#Series: Prompts for Pride 2021

[ialwaysknewyouwerepunk]

queer signalling: louis and harry living their beautiful queer lives, collected by me

since we must take note of our fellow queers when they signal that they are very much one of us, despite being closeted. since i've had a very very queer few years thanks to them, thanks to their signalling, thanks to them being brave.

(!! this list isn't exhaustive, and if i've forgotten your favorite, by all means let me know. there's always room for another edition. it's been a while since i made a compilation and felt there was a need of a new one on my blog. this one goes a few years back, since my last one dates from 2021 :'o. so yeah. here we go.)

harry in my policeman, playing a closeted queer man, based on the book that's long been one of his favorites. lauded by the director and co-stars for how well he portrayed this character, how well he understood.

harry wearing a green flower on his chest for the mp premiere, placing himself (once again) in the same line of history as oscar wilde.

louis's green flowers on his initial 28clothing jersey at the first afhf, which includes bonus roses and 28s all around

the entire late night talking mv bc!!!!!

louis's rainbow stage lights during sibwawc. he really did that. every single night.

the entire dazed magazine happening. “I’ve always tried to compartmentalise my personal life and my working life,” he explains. / “I have unlocked an ability to be myself completely, unapologetically,” he says with conviction." / “I think through my own sense of self and personal journey, I am realising that happiness isn’t this kind of end state.”

louis's gay exit songs: most notably 'ever fallen in love (with someone you shouldn't've)'

harry flirting with stanley tucci

louis and his gay ass tank tops !!! we must point it out !!!!!!

all along

harry kissing a pride flag during harry's house ono in nyc

rainbow flare during the btm mv

harry being gifted a mask of his own face at munich n2, which prompted him to say that he feels like he's wearing a mask sometimes

28 in a triangle for 28clothing!!!!!!!!

kit connor soft launching 28 clothing. a young actor starring in a queer coming-of-age series, who was forced to come out after being accused of queerbaiting. he was the first one, besides louis, to wear 28clothing

harry's grammy's speech "people like me" (which ppl sadly misunderstood), echoing what he's been saying on tour for years. this doesn't happen to people like him. if they only knew, right?

harry's freddie-inspired outfit for the grammy carpet (which also brought back his theme for clown/jester fits, like harryween 2021 n2. wonder why)

louis's merch graphic where a boy is trying to smash a glass ceiling

harry posing for david hockney, actual living legend, gay artist of the ages. "Styles seems to know how lucky he is, adding, with a tinge of disbelief: “I’m in awe of the man with enough one-liners for a lifetime.” As to what those one-liners might be? Styles and Hockney’s mutual silence on that question suggests that what happens in the studio, stays in the studio."

louis having suspicious visuals during back to you, the only visuals of that type on tour

harry's 2022 harryween outfit: dressed as danny (literally. he did that. he went grease on us.) but wearing sandy's jacket

louis at barricade aka held safely in the arms of strong security personnel

harry singing man, i feel like a woman and still the one with shania twain. while wearing a rainbow discoball jumpsuit (parallel with kacey musgraves wearing a rainbow dress to sing it with him years ago.)

louis's gay ass merch for the away from home festival

harry dressed in nina ricci by harris reed, an explicitly gender-fluid line. "At 18 I found myself living in london creating ruffle blouses, corsets, fabric flowers and flares from my kitchen floor (...). My creations at the time were met with nothing but criticism for being “too feminine” or “costume”, teachers said I should focus on “menswear” or “womenswear”. l remember it really wasn’t until I started dressing for myself and who I was that it all clicked. @harrystyles was my first ever client who embraced the fun, fluid and expressive clothing I was creating."

continuous bluegreening. to name a few: harry's werchter fit, all this time lights, satellite caps in two colors only, louis's smiley flickering bluegreen on tour in 2022, the james cordon shit, louis in uncasville. enjoy this post here

harry's snl shoot unseens: him as ariel

louis out in amsterdam at a gay bar

harry going to the women's only swimming pond (on a day it was open for men, but this is important to me okay)

harry's use of orchids in his visuals during 'she' during love on tour '23

the 'hairy mermaid' tour visuals

harry as a mermaid during the mfasr mv. as a supreme physical manifestation of harry as the mermaid he truly is inside. but in his true form he gets chopped up and consumed. literally

as it was mv and its parallels with the matrix, hints to harry as the woman with the red dress.

louis jumping up on barricade against the one spot where a pride flag was draped over it

oh yeah that exact same thing happened in 2022 too

harry forming a skirt with a pride flag in brasil after his pants ripped

that gay ass denim getup with the fur collar?? while wearing the fucking peace ring????

harry and phoebe breaking gender norms in the tpwk mv dance. no i'm not over it yet shut up

louis wearing a basquiat t-shirt, another famously queer artist joining the ranks

harry bought an actual genuine basquiat. flex

harry dressed in skirts for gucci

"happy pride! happy pride! 'tis the season! can you tell i'm relaxed?"

"isn't all of this sparkly bi music?"

satellite mv rainbow planet tshirt

louis's bigger than me promo where he's literally george michael like??? IM SORRY???????

harry kissing lewis capaldi at the brits

harry kissing nick kroll at the dwd premiere. lol

and... harry as friend of D O R O T H Y. sang over the rainbow. we all cried. especially me at this clip of harry glancing in relief at his band after over the rainbow.

[ruiniel]

u know what, i'm gonna be a basic b and ask for the ever iconic it's way too cold outside so lets cuddle naked and pretend that we're not aroused trope for castlevania's alucard. gotta love some of that sweet sexual tension

Some classics are made to last and be retold, never worry! I wanted to practice some writing but was also tired so uh, took an alternate ending to a scene from an older Alucard x OFC fic that used the 'beauty and the beast' trope, changed a few things, and included your prompt. … I wouldn’t exactly call it cuddling, but gave it a dose of UST. A lot of setup, though, even some action before that. Hope you like it.

This is the continuation of Schemes (warning, major angstfest there). Schemes doesn't need to be read in order to get this one, but it sure would enhance the last scene here.

The title is part of the proverb Still waters run deep. It was just there.  

Still waters

Fandom: Castlevania series (2017-2021)

Relationship: Alucard x fem!reader

Characters: Alucard, Reader, Original Characters

Count: 4k

Rating: M (🔞)

Tags/CW: scholar!reader, brief depiction of illness, abuse, verbal abuse, violence, attempted murder, unresolved sexual tension, Alucard is Not nice in this, Though he still means well, OK he's *kind of nice*, explicit language, post Castlevania season III, POV Reader Character, Second Person POV, references to past emotional conflict, protectiveness

Summary: He frightened you that night... but you’d been so foolish. Taking a moment of weakness for something else, pushing when you shouldn’t have. Now here you are: alone, worn, having traveled along the first dusty path you found away from the woods, aiming to be as far from that castle as possible. You have but few belongings, save a valuable manuscript he’d once gifted you.

"And where would I go?" you asked with a newfound, raking sort of hurt pride, a wayward look of disbelief in your eyes.

"That is your concern, not mine," Alucard retorted tiredly, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Adrian—" you tried again, only to be cut off by a scalding look.

"You will regret ever setting foot here otherwise," he snapped at you, his words chopped and shaking.

Trembling like a leaf, you bit down the crippling misery that piled up your throat. "I already do," you spewed before turning on your heel and dashing out of his sight, sparing no glance back.

You shook your head wearily at the wretched, aching memory of that last encounter, and peered beyond the heavy wooden gates of the village you’d discovered in your path. You hoped someone was awake on the other side, waited for a few minutes. Nothing. You were about to knock again when a bell began its chiming chant, in reckoning of dawn. After the bell died your knuckles struck the wooden gate again.

"A’ight, ai’ght," a disgruntled elderly voice began from the other side. "Got a bad leg y'know," the voice went on, and the trap door opened level with your face. Suspicious old eyes found yours. "Your name and your business," the watchman demanded.

You gave him your name in your most steady voice, though it came harsh with disuse. "I am no more than a traveler, fatigued and in search of lodgings."

The distrustful air held, and the trap door was closed. A moment later the gate opened either way, as was the custom in some areas once daybreak hit.

"Traveling alone are ye?" the somewhat raggedy old man placed his hands on his hips, shamelessly eyeing you striding past. " ... I'd watch meself if I were you—" the watchman added, but the end of his sentence was lost on you, now too preoccupied with taking in the new view before you. It was a rather large settlement, not quite a town but far from being a hamlet. Wood and thicket houses lined the uncobbled streets, and tall wooden gates spread unevenly delimited different homesteads from one another. You noticed folk were already up and about, most garbed in similar thick linens and furs. There was a bustle of men and women of various ages heading into different directions to pursue the labors of the day.

"Pardon me," you swiftly asked one passing woman. "What is this place called?"

