#unhinged crossover content

[zhelin-thames]

Danny Brings the Justice League to the Ghost Zone

Clockwork: “Why did you bring them here, Daniel?”

Danny: “I didn’t bring them. They followed me through a portal like lost ducks.”

John Constantine: “In my defense, I thought you were being possessed again.”

Danny: “I was LITERALLY holding a Dunkin’ bag and floating. That’s just me. That’s Tuesday.”

Batman: “This place violates every law of physics and at least four zoning bylaws.”

Fright Knight (materializing from the floor): “You violate my patience.”

Wonder Woman: “This realm... it’s alive.”

Danny: “Yeah, her name is Realmia. She likes boba and cosmic storms.”

Realmia (the actual Realms, vaguely embodied): blows a ghostly kiss and short-circuits three Bat-gadgets

Flash: “Can we talk about how the sky just blinked at me?”

Superman: “The sky has teeth.”

Danny (casually): “Yeah, don’t worry, they only bite time travelers.”

[The sky above them yawns open like a black hole with glittery teeth.]

Flash (Barry Allen): “...Wait.”

Danny: “Yeah?”

Flash:“I am a time traveler.”

Danny: “OH. That explains why the clouds keep growling at you.”

The Clouds: growl louder

Clockwork, sipping tea with visible amusement: “They’re merely curious. You're like a chew toy made of paradoxes.”

Flash (panicking): “I CAN FIX THIS. I CAN FIX—”

Danny: “No, Barry, this is not a ‘run really fast and mess up the timeline’ moment.”

Flash: “EVERY moment is that moment!”

Batman: “Allen, do not run. You will trigger a Realm storm.”

Flash: “What’s a Realm storm?”

The sky above them screams. Loudly. In Morse code.

Danny: “...Oh. That means ‘hi’ and ‘bite.’ It’s kinda both.”

Clockwork, sipping tea with a thousand-yard stare: “It’s been a long week.”

[bluerose5]

Zevran & Astarion Banter Pt. 4/?

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Astarion: I swear, if I hear "murder is wrong" one more time... Ugh, how utterly boring!

Zevran: *nods* Some people are simply in need of killing.

Astarion: Precisely! And why must we always have to justify our actions to others?

Zevran: Haha! Let them soothe their conscience if it helps them sleep better at night, I say. Although, the true question is how many people have we killed on this journey thus far?

Astarion: I honestly can't bother to keep count at this rate.

Zevran: Hmm... You know, now that I think of it, perhaps I could be convinced to recognize the error of my ways and forge a new path of righteousness.

Astarion: *scoffs* Is that so?

Zevran: But of course! If only I could lament my tragic upbringing in tears while resting my head upon someone's soft bosom, then surely that will make me wish to right all of my life's wrongdoings.

Astarion: Heh, that'll do it every time.

...

Astarion: Tell me something, my dear.

Zevran: I am all ears, my toothy friend.

Astarion: As am I, but I am curious, though. How exactly do you feel about killing?

Zevran: Is this a trick question?

Astarion: As I said, I am curious.

Zevran: And I am an assassin. Even beyond the Crows' reach, I would still want to continue being one, I think. Killing is simply part of the life I live. What is the point in shying away from it?

Astarion: Don't misunderstand me. I'm hardly one to judge.

Zevran: I figured you wouldn't.

Astarion: Do you enjoy it?

Zevran: Why wouldn't I? There is a certain artistry to the deed, no? Nothing quite like the pleasure of sinking your blade into your target's flesh and knowing that their life is in your hands.

Astarion: Oh, my.

Zevran: Was it something I said?

Astarion: On the contrary, I didn't expect to... Well, let's just say appreciate such a poetic response from you.

Zevran: I know other kinds of poetry, if you'd prefer.

Astarion: Darling, with that voice, I could listen to you talk about anything and everything all night long.

[tony-blair-erotica]

The real countdown isn’t for Genny Lec on Thursday 4th July 2024, it’s for the Tonibler statue unveiling in Ferizaj, Kosovo on Wednesday 12th June 2024 💅🏻…

[ghostie-jakxy-gray]

Longass Thematic Analysis of Gut & Idyll AU

Because I’m 80k in and finally figured out what my Point is with this one. Also warning: this is Actually Long.

(for reference THIS is the fic series I’m talking about)

First off, let me address the elephant in the room: yes I know, AUs don’t have to have a Point.

It’s an AU, it can be “hey what if they were superheroes” stuff.

But see, one of my Jobs (my Favorite of my Jobs) is making the “hey what if they’re superheroes” style stuff. So my stress relief hobby writing goes down the routes that don’t end up in my commercial writing, and that means existential crises and body/mind horror and Thematic Points that aren’t just shoving politics underneath an already existing bit of dialogue so it sounds Culturally Relevant, okay? So yeah. Gut & Idyll has a Point.

What is that point? Well (and I’m so tempted to say something like “buckle up chucklefucks” here because I just *know* this metatext is gonna end up being as long as some of my actual chapters lol [editing note: it IS]) Let’s Get Into That.

First off: Gut n Idyll is a crossover AU. this means we’re drawing meaning and relevance from the source materials themselves AND how those texts and themes interact with each other. However, even with me trying to shove this monster of an AU back in the box it came in, it has already spiralled into involving many tagged fandoms. So before we get into any themes at all…

WHAT ARE THE MAIN TEXTS / FANDOMS INTERACTING IN GUT N IDYLL AU?

There are… arguments to be made here, given what’s been published thus far. However, y’all can death-of-the-author me later, because as far as I’m concerned this is a 3-main-media-crossover AU.

Yes. Three. Which three? 

First off we have Hadestown. For those who don’t know it, it’s a broadway musical retelling the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice in a modern/post-apocalyptic-maybe/steampunk setting through New-Orleans Jazz. Notable components that stay the same between the original text/theatrical-production of Hadestown and the Gut n Idyll AU is the omniprescence and Meddling of the Fates as a character, and specifically the characterization of the Fates as the Wind.

Next off we have Content SMP. For those unfamiliar, it’s a minecraft survival roleplay server telling an original story of revenge and betrayals played out through the creation and use of mods [for those really lost who don’t know what mods are… the actors/players add stuff that you can’t normally do in the game through messing with the game’s code]. For the most part in this AU major events on the server are referred to as passing the same, with most of the divergences from the original thus far being the exact character motivations for these actions, given that the Wind is also Meddling with people’s actions. 

And finally we have Three Houses. For those who aren’t acquainted, this is an offbroadway musical about three people who broke up right before the 2020 pandemic and spent the subsequent lockdown alone with their thoughts, framed around the story of the three little pigs. Thus far in the publicly available works, there is little obvious connection between this bit of media and literally anything else, aside from the authors note in which I promise real hard it ties in you guys. (Looking ahead, if I can actually finish these unendingly long chapters, the point of connection is that the “Young Man” who becomes Hades in this AU is Beckett - one of the three protagonists of the show; and more connections that I’ll articulate later in a specifically marked “if you want spoilers for the backstory-fic because I’m taking ten zillion years to write it” section.)

{and yes. Somebody can argue that Dream SMP is also an “integral” part of this AU because I have Two Whole Published Fics in the series that deal with it. But counterpoint as hand-of-god author perspective, that narrative is a self-contained little arc that reinforces and deals with the overarching themes but doesn’t intrinsically add anything to the Point of the AU. Frankly, by the logic of that, somebody can equally argue that Ruhl’s Eurydice is an “integral” part of this AU because I’ve included three whole fics referencing it, and another unpublished one where it’s central. Which isn’t to say that Ruhl’s Eurydice isn’t important, or that I haven’t published fics in the AU relating to Dream SMP, just that they aren’t one of the Main Texts that Builds This AU.}

Okay so if those are the Main Texts, what exactly…. Hold on wrong font

OKAY SO IF THOSE ARE THE MAIN TEXTS WHAT ARE THE COMMON THEMES BETWEEN THEM?

On the surface there is very little connecting these stories. That is, in fact, why it took me writing so damn much of this AU before I figured out that there Were specific common themes I was drawing on from each of them. (remember when I thought this would be a maybe-eight-chapter-max AU? I do, and oh how I laugh at my foolish naivety.)

First off let's start with the commonalities between the musicals, because at least that sort-of makes sense.

Hadestown and Three Houses are both shows about perseverance; and they are both framed by repetition. 

Okay, sure, what do I mean by that. Well, Hadestown is the more obvious example so lets start there. The show quite literally repeats, almost ending exactly as it began. To quote the show- “it's a sad song, but we’re gonna sing it again.” Remove the bows song and there is nothing stopping the end of one night’s performance bleeding into the beginning of the next. Within the world of the text, this is a sequence of events that keeps going indefinitely, on and on for all eternity. Every night, the story plays out, Orpheus preservers and tries to reunite with Eurydice, Hades tries to reconnect with Persephone, and every night one of those pairs succeeds for a time. Repeating.

As for Three Houses, it’s not quite so literally spelled out, but it still isn’t particularly hard to find. Each character is introduced to the same space, they introduce their plight in a reprise (repeating with variation) song, all three address the same themes of love and fear and connection to their ancestors, and from a narrative structure point of view they all kinda follow the same character arc more or less? Like not exactly beat for beat but… It’s got a thing of repetition is what I’m saying. 

And as for perseverance? Just look at the last song of both of those musicals. Hadestown’s We Raise Our Cups and Three Houses’ Coda are both [for a given use of the word] ensemble songs expressing the sentiment of “even if things didn’t work out well in the past we’re still here and we can still hope for a better future.” Literally asking the audience to imagine these characters trying again, and maybe doing better this time around. 

Right so now we’ve done the obvious stuff can we talk about Neverend?

Content SMP is a partially improvised form of storytelling, an ensemble piece with a wide range of individual narrative and perspectives woven into it, and often with each of these individual narrative addressing different themes and topics - triumphs and failures of hubris alike. It is a bit harder to say what the Theme and Narrative Point is of a story that has ten plus distinct Themes and Narrative Points going on. 

And Yet. From the first day of the server, one of the ongoing conflicts on the Content SMP has dealt with the topics of the End, and who can access it. 

From the point of view of minecraft, yeah duh okay who cares. But think about that from a narrative standpoint for a second. A main conflict between various individual narratives has been Who Has The Power To End The Story. To the point that one of those characters makes something specifically so that the End will never be reached, so that the story and its conflicts will continue indefinitely, and it’s called the Never-End. 

It’s perseverance and repetition, all the way down. 

But of course, that’s not the only main theme in Content SMP. After all, there’s longstanding plot points and conflicts going on based upon what is owed to those with a family connection (see: Lux and Nox’s Everything), and the price one is willing to pay for safety and riches (see: Mouthpiece’s Everything). 

