#and then forgetting i got my own drafts and inbox to do.

[mutatiio]

and if i add nebula and scott summers,, what then??

[alaskan-wallflower]

I saw your post about Sodapop having asthma and that’s why ponyboy can’t smoke inside, do you have any more hcs about that? I love it 🫶🫶

this one has been sitting in my inbox for a bit i’m so sorry 😭

i feel like pony avoids smoking in his room regardless because he tends to be a bit of a neat freak with his things but he keeps his ash tray and a pack of cigs in his room for whatever reason. i feel like one time he just straight up forgot soda had asthma and got stressed doing homework one night and started smoking and he heard soda whimpering and sharply inhaling and pony started freaking out. darry was pissed because not only did pony smoke in his room but he also sent soda into an asthma attack-i kinda feel like that was pony’s final straw because that happened post book and it’s kinda symbolic of how his smoking habit isn’t just hurting himself but it’s hurting those around him. the church fire revolves around his smoking. soda’s asthma attack was due to his smoking. his own health was rapidly declining because of his smoking…and that’s when pony finally gave it up. it was a journey, darry and soda were with him and pony asked darry to keep his cigarettes in his room. he certainly didn’t quit cold turkey but by the time he’s in college he doesn’t smoke nearly as much and he’s a lot healthier because of it.

i feel like the curtis dad was a big smoker…..and that’s kinda how pony was introduced to it? in my headcanon the curtis dad was drafted in world war ii and obviously had some ptsd and trauma he needed to work through…he tried to keep it away from his family because i headcanon mr curtis as more of the fun and goofy dad and he didn’t want his kids to be affected by it but pony definitely walked in on it and picked it up as a kid. but regarding soda…i feel like soda’s asthma was a lot worse as a kid, it’s still pretty bad but it’s somewhat manageable now (he’s forgetful with his inhaler but thankfully steve always carrie’s one (five) on him because soda just forgets it at home and sometimes if a car breaks down the smoke can harm him…tangent, sorry. but i feel like they found out when soda was really young and walked in on his dad smoking and physically could not breathe. his dad thought it was because of the smoke and not the asthma but when five year old soda started turning blue they knew it was much much worse…i also feel like it can be triggered by weather. like if it’s really cold out and soda is outside for a while he’ll come back in having a. hard time breathing. it worries the gang but he’s fine. he just needs to catch his breath. it’s another reason pony enjoys sharing a. room because god forbid there’s dust and soda starts wheezing he’s right there to help his big brother. he’ll lay his head over soda’s heart too because it assures him soda is okay and can and is breathing at that time.

hope these are good!

[shannonsketches]

Can I just say I love how you can be somewhat critical about certain things about totk without completely and unnecessarily trashing it and even adding humor. I wish more people were like that.

Aw, thank you! I'm just trying to make sure folks feel safe to enjoy things here (as long as, yknow, the respect goes both ways).

I definitely used to be someone who would trash stuff unnecessarily, and I'll always credit a mutual (although I did forget their handle,,,I'm so sorry) I had at the time for just letting me go on a long rant about why something bothered me and went, "That sounds really personal, but that got nothing to do with this." And all at once I realized I'd been projecting my needs/wants/expectations onto other peoples work (commercial or otherwise), and holding strangers responsible for serving me, specifically! Which is an absurd thing to expect from anyone!!

And sometimes I still forget the world doesn't revolve around me, glorious me, and I have to go back and apologize and do my mental health homework to figure out why I reacted a certain way, and why I took something so personally. But it's been really helpful to try and do the homework first, or type that whole salty take up and delete it or draft and review it again in the morning, before you make a stranger (or a friend!) feel bad or unsafe with you for the crime of enjoying something you didn't (which I have done, many times, and feel very bad about).

Plus, I've learned that if you're someone who is always analyzing and critiquing things, those moments can be really good practice for (respectfully! privately! in your own space! not on that stranger's post! not in that poor dev's DMs!) considering what you might have done differently, assuming you had the same parameters and resources available. I find this is especially good practice if you plan on entering a creative field! I promise you get a lot more sympathetic with how things turn out when you force yourself to dream within a budget and a deadline.

(also being nice to professionals is good practice! Some of them are jerks, true, but 99% of devs artists designers directors etc are just doing their best under a ton of stress and pressure to make everyone happy, and they're usually really proud of what they're able to accomplish, and they are absolutely not getting paid enough to deal with the comment section)

Once you let go of that need to be Correct and have control over stuff that isn't about you, you end up having a lot more fun and a lot less limitations for playing in the sandbox, and with other creatives! Plus you learn about yourself, and what your priorities and tastes are. You become a better story teller and collaborator when you can not only find but actively look for the good in things you may have completely dismissed as a kneejerk reaction to not liking something about it.

And again, I'm definitely still an ass, a lot more often than I'd like to be. I still struggle with that need to be Correct and to have complete control over my sandbox. I still get defensive and have to navigate rejection sensitivity when someone's idea contradicts mine. I definitely understand the reactivity when something means a lot to us, and it takes practice to share when you're used to being protective! But it's so, so worth it.

You meet such amazing people and find such wonderful, supportive communities when you embrace two cake theory. I highly recommend making an effort to expand your perspective and be a part of that support.

Supportive Community Pro-Tips from a Fandom Old Guy:

You don't have to adopt a theory to enjoy or appreciate it!

If someone's takes upset you, just block them. It's okay.

Don't critique someone's work unless they ask for critique

Don't RB someone's work with negative/contradictory comments, just make your own post

DO freak out in the tags/comments/inbox if you like something

Obviously don't wish harm over ships/headcanons/etc, just block!

Remember someone else's work is not about you

Remember someone else's work is Not About You

Are they experiencing a thing? Are they sharing their experience with you? That's a gift! Treat it like one!

Elitism is a mind killer. Newer ≠ Lesser, Older ≠ Greater. We all have stuff to offer and we all have stuff to learn.

and if I may impart the most important thing I've ever learned in fandom:

BE NICE TO EACH OTHER, WE'RE ALL JUST MAKING STUFF UP!

Thank you for the lovely message and for letting me ramble I'm!! Sorry this got so long and preachy, haha

[hellshottestluxury]

Thank you very much for taking a peek at my rules! If you have any questions or need any sort of clarification- please, let me know!

GENERAL RULES

RESPECT MY BLOG, and I'll respect yours. If you've read anyone's rules page you know this one. Respect me, I'll respect you. Don't control my character. Don't metagame. Don't be a dick. Don't use me JUST for a meme source, there are pages for that. I don't currently have a 'don't reblog memes from me' rule. Don't make me set one like I have in the past.

DON'T decide my muses stuff. Some may have history with certain muses. I don't assume how YOURS interacted, don't just shove mine into your idea of how you want my muse to be. My muse is mine. Their actions are theirs. DON'T say "Well this happened to my character, so they don't like yours." Make sure mine did or would at least do that. Please. I've had this issue and it completely killed that muse's inspiration for me.

YOU DON'T NEED TO MATCH LENGTH however, please at least... try? I don't want two lines to my four paragraphs. Please meet me part way. The occasional mismatch is fine, I just mean if I regularly write three to four times more than you... it'll be hard for me to keep interest.

TRIGGERS I don't have any that I require tagging. I will try to tag known triggers, if you need anything specific please feel free to ask and I will try to keep up with it. ( Tags will be set up like this: trigger cw )

SPICY/18+ THREADS will be tagged with nsfh (not safe for heaven) and any additional tags if needed.

I RARELY DROP THREADS so... if I missed it, tumblr probably ate it. I probably didn't mean to, so just shoot me a message. I try to use rpthreadtracker but sometimes I miss adding them or forget to check. I'm also okay with you hitting me up to refresh what we've got going on if it's not sitting well with you.

MY MUSES ARE NOT YOUR PUNCHING BAG and they won't be. Some are powerful, some just aren't interested and will leave. They're not going to have you just verbally or physically berate or injure them. ( Unless we have talked about it and plotted, in which case ignore this. )

FEEL FREE to just drop into my inbox, dms or send a meme. I'm here for a reason and that reason is to RP!

TALK TO ME OOC I really just find those I talk to always work out better plotting and inspiration wise.