"Why ye find yerself in Bran," she replied hastily, rushing off before you had a chance to ask whether you could expect to find room and board of any kind. Bran. You had no notion of this place. Sleeping under the naked sky was not something you shied away from, and there was little doubt you’d resort to such again throughout your journey. But for now, well, now you needed a good long rest and a warm meal. And a batch of new memories, if possible.

You walked along the main street, eyes searching for anything which may have constituted an inn. Mud and dirt clung to your boots and the hem of your cloak, gathered along the wet road drenched in nightly rains. You sighed, shouldering the satchel containing your few belongings.

Morning, midday and afternoon passed with little commotion and no success in finding a place to stay. You felt all the more despondent, though the reason had little to do with your uncertain options for the night.

You felt empty and a little lost, in more ways than one. Something was missing, and it was not unlike an invisible string puppeteering your thoughts; they ever returned to him. You wanted to forget, but no doubt that would take time. You wanted his callous words to stop striking dents into your mind. What was causing the most distress was the way his merciless distrust had slammed into you, and during moments you could not erase from your mind however much you tried.

You regarded the bleak day, strewn with impending grey clouds looming in the distance, wondering whether he was well, whether he was at all regretful for how it all spiralled down between you. After all, he did have a human side, supposedly. You may have taken a wrong step, and as time wore on, the stronger this conviction became. But your head had been full, of both wine and him and a ruthless desire you could not rein. No use regretting it now.

Soon, there was commotion around you as you reached the village marketplace. There were various merchants selling leathers, metalwork and wooden carvings among others and there was even a stand laden with smoked meats. There was plenty of mud here as well, giving the gathering a rather splattered appearance. You also saw chickens, goats and pigs put up for sale.

You waded through the crowd, considering spending coin on whatever nourishment you could find, when a wail was heard from without. The sounds were inhuman to your ears, closer to screeches than anything. 

You approached the curious crowd that had gathered, and craning your neck to see better, you noticed a young girl, writhing on the ground. Her body was contorting in strange positions. She looked to be in her early youth, and was a sorry state. Her eyes were rolled over so the bare whites were visible, and she was uttering sounds that would have caused a night creature to flee. An older woman was on her knees and attempting to keep her flailing arms at bay.

"Witchery..." you heard the word whispered by more than one. "The devil has her, she is under its spell again," another was saying.

You sighed in annoyance, shouldering your way between them. That is no spell.

You’d seen this condition before, during your studies. It was an affliction of the mind and body, leaving one too weakened and unable to perform tasks as others would. The older woman was desperately trying to soothe the girl, now foaming at the mouth, even as you came before them and lowered yourself beside them. "Hold her jaw," you said. "I am a... healer," you offered by way of greeting, at which point the woman's eyes widened. She did as was asked.

"She must not bite her tongue," you told the frantic woman, moving the girl before pressing two fingers to a specific spot along the side of her neck. The struggling soon ceased, and her arms and legs became slack, her eyes closed.

You caught the gaze of the older woman.

"It usually takes me much longer to still her," she said, her eyes full of worry and gratitude. "I have never seen anyone achieve what you have done."

"Your child has an ailment, one she will bear if properly tended," you leaned in closer. "And it has nothing to do with God or the Devil," you whispered, looking to the somewhat wary crowd. People had begun to disperse and go about their business.

"Well, whatever it is, I am in your debt." She lowered her head.

"Let there be no debt, I do not do this for recompense."

"I am Rafilae, and this is my daughter, Maria," the woman looked to the girl now nestled in her arms. "I have a cottage at the other end of our village, and though we have no wealth to speak of, I would still wish to repay you, somehow. Come, I think we have enough food to share for tonight, and you look to be in need of rest yourself."

You could do little to deny that. You were tired, you were hungry. "If that would not be too much trouble..."  you said, with little conviction.

"Bah, no trouble at all. I'll explain all to my man. Now come," Rafilae urged, and having nothing else to do nor indeed anywhere to go, you heeded.

A cloaked figure watched you depart but did not follow, instead fading amid the crowd of the bustling market.

Evening found you seated on the ground at a wooden table in a small thatched roof hut, a steaming dish of root vegetable broth set before you. You were joined by your new acquaintances and hosts, both of whom seemed wholesome, hardworking people. Rafilae's husband Rufus had been an amenable man, and all the happier when he heard of the aid you provided. Maria lay on a bed of hay not too far away, joined by her brothers and sisters, having regained herself in the meantime.

They asked of your purpose in Wallachia, of your own lands. They were curious people, but you were at a point where you craved and welcomed the openness of human contact. You kept most of your trials to yourself, placing forward the idea that you were a traveling healer. You then instructed the couple on a few techniques to help their daughter and spoke of the condition she bore. These simple folk were looking rather incredulously at you, still somewhat unable to believe their child was not possessed by any forces of evil. It was during this conversation that a vicious knock sounded at the door of the hut.

"Rather late for visitors," Rufus said with narrowed eyes.

All conversation ceased, and the man rose, taking a heavy pitchfork in hand. You rose as well and peered outside to catch glimpse of the intruder. Your eyes widened at the sight.

Six figures, all armed and dressed in robes of black and gold were planted before the homestead.

One of them pointed a long, dirty finger at you. "That one."

Rufus went to stand as a shield before you and his wife, grasping the pitchfork firmly in his hand.

"The Lord's Horde," Rafilae placed her hand to her mouth, while you were suddenly looking about them for any possible ways of escape. Yes, you remembered their kind. You recalled the etchings of their garb and the ruthless dogmatism which drove them to blind murder. It was their kind who chased you that rainy day, whom you barely escaped; who led you to...

"Are you certain?" one of the robed men asked.

"As I live and breathe," came the confirmation. "That’s the witch Denes and the others caught in Rusi. When I saw her in the market today in the commotion I could not believe my eyes. She drew out the devil from one, so there's further proof." His voice dripped loathing. "I never thought she would dare show her face around these parts after what she did."

"What is the meaning of this?" Rufus demanded.

The second man who’d spoken neared. He clasped his hands together in his faded robe, his air one of distinction. He had a long dark beard and wore a faded black prior's cap on his short cropped hair. "You host a witch in your midst."

You scoffed, though inside you quaked. Not again, not again. 

The man continued his case. "She is responsible for the deaths of men in our brotherhood who tried to capture her near Rusi. We never saw them again."

"I am no witch!" You seethed, looking pleadingly to Rufus and his wife.

Rufus did not seem convinced either. "Do you have proof of this?" he looked back to the prior.

The prior frowned, his cold eyes gaining a mad glimmer. "You know our cause. You know we will fight for the Lord with all that we are, and against anyone who stands in the way of His justice," he looked pointedly at Rufus. "I would entreat you not to interfere with God's work, lest you are prepared to face the consequences."

The man briefly took in the various sharp weapons the others wielded. Their gazes were cold and there was the same spark of maddened devotion in their eyes.

The children had appeared at the entrance, curious and wide-eyed. You sighed upon seeing them, lowering your head.

"No," you placed a hand on the man's shoulder, then regarded the prior icily. "I will go freely." You looked to Rafilae, who was wringing her hands. "Thank you for your aid." Then swiftly you retrieved your satchel, and hands were on your shoulders, and you were dragged away before the startled eyes of the family who'd shown you kindness. It is true, everything does go in cycles the thought crossed your mind.

"What will you do to me?" you dared ask as one of the men pulled your hands to bind them. You struggled in vain, but the man forcibly revealed your wrist, still bearing marks from the incubus attack weeks ago.

"Further proof, prior Horvath," and all gasped when they saw the reddened scars as he forcibly brought your wrist upward. "Cavorting with vampires also, no doubt."

The one called Horvath sneered, his dark eyes set on your livid expression. "We take her to the river," then his smile turned vicious. "You do what you will with her." The others grinned, looking at each other. "Throw her body in when done."

"No, please," you tried reason, struggling as the bonds were tightened. "I bear nothing but knowledge, and have no skill nor anything to do with the dark arts!"

"Silence!" the prior boomed, features contorting. He thrust his face close to yours, taking a fistful of your hair and pulling so harshly you screeched in pain. "Where are our brethren then, hmm? There is nothing you can say or do to make me believe you, wench, save for their safe return. And even then," he gripped harder, causing your eyes to water. "You are still a filthy servant of the Enemy." He released you, and bid them march ahead with you dragged in tow.

As you left the village behind, you were trying to come to terms with the fact that life was apparently not on your side. None dared intervene and there were few people out and about since evening had fallen. All feared the darkness and what lurked beyond it, and rightfully so. The tall woods soon swallowed the group, and two captors lit torches.

When you heard the murmur of water nearby, you swallowed. They must have neared the river. You looked left and right, seeing nothing but gloom. They’d taken your satchel away, reverently saying its contents were destined to be burned.