Hey you wanna know what other shows deal with those themes? How about Three Houses’ long and beautiful sections on how the choices of the protagonists’ grandparents affect them and their choices for better or worse. How about the way Hadestown’s addresses the descent of Eurydice, in which she has to grapple with having to give up her relationship with Orpheus in order to gain safety and riches in Hadestown. 

And actually, not as a theme but as a plot device, all three of these stories have an Outside Meddling Force driving the conflict - Mouthpiece for CSMP, The Fates for Hadestown, and the Wolf for Three Houses.

Alright. That’s enough ranting about the similar themes in these three bits of media. 

HOW DO THESE THEMES FIT IN WITH THE STORY OF THE AU?

We know the story repeats. That’s, like, the conceit of the AU - that the Wind is forcing people to play out the story of Hadestown/Orpheus+Eurydice even where it isn’t relevant and especially against those peoples’ will. (Also see: me trying to fit in every damn theatrical Eurydice that I can possibly think of into this AU, just because the whole point is that the story’s been repeating, and I get to flex my knowledge of this particular niche of info. I am So So Very Desperately trying to stick in a Jasper in Deadland reference, but can’t for the life of me manage it TT)

Perseverance is also pretty easy to see: this entire AU is about people slowly and occasionally futilely and yet still consistently fighting back against the Wind. And there are So Many Examples of people fighting against the Wind’s enforcement of roles in this AU; from Persephone taking in Folly as a mentee instead of Hades, to at least three Eurydices just fucking off into the ocean entirely and turning into fish to escape the Wind. Likewise, it’s pretty easy to see the Wind’s perseverance in this AU - it just doesn’t give up, even when its choices of “Orpheus”’s and “Eurydice”’s seems less than intuitive.

For the What We Owe Family point - the whole thing with Rat and Folly. They’re family, but what are they to each other? Twins? Co-admin? And is one of their existances more Real than the other, just by virtue of having been around longer? (and likewise in an upcoming chapter I’m doing the same damn thing with Lux and Nox, but I haven’t finished editing it yet so… just trust me, that’s the vibe.) Also, in the Voidburger arc, Fundy and Sally and the Big Fish That Is Ruhl Eurydice and what relationship the three of them owe each other, and how exactly they wish to connect or not.

I also literally just said it, but: Charter mod stuff, and Hades’s coins, both address the theme of the price of safety and riches. With both, one gains a priceless artifact that will keep them safe from bodily harm and in acquiring it loses something precious to them. And also, to a different extent: Talon’s end dust mod - there’s a cost to safety and it’s that to be safe from threats on one dimension you must be attacked by threats from another. I’m sure this particular theme pops up in more spots, and *will* pop up in more spots as the AU continues, but these are the two obvious ones. 

And of course, the one theme I didn’t mention above but totally should have: Power and Autonomy. Who has power, who has the power to tell another body where to go, who can deny that power and why might they and why might they not? Which is. I mean. It’s the whole goddamn thing? The Wind is giving orders and people are denying it, Rat establishing dominance as admin on the server vs The Mason denying that authority and changing netherite spawn rates, even in Three Houses there’s the underlying understanding that a Pandemic is happening and what rules should be obeyed because of that and how that affects the characters for better and worse… Like it’s not quite as blatant as the other themes but it’s definitely an underlying current thats running through everything. 

Right. Cool. So.

WHAT DOES THIS MEAN FOR THE POINT OF THE AU?

Not to tangent, but I’m gonna bring up a wholeass 'nother point here. It’s not a tangent, I swear, it’s just more info that is Relevant to what I’m getting at.

There are two ways I say this AU started. The first is the literal “I was bored and wanted to write a crossover of Orpheus and Eurydice from Hadestown go to the Neverend” because I had an hour and why the hell not, after all - to be cringe is to be free. That’s what literally started this AU. But that is not the “starting point” of this AU. The “starting point” as I articulate it, the thing that I dovetailed from cannon plots so hard that I felt it would reasonably create 

Let me ask you a rhetorical question, alright? What is the Point of Orpheus as a Protagonist in Hadestown?

Like, obviously he’s a protagonist because he has to go save his wife and bring the world back into tune and whatnot. But not from a smartass “oh the protagonist is the protagonist cuz he’s the main guy” point of view, from an in-universe narrative perspective. Why Orpheus? Well, I’m gonna say a thing regarding my interpretation of Hadestown that is gonna piss off a few character-enjoyers in the room: Orpheus is a shit protagonist. 

No, really. He spends the first act trying to write a song we don’t hear while his wife dies, and he spends the second act chasing after her. He should not be the protagonist of the show. I have, in fact, spent entire academic papers arguing that he isn’t the protagonist at all. 

But Jakxy, you cry, why the fuck are you writing an AU centering the story of Orpheus and Eurydice being retold with Them As Protagonists if you don’t think the Central Story Being Retold is actually about Orpheus??

Yeah, no, I didn’t say that. The story of Hadestown is definitely about Orpheus. But Orpheus is not the Protagonist of Hadestown. In universe, diegetically, from the perspective of The Gods Telling The Story They Are Telling in Hadestown, Orpheus is the protagonist because Orpheus is the only one who can deliver a message to Hades. Specifically: a warning. If you keep going down this path, Orpheus warns Hades, you will not be regarded kindly by your people and you will break the world as we know it. 

In Hadestown the musical, Orpheus is able to deliver this warning because he is The Bestest Boi at songwriting, because his mom is the Muse Of Songs. (I think. Don’t quote me on which muse Orpheus is supposed to be the kid of. That’s the Vibe and I’m sticking with it.)

In this AU, I’m the author and so if I think that’s kinda bullshit and also makes his character less interesting, I can just… change it. So in Gut n Idyll, Orpheus is able to deliver that warning because he is the son of the Muse of Warning, and he does it in song because that’s the best way the warning will be received. We’re aligning the narrative purpose of the character and the literal backstory baybeee!

Which, of course, changes the function of the story of Hadestown in this crossover, now doesn’t it. On the outside, Hadestown is a rescue mission. That doesn’t transmute with the change. But the reason it fails, and in turn the reason it repeats, that does.

Basically: my interpretation of Hadestown is that it is NOT a retelling about Orpheus’s personal hubris-y failing, not really anymore. It’s a story about forcing those in power to confront the way their actions have affected the world; and how ultimately even if those people in power might want to change things, they are in too deep in the power-structure they have built to actually realize the changes necessary.

And HERE is where I’m gonna go into spoiler-ish territory, not in that I’m actually spoiling specific plot stuff that’s gonna happen but the general character arcs. Anyone who doesn’t want spoilers… eh it’s already been few k worth of Thematic Discussion that you can chew on and yell at me about in the comments. Skip this last bit or forever hold your peace about me “spoiling” the ending of the AU.

Thus far there’s been a fair bit of the AU devoted to explicitly saying that the Wind has been replaying the story of Orpheus and Eurydice. And there’s been a fair bit of specifically “The Rat That Feeds the Rattlesnake” devoted to the fact that Folly is the latest Eurydice and Rat is Obviously Orpheus.

Except, y’know… if you look at the following plot points of Content SMP? That just… doesn’t really work if you’re building off those set cannon actions. I mean, sure, Rat is “defying the wind” and doing a wholeass other revenge plot before saving Folly, that is an AU I can write.

That is not the AU I’m writing. Because, if we’re just drawing parallels between characters in media? Rat is not the one who should be Orpheus. Like, so blatantly Not The Obvious Orpheus.

Because Fucking Blake Winsweep is Orpheus. 

No no I’m serious it lines up Entirely Too Well and I’m actually both kinda  mad about it and almost impressed. Here is a Dude(™) and he travels to a whole freaking other dimension owned by the god-king-owner of his known world, and he does this in order to confront this overpowered other player in order to remind him that his actions have consequences for the entire server not just himself, so if he could stop escalating the conflicts please and thanks. He is led there by an ally who has been taken in by this king-player, and who refuses to stay with him and see reason that the king-player’s actions are taking things too far. He exits hell alone. He exits hell alone, but the general populace agrees with him, and turns popular vote against the king-player. He wins the people over, but he still cannot stop the king-player from escalating conflicts and making the world he lives in harder to live in.

So yes. Orpheus SHOULD be Winsweep. And, by that same logic, Hades SHOULD be Rat. or, at the very least, Lux should definitely be Eurydice. After all, she even dies at the end!

But. well. first off I started this AU just a little after the Neverend video came out, and I wasn’t thinking that hard about what Rat’s role would be aside from “yeah he’s there probably lol.” and now I’m in too deep to change it, so. Sunk cost fallacy. It’s a feature not a bug now. What does it mean for the narrative if we’re putting some who should definitely-probably be Hades in the role of Orpheus, who is a Warning?

Firstly it changes the scale of the story. A crossover between Hadestown and Content SMP where Winsweep is Orpheus is self-contained. It exists only on that server. For Rat to be Orpheus there has to be a bigger big-bad than the power-mad admin of the server. Secondly, it changes Rat’s autonomy. (see, I told you this theme would come back!) Orpheus as a character and especially as a protagonist doesn’t actually have the power to save anyone. Likewise, if Rat is playing out the role of Orpheus, that strips him of the narrative ability to guarantee anyone’s safety or wellbeing: if he’s just a guy trying to get a loved one back then that means that there’s no way to know if he’ll succeed, if (in the words of Hadestown) the story will turn out this time. 

And finally? 

Let’s go back to that sum up of “the point of (my interpretation of) hadestown” I did like five seconds ago. Orpheus wants a better world. His function is to warn what happens if people don’t try to achieve that better world. And when, not if WHEN he fails? He doubles down and tries again, makes it harder to ignore, keeps repeating that message until one day, Some Day, he’ll finally drill it into these peoples’ thick skulls.

Which puts Rat’s escalations of conflicts into a bit of a different light, now doesn’t it? After all, I said he was not the Obvious Orpheus, I didn’t say his character arc didn’t work in that way at all. He doubles down. Tries again. More directly, and to-the-point. And maybe, eventually, hopefully before it’s too late, he makes those around him see the danger he sees.

Remember how I said this is a three way crossover? And remember how I said it has a Point?

All of my source-material-media for this crossover deal with repetition. Telling the story again, trying to derive catharsis and meaning from keeping a story going beyond its natural endpoint. And if Hadestown and Three Houses both laude this feature as something admirable, Content SMP holds a directly opposed stance, says things Must come to an end or they will spiral ever outward into calamity and escalation with no refuge in sight. And if Rat is acting as the bearer of a Warning to higher powers like the Fates that are pushing him around in this AU? That seems like a pretty dire and straightforward warning to articulate.

