#and then he came back and returned the braincell to jay

[citadelspires]

gonna do some more chipposting when my head is back in the game but for now I feel compelled to say abandoning his 39 stealth roll just to pet the hypervicuous cat man is maybe the worst move anyone has ever made chip why

[universesrising]

[collapses and dies as my hands disintegrate off my body]

i finally have plot for this au! which means i can properly introduce it

the entire plot is as follows, for those interested in a literal wall of text. idk what happened here. i went feral and the writing braincell came out halfway through. but here you go:

lost lightning is an au where long ago, an old master of lightning disappeared from ninjago, taking their element with them. no one knows where they went, no other master of lightning appeared, it was completely gone. years later, wu gathered the other masters of creation, all but lightning who, of course, never appeared.

the au goes along as basically a sort of “ninjago but without jay”, up until season 4. chen, needing lightning for his spell, obviously needed a way to get it. so how does he do this? well, clouse, with knowledge of the other realms from his studying of magic, manages to open a portal to the first realm, the realm of dragons, where the two planned to capture one such dragon to use its power of lightning to complete the spell. at this point, chen had all the other elements at his disposal, so that paired with clouse’s magic gave him a pretty good chance of succeeding at this.

the current ninja plus wu, of course, couldn’t let him do this, so they used traveller’s tea to follow him through to the first realm. while there, they encounter one of the residents of the first realm. not a dragon, but a distant relative of one known as a scavenger. scavengers have access to the elements, but theirs is a limited power, not nearly to the strength of a master or the dragons themselves. after a trade, which scavengers are known for, he can later be seen following the group, but they don’t think much of it as he isn’t a threat, and makes no move to meet again.

by the time the group finds chen, he’s already in the process of capturing a dragon. before they can do anything about this, a spear nearly hits chen, the owner of which being the scavenger. he is not happy about the dragon being attacked, since scavengers have a good relationship with dragons, and so he rushes into the dragon’s defense. however, chen takes interest in him since he happens to wield the very element he needs, that of lightning.

unfortunately, our good friend the scavenger doesn’t last long in the fight due to the loss of his spear. even utilizing electric bombs, he eventually gets cornered and is forced to resort to shooting pure lightning at chen - something scavengers can not do. though he defeats chen with the unexpected move, everyone else has a sudden realization.

the element of lightning’s been in the first realm all along, and he’s the current master.

but they get chen’s staff and their elements back from it, and the time comes to return to ninjago. but, well, they found the master of lightning, who is very much important. problem is, it’s revealed that he... doesn’t actually know he’s the master of lightning.

scavengers aren’t really known for their communication skills, most don’t know how to talk, and those that do speak only a few words with unfortunate grammar. needless to say, stories don’t hang around for long. so how exactly did lightning get passed down to the scavengers?

well, when that master of lightning from so long ago disappeared, they actually were sent to the first realm. there, they befriended a scavenger, who helped them ssurvive in the harsh desert. when the master got old, they ended up passing their element down to that scavenger, so it wouldn’t be lost. and that scavenger passed lightning down to their children, and it eventually reached the one we’ve met today.

it’s obvious who it is, even if it took him a bit to remember his name. they aren’t exactly important in scavenger culture, at least not past childhood. but he is jay, the master of lightning.

and he wants to see ninjago. he’s curious about it, and there’s not much to do in the desert except survive, anyway. so he joins them, and leaves the first realm.

the story doesn’t end there. although jay doesn’t become a ninja, he does tag along on their adventures. his skills gained from living in the first realm come in handy a number of times, even if ninjago is much different than what he’s used to. he learns a few things, and the others learn about him.

the series continues, but much different than we know.

[iliumheightnights]

Bird Set Free | Ben Florian x Male Reader

Fandom: Descendants Pairing: Ben Florian x Male Reader Summary: A jealous Audrey comes after Ben’s boyfriend.

A/N: Another co write with my amazingly talented friend @inhumanshadows​. If you haven’t checked them out what are you waiting for!? …

Ben had caught your eye the moment you stepped out of the limbo from the isle.

You were one of the first vk's to arrive in Auradon.

At the time Ben was dating Audrey so you didn't think you had any chance.

That changed after the big turney game when he asked you privately if you wanted to go on a date with him.

That shocked you first off because he was a prince/future king and you were a villain kid.

Secondly you were a guy. You hadn't expected Ben to be into guys.

You said yes of course. Who wouldn't want to go on a date with Ben.

The date went great and you enjoyed it.

During the whole coronation debacle, you helped Mal and them stop Maleficent.

Once everyone was unfrozen, Ben pulled you into a kiss in front of everyone.