BLOG SPECS

MULTIVERSE - Yes! Everyone is in their own verse unless discussed otherwise.

MULTISHIP - Same as above.

POLYAMORY - As long as all parties are fine with it, let's go. Open relationships fall here.

OC FRIENDLY - This feels obvious, but I love OCs. Gimme. Please. <3

NO CROSSOVERS - I'm sorry, I don't really feel like I'm super interested in these. Half the time I don't know the other verse. If you have a hellaverse, sure. If you exist kind of outside of it we might be able to talk. But for the most part I'd prefer to keep it to Hellaverse muses, HB/HH OCs, and characters with a hellaverse variant.

POST QUEUE Sometimes? I don't always use it but if I fall behind or get too many piled in drafts I toss things into a queue to post one or twice a day and work my way through them.

DUPLICATES OKAY! If it's for my muse, that'll be entertaining, if it's for yours I'll always try to set up different dynamics between different muses.

DNI

MINORS, this blog is 18+ only. Mun is 30+ and not interested in interacting with children. This blog will also have mature themes. By nature of the show being full of them, and I will likely write mature themes as well. Please, do not interact if you are under the age of 18.

THE REGULAR DNI Do not interact if you you're homophobic, transphobic, terf, pedo… etc etc. You know the drill. Thanks.

[dracowars]

a little update

hi! uhm.. i don't even know how or where to start this after basically just disappearing without a word so i'll just start with: hey, i'm still here! i didn't want to leave, it just happened..

so much was and still is going in my life that i just didn't have the time to be active on here. unfortunately, that hasn't really changed and i feel incredibly sorry about that. this blog was my safe space for a long time, but life just got too overwhelming at some point and i couldn't enjoy anything anymore. either way, i couldn't be more grateful for everyone who is still reading my fics on a daily basis and leaving all the love on my blog in general - i love you all 🫶🏻

this post is supposed to update you on what will happen with this blog in the future and what has been going on in my life. the latter will be at the end so i don't force you to read it!

most importantly: this blog is very dear to my heart and i want to start writing again soon. i really missed the daily routine of writing a few words and i want to get back into it but i genuinely can't promise anything. there are still a few requests in my inbox but i don't even know if these people still want me to write their requests since it's been ages and they probably don't even remember. i don't really know what to do about that :( i also have a lot of unfinished drafts with my own ideas and it just got really overwhelming ngl

another reason i didn't enjoy writing as much anymore is also the liking/reblogging/commenting system of tumblr. as a writer, it simply sucks to 'only' get likes when we all know that reblogs are what pushes fics. as a reader, i usually don't reblog every single thing i read either or i just forget so i'm torn between those two sides and genuinely don't know what to do. i don't write and have never written to get the most likes/reblogs, i write because i want people to feel safe, to escape reality for at least a few minutes and because i enjoy it. but in the end, appreciation for what i write is also important in some way..

either way, i'll try to figure this out soonish and hopefully post a new fic in the foreseeable future 🥺 i missed it so so much

so, what has been going on in my life since i stopped writing? well, i'm almost done with my studies (which is fun but also scary) and i literally have only been breathing and living for university. it was a lot. it still is a lot to be honest but at least i can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel! yayy

when i did have time to myself and allowed myself a break, i grabbed a book or watched a movie/show. i finally got to read some of the books i wanted to read for ages (a court of thorns and roses, king of scars, etc) and i reached my goal of reading 50 books last year and currently i'm at 18 books for 2024!

i also watched a few new shows and movies like dune 2, damsel, challengers or the hunger games and the one piece and atla live action, derry girls, and - what probably took in my whole life at this point - house of the dragon and game of thrones!!! i can't believe i finally watched game of thrones after all these years, it still feels surreal. and listen, i'm OBSESSED. i watched it with my best friend who has seen it 10+ times and we started with house of the dragon (can't wait for season two!!!) and then went on with game of thrones and OH MY GOD. it's just so so good, i love it so much and can't believe i missed out on it for all these years. i know it's unbelievable but i went into it with basically 0 knowledge and only minor spoilers i have seen over the years so the impact was incredible. the whole experience was absolutely amazing and i will definitely rewatch it! my favourite characters are jon (what a surprise), sansa and tyrion <3 oh, and i love alicent and criston in hotd, i'm 100% team green~ who would have thought that now i of course want to write something for jon snow and maybe even some other characters from got/hotd, we'll see!

also, i can't believe the european championship is starting on friday and what do you mean it's happening in my country??? i'm so excited, can't wait to watch all the matches!!

i think this is enough for the little update. i genuinely hope that i will be able to write & post something soon and that i can finally turn this blog into my safe space again 🫶🏻 ily

[illogarithmil]

To your comment on my post; Yeah, WtA is not a game about werewolves. The first draft of it was, but the devs found it too similar to Vampire and not really fun to avoid becoming a werewolf. Hence the animistic version we got. The utter IRONY of it all with W5, is that W5 is trying to be that mythical/movie werewolf game. But since it has to be WtA, it can't commit. If they had just made W5 into its own thing focusing on mythical werewolves? It would have finally given people an ACTUAL werewolf game AND made the game stronger.

For sure! Sorry, no idea how long this has been here and I do not remember exactly what I originally said, I almost always forget my inbox exists 😅 but I totally agree. I feel a bit the same with CtD's Fae, to be honest - it's kind of odd/annoying that WoD has three of the big 5 splats being played pretty straight with some additional internal detail and then two which you'd have to significantly rewrite (or replace with their CofD versions) to have the "classic urban fantasy" setup.

[itsfirecat]

20 questions for fanfic writers tagged by @graham-cracker-guillotine I'm so sorry I missed this for like 2+ weeks XD. I forget I have a tumblr except for those few moments every few months when I spam reblog a bunch before crawling right back under my internet rock.

How many works do you have on AO3?

67! (Which is wild to think about, considering I've written all of them in the last two and a half years I think?)

What's your total AO3 word count?

I'm still a little astounded by this, but it's 203,676 as of December 15th 2023

What fandoms do you write for?

I largely write for DC at the moment, though I regularly write crossovers w/ Marvel, and I've got a not insignificant amount of Danny Phantom, White Collar, and Criminal Minds crossover fics too

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Falling Like Dominos (2363 kudos, Gen, a DPxDC crossover fic I wrote for DPDC week in 2022)

2. In the Pits (1914 kudos, Gen, again a fic I wrote for DPDC week 2022

3. Echoes of the Past (1755 kudos, Teen, More DPDC crossover stuff, but this time in 7 chapters)

4. Without a Compass, Without a Map (1452 kudos, my current longest fic, and main WIP, Teen, A Marvel/DC crossover, Tim Drake/Peter Parker)

5. Mass (1230 kudos, Gen, White Collar x DC crossover, Birdflash)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I haven't really in a while. Not because I don't want to, but because I look at my inbox and I feel overwhelmed XD. I really just need to set aside an hour or two sometime and go through to respond to them all. University has been eating a lot of my time this year.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I really don't end up writing a lot of angst, and when I do I really like making sure I know they're all going to be okay, but I think of my finished fics (because there's one I know the ending is going to be angsty as hell for, but that's yet to be written XD). But if I had to pick something from the limited selection I have, I think I'd choose Legislation, which is a White Collar x DC crossover fic, though I think you could argue it's bitter-sweet rather than angsty.

What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Happy endings in a fic are hard for the opposite reason that angst was XD. I have so many. But right now I think if I had to pick a favorite I'd have to go with my most recent fic, Sunflower, just because I'm still really happy with how that one. It's Superbat, and just pure fluffy getting together.

Do you get hate on fics?

I've had one or two, but tbh those comments were so cartoonish they made me laugh before I deleted them. In general my readers are pretty great, and I'm really happy with where I am in writing and posting online.

Do you write smut?

Not normally, I have one smut fic posted, and another floating in my drafts, but it's not normally what I go for. I like tooth rotting fluff most of the time, and being ace-spec I always feel like the "how do you do, fellow kids" meme when I write smut XD.

Do you write crossovers?

