching for Bruce. Dick moves base because the Batcave reminds him too much of Bruce, and struggles because Damian is constantly reminding and taunting him over the fact that he will never truly be able to replace his father. When he next fights Jason, Jason remarks that if the Lazarus pit could revive him, it could revive Bruce too as he's being arrested.

There's quite a bit of stuff that happens in between here, most notably the death of a young boy called Baby D which influences Dick's future character, but since I've been typing for hours:

Thinking about what Jason said, Dick takes Bruce's body from his grave and takes him to the Lazarus Pit. While it does reanimate the corpse, the revived 'Bruce' is angry and violent. This is because it was never Bruce at all, it was actually a clone of him. This gives Dick, Damian, and Alfred a similar hope to Tim, that Bruce is actually still alive. Tim brings evidence that Bruce is actually lost in time, and after a bit of digging and more evidence finding, they manage to bring Bruce back.

•Dick finally becomes Nightwing again, now with red on his costume which reflects his darker and more grim outlook on life and humanity after his time as Batman.

•Nightwing gets stabbed on a mission.

•He also, on a different mission, momentarily dies but they manage to start his heart again.

•Dick puts down his Nightwing title for a while and becomes a secret agent for Bruce, but the wiki has no info on this.

•Dick goes back to being Nightwing, finally returning to his original black and blue suit instead of the black and red one. He reforms the titans, but after working with them for a bit, but ends up moving back to Blüdhaven soon after.

•Someone is sent to assassinate Dick, and he gets shot in the head. He manages to survive, though he has amnesia and for a brief while becomes 'Ric Grayson' until he gets his memories back. When Ric tries to restore his memories he is kidnapped by the Joker who brainwashes him into believing that he was the Joker's sidekick, though he's eventually rescued and gets his memories back. After this event, he officially rejoins the Batman Family as Nightwing.

•There's no info after this.

Extra fact: While not mentioned in the fandom wiki, Dick Grayson was r[😬]ed by a female villain named Tarantula. (As in yes, he has a nice ass, but he would canonically be very uncomfortable with how some parts of the fandom oversexualize him.)

[tbb-appreciation-week]

PABU'S FESTIVAL OF LOVE 2025

Info, Rules, and F.A.Q.

Tomorrow, I'll send the first batch (no pun intended) of prompts to those signed up (join here!). This is how I picked them.

In one word: randomly. I made several lists (with over 70 prompts in total), divided by types and ratings, and put them in a picker wheels. I left everything to chance. Specific lists aren't that long (about 6 prompts each).

It means that two (or more) people could get one repeated prompt. But like most of you selected a unique combination of prompt types, nobody got both prompts the same. And it wouldn't matter if you did; y'know, the "Two Cakes!" scenario.

Once received, you have a month to work on the prompt(s), and will be due on February 14th, 2025.

When uploading your content to your Tumblr blog, be sure to mention this blog and add the event hashtags: #pabu's festival of love 2025 and/or #PFoL 2025.

Any relationship is acceptable (platonic or romantic) among the Bad Batch, as well as other clones. Of course, original characters and readers are acceptable.

PLEASE BE DILIGENT WITH YOUR TAGGING (both by mentioning the blog and putting on the necessary tags, especially concerning NSFW). That'll ensure that your post will be reblogged on this blog.

I'll do my best to reblogged everyone's posts, but if I miss yours, please let me know. Just give me a few hours before you panic 😆

If you want, you can also add your work to the Ao3 Collection (closed at the moment, but I'll open it in due time). Use the same event Tumblr tags when posting to the archive. When adding the tags, it might appear tbb-appreciation-week's Pabu's Festival of Love 2025 (Star Wars) on the dropdown. That's the canonical tag for the event. You can click on it, but it's way too long and complicated for anyone to remember, so don't worry about it. By me, being connected to high places, I'll make sure that however you tag it as, it'll be attached to the right place.

If you are posting NSFW fics or art on Tumblr, I ask that you use the Keep Reading break to hide the NSFW portion of your work; and please, give the proper warnings. On Ao3, please use the correct rating and warnings as well.

In this place, we're all for minding our own business, Ship And Let Ship, Kink Tomato, and all that, so everyone is free to create whatever they want. Participants are expected to hold judgment of others and their works to themselves, even if they don't agree with or find it repulsive. This event isn't for you if you disagree. Harassment to participants for any reason is NOT TOLERATED!

Show support to other participants by reblogging, leaving likes/kudos AND comments. If an author or artist has asked for constructive criticism (not the same as a comment, and with constructive being the keyword) you may give it. However, refrain from giving any of the unsolicited kind, as it is discouraging for the author or artist.

But most of all, HAVE FUN!!! This is a lay-back event, to show love for our favorite characters.

I'm looking forward to seeing what you all come up with!

If you have questions, send me a message to the ask box or a DM, either in this blog or my fandom blog @nimata-beroya.

Thanks for reading, and happy creating!

Mod Mare ❤

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PS: There's one person who signed up on Jan 10 and didn't leave their URL. I don't know who you are but I need you to contact me ASAP! Otherwise, I won't be able to send your prompts. HINT: You requested songs!

Frequently Asked Questions

Is [fill the blank] allowed?

When in doubt:

And how about…?

Yes, that, too. Give total freedom to your creativity, and don't worry about whether or not it's allowed. Most things are okay, barring anything inciting or glorifying harassment, hatred, or discrimination of any kind.

Do I have to use both prompts?

You can use one or both. It's up to you.

Can I post late?

Yes, that's totally fine; I understand that real life gets in the way sometimes. I'll also reblog posts from latecomers.

So, when should I post?

According to your time zone, during the day at the most convenient time for you, on February 14th.

Will you reblog my post?

Yes, I'll reblog everyone's posts during the day. If I miss yours, please let me know (but wait a few hours before you do).

Can I combine PFoL's prompts with other creation challenges?

Absolutely! If you have a bingo card to fill or another event to complete, go for it. That’s like shooting two mynocks with one bolt, using one of Crosshair's reflective disks!