Then you were being dragged by two of them, struggling and panting, towards the steep edge where the river thrashed below. Your legs flailed, and a powerful strike ended your wailing. You saw stars.

"Pin her down," one said, and they were about to do just that, when something hissed past them.

You saw nothing in the dark, save for the torch fallen to the forest bed. You heard groans and muffled cries as bodies fell to the ground.

You rose swiftly to your knees, trying to rip the bonds with your teeth to no avail, fumbling onto the ground, looking for the satchel. You stared about yourself, for whatever was happening lit by the weak light of the fallen torches.

A tall figure faced the prior.

It all happened too fast. You were being dragged by the hair, caught in an armlock that had you choking. The prior stood alone, and spilled blood rose warm in the air. He was ever pacing back towards the cliff, and the river below, with you struggling in his grip.

"Stay back!" he cried, brandishing a long knife even as his opponent stepped ever closer. 

"Release your captive," the presence commanded, aiming his weapon at the prior's chest.

The voice. That voice.

"What?!"

"Release your captive, then jump," the voice repeated calmly as the blade swished through the air, glinting eerily. "And you may survive the river. I will count to three, at which point your heart will be pierced by my blade. Your decision," he offered as the prior kept looking back towards the gaping nothingness, then to the catlike gaze of the stranger.

True to his word, he began his count. 

"Are you mad?! Your witch will perish too, you fucking beast, because if I go, she goes with me."

If you didn’t know better, you thought you’d heard a growl. 

"Here, if you want her so badly, she’s all yours—” 

You gasped as you were forcefully flung into darkness, deafened by your own startled cry, by another short, agonized gurgle.

And then, pins and needles, and the cold numbed all.

Pain. Everywhere and nowhere; too hot, but then too cold. You opened your eyes to what seemed like pale daylight sifting through a window, closed them again. 

Am I alive?

The capture, the darkness, the river, all came crashing down in waves of memories, and a violent quiver shook your frame. You were strewn on something softer than a forest bed. You opened your eyes anew, saw nary a movement, and felt something warm pressed to your forehead. A palm. You shivered, shivered, shivered, before losing consciousness again.

Must it be so cold everywhere? Everything hurt. As you stared blearily along your arm, you felt the bruises forming there. And then, a change: warmth at your back, much needed heat enveloping you. Pleasant and alive, and before you understood—or cared—what it was, you pressed closer. Something locked around your waist.

"You fidget," and despite the ache, the warm breath against your neck sent a different shiver down your body.

This was not actually happening. You were caught in some feverish dream, dying on the stony banks of the river.

"...where… you…"

"Don’t try to speak. Rest."

"...came for me? But how…"

An exasperated sigh. "My senses. I know your scent."

At any other time, those words might have had your heart soaring and mind reeling, but now you were too numb for even the infatuation which, even in delirium, apparently wouldn’t loosen its hold.

"You struck the waters before I reached you,"  Adrian went on in that soft voice, though its tone was rather clinical.

Yes, you struggled to remember. He did arrive, it had been him. Right before…

It was then you noticed something mortifying—you were bare under the covers, and the warmth against your back was skin. 

As if reading your thoughts, Adrian spoke again. "You were in shock when I retrieved you from the water. The medicine supplies here were mostly destroyed during the siege on the castle," he said, and you realized that what was closed around you was his arm; his bare arm, and your back was pressed to his chest. You were too tired to move, too gutted to speak. Last time you attempted closeness, he all but cast you out of the castle and now, now…

If only you had the strength to be angry.

"The heating system no longer works since then, and I had no firewood, and your condition was fastly worsening. I had no choice," he spoke again.

And the way he said the last words was killing you; like you were a chore, and a disturbance. 

Still, he… he was there.

"...I see…" you managed, feeling him warm but stiff as you lay unmoving on your side. You wished you could scream, demand an apology for his denial and his distrustful, unjust words during that last encounter but then—he saved your life.

"Why?" you croaked, staring out the window, where clouds darkened the sky above the forest.

"I told you not to speak."

"Why did you do it?" you asked stubbornly, feeling the arm tighten around your waist in an uncontrolled jerk of movement. "Why did you go through the trouble of dragging me from their clutches when you demanded I left in the first place."

"I demanded you left, but never wanted you to come to harm."

You closed your eyes. "You called me a liar." He could be so goddamn infuriating. Never a straight answer, but his warmth seeping into you felt so good it made you drowsy, and the most primal side of you felt it seeping within, lacing pleasure to pain.

Silence. You wondered if you’d finally reached him, or if it was the guilt at his past conduct that drove him to this. You could not help remembering the way he held you then, the desperate longing in his kiss, the heat rising between you as he crushed you closer—a heat not unlike the one burning you now; you no longer shivered from the cold, but were loath to tell him.

Damn you. Damn him.

His chest rose in a sigh against your naked back. "There are things you do not know. About me. I…"

You couldn’t be more bewildered if you saw a pig on white wings flying towards the sun. Adrian, being honest and straightforward? Still, you did not hedge him. Let him struggle, the petty side of you urged, the other melting with desperation and love.

"My trust was broken before," he finally said, and you waited, but Adrian added nothing else.

Still. "I did not know," you said, staring out the window. 

"I realized that. After," and for the first time, you sensed a sliver of remorse in his tone. Not an apology, but, for now, all else considered, it would do. This was not the way things went in your lustful dreams of him from before; aching all over, unable to move. 

"How do you feel?"

You swallowed. "Warm."

A pause. You’d half expected him to rise and leave, but nothing happened.

"Good," he said. He felt warmer, or maybe it was a slight of the imagination. And then, "I do not think you a liar."

You still felt resent at the memory, but on impulse, your hand reached, pressed over his own that was splayed over your abdomen. Your fingers slipped between his; he did not withdraw. 

"Please," you heard then, and the whisper held something ragged in it, and you became aware of a hardness against you, just like… like that first time you threw yourself at him like a fool with your head full of wine and body thrumming with desire.

You said nothing else, become aware of the risen heartbeat against your spine. And suddenly you wondered, and suddenly you understood. 

"Did you bring me back to cast me away again once I’m better? Will you reprise that humiliation?" You could not help it, though his words on trust haunted you already, as many of his past actions gained a new, horrible sense.

"No." It sounded pained on its own; you let it be.

You lay in silence, aware you could not even move if you tried to turn and face him, to see his eyes, to feel him closer, to tell him. "I will wait for you, Adrian," you said either way, and never heard his answer as exhausted sleep claimed you.

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[charlott2200]

Happy pride month 2023 !!!

All the prompts i could do this year💖

Prompts of  @pridewrite

💖🤍💙💖🤍💙💖🤍💙💖🤍💙💖🤍💙💖🤍💖

Pride month art 2023

Day 14: transitioning+ gender euphoria /A-spec

Prompts of 2022 and 2021 💖

Character : Isabella yamamoto

From :paradise kiss

Canon

*the only part of the prompt is not canon is A-spec

Im not much of a fan of Ai yazawa works , but i know the the series cause the summary videos on the *rayo confuso youtube channel is an amazing argentinian yt channel specialized in shojo anime .

In the anime isabella is my favorite ,shes lovely and the anime tackle her trans identity themes 💖🤍💙

In the A-spec ,i headcanon isabella could be Aro/Ace  ,many think she and Jouji (George' Koizumi) have something ,but for me they re the best friends or platonic .

Hope you like 💞.

[transboykirito]

(regarding my inbox)

okay, i hate making posts like this, it makes me feel gross and i hate upsetting people with this stuff, but today i'm truly eight thousand miles beyond my breaking point.

the mess in my inbox, constantly accusing me of copying and stealing from aj @thegayfromrulid, needs to stop. it's borderline harassment at this point. and neither of us are okay with it. every single time i post a fic - or even an edit, or a cosplay!! - i receive anons telling me that i stole the idea from aj. regardless of the idea, regardless of the form, regardless of my own inspirations.

this has been happening for nearly two years now. it started during pride week of 2021, which is why i didn't upload for every prompt that year. it happened to coincide with a time when aj and i weren't talking, though i'm not sure if the anon(s) knew that, and i didn't want to reply and start drama, nor did i want to outstay my welcome in the event.

since then, there have been pauses, but it always starts again. my band au is apparently copying his, more than just a fling and don't want to miss a thing are apparently copies of rosebud (despite having very little in common aside from being gay family fics), perfectly imperfect is apparently copying one of his sugulis oneshots - me writing sugulis in general is apparently copying aj, despite the fact aj literally said his first sugulis fic was inspired by one i'd previously written!!