So many XD. So so many. I mean, all my top fics are crossovers, I think that speaks for itself

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of, but if anyone happens to see my stuff floating around outside of Ao3 please give me a heads up, I'm proud of the work I put in, and don't really want others just taking it and claiming it as their own.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I haven't, mostly because it's not something I'm generally comfortable with. As someone who grew up bilingual, I'm keenly aware of how much meaning can get lost in translation, and while I'd be flattered if someone wanted to put in that tremendous amount of effort, I would struggle with not being able to check that the intent behind the words stayed the same.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I haven't, and tbh I don't think I'd be too great at it. I have pretty strong ideas in my own head for where I want something to go, and I'm not always the best team player XD.

What's your all-time favorite ship to write for?

There's too many fun ships to pick from, I really enjoy switching it up and trying different things. Such is the curse of a multi-shipper I fear.

What's A WIP that you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I- I'm not sure. I know I have so many ideas in my notes for my Marvel irondad fic series, and while I really do want to still execute all those (especially because it was those fics that got me to posting my work in the first place), my brain is too deep in the DC headspace to write anything purely Marvel at the moment.

What are your writing strengths?

I like to think that I'm pretty okay at setting up story lines, and hinting at/building up towards a finale. I see people try to guess where my plot is going to go later on in the fic, and it always makes me happy when people are able to guess accurately. Ideally I don't want a reader to read a decision I make at the end of any of my fics and be confused as to where the idea came from, I want there to be things readers can find when the go back and read for a second time that they missed before.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I get pretty wordy, especially in moments like this when I'm also doing a lot of academic writing (because I kind of need to be). I'd also like to work more on my dialogue, and I'd like to get better at planning/plotting my fics before hand and gauging how long they'll be before I start.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I think it's okay if it makes sense, and you can still understand the fic without knowing what the dialogue says. I've done it for Tony and Peter, and had them speak to each other in Italian, but I usually did that more-so to show familiarity and comfort, what they were saying wasn't particularly important (and it was also in part so I could practice my own Italian XD)

First fandom you wrote for?

I think it depends? First on Ao3 was Marvel. First in posted fanfic was years ago on Wattpad, and a PJO/HP crossover fic. And before that back when I was like 11 I wrote Harry Potter fanfic without knowing what fanfic was.

Favorite fic you've written?

Picking a favorite fic feels a little like being asked to pick a favorite child. I think I don't have a definitive favorite, and how much I like any of my fics really depends on the day, my mood, my headspace, and any number of other invisible and unknowable factors. But I think for the purposes of this, I'm going to go with either, Assuming Makes an Ass out of You and Me, which is a White Collar x DC crossover fic, Gen, with minor JayRoy, or Half a Secret which is a Criminal Minds x DC crossover, Teen, and was one of my longest ever writing projects when I posted it.

Now to pass this along (though feel no pressure to do this if you don't want to ofc) @cassandrasdreamworld @notherdeadrobin @marirah

[mustbefated]

Thank you very much for taking a peek at my rules! If you have any questions or need any sort of clarification- please, let me know!

GENERAL RULES

RESPECT MY BLOG, and I'll respect yours. If you've read anyone's rules page you know this one. Respect me, I'll respect you. Don't control my character. Don't metagame. Don't be a dick. Don't use me JUST for a meme source, there are pages for that. I don't currently have a 'don't reblog memes from me' rule. Don't make me set one like I have in the past.

DON'T decide my muses stuff. Some may have history with certain muses. I don't assume how YOURS interacted, don't just shove mine into your idea of how you want my muse to be. My muse is mine. Their actions are theirs. DON'T say "Well this happened to my character, so they don't like yours." Make sure mine did or would at least do that. Please. I've had this issue and it completely killed that muse's inspiration for me.

YOU DON'T NEED TO MATCH LENGTH however, please at least... try? I don't want two lines to my four paragraphs. Please meet me part way. The occasional mismatch is fine, I just mean if I regularly write three to four times more than you... it'll be hard for me to keep interest.

TRIGGERS I don't have any that I require tagging. I will try to tag known triggers, if you need anything specific please feel free to ask and I will try to keep up with it. ( Tags will be set up like this: trigger cw )

SPICY/18+ THREADS will be tagged with nsfh (not safe for heaven) and any additional tags if needed.

I RARELY DROP THREADS so... if I missed it, tumblr probably ate it. I probably didn't mean to, so just shoot me a message. I try to use rpthreadtracker but sometimes I miss adding them or forget to check. I'm also okay with you hitting me up to refresh what we've got going on if it's not sitting well with you.

MY MUSES ARE NOT YOUR PUNCHING BAG and they won't be. Some are powerful, some just aren't interested and will leave. They're not going to have you just verbally or physically berate or injure them. ( Unless we have talked about it and plotted, in which case ignore this. )

FEEL FREE to just drop into my inbox, dms or send a meme. I'm here for a reason and that reason is to RP!

TALK TO ME OOC I really just find those I talk to always work out better plotting and inspiration wise.

BLOG SPECS

MULTIVERSE - Yes! Everyone is in their own verse unless discussed otherwise.

MULTISHIP - Same as above.

POLYAMORY - As long as all parties are fine with it, let's go. Open relationships fall here.

OC FRIENDLY - This feels obvious, but I love OCs. Gimme. Please. <3

NO CROSSOVERS - I'm sorry, I don't really feel like I'm super interested in these. Half the time I don't know the other verse. If you have a hellaverse, sure. If you exist kind of outside of it we might be able to talk. But for the most part I'd prefer to keep it to Hellaverse muses, HB/HH OCs, and characters with a hellaverse variant.

POST QUEUE Sometimes? I don't always use it but if I fall behind or get too many piled in drafts I toss things into a queue to post one or twice a day and work my way through them.

DUPLICATES OKAY! If it's for my muse, that'll be entertaining, if it's for yours I'll always try to set up different dynamics between different muses.

DNI

MINORS, this blog is 18+ only. Mun is 30+ and not interested in interacting with children. This blog will also have mature themes. By nature of the show being full of them, and I will likely write mature themes as well. Please, do not interact if you are under the age of 18.

THE REGULAR DNI Do not interact if you you're homophobic, transphobic, terf, pedo… etc etc. You know the drill. Thanks.

[alattecaffeine]

Thank you very much for taking a peek at my rules! If you have any questions or need any sort of clarification- please, let me know!

GENERAL RULES

RESPECT MY BLOG, and I'll respect yours. If you've read anyone's rules page you know this one. Respect me, I'll respect you. Don't control my character. Don't metagame. Don't be a dick. Don't use me JUST for a meme source, there are pages for that. I don't currently have a 'don't reblog memes from me' rule. Don't make me set one like I have in the past.

DON'T decide my muses stuff. Some may have history with certain muses. I don't assume how YOURS interacted, don't just shove mine into your idea of how you want my muse to be. My muse is mine. Their actions are theirs. DON'T say "Well this happened to my character, so they don't like yours." Make sure mine did or would at least do that. Please. I've had this issue and it completely killed that muse's inspiration for me.

YOU DON'T NEED TO MATCH LENGTH however, please at least... try? I don't want two lines to my four paragraphs. Please meet me part way. The occasional mismatch is fine, I just mean if I regularly write three to four times more than you... it'll be hard for me to keep interest.

TRIGGERS I don't have any that I require tagging. I will try to tag known triggers, if you need anything specific please feel free to ask and I will try to keep up with it. ( Tags will be set up like this: trigger cw )

SPICY/18+ THREADS will be tagged with nsfh (not safe for heaven) and any additional tags if needed.

I RARELY DROP THREADS so... if I missed it, tumblr probably ate it. I probably didn't mean to, so just shoot me a message. I try to use rpthreadtracker but sometimes I miss adding them or forget to check. I'm also okay with you hitting me up to refresh what we've got going on if it's not sitting well with you.

MY MUSES ARE NOT YOUR PUNCHING BAG and they won't be. Some are powerful, some just aren't interested and will leave. They're not going to have you just verbally or physically berate or injure them. ( Unless we have talked about it and plotted, in which case ignore this. )

FEEL FREE to just drop into my inbox, dms or send a meme. I'm here for a reason and that reason is to RP!

TALK TO ME OOC I really just find those I talk to always work out better plotting and inspiration wise.