Can I upload/repost my work to other social media platforms?

Of course! You can post your own content wherever you like. Additionally, I’ve created an AO3 Collection to archive any work posted there. (It's closed right now, but I'll open it in due time)

If any of the prompts fit well for an existing fic/art I am currently working on, can I use it?

If you are currently working on this fic/art with Valentine's Day in mind, the answer is yes. In the case of using a work retroactively (meaning: already published and complete), then please, don’t.

Where can I post my work?

Post where and however you want. You don’t have to cross-post it to Tumblr. Just keep in mind, if it’s not on Tumblr, I won't be able to add it to the blog archive. You can post a just link to anywhere else you've posted if you don't want to put the entire work in your blog.

Do I have to finish a fic I started? Can I post a work in progress?

Yes, you can post WIPs. And you’re not obligated to finish it. It'd make me happy that this event prompt you to create something longer. Let's appreciate the Bad Batch all year around!

Is co-creating allowed?

Yes, absolutely! Encouraged, even. Not just the usual writer-artist or co-writing collaborations, also any kind of medium combos: fic-podfic, fic-playlist, art-art, etc.

Is there a min/max limit on word count?

None. If you want to write a 100-word drabble or a 50k fic or anything in between, it's all up to you. You're the only one who knows how much time you can dedicate to it and how high/low your level of inspiration/energy is. You can even write a snippet for a fic you'll write later when you have the time/energy. Remember that this is lay-back-type of an event. Do as little or much as you want/can.

How do I tag triggers?

Just tag the word/phrase, e.g., blood; main character death. (DO NOT add "tw" either at the beginning or at the end. That makes it harder for readers to block the right tags). Here it's the list of the most common warning tags you should use when appropriate.

Also, it would be prudent to add warnings in the post's body, giving the readers another layer of protection before they do the actual reading.

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Yes, please DO! It's the safest way for me not to miss your posts. I'll also be following the #pabu's festival of love 2025 and #PFoL 2025 tags, just for good measure.

What are the forbidden topics for our writing?

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Can I cross post on other blogs?

Yes, sure. That's fine. You can also post different works to different accounts under different names, without posting them everywhere at once.

[yourfellowhuman07]

Hello, my fellow Entrapdak shippers!

I am happy to say it is once again time for Entrapdak Positivity Month, a fandom event created by the always lovely @maireadralph, who works tirelessly to put on all the major events, zines, and is currently running the Entrapdak Community here on Tumblr.

Now, like last year, I have decided to make another Ask Game for those who don't plan on drawing or writing anything but still wish to participate in the event this year.

The game is simple, just open your Ask Box and reblog this post so fellow shippers can ask you one of the questions I have written for this year. I will also link the Ask Game from last year if anyone wants to answer those (I know I'm willing).

Now without further ado, the questions:

What were Entrapta and Hordak’s first impressions of each other?

Who fell first, and who fell harder?

When and what made them realize their feelings for each other?

Who proposed first and how did they do it?

What’s the first Human/Our World AU that comes to mind when it involves Entrapdak?

What is the worst take on Entrapdak you’ve ever seen/heard?

What part(s) of their relationship made you fall in love with the ship?

How long have you been shipping them for?

Which of Hordak’s various designs throughout the series is your favorite (Season 1/2, Season 3/4, Season 5, or the flashback design in the finale)?

What is one thing they don’t like about each other that they can look past?

What is an interest/hobby they each have that you have no evidence for, but you know in your heart they love?

What is a weird crack headcanon you think about for fun?

What would happen if Entrapta joined the Horde before she was offered to join the Alliance?

What does Hordak wear now that he is out of the Galactic Horde?

What kinds of movies/TV shows/books do you think they like?

If you have/hypothetically had a playlist for them as individuals and/or as a couple, what is/would be on it?

For my writers and imaginers, what is an old story idea you had about or involving Entrapdak that you abandoned?

What was Hordak’s reaction when he met Wrong Hordak?

In your mind, what happened to Entrapta’s parents?

What was (x character)’s reaction to finding out Entrapdak was a thing?

How long did it take for Entrapta and Hordak to get into a relationship after season 5?

Who’s the most likely to tell the other about their feelings first?

How do you think Entrapta’s hair works (Robotics, Genetics, Magic, etc.)?

 What type of music would they listen to?

Who’s bringing the stray animal they found on the street home?

What do they find the most attractive about each other (besides their mutual intelligence)?

 What, in your mind, is Hordak’s punishment, and how does he feel about it?

 Could you tell me about any potential kids they might have?

 What’s something random you wanted to talk about regarding Entrapdak?

Your own SFW question?

And for those who would like to use it, Last Year's Ask Game:

[astrinde]

Fandom asks, Astrinde responds (1):

In the fandom ask game, B and T for @nebulathunderwave, with much appreciation for the request!

B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind.

Let us all laugh together: XiYao.

CQL served as my introduction to C-drama - the danmei equivalent of "come on in, the water's fine," with no warning for how I'm about to drown - and like many first-time viewers of the series, I paid less attention to other characters and plotlines because they interfered with obsessing over WangXian. Also, the show had so much amazing detail; it dazzled me, enough that I missed a lot on first viewing (including the finger-stroking around The Box™, if you can believe that?).

I signed up for a fanfic exchange months ago and requested CQL + MDZS (having read the books by then) to both give and receive. Looking through the compiled requests, I noticed that someone had asked for XiYao, with tags that seemed to indicate a wish for LXC-on-the-run fic. I thought, "what an interesting idea; neither the book nor the show covered those events at all, which provides such a rich opportunity for a writer! Now that I think about it, how brave MY must have been to save LXC's life; he had almost nothing at that time. As a couple, though? I mean, they certainly are beautiful, would look lovely together..."

And the idea wouldn't leave my mind. "How precious they became to each other, the mentions of late-night talks and things shared, the devastation at the end - and didn't LXC urge LWJ to follow his heart and find the wisdom there? Wasn't he likely talking about himself, too? Yes, I could absolutely see that pairing; I kind of love it, actually. I bet I won't find much for it, though. It's been years since the show came out, and any fans who remain are probably there for WangXian..."