i actually deleted a oneshot i write about kazuto and suguha, where i poured a lot of my own personal feelings into it - a lot of my bpd sugu content is incredibly personal in this way. i love sugu and kazuto's relationship (not romantic) because it makes me feel so understood and less alone. someone made the connection that this oneshot had been inspired by conversations between myself and aj and our relationship, and the asks i received were so nauseating i won't even bother vaguely describing what they contained. and still, i didn't want to humiliate myself posting it, and i didn't want to start drama, so i deleted the ask and tried to move on - i didn't sleep until three that morning, and was violently ill with ptsd terrors triggered by the ask i'd received. i deleted the oneshot the next day.

today i reached my breaking point, when an anon accused me of stealing an update to both don't want to miss a thing and other shades of blue. both of those updates were incredibly personal to me. i recently suffered a miscarriage that has been harrowing and nearly impossible to cope with, and so i included those fears in don't want to miss a thing. other shades of blue is entirely inspired by a relationship i lived through and (barely) survived, with my ex-fiance. things in that fic are altered and dramatised for the sake of fiction, but the core of the story is my own experience.

aj and i are both writers. we both want to see people write their stories and share their stories. no two people will have the exact same interpretation of a scene, character or series, nor will two people have the exact same words to express those thoughts. it's part of what makes fandom enjoyable and beautiful - seeing the same characters a million different ways under a thousand different lights.

aj is someone i've always held an immense amount of respect for, as a person, as a writer and as a friend. i continue to love and support his fics as i can, but ironically enough, i don't read that much fanfic these days - half of the things i'm being accused of plagiarising are being first introduced to me by those accusations.

this has also extended to saying i'm vague posting about aj, or implying that i'm spiteful towards him in my posts. aj and i disagree on things (these days, it's usually the anime adaption, progressive and mito) but i would never go as low as to make hateful posts about someone i consider a friend, especially over a fucking ANIME. i've received rape and death threats from people saying they hope i'm sexually assaulted by a mito cosplayer or a eugeo cosplayer, or even an ENTIRE FUCKING FANFICTION in my inbox graphically describing the idea of multiple people i consider friends in this fandom assaulting and murdering me. i need you to understand how fucking detached from reality you have to be to write that kind of thing, because you can "justify" it by accusing me of copying fanfiction, or because i dislike a character and you perceive that to be an insult to a blogger you, in all likelihood, do not know nearly as well as you like to think you do.

i am begging, begging you, whoever you are, please stop. you can support him, you can dislike me, i honestly don't care - i do actually, i care entirely too much, but one person or one group disliking me quietly is far preferable to the abuse i receive in my inbox on a weekly basis. please. stop.

[sereia1313]

So, because I'm insane, listing all my fics individually isn't going to work, so here's a list of all my series instead! Unless otherwise stated, the main pairing is SessKag. All links lead to Ao3, but you can find me on Dokuga and FFnet as well. Alphabetized, alliterated, colour coordinated. Were you expecting anything less?

Annual Amusements Fandom Pride Parade [2023] Faebruary [2024] Inu-Spiration [2021, 2022, 2023(i), 2023(ii)/2023(iii)] Kagome's Flower Festival [2022] [2023] [2024] Kikyou Weekend [2024] SAFE [2021] SessKag Festival [2023(i), 2023(ii)] SessKag Week [2021, 2022] Sin's Week [2022]

Collaborations Teamwork is the best kind of work.

Drabble-Bomb Short and sweet.

Festive Fun Everyone can use a little holiday cheer.

Lyrics of the Heart Stories so good, they have a soundtrack.

Misc. Merriment Clarkson Chronicles - Christmas through the years Memory Charms - One of the characters has amnesia

Monthly Musings Something special for every month of the year.

Multi-Chapter Madness Sometimes they don't figure it out in the first chapter.

Shipping Shenanigans Pairings other than SessKag

Sinful Singularities The basket overfloweth with one-shots.

Smut City The steamiest of stories.

Tumblr Tales I get by with a little help from my friends.

Also, check out my permanent fic ask and send in a prompt (Lyrics of the Heart), as well as Magical Monthly Prompts for extra inspiration and Crescent Dreams for all things SessKag!

[crackinglamb]

I posted 7,159 times in 2022

That's 1,391 more posts than 2021!

248 posts created (3%)

6,911 posts reblogged (97%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@lilbittymonster

@ir0n-angel

@sorrelchestnut

@pip-n-flinx

@bitterotter

I tagged 5,578 of my posts in 2022

Only 22% of my posts had no tags

#sound on - 774 posts

#always reblog - 349 posts

#*snort - 342 posts

#this - 310 posts

#cats - 245 posts

#no lies detected - 241 posts

#awesome art - 239 posts

#hahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!! - 210 posts

#solas - 151 posts

#lamb writes - 128 posts

Longest Tag: 136 characters

#... & to all y'all that have to watch could have been better spent monies get pissed down the drain of an overblown funeral & coronation

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Til It Squeaks, a Series

Today, on the anniversary of its beginning, Da'Fen Carly Mayers Lavellan's story came to an end. Two years, 337,909 words, 7 works. So I thought I would put together a masterpost of the series, with links to AO3, for all of you.

Twist

The fic that started it all. Carly Mayers, a woman from Earth, gets transported to Thedas and becomes the Herald of Andraste. And she decides that canon needs a hammer. A Solavellan fix-it with a happy ending. Rated E for sexual content. Also contains canon typical violence. ~197K words.

The Cutting Room Floor

A snippet fic, full of little bits the main fic had no room for. Includes screenshots of the ensemble cast. Also includes 'deleted scenes' and versions of the first draft that never got off the ground. Rated T for occasional swearing, adult themes and canon typical violence. ~27K words.

Choice, Pride and Trust

A oneshot of Carly and Solas defeating Imshael at Suledin Keep. Rated M for graphic depictions of violence. ~2300 words.

Waiter, There's a Fluff In My Soup!

A multi-ship collection of prompt fills for Fluff-uary 2021. Pairings include Carly and Solas, Varric and Marian Hawke, Dorian and Iron Bull and more. Rated E for sexual content. ~28K words.

Twist Some More

A sequel to Twist. Carly and Solas continue their work rebuilding the Dales, taking down the Veil and having a surprise baby. Incorporates events from Tevinter Nights, but is overall self-indulgent and fluffy. Rated E for sexual content. ~67K words.

Earth Pizza and Qunari Street Food

Takes place four years after the events of TSM. Carly and Solas welcome Dorian and Iron Bull for a visit. Cooking and family fluff ensue. Rated T for some adult themes, but with a happy ending. ~4600 words.

Make It a Good One, Peaches

50 years post-canon, mortality affects Carly's inner circle. A final send off including the generation to follow that of the Inquisition. More sweet than bitter. Rated T for major character death. ~1700 words.

Thank you to everyone who has read these fics and come to love Carly as much as I do. My heart is full. 💕

18 notes - Posted March 3, 2022

#4

Six Sentence Sunday

Tagged by @noire-pandora, thank you! 💕

Tagging @about2dance, @a11sha11fade, @sinsbymanka, @mrscullensrutherford, @dreadfutures, @mogwaei and @espressocomfort. No pressure!

R&R grabbed the Muse this morning. Have some Lark Cadash in Skyhold.

---

Something had happened here, some cataclysm that broke the magic of this place. That sundered it.

The Veil.

What she felt under her fingertips and saw in her mind's eye was like the aftermath of a shockwave. A burst dam of energy, exploding outwards from a central point deeper in the bowels of the Stone. Traces of the spell lingered like a taste on the back of her tongue. She didn't recognize it, but felt like she should.

19 notes - Posted March 27, 2022

#3

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @noire-pandora, thank you!

Tagging @fiadhaisteach, @lilbittymonster, @sinsbymanka, @serial-chillr and @about2dance. No pressure!

It's Fluff-uary, folks. I am neck deep in somft and silly. Have a peek.

---

As often happened, a bolt of inspiration hit Varric while he was bathing. He gave a rueful sigh, wrapped himself in a towel and rushed to his desk without even bothering to swipe his dripping hair out of the way as he jotted down the idea before he lost it. He was never more grateful to Imogen than in that moment, since having his own suite meant having his own bathing chamber in it. He didn't have to traipse halfway across the keep to get back to his room, the mad gleam of words in his eyes. He didn't need that kind of blow to his reputation.

He got lost in the idea after a while, eventually snagging his reading glasses so he could see the page better. His hair stopped dripping onto his bare shoulders and he didn't even notice he was getting chilled sitting there in nothing more than a damp towel. He never heard the door open.

He certainly didn't hear the low, needy hum that Hawke made. If he had, he might have been warned.

Her sharp teeth sank into the ball of his shoulder and he jumped, thoroughly startled. “What the...Hawke!”

She cackled, leaning on the back of his chair. At least she'd bitten the off arm, so the only splotch on the page in front of him was his own fault. He glared at her over the rim of his glasses.

“Oh, your face! That's a weighty look, serrah.”

“What are you doing?”

She smiled at him, warm and loving and he almost melted. Almost. Then she spoke. “Haven't you ever just wanted to bite someone? You looked so delicious sitting there, I had to have a taste.”