Which is fine and good but seems pretty anticlimactic for a Point-with-a-capital-p in a post that’s already however-the-fuck ridonkulously long. So let me put it this way:

Things that cannot adapt to the Way Things Are die. But if the Way Things Are cannot adapt, then it too will die. And if Death itself cannot adapt to accept the Way Things Are in its embrace? 

Eh. Then you find out exactly what kind of person has enough spite in them to destroy a metaphysical concept like Death.

(If you've read this long, you get a cookie and a hug, thanks for listening to me rant about my Blorbos)

[valeisaslut]

⭒࿐COLLIDE - c. two

credits for the fanart: nramvv - edited by me

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⚢ pairing: Rockstar!Ellie Williams x Popstar!Reader 𖥔 ݁ ˖

⭒ synopsis: One TMZ headline later, and the internet is in a full-blown meltdown. You should’ve known that sneaking out of Ellie Williams’ hotel at sunrise was a disaster waiting to happen. Now the whole world thinks you and Ellie are dating, and there’s only one way out—lean into the chaos. A fake relationship was never part of the plan, but if anyone can pull it of, it’s the two of you… right? 𖥔 ݁ ˖

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⭒ content: unserious and chaotic as HELL lmao, fake dating, mostly dialogue, memes and brainrot stuff, LOTS of cursing, pet names, fluff if you squint, use of y/n, modern au, smoking weed, mention of cigarettes, alcohol and drugs, afab!reader, multiple part series, likes and reblogs are deeply appreciated 𖥔 ݁ ˖

TMZ EXCLUSIVE: Y/N’s MYSTERIOUS WALK OF SHAME… STRAIGHT OUT OF ELLIE WILLIAMS’ HOTEL? 👀🔥

Los Angeles, CA – Buckle up, internet, because today’s tea is so hot it might spontaneously combust. Early this morning, global pop sensation y/n was spotted making a very interesting exit from The Four Seasons—an exit that screamed, “I made some choices, and I’ll be dealing with the consequences (happily) later.”

Let’s paint the picture: baggy jeans (very much not hers), an oversized tee (suspiciously familiar), last-night heels, and, most importantly, the kind of walk that suggests she just lived through an... experience.🔥

VIDEO ATTACHED: y/n stepping out of The Four Seasons with the posture of someone who just discovered new life-altering truths about herself.

And now, the cherry on top? The hotel in question just happens to be the same one where rock’s reigning heartbreaker and The Fireflies' frontwoman, Ellie Williams, has been staying during the band's sold-out tour.

Yeah. Let THAT sink in.

THE NIGHT BEFORE: PURE CHAOS

Last night, the musicians were first spotted together at a private club in West Hollywood, and the energy? Dangerous. We’re talking intense eye contact, whispered words, and a proximity that had no business being that close. 👀

Sources inside the club (who, let’s be real, were probably staring way too hard) claim the two were “all over each other the entire night.” And then, like clockwork—both gone. Together.😏

PICTURE ATTACHED: y/n and Ellie at the bar, drinks in hand, leaning in so close they might as well be sharing oxygen.

Fast-forward a few hours, and one of them is leaving a luxury hotel in borrowed clothes, while the other is nowhere to be seen. Hm...

THE INTERNET: INSTANTLY UNHINGED

It’s not every day that the two of the most famous artists on the planet accidentally break the internet with a single walk of shame. It took exactly 0.2 seconds for Twitter—sorry, X—to collectively lose its mind. #YNxEllie shot to the top of the trending list faster than lighting, and the reactions? Pure, unfiltered, internet gold.

Some fans are calling it the rock-pop crossover event of the decade. Others are in full denial, muttering “it’s just a one-time thing” like a prayer (lol, sure). And then there’s the fanfic writers, who are already on their second chapter about this very moment.

Meanwhile, our two leads? Radio. Silence.

No wry Instagram stories. No cryptic tweets. No emergency PR statements. Just Ellie, cool as ever, casually liking a meme about getting your clothes stolen from “the girl you spent all night ruining.” 😭🙃

SO, WHAT HAPPENS NOW?

We wait. Impatiently.

Is this just an iconic but questionable decision? Will y/n post a cryptic thirst trap in retaliation? Will Ellie respond with an even more cryptic Instagram story? Or are we witnessing the birth of music’s next power couple?

One thing’s for sure—this is a story we’ll be watching very closely.

Stay tuned. 😏🔥

What do YOU think? Drop your theories in the comments below! ⬇️🔥

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@: this isn’t just a hookup. this is the lesbians Super Bowl. 

@: tears in my eyes. full body worship. standing ovulation. whatever it’s called.

@: “mysterious walk of shame” NAH SHE CLOCKED IN, DID OVERTIME, AND LEFT WITH A RAISE 💀

@: not her texting the driver like “can’t feel my legs send help” 😭 icon.

@: someone check on the poor girl ellie this wasn’t a leave her paralyzed challenge

@: THE SECOND PIC. YALL. THEY LOOK SO GODDAMN FINE I’M CHEWING DRYWALL AND DRINKING THE DUST 😩

@: i need them to either hard launch or drop a sex tape at this point because my soul is restless

@: this is the most lesbian thing I’ve ever seen and I was THERE for korrasami and caitvi.

@: i just KNOW Ellie’s strap game goes absolutely feral and that walk was all the proof I needed #cravethat #scientificallyproven

@: pop mother got her back blown OUT

@: #elliehititrawandnowshestrending

@: they are either deeply in love or just HORRENDOUS at sneaky links. either way, I win.

@: tmz trynna act like we don’t instantly recognize Ellie’s entire wardrobe on her lmao

@: she defo picked those on purpose and you can't convince me otherwiseeee

@: the way we all clocked those clothes immediately like homegirl has worn that same fit 67 times this year and counting

@: Ellie dresses like a divorced dad at Home Depot but somehow y/n wearing her clothes is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen

@: one-night thing my ass. drop the collab album. drop the wedding invites. drop the baby name.

@: I have no idea what's going on but I support them!

The studio is cold. Too cold.

You lean against the massive soundboard, eyes heavy with exhaustion as the producer fine-tunes the levels on your latest track. The bass hums through the speakers, deep and rhythmic.

You got home, showered, and walked into the studio like nothing happened. Like you weren’t still replaying everything in your head—the heat of her hands, the weight of her body, the way she— Nope. Not going there.

The only thing keeping you upright is sheer force of will and the coffee clutched in your hands, now lukewarm but still packing enough caffeine to keep your legs from betraying you in front of the expensive equipment.

But something feels off.

Nobody is looking at you.

Nobody is saying anything.

The thing is, your team is never quiet. They talk about everything—schedules, brand deals, what the fuck you’re eating for lunch—but today? Nothing. Just silence.

Not a single offhand comment. No teasing about the all-nighter you clearly pulled. Not even a glance in your direction.

Your producer is laser-focused on the track, nodding along like it holds the meaning of life. Your sound editor keeps his eyes glued to the screen, like looking anywhere else might kill him. And your assistant—sweet, terrible liar that she is—won’t stop sneaking glances at her phone, then at you, then at her phone again, like she’s watching a train wreck in real time and trying to figure out when to break the news that you’re the train.

Slowly, you set your coffee down, reach for your own phone, and unlock it, already feeling the creeping dread claw up your spine.

The second your screen lights up, it’s over. Notifications flood in. X. Instagram. Texts. Group chats blowing up like a damn stock market crash. Millions of mentions. Your name trending in bold, blaring letters.

And then you see it.

TMZ EXCLUSIVE: Y/N'S MYSTERIOUS WALK OF SHAME… STRAIGHT OUT OF ELLIE WILLIAMS’ HOTEL? 👀🔥

You suck in a breath—a sharp, audible gasp that cuts through the eerie silence.

Your assistant makes a tiny, distressed sound. Your producer visibly flinches, finally daring to glance at you. Your sound editor—wise, blessedly silent—just pauses the track.

Your fingers move faster than your brain, scrolling in blind panic. Pictures. Too many fucking pictures.

The first one is a grainy, low-lit shot of you and Ellie at the bar—bodies too close, drinks in hand, faces inches apart. The kind of tension that crackles even through a shitty phone camera. The next? A ruthless side-by-side comparison of Ellie’s Instagram post from last week. Same shirt. Same jeans. The exact ones you walked out wearing.

And then—because the universe is a cruel, twisted place—the final nail in the coffin.

A video.

Of you.

Sneaking out of her hotel.

You hit play, and instantly regret every life choice that led you there. Because why the fuck were you walking like that?!

Not just suspicious. Not just guilty. But the kind of unsteady, post-life-changing-experience walk that has the entire internet foaming at the mouth, legs barely cooperating like you just left the scene of a particularly intense crime.

Your soul exits your body, ascends to the ceiling, and refuses to come back down.

Your phone starts ringing. And you already know who it is. For a brief, fleeting moment, you consider launching the damn thing across the room.

Because of course it’s Rachel.

Your manager and professional-life mastermind. The woman who negotiates your million-dollar deals before breakfast. And, apparently, the bane of your existence right now.

You push through the studio doors without explaining a damn thing, the cool air outside hitting your face like a slap. Your head is pounding, fingers digging into your temples like you can physically massage the embarrassment out of your skull.

Your phone still vibrates in your hand. You don’t even have time to brace yourself before answering. The second you do, her voice explodes through the speaker.

“OH. MY. GOD.”

You flinch, yanking the phone away from your ear like it might physically protect you. It doesn’t. She’s still yelling, still fully spiraling, and honestly? She has every right to. Because you’re trending. Hard.

And not for your music.

“Before you say anything—”

“ARE YOU SEEING THIS? My phone has been BLOWING UP since 6 AM. Do you understand what you’ve done?!”

You sigh, shifting uncomfortably. Here we fucking go.

“Rachel, I’m so fucking sorry, I never meant for that to happen I didn’t know there were paparazzi outside the hotel! I—”

“THIS IS PERFECT.”

“—know I fucked up”

You pause mid-spiral. Blink. “...Wait, what?”

“You heard me! This is GOLD. This is EVERYTHING. Your fans are losing their minds, the internet is eating this up, and you know what that means?”

“…That I need to delete my existence?”

“That this is going to take both of your careers to the next level.”

Your head is spinning. “Whoa—slow down. The fuck you mean?”

Rachel lets out an exaggerated sigh, like she’s explaining shapes to a toddler. “You need to be interesting. She needs damage control. You both need the press for the upcoming albums. This relationship is everything you need.”

“Relationship?” You nearly choke. “Rachel, we just hooked up. It was a one-time thing, nothing else.”

“Oh... just a one-time thing?”

“Yes!”