Lololol forever.

So, it was someone on AO3, whom I (probably?) don't even know, requesting XiYao for a fic exchange and sending the creaky, rusty wheels of my mind to turning. My gratitude was, and remains, profound.

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending?

For CQL/MDZS, I have a few Lan-specific headcanons, one of which I'll avoid describing because it appears in a fanfic coming out next month. Another, which I hope to use in a future story, is that all Lan musicians have a primary and secondary instrument. The primary is chosen for spiritual aspiration, being the focus of spiritual endeavours, while the secondary is chosen according to personality/preference and provides a hobbyist-level study for musical proficiency and pleasure.

My one hard and fast Lan headcanon is this: every one of the Lan rules was made by a master before his/her passing as their final contribution to the Clan, a summation of a lifetime of study, reflection, and experience. Each rule should not be simply recited, but read with an understanding of all that gave rise to it; the mountain, whose carvings are ever-increasing, is intended to be a living memorial of the past, as well as a guide for the future. So the rule about "no alcohol in the Cloud Recesses," for example - perhaps it isn't just a flat prohibition against drinking, but the heartfelt warning of a past Lan who wrote exquisite, soulful drunken poetry, only to be conquered by addiction and sickness as his habit grew over the years, ravaging his ability to write verse as well as the health of his body. The disciple is meant to contemplate his story, not just blindly follow his rule.

Other headcanons of mine are more minor: small details that appear in my stories and live as truth in my mind long after the writing is done. These include story points (the participation of Bedknobs and Broomsticks' Eglantine Price in Operation Cone of Power), names (the real name of Bricktop in IWTV 2022), or motivations (Hestia allowing Prometheus to 'steal' the fire, or Clytemnestra's rage without regret). They are very real and personal to me, but I can't treat them as rules that others should accept.

Being a perfume nerd, I also have fragrance-specific headcanons for many characters and will usually wear the scent while writing them. I am wearing LXC's now, in fact. :)

[thedragonagebigbang]

Bang Creator Interview: Tumblr: @vivispec | AO3: Vivispec

The Collaboration period has begun! In these quiet months before works are due, we want to foster a sense of excitement, camaraderie, and celebration among our participants. To that end, all participants were given the option of a formal interview by our mod, Dema, or an informal “ask-game” survey. We hope you enjoy getting to know our phenomenal creators as much as we have!

Top 10 Reasons You Should Actually Contact The Ex Whose Life You Ruined– Number 1 Will Shock You!

Vivi and Dema talk OCs, Whumptober, and how to write while driving

Dema: Good morning! It is I, Dema, here for our interview.

Vivi: Good morning!

Dema: Since this is a fandom event I'd like to start there! How long have you been involved in the Dragon Age fandom? What drew you to it?

Vivi: I've been into Dragon Age since Origins came out-- I actually have fanfic I wrote for it when I was 12 on my Grandmother's computer, it's very bad-- but I didn't actually start getting involved in the fandom until much more recently. I'm kind of a fandom lurker in general, and didn't start posting fanfic or really engaging in the fandom until about 2022.

As for what drew me to it, the series has held a special place in my heart for a very long time, but playing Inquisition for the first time in 2020 kinda broke my brain (affectionate). I went into a Solasmance blind and have never been the same since

Dema: Oh, I too have the Solasmance hooks in me, I understand. Does that make DA:O and DA:I roughly tied for your favorite? Or do you have a strong favorite?

Vivi: This question is honestly the bane of my existence, because I have so much trouble choosing. DA:O definitely has more nostalgia, but DA:I is the one I engage with and write about the most. I think, if I had to choose at gunpoint, I'd actually say DA:2 is my favorite, but that's by the thinnest and blurriest margin.

Dema: Haha, yes. It's a bit of a "choose your favorite child" question. I will not hold you at gunpoint.

Vivi: Much appreciated.

Dema: Is it Solas in particular that inspires you to write in the DA:I timeline the most?

Vivi: He's definitely a contributing factor, and what started me down that road, but I think my love for writing DA:I is mostly tied to my Inquisitor, actually. She's maybe one of my favorite OCs I've ever made.

Dema: DA is such a great sandbox for OCs. Tell me about your Inquisitor! What makes her a favorite?

Vivi: Her name is Viera'vun, a Dalish hunter. She's a pathfinder more than anything else, incredibly observant, and very down-to-earth once she's settled in as Herald. I love figuring out how a Dalish elf with no exposure to this world she's been suddenly thrust into would react, and how she would keep herself safe-- in Viera's case, she becomes really good at picking up on the little things and using them to her advantage, and standing her ground. One of my favorite things about her is actually the dynamic she has with her hunting partner, Iloniyn-- they're platonic soulmates, one of my favorite tropes to write, and having him there as her rock once he joins her at Skyhold definitely gives her stable footing as she tackles becoming the Inquisitor.

Dema: She sounds lovely, and I can see how those themes would provide a lot of creative inspiration! Dalish Inquisitors in particular have such an interesting dynamic. How do Viera'vun and Iloniyn navigate the religious affiliations of the Inquisition?

Vivi: Viera uses it to her advantage, as best that she can. She doesn't believe in it of course and isn't shy to say so, but when holding her tongue and letting others make their own assumptions would help her out, she's not opposed to begrudgingly doing so. I think the biggest thing is that she knows how, historically, elves have been treated by the Chantry, and that she likely won't be immune to being killed or erased by them. Still, as long as she's around and has power, she's going to use it for her and her people.

Dema: Oh, she sounds so savvy! I love her already. Since we've been discussing OCs, especially in the context of the Dragon Age universe, I'm curious how you go about creating them. For example, was Viera an in-game Inquisitor? Or did you make her specifically for writing with? And was she typical of your process?