Half his blood rushed southward. The rest seemed to have taken up residence in his cheeks. Either way, it left none for his brain and he gaped at her like an addled nug. He scrambled to find anything to say, anything at all.

“Andraste's flaming knickers,” was what came out. Hawke laughed again.

“No, I don't think I'd want to bite those.”

21 notes - Posted February 9, 2022

#2

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @noire-pandora, thank you!

Tagging @lilbittymonster, @natsora, @blueboxness-art, @whataboutbugs-art, @espressocomfort and @serial-chillr. No pressure!

While The Fluffs(tm) have been keeping me busy, I've still been working occasionally on new chapters for WG. I made myself very emotional with Cole's personal quest recently. And by emotional, I mean angry. I could rant forever (and will in the author's notes), but here, have a snippet.

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“You!” Cole shouted, advancing on the man. “You killed me!” The Templar scoffed and tried to push him away, but Cole wouldn't be deterred. “You forgot. You locked me in the dungeon in the Spire, and you forgot, and I died in the dark!”

“The Spire?” the man replied. Imogen heard the others behind her.

“Cole, stop,” Solas commanded. The Templar took advantage of his hesitance and ran.

“Cole,” Imogen said gently, reaching out but not quite touching him. “He didn't kill you, he killed the human Cole. You came to him, as a spirit, to give him comfort at the end. He was not you, not the way you are now.”

“A broken body, bloody, banged on the stone. Guts gripping in the dark, dank. A captured apostate. They threw him into the dungeon in the Spire at Val Royeaux. They forgot about him, and he starved to death.”

“Yes,” Imogen said. He turned to her, his watery blue eyes boring into hers with all the power a fully realized spirit possessed. “And you crossed the Veil to help. But you couldn't make food out of nothing, so all you could give him was yourself. Your compassion. You became him when he was gone. Cole.”

“Let me kill him back. I need to.”

Imogen cupped his face in her hands, the Anchor flaring against his skin as it touched the Fade within him. “No, baby. That won't help you.”

“Then what do I do?”

“You need to forgive him.”

“What?” Varric sputtered. “He can't just forgive the man who killed him!”

“You can't,” Solas said. “But Cole is a spirit. His nature works differently.”

“Stop it, both of you,” Imogen snapped. She focused back on Cole. “Make him forget, it will remove the ties that bind you together. You will remain you, and he will no longer carry the pain of his guilt. Can you feel it? Cole, concentrate. Can you feel his pain?”

“'Don't worry, we'll erase his records'. They clap him on the shoulder, smell of oiled metal and blood. They smile at him like Louis did when he made him drown the kittens...”

“Go to him Cole. Help him. He's in pain, and you are a spirit of Compassion.”

She let him go and watched as he disappeared down the path the Templar had run. Varric was staring at her like she'd fallen from the sky – always that look, she thought idly – while Solas looked at her more pensively. She wondered if he guessed that she'd taken his words and spoken them herself.

“I hope you know what you're doing,” Varric muttered.

21 notes - Posted February 16, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Dash did a thing.

55 notes - Posted November 30, 2022

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[makeadealwithdean]

I posted 3,715 times in 2022

That's 626 more posts than 2021!

93 posts created (3%)

3,622 posts reblogged (97%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@evergreencowboy (of course lmao)

@angelsdean

@deanandkastiel

@becauseofthebowties

@thursdaysidjit

I tagged 3,710 of my posts in 2022

#dean winchester - 951 posts

#destiel - 682 posts

#castiel - 678 posts

#steve harrington - 523 posts

#stranger things - 508 posts

#billy hargrove - 448 posts

#jensen ackles - 376 posts

#eddie munson - 349 posts

#spnedit - 329 posts

#spn - 280 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#if billy had lived they would’ve found comfort in each other as platonic besties and they’d talk about their boyfriends and they’d be happy

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

makeadealwithdean's friday sunday fic list - stranger things

here's the fics i've read this week (09/02/22) and yes, this is supposed to happen on friday, but work kicked my ass this week, so here we are on sunday night. my bad! anyway, as always, writers, if you don't wanna be on here, let me know, and i'll take you right off! and most of these are gonna be smut and 18+ only, so minors dni!!!

steve harrington:

mommy? sorry. mommy? * by @hawkins-losers

more perv!steve * by @creelteeth

just like in the movies * by @the-archxr

two idiots by @huffle-pissed

are we more? by @keeryshouse (my note: omg I LOVE THIS FIC so much— 100% a comfort fic of mine)

eddie munson:

shy!reader smokes with eddie * by @indouloureux

three men and a baby by @queenimmadolla

needy * by @thisishellfire (my note: this made me SCREAM)

fake it * by @fan-fantasies

stress relief * by @evergreencowboy (my note: OH I AM FERAL BYE)

eddie helping you out of a panic attack by @ddejavvu

friction * by @faeology

eddie’s horny in the middle of the night * by @hellfirehoe

other (including ships):

brusk manners * by @latelyanobsession (billy hargrove x reader)

teasing billy while he's working * by @prrttycrier (billy hargrove x reader )

fuck the hate away * by @dckweed (billy hargrove x reader)

living after midnight (rocking to the dawn) * by @mourntheantagonist (harringrove)

billy hargrove x reader smut (and the first 2 parts) * by @bluesfortheredj

this sweet harringrove blurb by @ariesbilly

eddie and y/n tease steve at work * by @lilacletter (steddie x y/n)

head rush * by @deedoop (harringroveson, eddie x steve x billy)

three inch rule by @fanatics4l (harringrove + hopper) (my note: would just like to add that this fic prompted an hour long discussion with my bestie and my s/o bc i just loved it that much)

harringroveson plays d&d by @biillyhargroves

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738 notes - Posted September 4, 2022

#4

let’s remember the real reason for the season

776 notes - Posted November 4, 2022

#3

haven’t seen the winchesters pilot yet but this put me at peace

911 notes - Posted October 11, 2022

#2

makeadealwithdean’s friday fic list - stranger things

here's a list of the fics i've read this week (8/26/22) and highly, highly recommend! these fics are not mine and belong only to the writers, so writers, if you don't want to be mentioned on here, message me, and i'll take you off no questions asked! also, most of these fics are smut and 18+ ONLY, so minors dni!!

steve harrington:

~ i want to touch you * by @poeticandors (my note: this whole series is PHENOMENAL, probably my favorite steve series <;3)

~ pretending * by @poeticandors

~ perv!steve * by @creelteeth

~ put away my pride * by @wtfsteveharrington

~ baby, baby, baby * by @pixiemunsons

~ the king (pornstar!steve) * by @poetrieshouse

~ sex education * by @sortagaysortahigh (my notes: my other very favorite steve series)

~ fake it 'til you make it by @thefreak-thebanished

~ power trip * by @silkscream

~ car troubles * by @hellfiresangel

~ private eyes * by @peachesworld96

~ you shook me all night long * (series) by @pinkchubbiebunnie (my note: i LOVE this series sooooo much <;3)

~ needy * by @bvmbshell

~ cloud 9 * by @sortagaysortahigh

eddie munson:

~ the dungeon master * by @chaoticmunson

~ 18 * by @chaoticmunson

~ vanilla * by @fan-fantasies

~ BOO? * by @eagerbby

~ nice bracelet * by @starbxcks

~ cover girl * by @eddies-perm

~ out loud by @iheartyouyou

~ menace by @retrobutterflies

~ groupie * by @hellfirebabes

~ birthday surprise * by @hellfirebabes

~ the crescent moons by @huffle-pissed

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1,636 notes - Posted August 26, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

give it a try - s.h.

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1,641 notes - Posted August 6, 2022

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[helloliriels]

Hey!!! It's finally letting me post my year in review!!! 😄✌️🍿

💌 I posted 1,130 times in 2022

💌 That's 373 more posts than 2021!

375 posts created 🎨 (33%)

755 posts reblogged 🔄 (67%)

Blogs I reblogged the most 😎:

@fluffbyday-smutbynight

@sweetoothgirl

@kettykika78

@discordantwords

@inevitably-johnlocked

🔖I tagged 1,002 of my posts in 2022

Only 11% of my posts had no tags 😵

#johnlock - 413 posts 💕

#sherlock - 332 posts 🙃

#bbc sherlock - 238 posts ☕️

#helloliriels - 200 posts 🎨

#ask games - 142 posts ✨️

#liri answers - 121 posts ☺️

#sherlock holmes - 105 posts 🔎

#john watson - 99 posts 🩺

#fake fic titles - 95 posts ✍️

#2022 year of the crack fic - 70 posts 🥳

🔖Longest Tag: 129 characters

#ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

(Rofl)

My Top Posts in 2022:

✨️#5

HELLO FANDOM NEWSLETTER 《 JUN 2022 》

I've decided to begin a monthly newsletter to list happenings in the fandom, now thru Jan (*cough* *cough* copyright), because honestly ... there's a lot going on!! P.S. This newsletter will be inclusive of everything SHERLOCK (not only BBC!):

🎡 JUNE is PRIDE MONTH! Share QUEER positivity and love! I'll be re-blogging works from my first crash course in the fandom! (#I am pridelocked by @ohlooktheresabee 🐝 xoxo) I am not posting a challenge this year, but I know there are several!! I'm following all of you instead! Tag me anytime!