BLOG SPECS

MULTIVERSE - Yes! Everyone is in their own verse unless discussed otherwise.

MULTISHIP - Same as above.

POLYAMORY - As long as all parties are fine with it, let's go. Open relationships fall here.

OC FRIENDLY - This feels obvious, but I love OCs. Gimme. Please. <3

NO CROSSOVERS - I'm sorry, I don't really feel like I'm super interested in these. Half the time I don't know the other verse. If you have a hellaverse, sure. If you exist kind of outside of it we might be able to talk. But for the most part I'd prefer to keep it to Hellaverse muses, HB/HH OCs, and characters with a hellaverse variant.

POST QUEUE Sometimes? I don't always use it but if I fall behind or get too many piled in drafts I toss things into a queue to post one or twice a day and work my way through them.

DUPLICATES OKAY! If it's for my muse, that'll be entertaining, if it's for yours I'll always try to set up different dynamics between different muses.

DNI

MINORS, this blog is 18+ only. Mun is 30+ and not interested in interacting with children. This blog will also have mature themes. By nature of the show being full of them, and I will likely write mature themes as well. Please, do not interact if you are under the age of 18.

THE REGULAR DNI Do not interact if you you're homophobic, transphobic, terf, pedo… etc etc. You know the drill. Thanks.

[alattesecrets]

Thank you very much for taking a peek at my rules! If you have any questions or need any sort of clarification- please, let me know!

GENERAL RULES

RESPECT MY BLOG, and I'll respect yours. If you've read anyone's rules page you know this one. Respect me, I'll respect you. Don't control my character. Don't metagame. Don't be a dick. Don't use me JUST for a meme source, there are pages for that. I don't currently have a 'don't reblog memes from me' rule. Don't make me set one like I have in the past.

DON'T decide my muses stuff. Some may have history with certain muses. I don't assume how YOURS interacted, don't just shove mine into your idea of how you want my muse to be. My muse is mine. Their actions are theirs. DON'T say "Well this happened to my character, so they don't like yours." Make sure mine did or would at least do that. Please. I've had this issue and it completely killed that muse's inspiration for me.

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[blarrghe]

Hi Blarrghe! 👖 Are you a planner, plantser, or pantser? Is it consistent?

👨‍👧‍👧 Do you tell people in real life that you write fic?

✨ Choose three adjectives to complement your own writing.

wow hello I was absolutely not informed of this ask in my inbox! Thank you! (I'm going to reblog this ask game again now because I completely forget how long ago that was)

👖: I have been all three, but I think "plantster" probably fits best. I have definitely just run with "vague ideas no plans we'll see how far this takes us" before. Those fics sadly just kind of petered out and got left behind. Vibes only get me so far. I've written a couple stories where I had a pretty loose but definitely complete outline before getting started, and those tend to grow and grow but they do get finished. I'm not even really sure what a true planner would look like, I guess having a more detailed outline and like, specific goals before the first draft even starts? Sounds insane.

👨‍👧‍👧: My partner, like, a couple friends. That's basically it.

✨: Funny, thoughtful, grounded.

[daenysx]

i was trying to finish my drafts but then this came up. i'm not sure it's good because it felt a little rushed when i write, but i hope you like it!

my inbox is always open for anything you'd like to share!

my masterlist

not a relationship

modern!aemond knows exactly how to make you feel better. friends with benefits. nsfw.

do it harder. make me forget.

you just want him closer. closer, closer, closer.

fuck me harder. make me forget.

he was right there at your door just a moment ago. you barely remember pulling him inside and kissing him furiously.

he immediately responded with kissing you back with the same pace. your fingers in his perfectly long hair, you pulled it and he made an unexpected moaning sound. apparently he loved the feeling in his hair scalp and you couldn't help your smirk.

you pushed him to your bed, moved to take off his clothes.

"come on, let me take these off." you said impatiently.

"what's gotten into you? fuck, let me help, you don't have to-"

you took his clothes off quickly, until he was lying on your bed, all naked and pretty. "that's what we do, right? we fuck to forget."

he smirked this time. "yes babygirl. that's what we do."

this is not a long story. it's a simple, friends with benefits thing if your 'relationship' fits with the description of it. you both help each other to forget stupid, annoying things in your stressful lives by fucking each other. there is no love, this is purely sexual. purely.

you kissed him again, stayed on top of him. he could only look at you, tried to understand why you were rushing it. you already have all night for yourselves together. he let you do anything you want even if he didn't understand your motives tonight. he let you have him.

"i hate everything."

he lifted his head to look at your face as you kissed his chest. "no, you don't."

you shook your head. "i'm sick of everything, i just want to cry."

you kept kissing his chest when he opened his mouth to speak, it looked like he's thinking what to say.

"where is my strong girl now? she wouldn't say things like that."

you bit his nipple slightly at his words and he winced. "fuck."

"i want to forget. will you help me?"

he nodded. "of course."

he took of your clothes with slow movements unlike yours. your breathing quickened when you felt his fingers on your body.

"calm down. i'll make you forget."

he kissed your belly and moved towards your wet cunt. it was all for him. he slowly sucked your clit, making you shuddered.

"aemond, don't be slow. i want you to do it harder."

he hummed when he sucked your clit and the vibration felt perfect.

"but i think you forgot to say an important word, babygirl."

he was trying to get you there with his teasings, his smirks, and his long fingers as they squeezed your thighs. you fucking loved it.

"please."

he smiled proudly, got on his knees on bed and turned your body easily. you were lying facedown and he adjusted the pillows to make you more comfortable. he caressed your waistline, tried to calm you down.

"little baby, you need to forget everything, hmm? you want me to fuck you until you can't remember your own name. i'll do that, babygirl. just help me."

he lifted your hips slightly and pushed his cock inside you. you moaned deeply at the feeling, he didn't stop. just like how you wanted.

"hmm, yes."

"you like it? fucking perfect."

yes. harder. until i forget.

he holds onto your hips now, all the blood rushing to his cock. he never stops moving, his perfectly sculpted chest is covered with a thin layer of sweat. he finds your clit as you lay down and presses circles on it only to make you come faster.

"mm-hmm. you'll get so tired after this. you'll get sore baby."

you shake your head. "i don't care."

he smiles and moves again. deep, hard, and fast. that's all he does.

"tell me when you're close, okay? you need to tell me."

you nod, still moaning. his name slips from your lips unintentionally, you feel tears prickling your eyes because of the pleasure. he holds you to stay still, hits your g-spot with the tip of his cock relentlessly.

"i'm- close, so close."

he relaxes a little bit, he is right there with you. he slows down, just moves deep and hard now. his fingertips leave invisible prints on your hips. he holds the soft flesh of your ass in his hands, loves how you react instantly as you push yourself to him.

"come for me when you're ready. come, baby."

you cry out one last whimper, your muscles pull him inside you even more, almost trapping him there. he comes inside you, as he always does and the mix of your liquids makes its way down your thighs on the bed.

he stays inside you for a moment more. he knows you're crying, wanting him close. he pulls himself and turns you around. he kisses your chest, your forehead. he lets you cry without saying anything.

"can you- can you stay inside me, please?"

he smiles and nods. "let me lean against the headboard and you can sit on my lap, okay baby? that's fine for you?"

you nod, let him pull you on his lap. he is inside you again and it feels good. it makes you feel grounded and safe. you put your head on his chest and he caresses your hair.

"thank you. can i stay like this for a moment?"

he kisses your hairline, knows how you need affection right now. he is ready to give his everything only to make you feel good.

"of course you can."

you bury your face to his neck, his scent envelopes you. he tries to keep you calm and you try not to move, only focusing on the comfort he gives you.

you feel him slightly harden inside you and when you try to adjust yourself better he makes a little sound.

"sorry." you say.

"it's fine."

he holds you there, you are far better now, at least the tears are gone. your eyes close a little bit and he looks at your face.

"sleepy?"

you nod. "can i sleep like this?"

"you'll feel uncomfortable after a while, baby."

you shake your head. "no, i just- i think it'd be better if we lay down."

he helps you lay down without hurting you and he stays inside, pulls the covers easily, hugs you in bed.