That was a surprise to everyone, but who was going to challenge the king and his boyfriend who just stopped maleficent? No one that's who.

While Adam was shocked he wasn't disappointed and Belle was really supportive of you two.

Ben's parents were your biggest supporters. "Love is love."

While the kingdom had accepted you two relatively easy, one person did not. Audrey.

You had a feeling Audrey wouldn’t like it. 

But you figured she wouldn’t be too mad for long.

At least that’s how it seemed. Especially when she left school for a little “wellness retreat.”

Then the mess with Uma happened. 

You knew she spelled Ben and that any actions he made weren’t consciously his own.

The entire cotillion was...intense.

You didn't let Uma use Ben any more than she had.

You quickly pulled Ben in for a kiss and pressed your lips to his.

There was a spark and energy there that you felt every time you kissed.

Pulling back, Ben smiled at you and you could tell it had worked. He wasn't spelled anymore.

Uma and Mal then got into a fight over her spell book.

After everything settled down the two of you enjoyed the rest of your night.

However there was still a part of you that was hurt seeing Ben with someone else even if it wasn't his doing.

Luckily, Ben quickly made sure that YOU were the one for him.

That led to him proposing to you with a promise ring a week later.

...

You said yes to that right away. No way were you letting that pass by you.

Of course, Audrey wasn't happy with that. But who cares, what could she do?

-You didn’t care. You were engaged and had much more pressing matters to attend to.

-Now the whole kingdom was just in your face about really anything and everything.

“when’s the wedding?!”

“How are you adjusting to life as the prince’s boyfriend??”

It was that constantly and it gets old quickly.

So you just focused on Ben and your friends. 

Evie insisted on designing yours and Ben’s wedding outfits. 

“I mean I won’t tell you no Evie.”

You had to remind everyone that it was only a promise ring and not an actual engagement ring. No one seemed to care.

Honestly with you two, it really was more of an engagement ring.

But that was for another day. Today was Jane's birthday.

Ben had some last minute work to finish so you went ahead of him.

"(M/N)! It's good to see you."

"Ben's on his way. He just had to finish something first. He's sorry for being late."

She waved you off. "No worries."

Then someone you hadn't expected showed up.

Audrey.

She was dressed differently and had maleficent staff.

That wasn't good.

Audrey laid her eyes on you and a wicked smile came over her face.

That REALLY wasn't good.

"Jane, go. Run!"

Jane nods and hightails it out of there.

Audrey starts to sing “Happy birthday” as waves of green smoke wash over the party area, all the guests falling into a cursed sleep.

You brace for an inevitable sleep... but it never comes.

Audrey stands before you, smile on her face.

“A sleeping curse is too good and too easy for you. I have other plans.”

She bangs the bottom of the staff on the ground and you’re surrounded by smoke.

Magic flows over you and when it clears... everything is bigger.

“Well aren’t you a pretty bird...” Audrey says before vanishing. 

You run to the edge of the lake and see that she turned you into a raven.

A raven. Of course she turned you into a raven, just like diaval.

Your first instinct is to panic. You're currently a bird when just five seconds ago you were human.

After calming down a bit you realize the next best thing to do is go after Ben.

Ben! If this is what Audrey did to you what would she have done to Ben!?

Without another thought you flap your new wings and try your best to fly.

It's not pretty at first but you figure it out and soon are flying to your future husband.

When you do reach Ben...it's not fun.

Audrey had changed him as well, but instead of a bird he was a beast. Just like his dad.

When you tried talking with him you hoped he would be like how his dad was as a beast...or at least as you had been told.

You figured you'd get to talk with him and figure out a way to stop Audrey.

Ben tried to eat you.

Apparently Audrey's curse made Ben an actual full beast and not just looking like one.

There was only one thing left to do...find help!

Finding help wasn't easy. Everyone was either asleep or turned to stone!

Fairy godmother? Stone. Belle and Adam? Asleep.

Luckily you found Mal and them, along with Uma, Gil and Harry.

Unluckily, they just thought you were a raven.

Harry kept shooing you and threatening to hit you with the hook.

Gil wanted to pet you. So that wasn’t too bad.

And the others either thought you were gross or just a dumb bird. 

Gil proves to have the braincell for the group when he suggested giving whatever made Dude the dog talk to you.

Mal did it to “make the conversation change”

"Finally! I've been trying to get your attention forever!"

They all go wide eyed when you're voice comes out of the bird.

 "Yes it's me. (M/N). Audrey turned me into a raven and I went to find Ben but she changed him into a beast! You gotta help me save Ben!"

 Of course, even though you were a bird, Ben is a king, your boyfriend and a beast right now. You were helping him first.