“Okay.”

She says it so casually you instantly know she’s about to ruin your life.

“Then fake it.”

“WHAT?”

Your soul leaves your body. Again.

“A fake relationship!” She repeats, like it’s the most normal suggestion in the world.

“Oh my god. No. NO. That’s—that’s fucking stupid!"

“Oh, come on, girl.” Rachel groans. “You would be shocked to know how many celebrity couples are fake. Like, 90% of them, and people still eat that shit up like it’s their job. It’s the most effective PR stunt in the history of PR stunts.”

“I don't care! Even if it’s fake, I don’t wanna be in a relationship with her!”

Rachel, clearly unimpressed “Be so fucking for real right now.”

“Listen” she continues, slipping into full Hollywood mastermind mode. “It’s the perfect rockstar-popstar trope that people are gonna LOVE. Some staged dates, some Instagram stories, show up to a few award shows together, write some songs about her for the album—blah, blah, blah. Then, when you both get what you want, you drop a statement about breaking up on good terms because of ‘busy schedules’ or ‘long distance’ or whatever. Boom. Done. Headlines. History.”

You exhale sharply, dragging a hand down your face, but you can already feel her words getting to you.

“Okay…that does sound kinda iconic...”

You hear her scream.

“BUT” You snap. “I seriously doubt she’s gonna be on board.”

“She has to be. That girl needs to clean up her image immediately. If she wants to keep her career afloat, she needs to say yes." Rachel doesn’t miss a beat. "Honestly, it even benefits her more than it benefits you.”

You press the phone tighter against your ear, your free hand rubbing over your face over and over again as if that’ll somehow erase this chaos unfolding in real-time.

But honestly?

What could go wrong?

So you exhale sharply again.

“Fine, fine. We’ll… debate it.”

“PERFECT! Tell me how it goes!”

There’s a short pause, just long enough for you to think—maybe—this conversation is about to take a serious turn.

And then—

“…So, how was she in bed?”

You nearly drop your phone. “RACHEL.”

“What?! It’s a valid question! I mean, I saw the walk.” A beat. Then, way too smugly “People are even making edits of your limp.”

Okay.

This is officially the worst day of your life.

“We are NOT doing this.”

“Oh, we are ABSOLUTELY doing this.”

You groan, squeezing your eyes shut. There's no escaping this.

“Was it life-changing or life-threatening? Did she break your back or fix your scoliosis?” 

You stare up at the sky, silently begging for divine intervention. None comes. So, with the weight of someone who has lost everything, you exhale.

“…she made me see fucking Jesus.”

Silence. A beat.

Rachel screams so loud you nearly throw your phone at the window.

“I FUCKING KNEW IT.”

“HANGING UP NOW.”

“NO WAIT!—DID SHE—”

“BYE.”

You slam the End Call button so fast it’s a miracle your screen doesn’t crack.

Blissful, beautiful silence.

For exactly three seconds.

Buzz.

Rachel: COME BACK WE ARE NOT DONE.

Buzz.

Rachel: do I schedule a chiropractor or a priest? 😭

You turn your phone off. Permanently.

It was late, the kind of night where the city hummed low in the background, neon signs bleeding color into the streets.

And Ellie Williams was trying to have a normal band practice.

Trying.

But it was pretty fucking hard when Jesse and Dina were staring at her like she’d just announced she was quitting music to become a full-time televangelist.

She adjusted the strap of her guitar, already irritated. “Can you guys, I don’t know, say something instead of fucking looking at me like that?”

“Oh, we’re just waiting...” Jesse said as he leaned against the drum set, taking a slow drag of his cigarette and grinning like the absolute menace he was.

Dina, perched on an amp, smirked. “Yeah. Just giving you a chance to come clean before we bring out the receipts.”

Ellie scoffed, trying to play it cool. “What receipts?”

Dina wiggled her phone in the air, smirk widening. “Seems like you’ve been very busy, rockstar.”

She barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes. “The fuck are you both talking about!?”

Jesse and Dina exchanged the look. The kind that made Ellie’s patience thin by the second.

Jesse sighed dramatically, putting out his cigarette on the plato like he was about to drop the biggest bombshell of the century. “Alright, since you’re playing dumb—”

He pulled out his phone with the enthusiasm of a man whose sole purpose in life was witnessing Ellie’s downfall. 

“Lemme just read the best part real quick—” And clearing his throat like he was about to give a Shakespearean performance:

“‘Global superstar y/n was spotted leaving Ellie Williams’s hotel early this morning after a rumored all-night rendezvous. Fans immediately noticed the pop star's unusually relaxed wardrobe choice—’”

Dina whistled. “‘—baggy jeans and an oversized tee, both belonging to a certain someone who was seen wearing them just last week—’”

Jesse shook his head, flipping his phone around. “Nah, this is crazy. This is some Oscar-worthy shit.”

Ellie groaned the second she saw the TMZ photo—you stepping out of the hotel in her clothes. And then there was her, leaving an hour later, hoodie up like it could shield her from literally everyone, rubbing the back of her neck like some dumbass who just realized they fucked up in a romcom.

She looked guilty as hell.

He zoomed in on her face, laughing. “Yo, you look like you just realized you caught feelings.”

Dina snorted, scrolling through her phone. “Oh, they are EATING this shit up. Listen to this” —dramatic inhale— “‘They are either deeply in love or just horrendous at sneaky links. Either way, I win.’”

Jesse howled. “‘Someone check on the poor girl—Ellie, this wasn’t a ‘leave her paralyzed’ challenge.’”

Ellie groaned. “You guys—”

“OH MY GOD.” Dina gasped. “SOMEONE JUST MADE A SIDE-BY-SIDE.”

Jesse leaned in. “Caption?”

“‘WHAT IN THE SCISSOR OLYMPICS. GOLD MEDAL PERFORMANCE.”

He collapsed against the drum set, howling even harder. “Nah, this is crazy. You really let her walk outta there like that?! You KNEW what you did. You knew EXACTLY what you were doing.”

Ellie covered her face with her hands. “I hate it here.”

Jesse was thriving, nearly bouncing on his feet like a kid on Christmas morning. “Dude. You bagged y/n. Like, THE Y/N. Pop princess herself. That fine-ass woman writes songs so good they make people crash their cars.”

Dina nodded solemnly. “I crashed twice to ‘Stay.’”

Ellie shot her a look. “First of all, you shouldn’t have a license.” Then at Jesse “Second, can you fucking NOT? We just hooked up. That’s it.”

He just snorted. “Yeah? Tell that to the 40 million people who liked the tweets about it.”

Ellie groaned so loud it could’ve been mistaken for a death rattle. “This is so fucking bad.”

Jesse ignored her, grinning like an absolute menace. “Like, do you even understand the cultural impact of what you’ve done? This is like—” He gestured wildly. “—punk rock meets Billboard Hot 100 hookup of the century!”

Dina smirked. “And judging by the way she was walking? You bodied that shit.”

Ellie scowled. “She was wearing heels all night!”

Dina arched a brow. “So were you gonna say that, or are you just making that up now?”

Ellie opened her mouth. Closed it. Dragged a hand down her face.

Jesse cackled. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.”

She was this close to walking out.

Then, like a gift from hell, her phone started buzzing.

Your name flashed across the screen. Gasps.

Ellie panicked, immediately shoving it in her pocket.

Dina’s jaw dropped. “Did you just—DECLINE Y/N?! Are you fucking STUPID?!”

Jesse shook his head, dead serious. “No, no. Let her cook. Maybe she’s playing hard to get.”

Ellie groaned, yanking her jacket off the chair and making her way to the door. “Practice over. I hope both of you trip over a flight of stairs and eat shit all the way down.”

“Aw, so sweet of you!” Dina beamed. “We’re gonna start picking baby names as soon as you leave.”

Ellie didn’t even look back—just flipped them off on her way out like a parting gift.

The door slammed shut loudly.

A beat of silence.

Then, muffled through the wall—

“AND JESSE STOP SAYING LET HER COOK THE MEME DIED MONTHS AGO.”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP NO IT DIDN’T!”

Ellie had barely stepped out of the studio, muttering “Fucking kill me” before calling you back. As soon as you answered, she was quick to be the first one to talk.

“Before you say anything—this is not my fault.”

Your voice came through immediately. 

“Ellie.”

Tone flat. Dead serious.

She hesitated. “…Yeah?”

“I’m pregnant.”

Ellie stopped dead in her tracks. Like, full-body malfunction.

Her entire fucking life flashed before her eyes. Marriage. A house. A tiny baby wrapped in a flannel onesie. Joel crying at the babyshower. Dina and Jesse as the weirdly invested godparents.

Silence.

Then—

“Oh, fuck off!”

You howled with laughter. “Not even a little panic? All I got was a one-second existential crisis?”

“Dude. Biology exists.”

Though, if she was being honest, you had her for a solid half-second. She could already hear Joel clearing his throat, preparing for his father-of-the-bride speech, could already see Jesse and Dina clicking through a PowerPoint titled "Ellie Williams: Accidentally Domesticated—A case study."

You scoffed “See, this is why you’re no fun.”

“This is why you're deranged.”

“You love it.”

“No. You need therapy.”

“I have therapy. On Thursdays. Shoutout to Linda.”

Ellie pinched the bridge of her nose. “Did you actually need something, or was this just a drive-by psychological attack?”

“Oh, you know. Just the minor issue that the entire fucking internet thinks we’re dating?”

Ellie groaned, unlocking her car with a beep. “Technically, we could just ignore it—”

“Ellie.”

“…Yeah, yeah. What’s the damage?”

“Well” you started, voice syrupy sweet, “Not only do I look like I did the world’s sluttiest walk of shame, but people also figured out those were your clothes. And, fun fact! They say you dress like a divorced dad from Home Depot.”

“Yeah, I saw.”

“No, I don’t think you understand the severity of it.” Your voice got increasingly dramatic. “People have shipping spreadsheets. They have theories. Someone made a Google doc analyzing our astrology compatibility. Ellie, we are trending #1 WORLDWIDE.”

Ellie ran a hand down her face. “This is so fucking stupid.”

“Someone said—direct quote— that this is ‘the lesbian's Super Bowl.' ”

She paused. “That one might be true tho.”

“Oh, cut the bullshit.”

Ellie grinned, leaning back. “Alright, so what’s the move? Damage control?”

A pause. 

“Well…” you said, voice a little too careful, “my manager thinks we should… lean into it.”

Ellie’s eyes narrowed. “What does that mean?”

Another pause.

Then, your voice, even softer now. “Can we… talk in person?”

Ellie immediately clocked the hesitation. “Why do I feel like I’m 'bout to get scammed?”