Vivi: In general, my OCs start in-game. Even Iloniyn was originally an alt Inquisitor that I fell in love with, and wanted to use in writing! When I replay roleplaying games with some element of character creation, I tend to give my PCs a gimmick so they don't all play the same-- Iloniyn's whole shtick was he didn't want to be there and was very vocal about it, and one of my Warden's always chooses the lie option if it's available to her. Viera was my first playthrough of the game so she didn't have a gimmick. I let the game shape who she was as I played it and tweaked it in post, adding more backstory and personality once I knew the general arc of the story, and where she was going to end up. Then, I did what I do with all of my OCs to flesh them out: drop them into increasingly terrible situations to figure out how they tick! She got the worst of it, I did Whumptober the year I started writing her. 31 days of horror for that poor lady

Dema: Hey, the meat grinder tells us what they're made of!

Vivi: Exactly! You get it.

Dema: Were those mostly one-shots?

Vivi: Yes they were! 60k worth of one-shots. Most were about her, but she definitely wasn't the only one. I even dipped my toes into Ancient Elvhenan for that event, it was a lot of fun filling those prompts!

Dema: Oh wow, 60k in 31 days! So you are no stranger to writing a lot of words in a set timeframe.

Vivi: No stranger at all, though I don't think I have that sort of stamina any longer. Still not entirely sure how I did it. I've done three other Big Bangs since as well, finishing four pieces across them.

Dema: What keeps you coming back to Bangs?

Vivi: I wouldn't finish pieces otherwise. I'm a notorious WIP collector, so having incentive to finish my pieces is always nice. Plus, I love getting to work alongside artists, and see how they interpret what I write! Collaborations make it all feel so much more official.

Dema: Having only participated in Bangs as an artist, I'm so impressed and inspired by the dedication you have to the challenge. It's a big number!

Vivi: Aw thank you, on the opposite side of the event I'm always impressed by the artists and their illustrations! It's amazing what we both are able to do in the timeframe given, thank you for your service.

Dema: I love it! From the artist's perspective, it's an interesting way to engage with a fic as a prompt, and the inspiration comes from the story and the collaborative effort. As a writer, is there anything in particular you're drawing inspiration from as you develop your idea for a long fic like this? Without being too specific about this idea, of course.

Vivi: Honestly, ideas just kinda hit me during my morning commute, while I stare aimlessly at the road ahead of me. Because of that, I tend to record myself talking in the car, despite the fact that I probably look like I've lost it just a little bit. Just talking through my thoughts on where my OCs and the companion characters are or what they're doing during specific times generally gives me a lot to think and write about, but mostly I pull my inspiration from their interpersonal relationships. That is what this series is built off of, and what I love about it!

Dema: I think that is a brilliant strategy. In the last minutes, and just for fun: can you come up with a click-bait title for your fic? Without giving anything major away, of course.

Vivi: Top 10 Reasons You Should Actually Contact The Ex Whose Life You Ruined-- Number 1 Will Shock You!

Dema: HAHA, Perfect. Thank you so much for your time, Vivi!

Vivi: Thank you! This was a lot of fun.

[chronurgy]

Fic Writing Review 2024

tagged by the wonderful @defira85 (thank you very much!)

I'm not tagging anyone since I'm several months late, but please feel free to participate if you'd like to!

Rules: Feel free to show whatever stats you have. Only want to show Ao3 stats? Rock on. Want to include some qualitative info instead of stats? Please do this. Want to change how yours is presented? Absolutely do that. Would rather eat glass than do this? Please don’t eat glass but don’t feel like you have to do this either. Artists and gif makers, please also join in with any quantitative or qualitative stats or facts you want to share about your year.

Now merlin, I can hear you all saying, it's March. I know. I'm terrible at getting things done on a schedule, so here goes my 2024 fic review!

Words and Fics (ao3 link here)

Fics: 14

Words: 43,501

Top Three Relationships

Dark urge/Enver Gortash

Isobel Thorm & Ketheric Thorm

Enver Gortash/Franc Peartree

Top 5 by Comments (comment threads)

Möbius Strips and Other Such Eternities (40)

Would You Give the Devil This Dance? (Would You be a Part of His Plans?) (18)

They Who Seek to Deceive (8)

Tasting Notes: Franc Peartree (Full-bodied White) (6)

Child of Ill-Omen (6)

Top 5 by Kudos

Möbius Strips and Other Such Eternities (104)

They Who Seek to Deceive (80)

Would You Give the Devil This Dance? (Would You be a Part of His Plans?) (72)

Tasting Notes: Franc Peartree (Full-bodied White) (34)

Such Blood We Spill and Share (28)

Top 5 by Hits

Möbius Strips and Other Such Eternities (1,442)

They Who Seek to Deceive (766)

Would You Give the Devil This Dance? (Would You be a Part of His Plans?) (584)

Such Blood We Spill and Share (277)

Tasting Notes: Franc Peartree (Full-bodied White) (170)

Möbius Strips really is the outlier in every category, which kinda surprised me! I assumed all of two people would find it interesting, let alone read it, but I'm glad it found its audience. Tasting Notes is also surprisingly popular, given its absolutely unhinged style and very niche subject matter.

Fandom Events in 2024

I participated in Gortash Week last year! I had a lot of fun and the prompts were excellent. I originally tried to write out something super long and well planned for each day, but I ended up writing most of my pieces for the week that day or maybe a day or two before and that was a good experience for me! Writing last minute really forced me to narrow down my focus in each piece and run with wherever I felt the idea taking me. I had originally posted all of my entries on tumblr, but was convinced to move them to ao3 as well and I'm definitely glad for that! I've had people discover them for the first time or let me know that they read it once on tumblr and have been happy to find it again! Overall, a great event.