"aemond, if that's bad for you-"

he cuts you with a little kiss. "i like it, sweetheart. it helps you feel better and i want you to feel better, okay? if it becomes bad, i'll tell you."

"promise?"

"promise."

you'll fall asleep in his arms. he'll never leave you, not until you wake up. knowing how good he is makes you feel safe and you don't know if it's love. you don't know what it is besides sex and you can't bring yourself to care.

"why are you doing this when you don't have to do anything?"

he hums quietly. "i always take care of you. that's what we do, remember? we just fucked and now i'm holding you in my arms, that's where you're supposed to be."

"i'm not sure 'friends with benefits' includes hugging. hugging is more intense, you know?"

"we are more intense, sweetheart. if you think i'll leave you alone in the bed without making sure you're alright, then you're clearly thinking wrong."

you snuggle closer to him. "anyway, i like it when you hold me."

"mm-hmm. i like it, too. would you like to talk about that little outburst?"

your sound comes muffled as you talk. "i get too tired recently. i don't know why it happens. i just want to focus on something else. i just want to forget everything."

he rubs your back. "that's okay. you'll feel better soon."

"how can you be so sure?"

"because i'm here, and i'm not letting it go. if you want to forget it's fine, we can do things to help you forget, just the way i know you like. if you want to stay in bed and hug all day, we can do that too." he says.

"you are too good to me."

he shakes his head. "no baby, we have something entirely mutual. you don't know how good you are."

"i want to be good. i want to be better."

"you'll be better. you will."

you nod, his voice sounds too convincing. you close your eyes, try to erase all of your problems related to school and family issues from your mind. it will get better because he is strong and he is here, because he knows you are strong even when you don't think you are, because he knows how to make you feel good.

you don't seek a relationship with aemond targaryen. you only seek comfort he can give you with his body and his mind. he doesn't long for a relationship as well. you are enough. this is enough.

[ravenadottir]

what do you think the viewers/eliminated islanders would think about henrik bringing back blake when mc was loyal during the hell that is casa amor?

ooh, ok, let's talk about that!

edit: (many, many, many asks have been "blocked in my inbox and this is one of them. sorry for the taking so long to answer but my drafts kind of swallowed most of the asks i put here)

eliminated islanders' reaction to henrik switching to blake

hannah. going through what she did (which it was at some level pretty brutal) i can see her sympathizing with mc, even if they weren't close before, to the point of calling the situation "embarrassing and gruesome" about mc having to watch henrik come back holding hands with someone new. "we saw what blake was all about and i'm afraid henrik made a terrible mistake. hopefully he realizes it sooner rather than later."

rocco. he would rave about connections and defend henrik. "the guy went to love island to find love. you forget that the whole point is to find someone who better suits you than just staying loyal to someone you don't see a future with." to which followers and the public who watches the show would be pretty radical about.

"coming from the guy that went behind a girl's back to every single one of the girls to try and stay in the house."

he would block and delete every comment but eventually would have to change the subject and stop projecting onto henrik's decision.

lucas. yeah, no, he's definitely saying/posting things like "nooo, rik, what are you doing???".

i would argue lucas' opinion on it roots in his own attraction towards mc, after all he's supposed to be "the one that got away" therefore he rates mc high. watching a close mate doing that to the girl he likes might make him angry, but not enough to say the truth publicly.

no, no, he would hide his real feelings as much as he could, especially if he knew returning was an option.

the public. it absolutely depends. we know the producers edit things the way they see fit, and judging by the show i think blake would've been the villain in the edit.

there's no possibility of watching the villa in a 24/7 scheme like they do with big brother, so i reckon the producers are showing strategy conversations between shannon and blake, and emphasizing how "dumb and gullible" henrik is.

they love doing this, particularly to guys that are a bit naive.

the public would be divided because half of them understand what blake had to do if she wanted to stay, the other half says "well, if you don't have a genuine connection then you shouldn't get the chance to stay."

i can see a few people twitting things like: "so, blake said everything he wanted to hear? and did everything accordingly to how he likes a girl to act? couldn't she just... i don't know... be herself?"

overall the viewers would be having a twitter war over henrik bringing her back, and defending mc, which i feel like it's the main reason why she became so popular moving forward.

[phoebe-delia]

Hi Phoebe! May I please ask for #15 from your song prompts list? ☺️

El, hello!! @3lvendork I am so sorry this has taken so long. I don't forget about the prompts in my ask box, and I'm lucky to have quite a handful between my inbox and my drafts, but I wait for inspiration to strike and the timing to be right for each one so I can give it my best. Still, apologies for the wait!

So, this song is "cardigan" by Taylor Swift (shocking, I know). For those who may not know, this song is part of a trilogy story on the album "folklore." It's a love triangle, with three songs each from the perspective of a different character, and I'm going to follow in that lead and do a little trilogy of my own! I've already done the one for "august." That being said, you don't have to have read the "august" fic for this to make sense, but it is taking place in the same universe, as will the eventual "betty" fic. Enjoy! cw: struggling marriage (not Drarry).

He's prettier than me.

It's okay, I know it's true. He's just pretty, with his aristocratic cheekbones and storm-colored eyes and unblemished skin; I'm covered in freckles, and I've got acne scars on the round cheeks I inherited from my mother. He's lithe and slender, and I'm stockier, my hips full and curved. And just because he's prettier doesn't make me ugly—please don't be so patronizing as to assume that I need your validation, nor am I trying to deflect so you think I'm trying to be strong.

I don't have to try to be strong; I already am.

That's the difference between him and me; well, one of them, anyway. I don't need you as motivation to be courageous. It's in my blood, in my voice, in my eyes. I am strength, and that's what you love about me.

I thought that would be enough. I thought that summer you spent with him was the last of your savior complex burning itself out before you were ready to be with someone who didn't need rescuing. And maybe if it had been anyone else, that would've been true.

Honestly, I should've known it would be different with him. You've always been different with him.

Growing up, I had to prove that I was tough, resilient, in a house full of older boys. I had to show them I was just as fast, as powerful, as smart. And yet, there's something about being the younger sister that means I'll always be a step behind in their eyes, no matter how many miles ahead I really am.

Maybe you really were too much like my brother for us to be together in the way I want—wanted. Maybe you'll always see me that way: speedwalking to keep up, trying to hide my panting breaths through snarky retorts. Because it didn't matter how many boys in your year I dated, or Quidditch matches I won, or times I kissed you first. You have six brothers, but I'll always be the closest thing you have to a little sister.

I knew that the promise of legally entering my family would be enough to bring you back to me, and I'd hoped the connection we'd had before the war would be enough to keep you there. I think it was—it is. We loved each other fully, for a while. I remember long talks on sunbathed sidewalks, nights full of takeaway and stupid films on the couch, kisses under the mistletoe, and snowball fights at the Burrow for Christmas. We fixed up your parents' old place in Godric's Hollow. Ron and Hermione come over for dinner once a week. We have a crup that we just trained to piss outside. We have jobs that make us happy to leave the house every morning and a home worth returning to. There's even a book of baby names on my bedside table.

But that doesn't stop you from glancing around the room at Ministry events to seek out the shock of white-blond hair. You'll let yourself be pulled into his orbit as much as the tether to my side will allow, but your eyes, your mind, your devotion comes back to me, ever faithful. Even if your heart is elsewhere.

Should I wait it out? Should I play the part of the oblivious wife who doesn't notice her husband's wandering eyes? Or should I live up to my promise to myself to never lose my nerve, tap into the force I keep in my blood, my voice, my eyes, and hurl the truth at your feet? Show you how strong I really am?

Maybe I'll just wait until one of us runs out of love first. Who will get there first? Will it be you, tired of pining away and wracked with guilt, sliding the divorce papers across the table for me to sign? Or will it be me, tired of trying to make you love a version of me who probably never existed in the first place, watching you desperately want someone who I can tell not only loves you but also needs you? It'll be a race to the end, in a contest with no winner.

I'll see you at the finish line, Harry.

I have a playlist of my 99 most listened-to songs of the year so far. Pick a number 1--99 and send me an ask and I'll write you a fic based on it!

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

let me be your ruler.2

Warnings: guns, dubcon, noncon, handjob.

This is a dark! fic and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Pairing: (dark!mob!) Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You try to forget about Peter but he won’t forget about you.