“You’re not! I just… I’d rather explain in person.”

She exhaled, running a hand through her hair. “…Fine. Where?”

“My place.”

Ellie frowned. “Why yours?”

“Because there’s paparazzi crammed outside the Four Seasons, dumbass.”

…Fair.

She exhaled. “…Yeah. Alright.”

“Cool. I’ll send you the address.”

A beat. Then—

“…Wait” Ellie muttered. “How the fuck did you get my number?”

Silence.

“…Contacts.”

Ellie’s brows furrowed. “What does that mean? Who—”

“Doesn’t matter.” you cut in, then cleared your throat. “Anyway. Can you, uh… give me my dress back? It was custom.”

“Yeah, about that…”

“…Ellie.”

“It might still be on the floor.”

A sharp inhale. “You little shit.”

Ellie smirked as she pulled out of the parking lot.

“On my way, pop star.”

Ellie had barely knocked twice before the door swung open.

And there you were.

Standing in the dim light of your penthouse, arms crossed, drowning in an oversized hoodie and sweatpants. Your hair was slightly messy, like you’d been curled up somewhere before she got here, and your skin glowed just right under the soft, golden hue of your apartment lights.

“Hey”

“Hey”

She exhaled, stepping inside as you shut the door behind her. She barely had time to take in the space before she realized—this was money.

The penthouse stretched wide, the kind of design meant to make people feel small. Floor-to-ceiling windows showcased the city skyline, headlights cutting through the night far below. The furniture was sleek, modern—gray couches, glass tables, designer pieces that looked both expensive and comfortable. A grand piano sat near the window, it's lid closed and a guitar leaning against it, used enough to make Ellie smirk.

But it was the small things that caught her eye. A candle burning low on the counter. A glass of wine next to a notebook cracked open on the coffee table, filled with lyrics. Scribbled, messy. Some lines scratched out, others rewritten in the margins.

“Jesus” she muttered, shoving her hands into her pockets. “Could’ve warned me I was walking into a fucking palace.”

“Says the millionaire.”

Her eyes flicked to you—leaning against the counter, arms crossed, mouth twitching like you were amused by her reaction.

She huffed.

“So.”

“So.”

The silence stretched, just a little too thick. A weight neither of you wanted to touch.

Then, finally, you exhaled.

“My manager thinks we should fake date.”

Ellie snorted “Yeah, no shit.”

“She says it’ll be good for both of us.”

She hummed, sauntering over to the couch before sinking into it like she owned the place. Her legs spread wide, hands rubbing over her jeans, shoulders sinking into the cushions. She looked up at you, unreadable.

“And? You wanna do it?”

You hesitated. “I don’t know.”  Your fingers tapped against the counter, your teeth dragged over your bottom lip. You looked… conflicted. “It’s just—ugh. The thought of staging something like this is so gross.”

You exhaled, tilting your head back. “Pretending to be into you in public? It just feels—”

A beat.

Ellie raised an eyebrow.

You hesitated.

And there it was. The shift.

“Pretending?” she repeated slowly.

You scowled. “You know what I mean.”

Ellie tilted her head, gaze flicking downward—brief, barely there—before dragging right back up like she knew exactly what she was doing. 

“Do I?”

Your skin flushed, irritation prickling down your spine. She was too comfortable—slouched on your couch like it was hers, fingers drumming against her knee, wearing that look. That lazy, lopsided smirk that made your stomach clench and your heart do backflips.

You muttered. "Cut the bullshit."

Ellie watched you, green eyes sharp, the corner of her mouth curling like she already knew what you were thinking—like she could see straight through you. And maybe she could.

That was the problem.

Because this wasn’t just some business deal, some harmless PR stunt. 

This was Ellie fucking Williams. 

A menace. A woman who flirted like it was her second nature. Who carried herself with the kind of reckless confidence that made people love her and hate her in the same breath. She was sharp, fast-mouthed, and annoyingly charming when she wanted to be. She kissed like she had something to prove and fucked like she knew she was amazing at it. 

She was the kind that didn’t just leave bruises—that left marks.

And now, you are supposed to pretend to be hers. In public. In pictures. In interviews. She’d make it look effortless, like every lingering touch and stolen glance meant everything.

Meanwhile, you’d have to grit your teeth and pretend she wasn’t already under your skin—pretend you don’t know exactly how this will end.

Ellie’s voice pulled you back.

“We can set rules.”

You blinked, exhaling sharply. “Rules?”

She nodded, resting her elbows on her knees. “Yeah. Lines we don’t cross. Shit we don’t do. Make it easier.”

You considered that. It did make sense. Setting boundaries meant this wouldn’t spiral into a complete disaster—just a controlled one.

“…Fine.”

Ellie grinned, tilting her head. “Great. Rule number one—no catching feelings.”

You scoffed, pushing off the counter and taking a sip of your wine. “Oh, trust me, Williams, that was never a problem.”

What a goddamn lie.

Ellie chuckled, dragging a hand over her jaw before settling back into the couch. She watched you a second too long, eyes flicking over you like she was deciding whether to call you on your bullshit. That fucking grin still lingered—lazy, amused. 

She was enjoying this.

You exhaled slowly, setting your wine glass down with a quiet clink. “I got my own rules.”

“Let’s hear ‘em.”

You leveled her with a look. “No strings attached.”

Ellie blinked, then snorted. “Starting off strong.”

“I’m serious,” you said, arms crossing. “No getting weird about anything. We do what we have to do in public, but behind closed doors, it’s our business. No jealousy, no possessiveness.”

Ellie tilted her head, her smirk growing. “So basically, we can do whatever we want?”

You hesitated.

A fraction of a second too long.

Then nodded. “Yeah.”

There was a shift in the air. Subtle, almost imperceptible, but there. Ellie’s eyes dragged over you—slow, measured, her expression unreadable.

“…Can we still fuck, though?”

Your face didn’t waver, but your stomach clenched, a tiny, unwelcome knot forming deep in your gut.

“Yeah. But it doesn’t mean anything.”

The words landed firm, like a line drawn in the sand, but even as you said them, they felt a little off. Like something rehearsed, something you were trying a little too hard to believe.

Ellie let out a low chuckle, shaking her head. “Jesus, babe. You’re ruthless.”

“You got a problem with that?”

“Not even a little.” She stretched out, arms draping over the back of the couch, looking maddeningly at ease. “Just didn’t expect you to be the one setting that rule.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t argue, because deep down, you weren’t sure what would piss you off more—her calling you out on your bullshit, or the fact that she might actually be right.

Ellie hummed. “Fine. No strings attached. What else?”

You rubbed your temple, thinking. “Public stuff needs to be controlled. If we’re going to be seen together, it needs to be intentional.”

Ellie nodded. “So, no sneaky paparazzi pics of us at, like, McDonald’s?”

“Exactly.”

“There goes my dream of getting papped in the drive-thru with you.”

You ignored that. “Next—if one of us wants out, we end it. No bullshit.”

Ellie’s smirk softened slightly. “Fair enough.”

The mood had shifted—just a fraction. You weren’t sure if that was a good thing or a warning sign, but at least your shoulders didn’t feel as tight anymore.

You reached for your wine again. “We also need a reason.”

Ellie raised an eyebrow.

“For why we’re suddenly together,” you clarified.

She considered it for a moment, then shrugged. “Easy. We met through mutual friends, started talking, made it official recently.”

You nodded. “Good. Vague, but believable.”

Then Ellie grinned. “So when’s our anniversary?”

“I’m breaking up with you already.”

Ellie threw her head back, laughing. “Damn. Cold as hell.”

You just smirked, watching the wine swirl in your glass, but the humor faded when Ellie leaned forward slightly, her gaze a little sharper now.

“So, just to recap,” she said, voice steady. “No feelings. No jealousy. We can fuck, but it doesn't mean anything. And if one of us wants out, we’re out.”

“…Yeah.” You swallowed, the weight of it settling between you both. “...Are you actually okay with this?”

Ellie leaned back into the couch, dragging a hand over her jaw.

Was she?

She’d done PR stunts before—appearances, interviews, the occasional fake chemistry for cameras. But a fake relationship? That was a different level of commitment. A different level of risk.

At the same time… she wasn’t exactly in a position to say no. She needed something to get the media off her ass. Headlines about bar fights, reckless behavior, and being a bad influence were piling up like a rap sheet. A carefully controlled narrative—a shiny, clean distraction—might be the only thing that kept her from burning out entirely.

But then…

She looked at you.

Drop-dead gorgeous. Smart as hell. Sharp tongue. A little mean in a way that made people want to prove themselves.

And yeah, sure—this was fake. But Ellie wasn’t fucking stupid. Fake or not, this was the kind of shit that got under her skin, settled in deep and refused to leave.

She’d made plenty of bad decisions before, walked into things knowing exactly how they would end, knowing they’d chew her up and spit her out. That was the thing about trouble. It never felt like trouble in the moment. It started as a game, as a deal, as something simple—until one day, it wasn’t. Until it had its teeth in her, until she was in too deep to pretend she didn’t care.

And this?

This had all the makings of that kind of mistake.

But she still exhaled, still ran a hand through her hair, still met your eyes without hesitation.

“Yeah” She sighed “I’m in.”

“Alright,” you murmured, swirling the wine in your glass before taking a slow sip. Then, with a smirk just shy of reckless—

“This is officially the worst decision of our lives.”

Ellie leaned back like she had all the time in the world, legs spreading wider, her grin all sharp edges. “What you mean? This is already the most stable relationship I’ve ever had.”

You scoffed, reaching for your wine again. “That’s not exactly comforting.”

Ellie shrugged. “I don’t know what to tell you, babe. The bar is in hell.”

You closed your eyes for a second, exhaled, then took another long drink. “God help me.”

After a few minutes, Ellie reached into her jacket pocket, pulling out a pre-rolled blunt, twirling it lazily between her fingers. She glanced up at you, a grin tugging at the corner of her lips.

“You smoke?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Seriously?”

Ellie shrugged, biting the tip of the blunt. “What? It’s part of the rockstar lifestyle.”

You scoffed. “And I’m the popstar, so technically, I should be saying no.”

Ellie pulled out a lighter, flicking it open with a metallic click. “Live a little.”

You exhaled. “Fine. But if TMZ catches me high, I’m blaming you.”

Ellie grinned, bringing the lighter to the tip of the blunt, the paper curling as it burned. She took a slow, practiced drag, holding it deep in her lungs before exhaling smoothly, the smoke swirling toward the ceiling. Then she passed it to you.

You hesitated for a half-second before bringing it to your lips, inhaling. The burn was familiar, settling in your chest before you exhaled, watching the smoke dissipate into the dimly lit room.