Writing Reflection

2024 was a big year for me, writing-wise. I wrote a lot! Bg3 really helped me get back into not only writing for fun, but being willing share that writing. I was even able to write a couple of things in more or less one go, and then just post them. And people even liked them! I tried a few new forms this year, specifically in Möbius Strips which is entirely epistolary. Sharpened Splinters of Actuality and A Certain Quality of Character were both written entirely in dialogue, which was a big change for me, person who loves writing 8k words and three lines of dialoge (and yes, laugh it up, it's very in character of me to have enjoyed writing political demagoguery). Tasting Notes was written in second person, which was a pov I'd never tried before and was, honestly, kinda scared of. But I'm very happy with how that particular piece turned out! Speaking of povs, I also tried my hand at writing from wyll and lae'zel's povs last year. Lae'zel was an interesting challenge because her perspective is so alien to the world of faerun, so figuring out what she would and would not know and how she would conceptualize what she was seeing was a fun challenge (for example, I had to remove a reference to bhaal coming across like a patriarch in Such Blood We Spill and Share because that isn't how githyanki society is organized, she instead compares him to a queen looking down on her subjects, iirc). Wyll was also a pov I struggled with writing because so much of his pov, at the moment I was writing it, was defined by struggle and contradiction and missing information, and having that all come through is hard! I was worried people would get upset with his characterization but it ended up all working out, which I'm very glad about. Would You Give the Devil This Dance is also the fic I have the clearest, semi-direct sequel idea that I hope to write someday - to go back to wyll's pov after they've rescued his father from the iron throne and have moved on to exploring the steel watch factory. We've seen the many tensions escalating - now let's see them snap. I also have to be honest that I don't know if I'll have another year as good as 2024 for a long time. 2025 is definitely shaping up to be a far sparser year already. But we'll see how it goes!

[suseagull5914]

2024 Writing Round-Up

Thanks @cha-melodius, @firenati0n, @dizzymisslizzie, @onthewaytosomewhere, @iboatedhere, @tailsbeth-writes, @thesleepyskipper, @sophie1973, and @emmalostinwonderland for the tags!

Thanks to Ficlet Fridays (find the collection at the link!) I've written for a LOT of fandoms this year- mostly RWRB, but also Six of Crows, Ted Lasso, and a bit of going back to my fandom roots with OUAT too! Ficlets and Wednesday drabbles aren't included in this list. Warning: the list is LONG even without Ficlet Fridays and Wednesday drabbles...

January:

Make This Feel Like Home: my fic for @typicalopposite for last year's @rwrbnygiftexchange

It's their first Christmas party

with their adopted daughter,

Irene, and Alex and Henry

can't wait to celebrate. First,

though, they have to figure

out why she's so upset. Will

they figure out what's wrong

and make it to the party on

time?

Meet Me at Midnight- Cinderella AU, but make it NYE

Henry's dreading a decision

he has to make on New Year's

Eve. When he meets a

handsome stranger, that

decision becomes an easier

one than he had ever

anticipated.

The Beauty Within ch 8-10- my firstprince and Junora high school AU

The minute Henry shows up

at his school, Alex hates

everything about him. What

happens when they're forced

to work together on a school

project?

February:

The Beauty Within ch 11-15- my firstprince and Junora high school AU

The minute Henry shows up

at his school, Alex hates

everything about him. What

happens when they're forced

to work together on a school

project?

Worked on future chapters and Eras fics

March:

The Beauty Within ch 16-19

The minute Henry shows up

at his school, Alex hates

everything about him. What

happens when they're forced

to work together on a school

project?

Worked on future chapters and Eras fics

April:

The Beauty Within epilogue

The minute Henry shows up

at his school, Alex hates

everything about him. What

happens when they're forced

to work together on a school

project?

I'm Only Me When I'm with You- my first oneshot for @thebrownstone's Eras event! And definitely the craziest thing I wrote all year.

Alex and Henry have been

best friends for years. But can

a lapse in judgement one day

change everything?

You Belong with Me- my favorite of my Eras event fics! Friends to lovers, pining

Henry's been in love with his

best friend Alex for as long as

he can remember, but has

been afraid of voicing his

feelings. What's he going to

do when Alex's boyfriend

wants to propose?

Sparks Fly- an Eras event almost-drabble. Canon. One of those "this song was in my head for months, so I had to write a fic for it"

Henry reflects on Alex's smile.

Mine- another Brownstone Eras event fic. Coffee shop and college AU

Henry and Alex fall in love

over cups of English

Breakfast tea passed over a

counter. But can one fight

ruin everything?

Everything Has Changed- another Brownstone Eras event fic. Post-canon

Alex reflects on his life with.

Henry.

Nightmare Dressed Like a Daydream- my final Eras Tour fic, a Hunger Games AU

After dealing with his

grandmother and all the

horror she inflicted in the

Hunger Games and beyond,

Henry still has to deal with the

aftermath.

May:

Worked on RBB

June:

Started participating in Ficlet Fridays!

Worked on RBB

July:

More drabbles (including a sequel to Mine) and Ficlet Fridays

Worked on RBB

My Soulmate Walks into the Bar- the ficlet for @emmalostinwonderland that ran away with me! And also my most popular fic, so thank you, Emma!

Henry's all but given up on

looking for his soulmate until

chance brings them together.

August:

Catastrophe or Chance?- my fic for @wordscavenger for the brownstone server's Summer Switcheroo!

Alex and Henry are rival

wedding planners. What

happens when their clients'

weddings are at the same

venue on the same day?

Better than Gold- my ode to RWRB and the Olympics!

Alex lives for the Summer

Olympics every four years.

Not only does he get to race

fellow swimmers on an

international scale, but it's the

only time he gets to see his

crush, Henry Fox, the Prince

of the Air, in person. Will he

ever have the courage to

bring his feelings into the

light?

September:

More drabbles and ficlets, plus working on my Divergent AU for RBB!

One Little Note- my first fic for the Brownstone server's Firstprince Week!

On a dare, Henry confesses

his true feelings.

Henry's Perfect Day- another entry for Firstprince Week! I actually have something kind of similar to this coming out soon...

Alex has a surprise for Henry,

but first, he's going to make

sure he has the best day of his

life.

In Another Universe- an almost-drabble for firstprince week.

Henry and Alex imagine their

lives in other universes.

The Great Tea Debate- fun little ficlet for Firstprince Week!

Henry dares Alex to try tea

the proper way.