🎡 RUPERT GRAVES BIRTHDAY PROJECT! Annual event for charity, culminating June 30th 🥳🎉! Last year was The Trevor Project! Not sure what charity it is yet 2022? Follow & tags on social media to find out! #rupert graves birthday project // @rupertgravesbirthdayproject //

🎡 HOLMESTICE (A Holmsian Solstice) Going on NOW! A BUNCH of prompt requests came in! Make one!? Fulfill one! (or three? 😄) No limits! More than one gift is welcome per prompt. All for fun, and all for love! Open gifting this round (no assignments - see what inspires!). #holmestice // @holmestice

🎡FANDOM TRUMPS HATE gifts will be posting by various creators throughout the year! Just saw posts by @totallysilvergirl and @khorazir recently! Be sure to follow // #fandom trumps hate // @fandomtrumpshate // (also seen as #fandomtrumpshate // #fth2022 //

The Game is On:

🎡 THREE PATCH PODCAST // Listen to their latest episode! #132: Queerantine a Pride episode! Queer media has grown by leaps and bounds during the pandemic. Join them as they talk about favorite new things to watch, listen, or read! // #three patch podcast // @threepatchpodcast //

🎡 I HEAR OF SHERLOCK EVERYWHERE podcast featured on Spotify hosts all kinds of Sherlock topics from ACD Canon and pastiche to popular Media versions. I've barely dipped my toes in so far ... so I can't guarantee the content! Listener advisory.

🎡 A BETTER STORY rebs of TJLC Explained is back (YouTube) with a 7 part series - to go over everything that happened and why and how we can regain a sense of understanding from it. Well worth a view! And SO much packed into every episode!!! Also FROM A DROP OF WATER a fanfic by @victorianpining with a 'what could have been' fix. So much love 💜 for sharing both of these with us!!! #a better story // #tjlc explained

🎡 SHERLOCKIAN WATCHALONG Every sun & wed! @nixxie-pic and @finalproblem hosting! #the giant chat of sumatra of you want to follow and hop in any week! Noon PST Sundays, 5:30pm PST Wednesdays

Favorite Things:

#BRITPICKING BY @7-percent 🦢 #JOHNLOCKLOVELETTERS by @cupidford 💘 and SHERLOCK #PODFIXX by @podfixx 🎧 !!!

235 notes - Posted June 4, 2022

✨️#4

I think Sherlockians should take a new tack. No more demanding the Johnlock we're still due. I need to know more about the REAL sister.

WHAT ABOUT HARRY?!

I demand answers.

238 notes - Posted February 23, 2022

✨️#3

Together We Crack It! 💋

Been writing away for the '2022 Year of the Crack Fic' challenge? Afraid you might have missed it??! There's still time! Give it a crack!

Crack the code! Find your wacky, wild side! Add your masterpiece to the AO3 collection '2022_Crack_Fix' or post on Tumblr and tag me before Dec 32nd! Any length, any rating. WiP allowed as long as it starts getting cracky before Jan 1st. Wanna read some good crack to get in the mood?? Check out our current entries HERE 📚 🤩 Let's fill those inboxes with laughter!

255 notes - Posted October 18, 2022

✨️#2

We're going back to our roots, with a plethora of ACD Holmes discussions in September! As always, please feel free to INTERACT with, SHARE & TAG this post if you have news to add to the fandom! Updates on Saturdays!!

The Game is On

⭐ HOLMESTICE (WINTER 2022)

The winter Holmestice event kicks off in Sep-Dec to share prompts and gifts within the sherlock fandom! This is inclusive of ALL sherlock adaptations!! What is Holmestice? This is a fan run event, huge thank you to the mods who put in work to make this happen!!! This EVeNt iS A GO!! Follow & Tag: @holmestice // #holmestice // #holmestice 2022

⭐ COTTAGECORE SHERLOCK GAME

Play a retired Sherlock Holmes who just wants to put together the ultimate picnic for Watson - the only problem is that pesky mysteries keep getting in the way! New game in production, check it out! Follow & Tag: @cottagecoresherlock // #cottagecore // #retirementlock

⭐ CANON HOLMES DISCUSSION GROUP

Hello fans of Sherlock Holmes! @iwantthatbelstaffanditsoccupant has created a NEW page for the online group to discuss “Canon Holmes”, and to read through the orig stories in sequence! Check out the post for more details! Follow & Tag: (NEW PAGE!) @bohemiansoulscanondiscussion // #canon holmes // #acd holmes

⭐ DOYLE ESTATE

Friendly reminder that the Doyle Estate can kindly get wrecked come January 2023. Imagine the Winnie the Pooh ‘Blood & Honey’ lashback (teehee), and then multiply it 10x!! If people thought the Sherlock fandom was insufferable before … ??? *wicked grin*⭐ Doyle copyright COUNTDOWN ... oh yeah! ⭐ Days since last HAITUS began ... (eheh) 😭

⭐ Sir Arthur Conan Doyle ⭐ Originally published 56 short stories in The Strand magazine & 4 printed novels including the Sherlock Holmes character!

⭐ Fans ⭐ Have created over 426+ pastiche Sherlock Holmes books; 250+ film adaptations; 7 radio programs; 25+ video games; and over 113,200+ Works on AO3 (not to mention the Wattpad, FanFiction.net and other fan spaces!)

Sherlock Holmes is widely considered to be the first modern fandom, creating some of the first fan fiction as early as 1897!

So don't be surprised if your knowledge of Sherlock is more fanon than canon! 😎

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267 notes - Posted September 3, 2022

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My ✨️#1 ✨️post of 2022

What If I'm Not (Continued ...)

In confessing to Sherlock why he's not o.k., John thinks he will push away the one person he loves and cares about most ...

For how could such a confession not?

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285 notes - Posted June 7, 2022

(Makes me so happy this is my #1 post of the year!!! @fluffbyday-smutbynight !)

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[nimata-beroya]

It's Friday night, so I'm still on time. Today's the turn to revisit another one-shot with the boys! Especially Cross and Tech. Featuring a little angst, a little whump, and the promise of deserved payback 😆

I hope you enjoy it!

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon), Star Wars - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Words: 1152 words

Relationships: Crosshair & Tech (Star Wars: The Bad Batch)

Characters: Tech (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Hunter (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Wrecker (Star Wars: The Bad Batch)

Additional Tags: No Romance, Brotherly Love, Whump, Whumptober 2021, Day 3, prompt: insult, prompt: who did this to you?, Bullying, Minor Injuries, Blood and Injury, Blood, Tech Whump (Star Wars: The Bd Batch), Protective Crosshair (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Protective brother Crosshair, Star Wars X-tober Extravaganza 2k21, swxt 2k21, The bad batchers as cadets

Series: Part 3 of Star Wars X-tober Extravaganza 2k21, Part 4 of Good Soldiers Follow Orders, Good Brothers Disobey Them

Summary: The life of Crosshair and Tech in Kamino as cadets has never been easy.

TOMORROW IS A GOOD DAY FOR SOMEONE ELSE TO DIE

Tearing his gaze away from the datapad on his hand displaying the stats of his most recent session in the shooting range, Crosshair scowls at Hunter and Wrecker when the latter asks where the last member of their squad is. The novelty of Tech being the last to return to their bunk quarters every night after a day of endless training is nonexistent.

“I don’t know, but he should be here soon.”

Crosshair doesn’t know to whom Hunter tries to convince more, himself or Wrecker. His tone of voice lacks conviction.

“It’s only ten minutes to curfew,” Wrecker says, glancing at the chrono on the wall. “If he’s caught out of bed, he’ll be in trouble.”

Crosshair leaps off his bunk bed on the top and lands smoothly with a thud next to his batchmates. He takes out of his mouth the toothpick he’s been chewing and says, “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

He prides himself in the nonchalance of his words, not letting anyone know that he also worries about Tech. He has noticed that Tech has been pushing himself harder than ever. Those damned longnecks are demanding of him to learn more and faster, to use his superior intelligence to solve impossible problems. Tech hates disappointing them. Failing means to be subjected to medical tests and experiments to figure out why the flaw occurred and how to improve his abilities.

Crosshair’s comment is received as expected. Hunter gives him a peeved glare. Meanwhile, Wrecker bristles and barks, “Yeah, well, I don’t wanna Tech to be punished for it.”