Already, the tension from earlier—the ridiculous fake-dating rules, the push and pull of whatever this was—started to fade into something looser, easier.

Ellie watched you, her smirk deepening. “Damn. You’re not new to this.”

You took another hit before passing it back, lips quirking. “Told you. I just have a better PR team than you.”

Ellie chuckled, shaking her head as she took another drag.

Somehow, the conversation had spiraled.

You were both slumped against the couch, trading the last remnants of the blunt back and forth, locked in a heated debate over whether or not you’d survive a zombie apocalypse.

Ellie scoffed, waving a lazy hand. “C’mon, you wouldn’t last a week.”

“Excuse me?” You sat up, pointing at her. “I would absolutely outlive you.”

“You literally have, like, five personal assistants. You don’t even carry your own bags.”

“So? That doesn’t mean I can’t fight!”

Ellie raised an eyebrow, amused. “Alright. How would you kill a zombie?”

You blinked. “...Guns?”

Ellie groaned, shaking her head like you had just personally offended her. 

“What?!”

“You’d run out of ammo in, like, a week.”

You crossed your arms. “Okay, smartass. What’s your genius survival plan?”

“Baseball bat. Blunt force trauma. Reusable, no reload time.”

You wrinkled your nose. “That’s so gross.”

Ellie shrugged. “Yeah? So is dying.”

You huffed, sinking back into the couch. “I’m sure that if I were in a zombie apocalypse, I’d be the immune one.”

Ellie rolled her eyes, flicking the blunt towards the ashtray. “Oh, shut up. I'd be the immune one. And the main character.”

You huffed, dramatically flopping back against the couch, exhaling a long, exaggerated sigh. Ellie grinned, stretching her arms behind her head.

“All that contract negotiation made me hungry.”

You snorted, swirling the last sip of wine in your glass. “You literally agreed to everything in under five minutes.”

“Exactly,” Ellie sighed. “Exhausting.”

She pulled out her phone, scrolling. “What’s the most unserious meal we could possibly order right now?”

You barely had to think. “Taco Bell.”

Ellie’s face lit up. “God, I fucking love you.”

You shot her a dry look.

“Platonically. Obviously.”

You rolled your eyes, watching as she tapped aggressively on the app. “What do you want?”

“Crunchwrap Supreme, two Doritos Locos Tacos, and a Baja Blast.”

Ellie blinked. “You didn’t even hesitate.”

“I take my Taco Bell order very seriously.”

Ellie hummed approvingly. “Respect.” She added your order to the already absurd amount of food in her cart and checked out.

By the time the Taco Bell arrived, you were both fully slumped into the couch, heavy-limbed and loose from the high. Ellie tossed the bag onto the coffee table with zero grace, nearly knocking over your very expensive candle.

“Jesus, be careful” you muttered, steadying it.

Ellie unwrapped her burrito with a crinkle of foil, smirking. “What, scared I’ll ruin your rich-person aesthetic?”

You leaned back, exhaling. “Yeah, actually. I have a brand to uphold.”

Ellie huffed a quiet laugh, shaking her head as she took a bite. The two of you ate in a comfortable lull, the only sounds coming from the low hum of music playing from your speaker and the occasional rustle of food wrappers.

In that moment, you felt something you hadn’t felt with anyone in a long time��at ease. Because being with her was effortless.

No need to pose, fake a smile, or worry if your hair was in place. You could just exist. And there was something dangerously comfortable about that, something weirdly domestic. Like slipping into a rhythm you hadn’t even realized you’d been craving.

Ellie spoke suddenly, pulling you back, like the thought had just slipped out before she could decide if it was worth saying.

“So, why’d you start doing music?”

The question landed between you like a weight, unexpected and heavy.

You paused, mid-bite, blinking at her. She wasn’t even looking at you—just lazily pulling apart her quesadilla, like she hadn’t just cracked open something raw and unplanned.

You swallowed, shifting slightly. “I don’t know.”

A beat.

“It’s the only thing I was ever really good at.”

That got her attention. Her fingers stilled against the tortilla, her eyes flicking up—steady, unreadable.

With a quiet sigh, you set your food down. “I mean, growing up, I sucked at everything else. School, sports, whatever—I just never stuck with anything. But music?” You tilted your head, feeling the thought click into place. “That made sense. I liked how it made people feel. You write something, and suddenly, some stranger out there feels understood in a way they didn’t before. Like, for three minutes, they’re not alone.”

Ellie’s chewing slowed, her gaze lingering. “Yeah.” Her voice had dropped, more thoughtful. “That’s kinda the whole point, huh?”

You hummed, watching her. “…What about you?”

She hesitated, then leaned back into the couch, stretching like she was trying to shake something off. “Not that different, honestly.” One arm draped over the backrest, fingers tapping idly against the cushion. “Joel was always into music. Taught me how to play guitar when I was a kid, and it just kinda stuck ever since.”

Your head tilted slightly. “Joel Miller? That’s your dad, right?”

A nod. “Yeah. He’s—” She paused, choosing her words carefully. “—intense. But in a good way, mostly. He gives a shit. Probably more than I deserve.”

Your brows knitted together. “That’s a weird thing to say.”

Ellie let out a quiet chuckle, but it was dry, almost automatic. “Nah. Just being honest.”

Something about the way she said it made your chest feel tight.

You thought about pushing, about pressing your thumb against that tiny crack she’d let slip, but something told you she’d just deflect, maybe make some stupid joke to steer the conversation away.

So, instead, you sighed dramatically, letting the moment pass. “I think I’m too high for all this deep shit.”

Ellie huffed out a laugh. “Same.”

You grinned, swirling your drink. “Okay, new topic—what’s your favorite song?”

Ellie tilted her head, thinking. “Dunno. How’s that one song of yours go? That’s that me espresso?”

The room went still.

You blinked.

Once.

Twice.

A deep, soul-crushing betrayal settled in your chest, a wound so profound it might never heal. Your breath caught, fingers gripping your shirt like she had physically stabbed you.

Ellie, still chewing, barely spared you a glance. “What?”

Your hands trembled. “That’s Espresso.”

Your voice dropped an octave. Near-feral.

“BY. SABRINA. CARPENTER.”

Ellie paused mid-bite, brow furrowing. “Wait… that’s not your song?”

Your jaw dropped. “Are you out of your fucking mind?!”

Ellie shrugged, unbothered. “I mean, y’all sound kinda similar.”

You shot up so fast from the couch it screeched against the floor. “I HOPE YOUR AMP SHORT-CIRCUITS MID-SOLO.”

Ellie’s laughter rang through the room, loud and unbothered. “Jesus. Touch some grass.”

The first thing you noticed when you woke up was the weight of an arm draped over your waist.

The second was the godawful dryness in your mouth, the kind that only came from bad decisions the night before and even worse hydration choices.

Squinting against the morning light, you shifted slightly, trying to piece together where the hell you were. Your head ached, limbs heavy, the air still thick with the scent of weed.

And then, as you turned your head—

Ellie.

Dead asleep beside you.

Face buried in the couch, hair a disaster, breathing slow and steady. One arm thrown over your waist like it belonged there, her entire body half-pressed against yours, radiating warmth. Her tank top had ridden up slightly, exposing just enough of the tattoos trailing down her back to make your already-dysfunctional brain short-circuit.

It should be illegal to look that good while sleeping.

You swallowed hard, painfully aware of the way her fingers twitched slightly against your stomach. Desperate for a distraction, you forced your gaze to the rest of the room.

The coffee table was an absolute crime scene—wrappers, crumpled napkins, open sauce packets, empty Baja Blast cups, and one lonely, half-eaten quesadilla clinging to life.

You groaned softly, rubbing your face, before muscle memory had you reaching for your phone.

And that’s when the real nightmare started.

Rachel (25 Missed Calls, 17 Texts).

Your stomach immediately twisted into knots.

Dreading whatever mess you’d apparently caused, you clicked the messages.

Rachel: WAKE UP Rachel: WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP Rachel: CHECK TWITTER RIGHT NOW.

A cold dread crawled up your spine.

With the kind of slow, creeping horror usually reserved for slasher films, you opened Twitter.

And there it was.

Trending.

#y/nandEllie

#HARDLAUNCHOFTHECENTURY

Your entire body locked up.

“What the fuck?” you croaked, voice barely functioning.

Next to you, Ellie shifted, groaning as her arm tightened around your waist, pulling you in just a fraction before she mumbled into the cushion, voice thick with sleep, “Why’re you talking?”

You didn’t even process the fact that she was literally holding you because you were too busy trying not to pass out.

Instagram. You need to check instagram.

And then you saw it.

Your most recent story.

A photo of Ellie.

Sitting on the couch, head tilted down, scrolling on her phone. Messy hair, tattoos on full display, one leg tucked up like she owned the place. In front of her? The entire ungodly Taco Bell order. Wrappers, bags, napkins—absolute devastation.

And the caption, in bold, unhinged letters:

she eats like a mf frat boy but somehow still looks hot. life is unfair.

One hundred million people have already seen it.

“FUCK!”

Ellie shifted again, her fingers skimming your stomach as she let out a sleepy groan. “Dude” she mumbled. “What now?”

You turned to her, shoving the phone directly in her face, voice pure horror.

“You let me post this?!”

She blinked at the screen. Then blinked again. And then, as if the universe hadn’t already humiliated you enough, she started grinning.

It was slow at first, creeping across her face, her shoulders starting to shake—before she full-on lost it. Ellie fucking cackled. Like, sleep-rough, chest-shaking, burying-her-face-in-the-couch dying.

You smacked her arm. “THIS IS FUCKING SERIOUS!”

She barely lifted her head, still grinning like an absolute menace.

“We smoked another blunt, got drunk, and thought it would be funny.” She stretched lazily and patted your thigh, voice rough with amusement. “So, I guess we’re official now.”

You smacked her again.

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࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ I HAD SO MUCH FUN W THIS ONE LMAOOO. I went so full out with brainrot memes i realized how much i need to touch some grass. I did like 30 proofreads, but there might still be a few grammar mistakes here and there—sorry in advance, english isn't my first language and I will be happy to receive constructive criticism!.

Please leave a comment if you’re interested in being on the permanent taglist for this series!

see ya'll soon, stay tuned ;)

[punkeropercyjackson]

Rachel Elizabeth Dare had a Deviantart account🤷🏽‍♀️Her username was Rojamoca and she drew mainly crossovers but her fics were all just unhinged crack and she had front seat to the creation of Scene and learned how to do stamps and her content was so popular she got her own Creepypasta when she left it because she forgot the password.When she was 20 she remembered it again as the memory was unlocked thanks to quest-y magic and the Rojamoca community never emotionally recovered

[fiendishfinesse]

ℌ𝔢𝔩𝔩, 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩, 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔥𝔞𝔰 𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔩𝔞𝔴𝔰

❝ In my world, in my HOUSE, there is order, and there is decorum. ❞

⚠️ Trigger Warning: This blog is R-rated. I write mature and dark themes from time to time. I do my best to tag potential triggers and upsetting content, but I’m only human, something might slip through. If you’re sensitive to some DDDNE topics, please proceed with care. Mature content is tagged as #tw:nsft — [ infernal indulgences ], if you wish to blacklist it.