October:

More drabbles and ficlets- definitely my favorite ficlets of the year other than the non-ficlet in July!

Storybrooke ch 31-61- returned to fandom roots with these ficlets!

Entries for @ouattober on.

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It's All About the Fluff- @flufftober prompts! This was my first time doing this event and it was so much fun- can't wait for next year!

Alex and Henry being soft in

every universe.

finished RBB, wrote AWY

November:

More ficlets and drabbles, worked on entry for Taylor's RWRB Festive Fan Fest

Comments Make the Heart Grow Fonder- my gift for @mudbloodpotter05 for @anywhere-with-you-event! This event was so fun- another one I'll definitely do again next year!

Alex spends his spare time

reading fanfiction, not

knowing he's about to get his

own happily ever after.

Unravel My Latest Mistake- a birthday fic for Namkejin on AO3!

Alex leaves when Henry asks

him to, but gets in a car

accident on the way to the

airport.

Rise of the Brave chapter 1- My fic for RBB!

The day when Alex will be

tested to find out which

faction he's in is here, and the

results will change his life-

and his entire world- forever.

December:

Watching Over Me- my full oneshot for RWRB Festive Fan Fest!

During their first Christmas in

the brownstone, Catherine

gives them a gift Henry will

cherish forever.

The 12 Days of Christmas- another RWRB FFF entry!

Alex teaches "The Twelve

Days of Christmas" to their

daughter, and Henry... Well,

Henry wishes he hadn't.

Santa's Secrets- another RWRB FFF ficlet!

Arthur catches his children

learning a bit too much from

being on set with him.

Spelling it Out- my Christmas gift for the fandom, one of the many great @inexplicablymine Twitter prompts!

Henry and Alex are both

competitive at Scrabble and

end up being roommates.

Gift- the next-to-last RWRB FFF entry.

Henry reflects on how much

Alex is a gift to him.

Rise of the Brave chapters 2-5- @aroyallybigbangrwrb project!

The day when Alex will be

tested to find out which

faction he's in is here, and the

results will change his life-

and his entire world- forever.

27 Bowties- my birthday gift for the ever-so-lovely @firenati0n!

Alex is obsessed with

weddings, especially the

author of his favorite wedding

column- until he meets him in

person. A 27 Dresses AU.

Better Than Dreaming- my last fic of the year and final RWRB FFF entry!

Henry agrees to help with

Pez's NYE party, not knowing

who else he invited.

Future Projects:

My first full fic of 2025 will be my NYE Gift Exchange fic when I finish it! I also wrote a fluffy little something for Inauguration Day to help those of us in the States get through the day, so look for that on January 20th! I'll be posting my karaoke oneshot sometime this summer. But as for my main project of 2025, watch this space tomorrow (January 3) for my first sneak peek of my next big project! Not tagging anyone else since this is so late.

[onyourowndaisymae]

𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 - 𝒖𝒑𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔, 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 & 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒔

hello!

i'm alive. yay! it's certainly been a minute since i've posted anything substantial, and i'm here to rectify that. this post is long. very long. i talk about a lot here-- my absence, my thoughts on obey me nowadays, what i've experienced as a writer on this platform, and updates i'm making to the way this blog looks and runs.if you're interested in catching up but don't have the time or motivation to read all of this, feel free to scroll down to the closing remarks.

☆ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 ☆

so, i will say this unintentional hiatus was caused by three things: my health, my shaky relationship with the obey me franchise, and the growing difficulties of participating in fandom. i'll address all three in that order.

★ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡 - my health has been shaky practically all of my adult life. i'm getting better about managing it, but even now, being twenty two years old and unable to keep up with my peers is... so exhausting. on my worst days, i am stuck in bed and distracting myself from the pain. the american healthcare system is a doozy that gives me a headache, but just know that i'm working towards proper diagnoses and treatment as fast as i can. i know that pushing myself to write for the sake of a regular posting schedule is ridiculous, so i have no intentions to do that. i will roll with the punches of my shitty health and hope i don't get knock on my ass again, lol.

★ 𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐞 - okay. hater time. i don't really like nightbringer.

i know! i know! hold your rotten tomatoes and let me make these stocks my soapbox for just a minute while i explain! i promise i'm not being a thoughtless critic!

i think the writing for the franchise has been slowly going down in quality for awhile. i'm never going to act like this is the best writing i've ever seen in a video game, but obviously season 1 of the og game was good enough to get us all hooked. the conflicts felt real, the relationships felt earned, and the lore was really interesting. season 2 of the og game has a special place in my heart. the franchise used to be romantic! dark! horny! complex! it feels like in recent months, the game has become so sanitized that it's alienating the same userbase that gave such an odd concept a chance in the first place. season 2 opened with an aphrodesiac plotline, and now we can hardly get a kiss from our love interests. i'm not saying everything needs to be graphic smut, but come on! it's a romance game, damnit! with as many competitors solmare has in the otome market right now, i don't know why they wouldn't be focusing on dynamic and interesting romance.

nightbringer itself is. whooo. a dual-edged sword. on one hand, it turned me into a solomon simp, and clearly i can't get enough of this man. it also had some really touching character moments. asmo's arc about falling and missing how things used to be was fantastic. satan's early development and issues bonding with his brothers were handled really well. but at the same time... these characters have also struggled with flat and rushed writing in this game. satan almost exclusively is just "cat guy with a temper" now. barbatos' character, while nice to finally have romantic storylines, has been butchered for the sake of making sure every romanceable character is marketable early on. characters are saying "i love you" ENTIRELY too fast. i get that this is not the og game and things will obviously be different in this timeline, but at the very least, i expect the writers to handle this stuff with care. i'm disappointed by how one-note everything feels now.

also, while i'm up here on my soapbox, i will also say: i think the events are abysmal nowadays. fucking hell. i am disappointed every time i click on a story portion and read three lines before the screen fades out and it's over! the events used to be low-stakes, interesting ways to explore the characters, but now it's just. disappointing. i think something similar has happened to the devilgrams and the romance that used to be in them, although it's nowhere near as bad.

for all of my bitching and moaning, i still clearly like this game franchise. i'm still going to write for it. but i think it's important to discuss these failings as a community. it helps people feel less alone when their passion begins to wane for something they once loved for seemingly no reason. maybe we can prevent the series from falling apart before its bitter end. it does not make you a "bad fan" to be able to critique something you love-- it means you love it enough to know when it's not at its best.