 "Oh and Gil...can you scratch my head again?"

What? It felt good.

 Then Jay, Harry, Gil and Carlos went with you to find your boyfriend.

You guys find beast ben and slowly try to get his attention.

He turns and stalks towards you all.

He looks as if he’s about to pounce when Jane pops out of the trees and sprays him with water.

Ben roars and stumbles back rubbing his face. He drops his hands and looks relatively normal.

“What did you hit him with, Jane?” Jay asks.

“Enchanted lake water. Breaks most enchantments. Figured it couldn't hurt.”

 You let out a breath you hadn't realized you were holding.

 "Oh thank gods. I was so worried babe."

 Ben froze in place as he saw you talking.

"(M/N)?"

You flew over and landed on his shoulder.

"Hey Ben. Audrey got to me first. Thanks for not eating me earlier."

 Ben would then pet you.

 "I'm glad I didn't. That would be awkward...now how do we change you back? Jane?"

 "I kind of used the last of the water."

You look Ben up and down and he smiles at you.

“Gotta say Ben, I like the fangs and beard. Could be cleaner but...”

“Oh really?” Ben asks.

That when Harry whistles. “Sorry to break up that tender moment... but we have an angry Audrey to pursue...”

"Right! We'll have to figure something out later. I promise! I'll make sure to get you back" Ben said.

You knew he would. Ben always did.

 Returning to Evie's cottage, Uma seemed to be leaving in a mood.

Doug who had been asleep was now awake.

"Wait? How is he awake?"

"True love’s kiss."

You looked at Ben who looked back at you.

 "Why didn't we think of that?!" you said.

Ben rubbed the back of his head with a nervous look.

"Sorry."

“it’s alright. Lots happening. We’ll try later. First we deal with Audrey!”

Cue Audrey sealing you all in the cottage. 

Then mal and Uma break you guys out with some awesome cooperative magic.

You: “Aww you guys are friends again!”

Mal: “I’ll pluck your feathers...”

“Alright! Geez...”

Then everything with Mal came out.

 It made your heart break. Ben,Your boyfriend, your future husband, made a decision with Mal to not bring over any more VK's.

You couldn't believe it. You didn't want to accept it.

"So...you didn't even want to talk to me about this?" You said to him.

"I'm a VK Ben! You're wanting to stop any one else from getting the chance that I did? That's so wrong!"

 Now you really wish you had gotten that kiss earlier...cause this love didn't feel true anymore.

 Uma, Harry and Gil left...and so did you.

"I need to think."

"(M/N) wait!"

Did you leave on Gil’s shoulder, slumped against him? Yes yes you did.

It was all very confusing and pretty shocking.

While you understood where they were coming from... it... it just hurt. 

You all were back at the cottage, checking up on Dizzy and the twins. 

You were glad they weren’t awake to hear about all that. They had enough on their plates.

“So what do we do now?” You ask, walking on a table, everyone seated around it. 

Uma: “Nothing. Let Mal and Ben figure it out... they don’t deserve our help after that stunt.”

"I can't just sit by Uma. I'm mad...but not let Audrey go kind of mad. If anything I want just a bit of revenge."

Uma smirked at that.

"Good to know there's still a VK in there."

You extended your wings and fake bowed.

Eventually you all began heading back to the isle before Mal stopped you begging you all to help her.

"They were turned to stone. (M/N),Ben was turned to stone."

It didn't matter how hurt you were, you still loved Ben.

Without hesitation you hopped off Gil's shoulder and began flying back.

Arriving back at the cottage you saw them, Evie, Dude,Carlos, Jay and Ben...all statues.

You landed on Ben's out stretched stone arm.

"Oh Ben...What do I do?"

You sat there perched on Ben's arm, looking at his frozen face.

You regretted that the last thing you two did was fight.

Hopefully this would be fixed soon and you can apologize.

As if your wishes were answered. Ben and the rest were unfrozen and the people began waking up.

"Ben! Oh gods you're back! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry about how I left."

"(M/N). No I'm sorry. I should have asked you. I'm sorry I didn't."

With that Ben lifted his arm with you on it up and kissed your head.

In an instant you felt yourself changing and growing and soon you were back to being human.

You smiled and pulled Ben into a tight up.

"Forget waiting. Ben, I have no idea what's going to happen but I know I want to be with you. Let's get married."

He didn't disagree and your promise ring was now that engagement ring.

After making sure everyone was alright after everything that transpired you, Ben and Mal got to talking and came to a unanimous decision.

You all agreed it was time to take the barrier down and stop making the children of villains pay for their parents misdeeds.