I. OC-Friendly & Duplicate-Friendly

I’m very OC-friendly (I love it!). That said, I’m not comfortable with self-inserts or projection characters. If you're playing an OC, I’ll take time to review your bio and find common plot hooks. That might make my replies slower, but it’s so our characters can have a more meaningful interaction. I'm also duplicate/twin friendly. Bring on the devils.

II. Interactions

I don’t mind personal or non-RP blogs (I adore y'all), as long as they don’t interact with RP threads. Liking the post is totally fine. Just don’t reblog my RP threads with others. My headcanons and OOC posts are free to reblog and comment on.

III. Mature Themes

Smutty interactions only happen with mutual interest between muses and if the mun is on board too. No worries, even if Raphael flirts, feel free to shut him down or slap him. I won’t take it personally. In fact, I won’t take anything you do or say to him personally. Go wild, lol. He’s a villain, and I’m fully aware he’s a dick (and being a dick comes with consequences)

IV. Character Portrayal

I stick close to canon but expand where needed. Some liberties may appear to smooth out RP flow or enhance character dynamics. You’ll catch bits of my personal interpretation, especially in headcanons. Raphael is a character we know little about, so I take creative liberties to fill in the blanks where canon is vague or silent.

V. RP Settings

I primarily roleplay in Baldur’s Gate 3 and Dungeons & Dragons settings. My Raphael has verses and AUs. Canon divergences and alternate universes are welcome. I only do crossovers sometimes. If I don’t know your fandom at all, I probably won’t do it. I would rather prefer to at least know a bit about your universe.

VI. Responses & Writing Style

I write in third person, usually 1 to 5 paragraphs, but I can adjust. No pressure to match pace or length. Asks and memes are always open. Feel free to turn them into threads or not if you’d like. I don’t care how you format. Be happy. I write RPs both on the Tumblr and on Discord (ask for my username there!)

VII. Shipping & Smut

I love shipping and smut, don’t get me wrong, but that’s not all this blog is about. I’m open to a variety of dynamics and connections. Platonic. Romantic. Sexual. Chaotic. Let’s discuss and see what works.

VIII. Priorities

I’m here for fun plots and good stories. Some days I’ll gravitate toward short threads or low-effort replies. Other days, I’m in deep and want to explore specific themes. It’s nothing personal . I don’t reply in order. I go where the inspiration hits.

IX. Experience

I’ve been roleplaying and playing RPGs for years on my native language and platforms, but on Tumblr and in English is a first for me! It’s been a blast so far :)

X. No Pressure

No pressure to reply quickly. No pressure to match my length. Prioritize your mental health and what makes writing fun for you. Let me know what you need and what works best for you. I’ll always respect your preferences, boundaries, and limits around certain topics. > Communication is key. <

Meet the mortal behind the devil:

Hi. I’m Lyco, a 28yo Brazilian scribbling devils for fun. Always up for chats, memes, lore dumps, cursed ships, and unhinged questions. Tag me. Drop threads. Reply whenever. I’m just here for a good time. Villain lover. Beer enjoyer. Gothic lit addict with a tendency for writing annoying purple prose and poetic nonsense (sorry about that? lol). I code, design, work out, and occasionally touch grass. Mostly active at night and may disappear for a bit when life gets loud. Anyway, nice to meet ya 👋🏻

Note 01: MUN ≠ MUSE. Don’t confuse the two. 😉 Note 02: Want my Discord? Just ask! I don’t bite... unless you’re into that.

[stellacartography]

Thanks to @lisbeth-kk for tagging me.

Fic Writer's Meme

How many works do you have on ao3?

I have 28! 18 in Sherlock, 6 in Star Trek: Voyager, and 4 Good Omens.

What’s your total word count?

182,614, a majority of which is Kinesis, but as a person who has always struggled with completing things, the 100,000+ words that aren't Kinesis are a real victory in my head.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Kinesis (Mystrade), The Interrogation of Anthony Crowley, Witch (Ineffable husbands co-written with @mevima), Avast Ye Merry Gentlemen (Johnlock Christmas), The Bold and the Bruised (Mystrade 360MG), Atonement (Janeway/Chakotay post-series reconciliation).

Do you respond to comments? Why/why not?

Absolutely! I love comments. If I haven't responded to a comment it's only because life has been eating my brain and I will get to it once I've recovered.

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

Probably All the Time it Takes to Wait, which is titled after a song I played obsessively at the time while I was dreaming up the scenario of Chakotay actually getting to have feelings about the whole Fair Haven disaster. Nothing is resolved but they have it out. The song is angsty and so is the fic.

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

It's gotta be Kinesis. Not to overhype, but the ending is pretty satisfying and joyful.

Do you write crossovers?

I have the outline of a Sherlock/Star Trek crossover in my WIP pile.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

No, but I can't wait. Bring it on, internet. I love an argument. I love to analyze the fears and insecurities of people who start fights on the internet over free content lovingly created and bravely posted. I am unhinged and ruthless.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Hell yes. Smut has been an essential part of my recovery from religion, both the reading and writing of. Smut is so revealing of a character's motivations, their vulnerabilitites, their desires. I think it's a marvellous thing.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge. If so, I'd rather not know.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, the aforementioned The Interrogation of Anthony Crowley, Witch was so much fun to write with @mevima. It was way outside my comfort zone, kinkier and darker than anything else I've written.

What's your all-time favourite ship?

Johnlock and Mystrade are forever duking it out in my head. I also love Ed and Stede's speedrun enemies-to-besties-to-lovers dynamic in OFMD.

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

Never say never, right? I have another long one that could be a Good Omens AU set in Toronto in the early 90s. Because it's last on my list of long fics, I don't know when I'm going to get to it. Also all the garbage behaviour of a certain writer/creator has really sapped my enthusiasm for writing in the fandom right now. I had a thought to turn it into an OFMD fic but I'm not sure if or when I'll get around to it.

What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue is my friend. If I get stuck in a scene, I just make the characters talk and it helps me move on. Comes from a background in writing plays.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Endings! Spare me from having to finish anything. I get burnt out and distracted easily but I'm learning to manage it. I look forward to the times when the story really flows, but since most days are not like that, it's about finding ways to write the next 5, 10, 500 words.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Like so many things, I don't think there should be hard and fast rules about what writers can and cannot do. For me, I'd be inclined to check with a native speaker if I can find one, but keeping in mind that this is not a professional venture, I think foreign dialogue in fic is a "do your best and be forgiving" venture.

That said, if a writer chooses not to get a native speaker to weigh in on their usage and they get comments like "Hey you bum. Don't use google translate for this!" we have to be willing to take our lumps and seize the opportunity: "My hero! Will you look at the rest of my dialogue for me?" Fandom is about connection building.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

My first creative writing project in first grade was an origin story for a talking boot puppet in a horrifying Canadian children's program called Readalong. But I had no idea what a fanfic was at the time.

My first intentional fanfic might have been an unpublished Sailor Moon or Mulder/Scully fic that may live on in a hard drive somewhere.

First fic on AO3 is actually poetry called Not a Romance about what Kathryn Janeway was thinking after the episode Resolutions.

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

Our Flag Means Death. Probably Ed/Stede but there are so many great characters, it might be hard to choose.

What's your favourite fic you've written?

Kinesis. It's the fic I've always wanted to write. It has some of my favourite vibes. And I derived great joy from firing Mycroft Holmes.

Tagging @hubblegleeflower @may-shepard @the-toad-in-your-piano @copperplatebeech @blogstandbygo @fearlessdiva930 @cirquedereve @antheiasilva if you feel like answering and haven't already been tagged. I tag anyone who sees this and wants to answer (please @ me in your response and I will reblog).

If you see this and you're more of a reader, tag your favourite writers in a reblog or the notes. Seriously, this goes for anything. If you tag me on your original posts, I will gladly reblog and hype your content.

[gender-trash]

wait im getting new followers out of the top surgery kirk post which means i can try to convince you all to read my fic!!

i write incomprehensible naruto fic which you can find on ao3 here, mostly set in an AU verse i've been rotating since age 13 where the hyūga affair ended with hinata getting kidnapped by orochimaru; she eventually escapes and makes it back to konoha where she befriends itachi, a fellow child soldier with stupidly powerful eyeballs and zero social skills. this idea came about because 1) i wanted more feral highly agentic female characters in naruto, 2) the byakugan is really criminally underutilized in canon, and 3) i feel strongly that itachi needs a horrible little friend who is equally unhinged but in a different direction.

of my completed fics, i particularly recommend the deaging fic and the one where hinata cuts the gordian knot of hyūga internal politics by one-shotting the entire clan council. i also have two wip longfics, intricate eyeball polycule (hinata/itachi/edo tensei!shisui) and make no plans (a h*rry p*tter crossover where hinata is the defense professor in OOTP).

oh yeah and there's also the akatsuki agile development fic, for the Knows What A Stand-Up Meeting Is crowd.

for more scintillating content like this you should also check out my fic sideblog, @trans-girl-uchiha-itachi! i have done too much research about the sengoku and edo periods and am now Burdened With Knowledge 🙃

[andromeda-moon]

My DC character ai bots

Still in progress and updating

Warning: Anything with a 🔞 is not for minors and can lead to adult content.

Random DC bots:

Dick Grayson:

💤 Your older brother helps with your insomnia 🔞

➹- Getting lost during a road trip with the boys

☆ Training with Nightwing 🔞

“Midnight, you come and pick me up, no headlights”

❤ Roommates to lovers

“Sometimes you call me when you're too drunk" 🔞

♡And I knew you'd come back to me| Comforting Dick

DCeased- “We've become the walking dead” 🔞

"I've Got a Lot of Sins, But You're My Favorite"

Roy Harper:

Rivalry and Jealousy of the new girl

Double Agent Dilemma

□ Quarter Past Midnight

Partners in Crime

Jason Todd:

💔 My boy only breaks his favorite toys

⚔︎- Your brother has to save both of you

"When are we really going to make things final?”