★ 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 - at some point, i found i got really intimidated by posting on my own blog. i began to psych myself out with every post, every like, every thing i got excited about. "is this good enough? do i want people to see this?" it's one thing to want to put your best foot forward, but another entirely to try to make every single thing you post perfect in an ill-fated attempt to fend of criticism from yourself of others. it's why i never took up art or music to any serious degree-- why put so much effort into something that's doomed to fail?

and then came the worry about notes and reblogs and followers. fandom should never be a numbers game, and for a lot of people it isn't. but it became a legitimate worry of mine that people would be disappointed if i didn't put out something with universal appeal, and thus, i'd be disappointed myself that i didn't live up to some unspoken expectation. i wanted to start posting for a new fandom, but then i became really worried people would feel "cheated" for following me when they expected one thing and got another.

obviously, this is not a healthy mindset. i needed to take a step back.

how did i resolve this? why didn't i just quit? well, for starters, i took some time to remember why i started posting. i have been writing fanfiction all of my life, usually shared with only a singular person and obsessed about until all of the dopamine was wrung dry from it. bringing it online was a deliberate choice. at first, it was because i was desperate for content for a small fandom (collar x malice, my beloved!) and thought "if nobody's gonna post this, i will!". but then i got into obey me, a much bigger fandom. through posting, i found a larger community of people who loved this piece of media just as fervently as i did. so many people of amazing talents dedicating their time and effort into expressing their love for this hobby. as i did the same, i began to gain a small following. one of my series blew up and gained me praise from some of my absolute favorite people in the fandom-- now, they're my friends who i adore. i began to grow proud of my writing. i'd never been proud like that before. posting on tumblr has proven to me that i'm capable of stepping out of my comfort zone and take the risk to do something, even if i'll fail. that is something i am so thankful for and can never replace.

i won't pretend fandom doesn't have its faults. every time i log on, i can scroll long enough to find something that absolutely exhausts me. labors of love are, at the end of the day, still labor, and work without appreciation is demoralizing. fandom is run by passion, but when there's a drought of people willing to put themselves out there it becomes hard to invest your energy into.

i don't have a perfect solution for this. all i know is that i can also scroll long enough to find a piece of writing or art so breathtaking that it invigorates my creative spirit. or i'll check my notifications and find a comment or reblog that absolutely makes my day. and isn't that worth sticking around a bit longer?

in the future, i'll try to be better about announcing my breaks and also just... pacing myself better. sometimes it'll be a bit until you hear from me. i hope that's okay. know i'll never log off for good without an explanation. i'd like to keep posting my silly little stories for a long time.

☆ 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 ☆

jesus. that previous section was waaaaay too long. okay. time to lock in.

★ i have a new theme! i used to have a sort of vague space-y theme, but i'm committing to the stars. do you like them? i hope so :3

★ i'm gonna get a bit weirder with the content. part of what has inspired me to keep writing is people coming up with the most off-the-wall, random, interesting ideas that i come back to consistently. that will include some dark content and the themes surrounding it like violence, horror, etc. things here will ALWAYS be tagged as thoroughly as i can. if you're not interested in reading that, no worries! hopefully something else i've written will catch your eye. (and obviously, minors, do not interact with this content. you shouldn't be in here-- my "byf" page has indicated this page is 18+ since the beginning).

★ as a general rule, i've decided that i'm no longer going to take requests. i love the enthusiasm and hearing people's ideas, but ultimately, i never end up doing them. instead, my ask box is always open for post suggestions, conversations, etc. i just don't want the sort of obligation that requests come with hanging out in the background anymore. this is, however, subject to change for special events, like that trick or treat event i did in the past and the fics for gaza event i'm doing currently, so stay tuned!

★ ... despite my in-depth obey me ramblings above, this is a multi-fandom page, lol. i will forever and always give my flowers to collar x malice. i am interested in posting occasional fics here for other fandoms in the general otome genre, so keep an eye out for those.

★ the above rule has been broken by my beloved, twisted wonderland. remember above where i mentioned wanting to post about a new fandom? yeah, it's this one. it became too much of an obsession. the new blog is centered around making night raven college an actual college, as well as just other twst content as well. the username is @daisystwistedgarden. give it a follow if you like that content! i probably won't discuss it much here, as i want the writing to stand on its own, but the pages have very similar layouts. that's me on a sideblog, don't worry :)

★ the masterlists are getting an entire overhaul and will now be organized by character. i procrastinated the hell out of these-- make overhauling the masterlists reason 3.5 for the hiatus. i will queue those up to post overnight sometime this week, so expect those sometime soon.

☆ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 + 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 ☆

if you're here, i want to say thank you. this blog, which originally started on a whim, has really done a lot for me. i love writing (even if i hate all the boring administrative parts of running a blog) and the fact that you people spare the time to read my silly little posts is insane to me. while i was gone, we hit the 2k follower mark (and the 2.1k follower mark, too!) and i'm just. baffled. thank you.

i'm back, i'm ready to write, and i'm excited to see where this takes me. give me a couple of days to fully replace all the old posts with new ones and make everything look right, but after that, i'll be posting again like normal. if you're interested in my twisted wonderland content, follow @daisystwistedgarden, and if you want to support my writing and gaza at the same time, consider donating to my "sponsor a WIP" page here.

once again, thank you for reading, for liking, for reblogging, for following, for hanging out in my ask box-- all of it. it means the world to me that i get to enjoy this slice of the internet with such wonderful people.

talk soon. (for real this time). xx

[teamdilf]

2024 Fic Wrapped

Tagged by @gefionne - thank you!

words posted: 786,461 - but that includes fics from previous years that I updated this year so it's probably closer to 500,000?