Note: I hate that I am the way that I am. I wanted to keep this to two parts but you know me. 

Anyways, I’m excited for this and hope you are too.

Hope you enjoy it. Thank you. Love you guys!

Please leave some feedback, like and reblog <3

Drowsy in the afterglow of sex and alcohol, you fell quickly into a deep sleep. You didn’t even change before you sank into bed. You hardly recalled the elevator ride up or stumbling into your apartment and tripping around the shadows to your room. It was only a fractured journey from the car to your mattress.

You woke as your phone vibrated under your pillow. You must have buried it there before passing out. You groaned and rolled over as you dug it out. There were several notifications next to a single name; Peter. You thumbed through each message; written in the same tone as his voice. Demanding, without question.

‘Great night, Princess.’ ‘We’ll do it again Saturday.’ ‘Wear something nice.’ … The messages escalated smoothly from doting to commanding. It jolted you back to the night before, the way he seemed to just thrust you through the night. The dress, the drinks, the men, the guns…

You sat up, your panties crooked on your hips. You muttered and swiped away the messages. You weren’t seeing him again. You couldn’t. You had stuck your toe in too deep already. It was best to nip these things in the bud. Not to let yourself get dragged in so far you couldn’t see the surface. 

Peter was more than mysterious; he was dangerous.

You went to the kitchen and waited for the machine to grind as the scent of coffee filled your heavy body. You drank too much, did too much. You still felt Peter’s hand between your legs. It made your chest tight and your head spin. You looked down at your body, the red dress wrinkled and askew.

You left the coffee to brew and retreated to your room. You tore off the dress and your panties. You pulled on a cotton shirt and loose pajama pants. You stormed back into the kitchen and shoved the clothing in the bin. You snatched your phone from the counter and swiped up the lock screen.

‘Sorry, I don’t think this is going to work out.’ You typed. Your hand shook as you hovered over send. You heard Halle’s door and you pressed your thumb down. You looked up at her before you pulled up the block option.

“How was your night?” She asked as she inhaled the aroma of your morning ritual.

“Eh, you know, another dead end,” you pushed your thumb down and the conversation disappeared. “Just not my type.”

“Really?” She whined. “He seemed so nice. And he liked you so much.”

You blackened your screen and placed your phone face down. “Well, you know, things don’t always turn out.” You shrugged and pulled out a mug, “You want some?”

“Are you at least going to tell me about it?” She pouted. “And yes, lots of sugar.”

You poured her coffee and handed her the sugar dish. You frowned at how much powder she scooped into her cup but it was her most endearing trait. She knew what she wanted and she didn’t care what anyone thought.

“Uh, well, it wasn’t anything special. He took me to a party but… I don’t know. What kind of first date is that? Take me somewhere I don’t know anyone…” You ran your finger around the rim of your cup. “Maybe when I was younger but now.”

“You sound like such an old lady,” she snickered, “Oh my god!” She stood straight, “Are we old?”

“I am, but you’ll always be young at heart, Hal,” you rolled your eyes.

“So you’re not going to try a second?” She prodded.

“I don’t think so,” you cradled your mug, “He… hasn’t even messaged me back.” 

You hated lying but Halle had gotten you into this mess and you knew she’d harp on you for not even giving Peter a chance. But you had. He wasn’t what he seemed and you didn’t want to stick around and find out what exactly he was hiding.

“What?” She huffed. “Well, fuck him then.” She sipped from her coffee and her lips curved as she swallowed. “Wait, did you…”

“Hal, come on,” you snipped.

“Oh, fine, but you know, maybe if you got laid, you wouldn’t be so uptight.” She teased.

“Not this again,” you groaned and slid your phone off the counter. “You know what, I got work to do.”

“Uh huh,” she hummed as you turned to leave, “Work. When did you get so old and boring?”

“One of us had to,” you called back over your shoulder, “And we both know you’re never growing up.”

✨

Your phone was pleasantly still for the rest of the day. You felt a twinge of guilt having blocked Peter but then you recalled the men and their holsters. You found your mind drifting away from your work and your fingers hovered over the keyboard as you thought back. 

The company he kept added to the uneasiness in your chest. Steve was friendly but arrogant. The way he looked at you, the way he spoke to you, what was it he introduced you as, “Peter’s girl”. And that man, Bucky. He didn’t seem too fond of Peter but the way he’d grinned at you, as if he knew something you didn’t. Well, he did, they all did. Your head stormed as you tried to figure out their secret.

You shook off the curdling paranoia and hunched as you squinted closer at your computer. You made yourself focus as you skimmed the tight font and added your suggestions in the margin. You sent off your edited draft as your stomach groaned; empty and churning from the acidic coffee.

You grabbed your phone and your mug as you stood. You checked the time. Almost noon. You grumbled and went back to the kitchen, thankfully empty as Halle had left for work an hour ago. You set your cup down and expanded your notifications. A single phone call from a private number and a new follower on your mostly empty Insta.

You opened the neglected app and hit the notification. The profile was emptier than yours. the profile pic was just black and there were no posts. The name gave you no hints as it was obviously generated by the site. 

You went back and a comment popped up on the picture of your and Halle at last year's winter market. ‘Gorgeous, Princess.’ You read and reread the two words as you leaned against the counter. You bit your fingertips and went back to the mysterious profile. You hit ‘block’ and locked your phone.

Surely, he’d get the hint sooner or later. It was one date and the man seemed to have no trouble with women. He’d move on and you’d both forget about that off putting night. You just had to wait him out.

✨

A week rolled by as you kept yourself busy with your work. The phone calls stopped after the first day and you had no more peculiar alerts awaiting you. Your plan had worked. It wasn’t exactly the best; it was a bit cowardly, actually. Yet, knowing how Peter was and how ‘no’ seemed beyond his vocabulary, you had more faith in your evasion than his understanding.

As the weekend approached, Halle convinced you to come out with the girls. You had eluded those opportunities for the past year as you found yourself disillusioned and disinterested in the club scene. You felt as if you were aging out of it and seeing all those fresh-faced coeds assured you of it. Even so, the girls liked to dance and in their words, you need to ‘let loose’.

You couldn’t disagree. You had been on edge and the mounting emails in your inbox didn’t ease the stress of everything else.

With a pre-drink burning a whole in your stomach, you pulled on a pair of flats as your bag hung across your chest. You were comfortable but not stuffy in your tight jeans and the bright pink top with the criss-cross straps. You felt pretty good and the vodka made you optimistic.

You headed down to the street and caught a cab. The dread evaporated the closer you got and as you pulled up to the front of the flashing club, Molly and Desiree waved at your approach. The four of you joined the line as you searched out your ID.

“So,” Molly said, “Halle told us about your little date!”

“Date?” You blinked. “Oh, yeah, that didn’t pan out.”

“Of course,” Desiree scoffed, “That guy was so cute though.”

“Yeah, he was nice, but we just didn’t…”

“He’s ghosting her!” Halle interjected, “Didn’t even text the next day, ugh.”

Halle crossed her arms and you nodded. You weren’t going to correct her, you didn’t need the other two piling on about your dormant love life. You came out to have a good time, that’s what they promised you, and you didn’t want to think about the night that still stood so vividly in your mind.

As you stepped up to the bouncer, he barely looked at your card. You were almost offended as he waved you through and carded the next party more closely. You glanced around at your friends but they hardly seemed bothered. Well, only Halle had reached that big three-o with you, and the other two girls still had a year or two to go.

Madonna’s voice pumped from the speakers as you neared the bar. You looked around at the streaming lights and the bodies shadowed in the strobe. You were surprised you recognized the song and you nudged Desiree as she waited for Molly to order the first round.

“What’s up with the music?” You asked.

“It’s retro night! Duh! Just for you!” She giggled and you elbowed her harder.

Molly turned and passed out the plastic cups with their thin straws and you followed Halle to the low stage where the smoke machine billowed. You coughed at the taste of the fog and sucked on your straw. You began to sway as the other girls led the charge. You could help but be enlivened by the deep base and the energy all around.

As you danced, the girls yelled back and forth about their recent drama. Desiree’s date had been more successful than your own, Molly was certain she was in love with Charlie? You still didn’t know. And Halle was just riding the vibe.