◇ Red Hood's Assistant

°• Breaking down walls 🔞

“You and I walk a fragile line"

"Fuck It, Let's Do It Again" 🔞

Titans:

✘ tropical hell

❥ Domestic life at the Bludhaven Titans Tower

+The Titans are feral gremlins

✘ Bad Blood | Titans and JLA

🔞 Fault Lines | Supernatural Titans Siren!{{user}}

Justice League:

♤ Watchtower duty

♤ Bad Day

Batfamily:

SPN x Batfamily crossover

🎯 The batkids troll the JLA

"Run Away With Me" Damian & Jon

?Is he Okay? Tim Drake

✸ Damian De-aged?

DCeased: Shadows in the Cave

Wally West:

☄ Unhinged mornings, or Wally is an idiot

“If you could see that I'm the one”

Misc:

☄ “These fatal fantasies" 🔞 Conner Kent

“Every girl I ever talked to told me you were bad" Conner Kent

❦ Randomly meeting your soulmate Conner Kent

@The batsiblings have a discord

Hal and Barry DC Vs Vampires| ♱ your best friend is a vampire 🔞

❦ Star crossed lovers | Hal Jordan

Midnight Rain – “You were the one I wanted."| Bart Allen

☄ I dreamed of you | Hal Jordan

Bots with a detailed AU story across many bots

⌛DC: Stuck in time:

⌛Stuck in the Cretaceous | Bruce and Clark

⌛ Stuck in the '40s together

🪄- DC X PJO:

🪄 DCx PJO | Welcome to Campy Nyx

🔞 18+ supernatural stories with Batfamily:

🔞 He's hiding a secret | Incubus!Dick

🔞 Investigating Secrets | Supernatural Mystery | Dick

🔞 Howl | Werewolf Jason!

🔞 Trials of the Gods. | Hal and Barry

✗⚠ - Post Invasion AU:

✗⚠ Getting tired for a Phoenix - Post Invasion AU: Richard Grayson

✗⚠ The Lantern and the Witch- Post Invasion AU: Kyle Rayner

✗⚠ Stolen moments in Twilight- Post Invasion AU: Jonathan Kent

I may take some requests for bots, feel free to send me your ideas but I can't guarantee I will make it. I will only work on DC comics bots right now.

[williowglow]

Intro!

Hey there, and welcome to my blog!

I'm Juniper — I go by he/they/it pronouns, and I’m super hyped that you’re here!

This space is kind of like my little corner of the internet where I throw my art, my thoughts, and whatever else is bouncing around in my head. I’ll mostly be posting my art, especially if I think others might enjoy it (or if I’m just really proud of it and need to scream into the void a bit). Expect a lot of original characters, fanart, and maybe some occasional rambles or updates if I’m feeling chatty.

What kind of art?

A chaotic combo of my OCs (I love them too much to not draw them constantly) and fanart of the stuff I’m into. And I mean really into. Here's a peek at the kind of fandoms and media that own my brain right now:

Kirby

M04

Ultrakill

Fallout

Project Sekai

Animal Crossing

Slime Rancher

Silence of the Lambs and hannibal

Studio Ghibli — literally every single movie, they’re all comfort food for the brain

ONE (the object show)

Animatic Battle

BFDI/TPOT

And probably a bunch of other random stuff that sneaks in when I'm not looking.

What else should you expect here?

Occasional rambles about my characters' lore (I promise they have depth)

Sketch dumps, unfinished ideas, maybe even memes if I’m feeling spicy

inspo dumps, or anything that fuels my creativity

Potentially the most niche fandom crossover content you've ever seen

Basically, if you like colorful chaos, emotional characters, and slightly unhinged energy wrapped in digital doodles — you’ll probably feel right at home here.

Thanks for stopping by! Feel free to hang out, reblog <-(Please gimme credit), comment, or just lurk — I appreciate you either way.

[whumpsmith]

WIP Folder Ask Game

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous and tag as many people as you have WIPs. People send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then you post a snippet or tell them something about it!

I was tagged by @thewhumpywitch and it seems like fun so without further ado, here's a list of WIPs

Victim's View (Villain's View sequel)

Book 3 (Heroes sequel, notes/outline doc)

Vampire brainrot part 3/? - semi-nsfw (pathetic vampire meow meow's tragic background story / Heroes adjecent)

the cabin (Heroes future arcs brainrot and ship fic)

Bridgerton AU (Heroes sidekick sagas AU)

Fantasy AU (an epic fantasy saga built with crossovers from me and my friends' stories and characters)

Consequences - nsfw! (YMO AU AU, crackship taken seriously)

Polycule Harem College Murder Mystery Sitcom AU - semi-nsfw (bittersweet unhinged gay crossover w/ friends)

Bad End - nsfw! (YMO AU AU where things did not go right :])

note that all my works contain various degrees of whump, please check out the corresponding side-blogs to get an idea of whether any of these might squick you out or contain triggering content. For Villain's View and its YMO AU check out @villainsview or @weeksxvillainsview. For anything Heroes-adjecent check out @heroescore.

Now to tag 9 people... (no pressure + I love you + if it seems out of the blue I kinda maybe just ran out of people to tag and selected some mutuals 👉👈)

@scarletfish8eta @dr-abitat-blog @illustriousshadow @whumperofworlds @sheepthesmallchicken

@tsukareta819 @bilightningwhumper @salomeslashes @echo-goes-aaa

Anyone feel free to send an ask whether you were tagged or not and likewise feel free to participate whether you were tagged or not :3c

[hey-hamlet]

Since you mentioned that we can at least ask about MHA legend of zelda crossovers, how about this idea? The Triforce is passed down once a generation. And Pchako, Bakugo and Izuku are all candidates to receive a piece. And thanks to the last holder of Power having been AFO, Power has a bad rep. Duo to his attitude, Bakugo has been called that he'll get Power for sure. He's even bought into that idea. Then when the day comes, Bakugo Courage, Ochako Wisdom and Izuku gets Power.

OOOOOO ok ok ok I adore any content that addresses just how feral and unhinged Izuku is so Yes. I'm actually going to switch Ochako and Bakugo, I think. Bakugo's not actually as brave as her, in my opinion - he's just not scared. He's also wise in both battle sense and academically, so I think it'd suit him. He'd also be kind of mad about it, which is funny.

Ochako's parents were rich merchants with noble blood before she was born but they fell out of favor with the wealthy and have been just scraping by. When she was born with a softly glowing golden birthmark behind her ear her parents should have been excited. It was their path back into nobility - a child marked with the triforce was a blessing! One that solidified their place in nobility. But, a child of the triforce is Hyrule's child, not theirs. Not their baby girl, their only child - but a god's newest form. They keep quiet until she's 12, as long as they can wait, only a week after the second boy is found. They play up their ignorance, pretend they didn't know what the mark meant. All they can hope is that shes not marked for power

The Bakugo's were powerful nobles, ecstatic to see their son born with the golden mark on the palm of his hand. Due to their social clout their son wasn't taken from them, but he was given a prince's education. Due to his future power, he was paired with the young son of a kitchen maid, only a few days his junior, to act as a playmate and attendant. He grew up proud and brash and angry - his confidence and skill with a blade meant people assumed he must be Power, and his loud anger at the whispers meant he must be cruel. He was never nice to his playmate - the stupid boy wanted to fight along side him (but without the triforce, without the power of a god the rising tide of monsters would kill him - kill the only person really loyal to him and not the idea of what he could be) so Katsuki had to show him who the powerful one really was.

Izuku was born the night his father died, the night the great evil All for One was slain, the night his mother ran from their richly appointed manor to a stable at the foot of Hyrule castle. The golden triangle over his heart was a death knoll that all but ripped Inko's heart out of her chest the second she saw it. Just like his father's - the triforce ran in the royal family, only those with noble blood, those who had the blood of god in them, could be blessed like that. Bless, she thought spitefully, like the demon king? Or like Hisashi, a man she had loved, a man she'd seen grow greedier and greedier with his attentions, with his need for power, until he couldn't hide that Hisashi was a polite fiction told by the kingdom's doom. Izuku was raised alongside another boy with the triforce, Katsuki. Inko hoped that the brash boy's goodness would rub off on her son, so she turned a blind eye to the bruises and scrapes he left.

The day Ochako, the oldest by a few days, turned 16, their aspect of the triforce claimed them. Ochako, her broad shoulders and bright smile showing her courage. Bakugo, for all he was a brash bully, he couldn't hide his wisdom. And little Izuku, smallest, youngest and thinnest of the lot, with his big doe eyes and watery smile, for his power.

[morticthebloghog]

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[just-kit-ink]

*shyly waves* H-hello 👋

My name is Shy-Nightmare, and I just wanted to start the day by saying hello and to say nice things about you. I'm a huge fan of Who Framed Roger Rabbit and the Toon Patrol like you, and I also love your content! 💖 You, Marinerainbow, and Slashingdisneypasta inspired me to come out of my comfort zone and share my own content this August of 2024, and I would like to take a moment to say thank you 😊.

Your stories, your OCs, and you yourself are wonderful, amazing, and inspirational ❤. I understand you're probably very busy right now, so it's absolutely OK if this silly rambling of mine doesn't pop up in your inbox right away 🤣

I hope you have a lovely day! Or evening, if it's nighttime for you 🌃

OK, bye 👋 *shyly hides in the darkness again*

//What a lovely message 🥹🥰☺️ Thank you so much for the kind words! Who Franed Roger Rabbit has been one of my favourite films for years now and I am always happy to discuss this technological and creative masterpiece of a multi crossover with an original story (which sadly, apart from Wreck it Ralph, I haven't seen replicated since) I am so happy I contributed to helping you raise your voice to say hello, it means so much to me 🥺 I am pleased that you love Kitty and her cartoony exploits and adventure in this strange, magical world with these funny, sometimes unhinged but completely sincere characters.

Your rambling is not silly, its what every fanfic author dreams of 🥰 love and hugs!

~Alix aka thatnerdgirl aka just-kit-ink

[yourfaveda]

"𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚍. 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟶/𝟸𝟶 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗." – H. Dent, Esq. District Attorney, Gotham City

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|| this is my horrible interpretation of The BTAS Harvey "I'm Probably Nonbinary but I have Bigger Fish to Fry" Dent; Gotham's golden boy and beautiful princess with a Disorder. Living with OSDD1b, and thriving Trying not to buy a gun. ___ ✦ 21+ writer ( 20 years experience || he/him, call me Salem! ) ✦ Mature/dark themes (violence, corruption, psychological horror, trauma, smut, gore, heavy kinks) ✦ Content warnings applied & tagged ✦ OC / crossover friendly — come plot! ✦ DM friendly | Discord available | Threads welcome ✦ Will match tone, length, and unhinged energy™ (though I have a love for multipara/novella RP's.) ✦ Blog supports n00bs, weirdos, & brainrot