additional words written: I don't usually keep track so I'm not sure!

fandoms: Dragon Age, Baldur's Gate 3, and Mass Effect

highest kudos: Rook, No. (Dragon Age)

highest hit oneshot: A Melody in a Forest (Dragon Age)

new things i tried: I wrote a BG3/Dragon Age crossover, Glowing Glass, and it was my first longfic crossover!

fic I spent the most time on: Definitely Glowing Glass, both in terms of length and time spent trying to make two different sets of lore work together.

fic I spent the least amount of time on: Full Moon, which is a Solvellan drabble I wrote this summer.

favorite thing i wrote: Rook, No., because it's a very funny fic that was never meant to grow a plot, but ultimately did. It helped cope with the months-long wait for Veilguard and I found going into the game with a character who was well-developed personality-wise enhanced my enjoyment of the game. Parts of Mel's backstory changed by necessity, but the essence of who she is and how she communicates did not.

favorite things i read:

Perfect Slaughter by Imagineitdear - an Astarion/Tav fic set in a world where Tav becomes one of Cazador's spawn. A beautiful, often very dark fic that I utterly adored.

These Hands, If Not Gods by @Gefionne - A Solavellan time travel fic where Lavellan summons Fen'Harel to the future using an ancient shrine. I love the insight into Solas' life in Arlathan pre-rebellion - it's incredible world-building!

The Children Are Our Future by iggluminati - Solas and Rook time travel back to the Inquisition-era, forcing Solas to contend with a 12-year-old Rook. Absolutely, hysterically funny work.

writing goals for 2025: I've got a project outlined below that'll be the most ambitious fic I've written in years - both in terms of length, and lore complexity that I'd like to make progress on in 2025.

Also, and this may sound strange, but another goal is to participate in fewer fandom events. I burned myself out last year on them, and have decided that the hurt that comes when my work isn't read or acknowledged by its recipient isn't something I want to deal with for now. So, I'm taking a break for at least part of 2025.

new works: I've started working on a Solavellan time travel fic of my own (Veilguard spoilers below).

The basic premise is that the Executors have won ~20 years post-Veilguard and Solas, anticipating his own death, re-creates the amulet Dorian used to time travel, and has Iris promise to travel back to the moment of the breach when he dies and the veil begins to fall. Iris is successful, but is now going through the events of Inquisition, with the knowledge of the last 30 years, while in the midst of grieving the death of her husband of 20 years. She's a mess and Inquisition-era Solas discovers that Iris Lavellan is just as shitty at lying as he is.

Tagging @omniblades-and-stars, @ariannaserissa, @kalmiaphlox

[saradesuchiha]

i don't block anyone for a reason, and this was the reason why i have done to u. spreading false information that quirrrky and i were harassing fellow stans is disappointing and disgusting.

as we ALWAYS put who are the moderators of the event. it's been quirrrky and i since 2021. i don't know where u get that information of the said acct was a host too. i just assumed u did ur research bc u have never spoke abt the event again and never apologized to us for spreading false information

as a matter of fact, i reached out to both parties involved in the said issue. i went in-between to hear both sides and what happened. even went lengths of asking native speakers to help me translate the statement to help me further understand. i was in conversation w them until everything was settled.

jsyk i am a naruhina stan, kunoichi stan and a sarada stan. hence my other handle, saradesuchiha. i do not support any character and/or ship bashing. i do not tolerate any harassment towards anyone. i always tell everyone to be respectful and treat ppl w kindness bc u don't know how much one person is going through

i'm very open abt creating a safe space for anyone to enjoy naruhina. we have naruhinamain dedicated to celebrate the love of naruto and hinata. to extend, we have a discord server we fans are allowed to discuss and share their common interests.

this is my third year hosting naruhina month. just to anyone's knowledge, naruhina month is not hosted in december bc of it's connection w the release of movie, the last.

someone reached out to quirrrky late september of 2021 concerning if there would be naruhina this year. she took accountability on hosting on tumblr and i reached out to her extending it to twitter. we were pressed for time and in need atleast few months to be considerate of participants that is why it was pushed back til december.

the following year, we have plans to host different events for naruhina. it was nearing late october and yet no one has plans to host the event yet again. someone came forward to us asking if we will be hosting again, and quirrrky and i decided to push our plans ahead, hence, the first ever naruhina fair in 2022.

this year, we both have ideas for activities to encourage nh stans to express their love and creativity, as well as having fun making it. unfortunately, both quirrrky and i were really busy and focused on our time on our personal lives. we put the plans on hold and i complete understand what she's going through.

i opened the discussion in the naruhina discord if anyone would like to host this year. there are ppl who took interest but expressed that they couldn't commit to it. i was abt to close the discussion until ate born and chloe came forward to help me organize this year's event.

now someone on tumblr going as anon spreading rumors abt me being a fake nh fan. didn't know u have to box urself to stan only one ship/character to be a real stan. i have other interests too.

as a matter of fact, before i became actively participating in fandom. i met alot of hinata and sakura stans who were very nice to me and encouraged me to draw. i love being around ppl who are open-minded and supporting both women.

jsyk i left the fandom multiple times, being cyberbullied, ppl.mocking and discouraging my art and came bouncing back for ppl who encouraged me to do what i love.

ever since 2022, i limited my interaction w the fandom bc i was getting stressed how it's getting always heated w fanwars. i signed up to express my love and creativity for naruhina and have fun.

and just for anyone's knowledge, i do have a personal private acct but i have muted and blocked naruto and boruto from there so i can have peace of mind separate accts for fandom and real life current events. i rarely talked abt anime in there. it's mostly taylor swift and my shitty day to day life. u can ask few of my friends who are following me there.

it's getting long and i'm tired. i have to face reality that i cannot please anyone. my intentions of hosting events is for creators and fans to have a dedicated time to fully enjoy and support naruhina. this will be the last time i'm hosting naruhina month. i'm not forcing everyone to join in. this event is for naruhina stans. feel free to support it.

i'm always grateful for the love and support. thank u

🌤️