You finished your drink and the other girls stacked their cups in yours before you crossed the stage to leave the garbage on the table just beside the platform. 

You looked over at the bar, pondering another, and your eye was caught by a figure who seemed out of place. The cut of his suit, the way he leaned on hand on a stool, and the intense gaze sent in your direction startled you.

You blinked and stumbled over to the single step down to the floor. You pushed through the bodies, nearly tumbling as a tipsy guy crashed into you. You got to the bar and looked up and down it. Girls waved their hands to get the bar tender’s attention and guys sidled up to them. 

Bucky was gone. It was him. Maybe the air was filled with smoke and the lights were flashing like a siren, but you were certain. Why was he there? How had he found you among the city? Among the reverie in that club? Why had he been watching you? And where had he gone?

You went to where you’d seen him and searched the perimeter of the bar. You went back through the club and slipped past those just getting in. You tapped on the bouncer’s shoulder and he grumbled before he turned and bent to hear you. “What is it?”

“Did you see a guy in a suit leave? Dark hair and--”

“There’s a lot of people here,” he shrugged you off.

You snarled and turned back. You got ahead of the flood of new arrivals and fought your way back to the three girls on the stage. As you walked up, Halle pouted and grabbed your elbow. “Boo, we thought you were getting another round.”

“No, no, I…” you squirmed and tried to get back into the rhythm, “I had to use the restroom.”

“Well, how about now? Wanna refill the tank?” She jibed.

“Uh, sure,” you picked at the purse. “Be right back.”

“Make mine a double,” Molly called after you. “Thanks.”

✨

Despite drowning yourself in alcohol, you barely slept and when you did, you were back in the club, staring at a man you never expected to see again. You wondered if maybe you’d imagined it or if Peter had sent him after you or if it was someone else and you were just tipsy and blind. Whatever it was, you couldn’t shake the foreboding that followed you into the next morning.

Your Saturday was painful and lazy. You spent your hangover on the couch and barely saw Halle as she cowered in the dim light of her room. You fell asleep there and dragged yourself to bed just before nine. You really were old, or at least, getting there.

Sunday slapped you in the face after another night of disjointed dreams. Peter and the room full of men, Bucky at the bar, and static in between. Responsibility called you from your mattress and you cleaned up and dressed for your weekly trip to the grocery store. 

As you came out, Halle was glaring at her phone. “What’s up?” You asked as you shoved your wallet in your purse. “You coming to the store?”

“I got called in for one.” She pouted. “Tell me why I fucked that asshole?”

“Shit, Hal, I’m sorry. Well, I’ll just do the shop myself.” You frowned, “Let you get ready to deal with all that.”

“It’s all because he fucking texted me on Friday and drunk me decided to reply and then… urgh, why do I do this?”

“I don’t know why you’re asking me?” You grinned.

“Oh, please go before I throw this at you,” she shook her phone, “And don’t forget my oat milk.”

“Whole milk?” You asked as you slipped your shoes on, “Got it.”

“Don’t,” she warned.

“Alright, alright. Hopefully I catch you before you go,” you stood and grabbed your keys from the hook. “Have fun with Mr. Bossman.”

“Shut up,” she buried her head in her hands, “Oh my god!”

You tried not to laugh as you left. You felt bad for her as you didn’t know what you’d do in her situation. Looking for a new job had been her first thought but the market was never very good and the man who was driving her away, wasn’t exactly a shining reference.

You took your usual route to the grocer. You had your list on your phone and loaded your cart. You filled the reusable bags and set off for a very inconvenient subway ride home. Your arms screamed as you carried the load up your street and struggled to find your keys at the door. The elevator was too slow and you ended up hauling it all up the stairs. You were out of breath as you got to your apartment.

You turned the knob just a little and kicked open the door. You stomped in and dropped the bags. “So, I got your damn milk--” You stopped short as your voice collided with Halle’s. She was already dressed for work but her braids were still loose. She stood behind the couch as she talked to your unexpected visitor.

“Oh, there she is,” she said snappily, “I wouldn’t blame her for kicking you out but I’ll leave it up to her.” Halle turned to you, “Look who’s here. Only took him a week to come around.”

“Hal,” you said softly as you set the bags down. “What--” You lowered your voice, “Why’d you let him in?”

“So he can apologize to you,” she huffed loudly and passed you to close the door, “Don’t you worry, I still gotta finish getting ready so you have lots of time to hear him out.” She looked at him sharply.

“Really, it’s…” You gulped as you peeked over at Peter. He sat calmly in the chair as he watched you. “Yeah, okay.”

She marched into her room and as her door closed, you reluctantly approached the back of the couch where your roommate had just stood. You stared at Peter, uncertain what to say. You hadn’t been prepared for this; for him to be there in your apartment, your home.

“Peter,” you ran your hands over the couch cushions.

“You lie to everyone you know?” He asked. “As I recall, I’m not the one who’s been… ‘ghosting’, as your friend says.”

“I…” You shifted and picked at the seam, “Look, I told you it wasn’t going to work--”

“You barely gave me a chance. Gave us a chance,” he said as he pushed his legs apart. “That’s hardly fair.”

“Well, you know, I have work and it’s just not a good time for me right now.” You sniffed. “I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings, but--”

“Ha, princess, I don’t hurt so easy,” he smirked, “Why don’t you sit down and we can talk properly… finally.”

You scratched your brow and cleared your throat. “I don’t think we need to do that.”

Your voice trailed off as Halle opened her door again. She swept out and you waited as she scooped her purse off the counter and sidestepped the groceries still sat on the floor.

“Gotta go,” she sang, “I’ll see you after work.” She stopped by the door as she wiggled into her heels, “Let me know how you deal with… him.”

“See ya,” you said quietly and watched her go. You looked back at Peter slowly as he chuckled.

“What did you tell her about me?” He wondered.

“Nothing. Really.” You said. “I have your jacket. You want it back--”

“Sit,” he gestured to the couch. “We’ll worry about that later.”

“No. Peter, please. I’m just not interested, okay?”

“You seemed pretty interested in the car,” he purred, “Seemed real interested.”

“I…” You looked at the wall and squirmed. “I didn’t ask you to do that.”

“You were asking for it in that dress,” he intoned. “Now,” his movement drew your eye as he reached into his jacket, “I don’t like playing things like this.” He pulled the pistol from its holster and rested it on the arm of the chair, his hand firm on the handle. “Please, sit down. Let’s talk.”

You stared at the gun. Your blood burned hot and you felt blindly as you came around the couch and dropped down. Your eyes never left the muzzle. Would he use it on you?

“Oh, princess, don’t you worry, I’m just getting comfortable.” He taunted. “Now, I’ve been tryna figure out where I went wrong. I got you a pretty dress, I took you to a nice party, I fed you champagne, and I even gave you a little dessert,” he mused and his lip curled, “So I gotta confess I’m confused as you why you’ve been hiding from me.”

You were paralyzed. You clutched your knees and gritted your teeth. You didn’t know what to say. You’d convinced yourself that you’d never see him again. Your method was tried and trued, at least, when it was used against you.

“Don’t be afraid. You can tell me. I really would prefer the truth.” His finger slid along the short barrel as he spoke. “So?”

“I… Peter, I don’t think that we would, uh, work out. Look, I don’t like guns and…” Your lashes fluttered, “I don’t really know that I wanna be around someone who carries one. Not too mention, your friends--”

“My friends. Princess, your mine. They won’t touch you.” He raised his chin. “They’re not that bold.”

You were silent. Your heart pulsed loudly and you took a breath. You stood cautiously and crossed your arms. “Peter, we talked. I told you my reasons. I think you should… go.” You said as firmly as you could.

He laughed again. His cheek twitched and the smile fell away from his face. He rose slowly and turned his gun to tuck it away under his jacket. His eyes never left you as he did.

“You really want me to go?” He asked.

You nodded and held your breath. “Yes.”

He threw his hands out and clapped them against his pants. He shook his head and crossed the room. You turned to watch him as he passed and suddenly, you were thrust towards him. His hand was on the back of your neck as he pulled you against him. He held you tightly and you felt his gun poking through his jacket.