“Low your voice,” Hunter shushes him when several other cadets look their way from the other side of the barracks.

Crosshair shoots angry darts at the regs, promising retribution if any of them dares to comment on either Wrecker’s loud voice or Tech’s absence. His batchmates might try his patience more often than he’d like, but what Crosshair can’t put up with is the constant bullying that they’re objected to by the standard clones because of their genetic enhancements.

Most of the regs fidget under Crosshair’s glare, some of them get uncomfortable enough to climb on their beds and call it a night. Only a couple are bold and stupid to withstand the heat. They whisper between them, sending sneers at him. Crosshair can imagine what they’re saying. The same insults that he and the rest of his squad hear every day in the mess hall and corridors.

The sad batch.

The defect squad.

Freak droidmeat.

Crosshair tosses the toothpick away with an angry flick of his fingers and starts forward, just to be stopped by Hunter, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Where are you going?”

Crosshair shrugs off the restraining hand, giving a stony glance at Hunter. “I’m going to find Tech.”

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[ao3feed-piltovers-finest]

I've Never Liked Boys

by newwwwusername

Caitlyn is very not straight

Words: 170, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Pride Month 2023

Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Caitlyn (League of Legends), Vi (League of Legends), Tobias Kiramman, Jayce (League of Legends)

Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)

Additional Tags: Episode: s01e08 Oil and Water (Arcane: League of Legends), during the time gap with the bed scene, Lesbian Character, Lesbian Caitlyn (League of Legends), Sexuality, Coming Out, (sort of?), Caitlyn realizes she is in fact not straight, Vi is just here for the ride (double meaning), Feelings Realization, Tobias and Jayce are only mentioned, Caitlyn and Jayce are Siblings (League of Legends), Blushing, Neurodivergent Vi (League of Legends), Neurodivergent Caitlyn (League of Legends), (if you squint), Flirting, Pride Month 2023, Prompt Fic, Wordcount: 100-500

from AO3 works tagged 'Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)'

[coochiequeens]

Transwomen are no threat yet the transcult is sending bomb threats to two professors

Two Spanish psychologists are under siege by violent trans activists at one of Spain’s top universities following the release of their book critiquing gender ideology. 

In February of this year, Drs. José Errasti and Marino Pérez Álvarez published a book titled Nobody is Born in the Wrong Body: The Success and Misery of Gender Identity. The book was intended to provide an academic critique of queer theory, and refutes current transgender trends in medicine and psychology as a byproduct of postmodernism. 

Immediately after the release of the book, Errasti and Álvarez began receive disturbing threats from trans activists across Spain.

At a conference for the book held at the University of Palma in April, a photo of Errasti and Álvarez with death-like crosses over their eyes was circulated by activists looking to brigade the event. The conference was ultimately cancelled due to the overwhelming threat of violence. 

Later that same evening, multiple police vans had to protect the entrance of a book launch at the Casa del Libro in Palma de Mallorca, but that event was similarly cancelled due to the risk.

Another event for the book at a store in Barcelona was met with similar threats, and also had to be cancelled after police informed Errasti and Álvarez that activists were intending to set the bookstore on fire. 

But a fresh wave of terror has erupted at the Complutense University of Madrid (UCM) this past week, where graffiti has emerged around the Faculty of Politics buildings threatening violence against “transphobic professors.” 

While neither psychologists are currently teaching at the school, the threats were written on the pages of Errasti and Álvarez’s book.

Threatening to burn “TERFs at the stake” and leave bombs under the cars of gender critical professors, some of the signs have been marked with the slogan “the Inqueersition” — a clear reference to the group of powerful institutions within the Catholic Church established in the 12th century to punish heretics.

On October 27, a trans activist group claimed responsibility for the signs, issuing a short Twitter statement that the action had been prompted by the discovery that Errasti and Álvarez’s book had been stocked in the University’s library. 

The Asociación TransMariBiBollo (LGBTI), which loosely translates to the Trans-Sissy-Bi-Dyke Association, wrote on Twitter: “We are tired of transphobia on the part of the teaching staff and the UCM. We want all transphobic books out of our libraries and an end to hate speech on our campus.”

LGBTI had reportedly taken out all copies of Errasti and Álvarez’s book from the library and destroyed them in order to make the signs.

Despite the often-violent nature of the disruptions, Errasti doesn’t express much concern for his safety, and instead points to a Streisand effect taking place.

“Every time there has been an incident, it has caused a significant increases in book sales,” he says. “In fact, the highest moment of book sales occurred as a result of what happened in Barcelona, ​​where our book trended as the 4th best-selling book in Spain in all categories for about 24 hours.”

Trans activists in Spain are notoriously aggressive, and have frequently used threats of death or violence against political opponents in the past.

Earlier this year, a trans rights organization in Basque, Spain began releasing a series of disturbing videos in which balaclava-clad activists read off disturbing statements while standing in front of a trans-pride flag, obviously in the styling of a terrorist group. OZEN!LGBT members used a voice changer while appearing to call for the gender identity clinic at the University Hospital Cruces to be burned down. 

The activists were dissatisfied with the service at the clinic, but did not elaborate on why.

In 2021, a corpse-like effigy of Spain’s then-Deputy Prime Minister Carmen Calvo was strung up from a tree in the Plaza 8 de Marzo in Compostela ahead of International Women’s Day. 

Calvo had become a target for trans activists after she signed a Socialist Party statement criticizing gender self-identification, and voiced concerns over transgender legislation.

By Nuria Muíña García Nuria is a news contributor and the head of Spanish translation for Reduxx. Nuria is a passionate advocate for the rights of women and girls, and seeks to connect feminists across borders. A Spanish native, Nuria currently lives in Switzerland.

[thealieninhiding]

What A Year! 2022 in review - Part 1

A year of self-discovery, found fanmily, new favourites and new fandoms

My (a)sexuality and Legends Of Tomorrow

A random discussion in Nov 2021 with my (queerphobic) aunty reminds me of a comment my youngest sister made years ago which prompts me to investigate asexuality. It sounds like me but not sure I understand it idk, still have to think about it. I’ve gone back and forth over the years, am I straight, bi, a late bloomer, broken, is it my autism?

I don’t think of it about it again until Legends of Tomorrow 7x10 The Fixed Point airs, I truely cannot overstate how much this meant to me. While my cursory glance at asexuality left me wondering but confused this on the other hand; understand myself so much more, I feel seen, I don’t feel broken. Stuck in my throat are the words “that’s me,”, words I still can’t seem to say. I don’t know if my mum who’s watching the show with me understood, I don’t know if she saw my tweets later but I still can’t say the words, I don’t know why. I want to look more into asexuality but am still depressed so I don’t do it right away.

The penultimate episode of Legends of Tomorrow airs and I watched most of the episode thinking this would make a beautiful ending if the last episode fixed a few different things (a better end for Zari, real!Alun, etc) then I would love it as a series finale. I always worry about Legends of Tomorrow come renewal time. Then finale of Legends of Tomorrow airs; I love it but it completely fucks with the ‘I’d be okay if they ended here’ vibe I was getting from the previous episode. I take this and Booster Gold’s introduction to mean they are confident in renewal. I do contemplate if a little fan editing on the last 2 episodes could make it a conclusive ending. Which if I had the skills and equipment I would still like to do. When Legends of tomorrow is canceled I take to twitter to campaign.

It’s my first pride month knowing I’m ace. I up my #SaveLegendsOfTomorrow tweet game focusing on the amazing queer rep. I start to interact with the other campaigners but I’m shy. I look more in to asexuality something still seems to not fit. I find that many ace people IDed as bi or pan before finding out about asexuality. I also learn about the split attraction model and oriented aces. I find a new label that fits me biromantic. But I am still trying to reconcile my experience with those shared by other ace people, there’s still something missing, something that doesn’t line up with most others stories I read. I finally find what I am looking for, the missing piece, while lurking on reddit someone explaines what aegosexual is and these parts really clicked:

A disconnect between a person's self and the target of their arousal. Fantasising but envision people other than themselves, and/or view it in third person – as though they're watching it on TV, rather than imagining it in first person, through their own eyes.

Predominantly—or exclusively—fantasize about fictional characters or celebrities in place of people they know personally. Described like a spectator who enjoys sports, though has no desire to participate in the game itself.

-from The Asexuality Handbook and Sexuality Wiki

And like the last 2 labels I’m validated. And I finally make sense. Pride month comes to an end and I am whole.

The WBD merger and the subsequent cancellations leave me demoralised about saving Legends but I’ve found a fanmily I don’t want to give them up. When James Gunn tweeted out recognition of the campaign it gave me back my hope but honestly throughout it all the fanmily has be such fun I have thoroughly enjoyed goofing of with them, my year would not have been the same with out them 🫶. I also owe them for getting me to watch A League of Their Own.