You worked with the other VKs to make the process as fair and efficient as possible.

Ben pulled you away for a minute to hug you. 

“I know we’re still working on the rest of the VKs but I was thinking we could meet with Evie to talk about wedding stuff?”

“of course... we have a lot to plan... together.”

Evie was excited when you told her.

Ben and you also enjoyed the planning, especially the cake.

Your wedding was going to be amazing.

[ggukkiedae]

Ari’s Relationships with Enhypen

Lee Heeseung

Where Heeseung is, Ari is there, and vice versa. It started in I-land back when they were working on Into the I-land. To sum it up, Ari got very protective over Heeseung, and the two of them grew attached to each other since then. Now, no matter what kind of help Ari needs, Heeseung’s always the first to reach her. He, in turn, has become protective over her as well and will do everything he can to keep her happy, safe, and healthy. These two want nothing but the best for each other because they know how much the other deserves it.

SeungRi is about as popular as, well, jakehoon, jaywon, and sunki. Fans enjoy this pairing a lot because of the way they were with each other on I-land and how it carried on into their debut. People are always making compilations of them being sweet to each other. Not to mention they work really well with each other as seen during their tests. Honestly, everyone lives for SeungRi because they’re extra soft, and their ship name means victory!

ICONIC MOMENT: The one moment SeungRi stans always cry about is when Ari was first sent to Ground where Heeseung couldn’t bring himself to help her pull her nameplate off the chair because he didn’t want her to leave. Needless to say this moment is paired with Ari’s return and the two had the biggest hug the moment they saw each other again.

Park Jongseong (Jay)

Jay and Ari were never particularly close at first. They mostly just coexisted for a while. It wasn’t until the preparation for I&Credible when they got closer to each other. Now it’s Jay nagging taking care of herself and Ari throwing witty little comebacks towards him just because. He has the habit of lightly pinching the bridge of her nose when she throws quips at him, and they usually laugh it off after that.

JayRi is mostly known as the “actual siblings” ship. They radiate reckless little sister and done older brother vibes, so fans just kinda live for it. One moment the two are bickering, the next you see them huddled in the corner laughing about god knows what meme or crack video it is they’re watching on their phones. Overall, JayRi isn’t really a popular ship, but people enjoy watching them bond or interact.

ICONIC MOMENT: It was right when they first decided to be closer friends, everyone in I-land was talking about ghosts. Jay was trying to silently and carefully grab something from the kitchen, but Ari appeared out of nowhere and asked him what he was doing. Jay yelled so loud that everyone came over to see if he got hurt only to find him on the ground clutching his chest. “Really, Ari, I regret agreeing to be friends with you.” “No take backs now.”

Sim Jaeyoon (Jake)

Jake is 10/10 an Ari supremacist. Anything she does, he melts into a puddle of giddy uwus. He’s always hyping her up, and she does the same to him. Jake is probably the member she listens to the most, which has literally everyone else confused because why???? Anyway, Jake and Ari are always the first to ride on each other’s jokes, and they’re always the ones to cheer each other on even when they’re losing. This is why if they’re grouped in teams of two and end up losing, it doesn’t seem like it.

To fans, YunRi looks like a hyper golden retriever with an equally hyper pup right on its tail. They aren’t really popular, but they are pretty loud when together. Honestly, everyone kind thinks they throw all reason out the window when they’re together. Cue the *YunRi losing their braincells for __ minutes* videos.

ICONIC MOMENT: During Enhypen & Hi, they were watching the ramen cook while everyone around them were busy chattering away, eating, and cooking. For some reason they agreed that the pot handles wouldn’t be that hot and were even clowning people who use oven mitts to hold them. Then Jake tried to carry the pot, which Ari followed. Needless to say, two kids were hurt then scolded.

Park Sunghoon

Ah, the Ari simp. The moment she stepped into I-land, you can hear Sunghoon go all “Wah, she actually looks like a bunny”. Anything Ari does looks endearing to him and Ari knows this aksjfhf. She could mess with his hair, take his clothes, poke him, pester him, or tease him, and he’d just let her be because he’s soft for her like that. If you ask her why, she thinks it’s because he’s having withdrawals from his little sister paying less attention to him, so she lets him dote on her.

HoonRi is an okay ship. They’re mostly lowkey and seen in the backgrounds of videos, but their time on I-land is forever imprinted on every fan’s mind. The image of him just smiling whenever she made a mistake in practice or took food from his plate is too soft to forget. Fans like seeing them together, but they don’t really actively looke for HoonRi content.