He grinned, his lips only an inch from yours. “I’m going, princess, but not without you.”

“Let go of me!” You struggled with him. “Get off!”

“Princess,” he warned as his fingers dug into your neck, “Settle down.”

“No, I told you to go.” You hissed as you grabbed his wrist. “Please.”

“Let’s get this straight,” he said, “You don’t tell me what to do. Even if it gets me hard.” He crushed his lips to your suddenly and you wrestled with him, your teeth grazing his lip before he pulled back sharply, barely escaping a bite. “You don’t wanna do that.”

His hand went to your chin and he looked you in the face. He rubbed his nose against yours and growled. You beat on his chest and he squeezed tighter.

“Shit, let’s not just rush out of here,” he released you, “You should get those away before they spoil.”

He stepped back and placed his hand on the front of his jacket, where his gun was hidden. You gaped at him and your eyes flitted to the door.

“Ah, don’t worry, we’ll be on our way soon enough,” he said, “So long as you hurry up.”

You swallowed and he moved with you as you went to the bags. He blocked the door as you pulled the straps apart and began to unpack shakily. You dropped a can and it rolled along the floor before he stopped it with his foot. He kicked it back and leaned an elbow on the door frame.

You picked it up with several other cans and went to the cupboard. You snapped the door closed as you felt around the drawer with your other hand. You heard a click and looked to Peter as he aimed his pistol at you. He tilted his head. 

“Don’t do that,” he intoned as your hand lingered just inches from the knives inside the drawer.

You went back to the spread of groceries and tried to ignore him as you put everything in its place. As you bent to fill the crisper, he purred, a sizzly ‘princess’ under his breath. You finished up and packed the bags one into the other. You left them on the counter and again, he put his gun away.

“Princess, let me tell you something,” he gripped the door handle, “I don’t take that out without using it very often so don’t press my patience.” He turned the knob slowly, “I’ve waited on you long enough.”

✨

The car ride was tense and long. Peter drove you uptown and you watched out the window helplessly. You rubbed your palms together nervously as they dampened with sweat. He’d taken your phone when you reached for it. He tossed it and it was somewhere on the floor.

He drove past the condos and the walk-ups and continued on nearly the exact path he’d taken on the momentous night. Another grand house awaited you but you remained in the seat as Peter climbed out. He opened your door and still you didn’t move. He reached across you to unbuckle the seat belt and grabbed your arm. He jerked you out onto your feet and sighed.

“Peter,” you begged, “What’s going on? Please, you’re scaring me.”

“Princess, have I done you wrong?” He asked but you didn’t answer. “I won’t hurt you.”

“You’re hurting me right now,” you wriggled your arm and he shoved you ahead of him.

“In,” he demanded as you stumbled up the rounded steps. “Now.”

You opened the door and stepped inside. You crossed the marble floor of the foyer as he directed you from behind. He followed at a pace, close enough that you couldn’t flee. Even if you did, you wouldn’t make it far.

“Pete,” the voice startled you and you stopped at the bottom of the wide staircase. Bucky stood in a doorway to your left. His gaze moved from you to Peter and back again. “I didn’t realise you brought company.”

“You’re still here?” Peter snipped.

“Was I supposed to leave?” He sneered. “You got me and Steve running around and you’re gonna kick us to the curb.”

“You don’t look very busy to me,” Peter growled and neared to rest his hand on your lower back. He leaned in and whispered in your ear. “Upstairs, turn left, the room at the very end. I don’t like hide and seek, you got me?”

You nodded and looked at Bucky again. His mouth slanted knowingly and his tongue poked out for just a moment. You turned up the stairs and left Peter behind. You reached the top and listened for a moment to his muffled voice.

“You and Steve do your fucking job and leave me alone. Understand. I don’t want to be bothered.” Peter snarled.

“Oh, I wouldn’t wanna be interrupted either,” Bucky snickered. “Not with her.”

“Go,” Peter barked. “Now.”

“Ay, you might be Tony’s man but you still gotta watch yourself,” Bucky warned. “This little arrangement isn’t gonna last forever…”

You went to your left and to the door at the end, like he said. You entered and couldn’t help but gasp at the immense bedroom. The black and white decor was expertly matched in marbles and exotics woods, plush velvet and polished sconces. You couldn’t help but admire the luxury.

You didn’t close the door. You glanced around dumbly and stood in one spot as you feared you might break something. You wrung your hands as you heard the steady footsteps and you spun as Peter entered. He looked even more agitated as he cracked his knuckles.

“Sorry about that, Princess,” he said, “Now where were we?” His eyes roved the room as he thought, “Ah, yes, an apology.”

“Apology. I…”

“Should I close the door?” He raised a brow, “You’d be surprised how sound carries in here.”

You frowned and he laughed as he swung the door shut. He neared you and bit the tip of his tongue as he considered you. His brown eyes bore into you and you took a step back. He stayed near and caught your wrist. His other hand fumbled with his belt and he let out a slow breath through his nose.

“Princess, I’d love to treat you how you deserve but you gotta be good to me too.” He pulled on your arm and twisted as you tried to resist. You hissed and he pushed your hand against his crotch. “I don’t forgive easy but I’m sure you can change that.”

“Don’t... don’t make me do this,” you uttered.

“Oh, but princess, you did this,” he pressed your hand around his bulge. “You take care of me and I’ll do the same.”

You parted your lips to argue and he grabbed the back of your head. He kissed you roughly and guided your hand to the top of his boxers. He slid your fingers under the elastic and urged you on, wrapping your fingers around his dick with a groan.

He squeezed until you gripped him firmly. He led your hand up and down as he held you to him, his hot breath filling you as it picked up. He forced his tongue into your mouth and you clawed at his jacket as he kept your other hand around him. He parted from your mouth at last and pressed his cheek to yours.

“Keep going, princess,” he purred as he slowly withdrew his hand from around yours. “You don’t wanna use your hand, I might think of something else.”

You quivered and slid your hand up and down his length. He nuzzled your neck and nibbled as he moaned against your skin. You could only move your hand as you stood against him stunned and rigid. He gripped your waist as you felt him tense and he murmured hungrily.

“Oh, princess,” he breathed and pushed his pelvis against your hands as he came. 

You felt the slick heat seep down your hand and slowed until he was breathless. He stilled your hand with his and carefully eased your hand from his pants. He stood straight and eyed your glistening fingers.

“Shit,” he swore as he caressed your cheek, “You made a mess of this suit.” He dropped his hand to the front of his pants as he smiled. He inhaled and pushed his shoulders back. “I forgive you, Princess.”

[ducktracy]

Thoughts on the SJ2 trailer?

FIRST OFF, this has been sitting in my drafts since June, and this ask was sent in APRIL… but my thoughts pre-SJ2 still align with my opinion post-SJ2 100%

oh gosh that came out in early april right this shows you how long i’ve let this rot in my inbox. ‘TWAS INTERESTING! it didn’t particularly rock my world, but i think that’s because i have such a specific preference for the way that these characters are handled so i think i’ll attribute my reaction to that rather than the movie as a whole. but either way...

i saw space jam for the first time when i was 18, (watching it in my college library... and now i’m a drop out. coincidence?) so i don’t have that nostalgic connection that most people seem to have, so i may not be as hyped for the movie as everyone else. to be honest i keep forgetting it’s a thing that’s coming out! but it looks like it’ll be FUN, so that’s good. porky looks cute in CG :)

i do wish they got eric bauza to voice bugs and daffy though (August edit: he indeed does voice Daffy and i didn’t realize this before)—and maybe he does in some multiverse part of the movie, who knows—jeff bergman is great but LTC has definitely spoiled me in terms of voices and design. i keep forgetting that jim soper’s designs for the character’s aren’t really the norm. spike brandt is ridiculously talented and i have nothing but respect for him, but i’m not a big fan of his designs. again, though, you can chalk that up to me being so picky rather than that being a flaw of the movie itself.

either way! i’m definitely going to watch it, it doesn’t really appeal to my tastes but that’s my own headache. i’ll be interested to see how it all plays out with the warner bros multiverse. and will porky say he pissed himself in this one too? only time will tell (August edit: he did not 😇)