EDIT - 1 week Later: ohhh okay yeah I’m aegoromantic too. So I’m Bi Aroace (Aego) and I made flags

ALOTO

After seeing this show in my tl constantly for 2 weeks I finally watch A League of Their Own. HOLY SHIT!!! I think I’m in love 😍 This show has changed me.

I instantly loved everyone, each character’s intro was brilliant, especially Max and Clance’s it really let you know the characters and that the show isn’t going to whitewash history and will also centre black voices. This show should be taught as a how to do representation in period pieces and on how to remake a film in to a series, centring marginalised voices, intersectionality, the underground worlds where they created for themselves, not shying away from the discrimination and violence but also showing the joy that people managed to carve out for themselves. The trauma and the joy beautifully interwoven.

Carson and Max’s dual stories complemented each other, showcasing the stark contrast of how a black woman and a white woman could interact in the world and showing how individual a queer journey is. Max and Carson’s stories have so many parallels, they are at different times polar opposites, mirrors, and echos of each other. Each at a different point in their journeys as both baseball players and as queer people. By utilising parallels the show drives home it’s themes; found family, following your dreams, determination and perseverance, being true to yourself. The most beautiful example of the parallels, the stark differences and the wonderful way the show’s storytelling is interwoven and intercut is of course episode 6, this has been analysed to death of course so I’ll leave that to the others.

Greta is an amazing complex character, her feminine mask, her anxiety and fear, her true self under the mask and walls she carefully maintains underneath the anxiety and fear. She didn’t want to fall in love, she didn’t believe she could love again, she wouldn’t let herself love again, wouldn’t let herself or someone else get hurt. But even constantly reminding herself that Carson was married, using it was a way to distance herself and to push Carson away, reminding herself that they only have the season, telling herself that she can’t, that she shouldn’t, she falls in love. When Joey is hurt and traded her flight instincts kick in, they usually leave at this point, they wouldn’t even let it get to this point, but of the course of the season Jo has found something, something worth sticking around for, and deep down so has Greta, but she is too scared she has to run, she can’t see someone else put away, she can’t be put away.

Shirley’s (aka me) arc was fantastic, I am 100% on board with OCD hc (also on board with autistic Carson hc), her fears that she would catch the gay was an ever present reminder that even among friends it’s not safe. She trusts Carson above all else, her reaction of betrayal and fear when she finds out about Gretson was terrifying and sad. I wanted her to accept it, to understand, I was praying she would sign her name on the wall, a sign it would be okay. The pay off of her questioning every fear she ever had was perfection.

Clance (aka my fictional BFF) is the funniest most wonderful person, she supports Max with all her heart, she will fight to the death for Max. She is pure and amazing. Just like Shirl her attitudes towards queer people are ‘of the time’ I think it was a great choice to have the characters that love and support the leads be some of the loudest queerphobic voices, showing how complex people can be and how complex navigating in the world is. I hope. Clance will be as open minded as Shirley.

I could go on, I love this show so much, I am afraid that it will be canceled, this year has not been kind in that regard.

[chiefmcclane]

I posted 666 times in 2022

That's 522 more posts than 2021!

71 posts created (11%)

595 posts reblogged (89%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@buge

@okiitos

@kineticpenguin

@st-just

I tagged 206 of my posts in 2022

#pentiment - 19 posts

#chainsaw man - 11 posts

#spy x family - 11 posts

#halo - 10 posts

#wh40k - 5 posts

#warhammer 40k - 4 posts

#warhammer - 4 posts

#pride and prejudice - 3 posts

#halo the series - 3 posts

#everything everywhere all at once - 3 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#there's lots of legitimate reasons to not like the way that police work but if you come at it from a misunderstanding or from being lied to

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

when the baron brings up Martin Luther during dinner at the abbey

[everyone disliked that]

24 notes - Posted November 27, 2022

#4

Reasons to love Pentiment:

1. Accessibility: the game has about 100 NPCs but never once did I have to struggle to remember them because the game has a full glossary and on-screen prompts that show you their portrait to jog your memory.

In a game that takes place in the Renaissance, your personal ignorance on history doesn't matter because you press a button on highlight words and get a two sentence history/religion lesson on them

2. Narrative weight: your choices matter. Every single one of them. And if they don't matter, the game still makes you feel like they matter.

3. The narrative hits like a truck and sticks with you even when you are not playing. It's not a spoiler to say that it's a murder mystery, and after I had made my accusation, I spent the next two days IRL thinking about what I could have done differently and if it would have mattered

4. It's absolutely beautiful. The most creative and refreshing art style in years, and with good reason

5. No microtransactions. No silly skins or emotes or any of the garbage that has tainted the last several years of video games. Pentiment is a passion project from an AA/A (Obsidian would be either AA or AAA depending on who you ask) game studio and it looks like it's going to be honored and not shitted up with mtx.

In conclusion please play Pentiment and make memes and discussions I want to see everyone else's take on it

64 notes - Posted November 27, 2022

#3

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#2

my favorite part of Everything Everywhere All at Once was the Chekhov's Gun: the IRS lady's awards.

If in Act I you have a buttplug sitting on the desk, then it must go up someone's ass by Act III

765 notes - Posted April 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Behold the most jarring, contextless push notification I've ever received

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[phlebaswrites]

Akatsuki Allies

Summary:

The Akatsuki are a group of misfits.

But they mean well.

Modern AU.

Rating: Gen Fandom: Naruto Relationship: Hoshigaki Kisame/Uchiha Itachi Word Count: 1212 (Complete)

Written for @konoha-pride​​ and the prompts ‘Found Family’, 'Coming Out', and 'True Colours'.

Also for @momo-ceros​ and @dumbblossom​ who asked for the Akatsuki celebrating Pride and throwing a party for Konan who recently came out and for trans Nagato.

Blindfolded as she was, Konan tucked her hand into Itachi's elbow and let him lead her through the crowd.

"Do not peek please, Konan," Itachi had to raise his voice to be heard over the sounds of the people around them, something she knew he didn't enjoy doing. "Nagato was very insistent that this be a surprise."

If she could have, Konan would have rolled her eyes.

Of course she knew where they were, she owned a fucking calendar. And, if that wasn't enough of a give away, the noise level would have been.

She might have been a bit late to realising her own sexuality, but she wasn't an idiot.

Still, her friends were making an effort, something they did little enough of, so she should at least let them try. So she let Itachi pull her to a stop and waited as he carefully removed the cloth around her eyes. "Welcome to Pride, Konan.”

He looked proud of his part in arranging this absurdity, so she looked around in order to prevent herself from laughing in his face. "Where is everyone else?"

Itachi pointed at a group of men wearing leather pants. "Hidan." And yes, she could see him now, stripped to the waist and putting on a harness.

Why, she had no idea, but as long as he was enjoying himself...

"I can see Deidara too.” She never worried about Deidara, he could take care of himself. The way he was currently squirming into a frilly dress while a drag queen cooed over him made her certain that he would be fine.

The one that she was really worried about was Kisame. "Where is your better half?"

Itachi blushed a little. "He went to get water."

Konan pursed her lips. "He's probably been cornered by now and needs rescuing."

"Almost certainly." Itachi nodded. "I plan to seek him out as soon as you join Nagato."

"Then, please, take me to our fearless leader." Her voice was sarcastic, but she couldn't help it.

Of all the people to arrange something like this, Nagato was simultaneously the least likely to do so, but also impossible to dissuade. Pride was something that he'd never have gone to on his own. It was almost - almost - sweet that he'd done it for her.

Somehow, she was utterly unsurprised when Itachi headed for the closest bar, and climbed up the stairs and onto a balcony.

There, around a table, with their typical drinks of choice, were the three members of their little friendship circle who she knew would not enjoy the crowd. Trust Nagato to arrange a little retreat for himself, only for Sasori and Kakuzu to join him.

At least they were smart enough to leave her a seat.

She let herself fall into it and kicked off her boots, shoving her feet into Nagato's lap.

He gave her a dirty look but allowed it as she smirked at him. The lack of personal space was one of the privileges of knowing each other since childhood.

"Where's my drink?" she enquired sweetly.

Sasori pushed a glass towards her. "Here. Nagato ordered it especially."

She stared at it, and then at Nagato. "You have to be joking."

Her voice was flat, but Nagato winked at her anyway. "Not at all. Drink up."

Somehow - she had no idea how - the drink had been carefully layered in black, purple, grey, and white liquids, all in a shot glass.

Fine.

If Nagato wanted to joke, she'd play along.

She grabbed it and downed it in a single gulp, and then slammed the glass back onto the table. "Blech." She grimaced and stuck her tongue out. "Now. Someone bring me a beer.”

Read the rest on AO3!

[mplchameleon]

LGBTQIA+ Youth Summer Series: Weekly Prompt, June 28

Reminder: You have through Friday to submit content! Details on what type of content to submit are here.