ICONIC MOMENT: It’s just a whole EN-TER key where they’re on lunch break and she accidentally knocks over his bulgogi, making it spill. Ari’s an apologizing mess, and Sunghoon’s just in giggles while telling her it’s okay. Meanwhile you can hear Sunoo in the background being all “How come you don’t scold her when she spills something???”.

Kim Sunoo

THE OGS! Ari and Sunoo were friends before I-land. They were introduced through mutual friends back in 2018, and they ended up closer to each other than they were to those mutual friends. These two are extremely comfortable with each other. They do self-care together and talk a lot. Tea is spilt between them, and somehow they always find themselves meeting eyes and thinking the same thing. Two peas in a pod, basically. The type of friends to judge everyone else together.

SunRi is popular. They have been from the beginning. People love how they’re super close but don’t necessarily stick to each other all the time. The content, though, they have their own mini vlive mukbang series done twice a month. Also, Sunoo is the only member who bites her cheeks back when she bites theirs, soooo everyone’s crying over that aksjdhf.

ICONIC MOMENT: When the I-landers were hyping up Jay and Heeseung’s rock paper scissors game, the editors really put in that clip of them looking at everyone else with a judgy face, exchanging looks, then shaking their heads and looking back to everyone. This became a meme in the whole kpop community.

Yang Jungwon

Jungwon and Ari have really high mutual respect, and they decided to see each other as equals and forego formal speech. Ari loves how Jungwon has a mature mind yet doesn’t let it get in the way of him living his youth/teenage years. Jungwon loves how Ari isn’t afraid to speak her opinion and chooses to act on what she thinks is right. They do have heart to hearts together quite frequently (they even had the “baby sheep spot” as claimed by the I-Landers), and they always find themselves at ease or learning something new every time. They’re mostly lowkey, though, and they like it that way.

WonRi is the one Ari ship that people don’t really bring up. Past I-land, people don’t see too much of WonRi content, so the ship kinda faded out of popularity after the show ended. But, rest assured, there are still those little moments of the two helping each other out or speaking highly of each other. They’re just a lot closer to each other than fans think.

ICONIC MOMENT: In Enhypen & Hi, Ari had to go to school, but she snoozed her alarm. Jungwon noticed (because he had to go to school, too), so he climbed up to her bunk to wake her up. He pulled her arms till she was sitting up, but her head lolled forward onto his shoulder. “Oppa?” “Not oppa. It’s Jungwon. You have school today.” “Oh. I’m not going.” “Yes, you are.”

Nishimura Riki (Ni-ki)

Ni-ki no doubt brings out Ari’s mischievousness, and vice versa. Back in I-land, she’d rope him into her antics to kinda help loosen him up and destress. After debut, he’d pull her into his plans and pull pranks with her. But, even with this, Ari makes sure to take care of Ni-ki. She has a little sibling herself, so she’s used to taking care of people younger than her. During the times where she does take care of him, Ni-ki just absolutely basks in it. He likes how she is a great source of warmth and comfort but isn’t overwhelming. Honestly, she reminds him of his older sister as well. They kind of fill the void for each other until they can see their family again.

RiRi as a ship is fairly well-known. Fans enjoy seeing Ni-ki just eating it all up whenever Ari does something like help him dry his hair or put food on his plate as if she’s not simultaneously being taken care of by the older members. Fans also enjoy how they’re both a lot more carefree together, especially in comparison to how they were in I-land.

ICONIC MOMENT: These two were having a peaceful conversation on I-land the first time they tried to talk to each other. Ari accidentally stubs her toe and curses in Japanese. Ni-ki is kinda in shock and just bursts into rapid fire questions in Japanese. “You speak Japanese???” “Yeah, I was born and raised in Japan.” “But... you’re Korean?” “Yeah, but I was born in Japan, Niki. Keep up”

[internalsealpanic]

All That Glitters

Summary: Pandora’s box is a black box covered in silk and embossed with the initials R.S.

a/n: So uh this work is a follow up to my fic Better Die than Doubt but it can be read as a stand alone. This thing resulted from the combined might of  @knightfall05x,  @lucy-roo​, and my thirst. I said the follow up to that fic would be fluffy. The chronological follow up will come out at some point. I  just have a single braincell and it decided it wanted to write more Black Mask being an absolute bastard. Thanks to those two hoes for enabling and proof reading. See you both in hell

warnings:  This is smut. I was being haunted. This work contains noncon, past noncon, violence, Roman being an asshole, daddy kink, size kink, strength kink (if you squint ), yandere themes, stalking, exhibitionism, a dude who cannot take no for  an answer and choking.  

masterlist

“Hey Jay,” You chirp into the phone, maneuvering it over your shoulder carefully so you wouldn't drop it while you held your soda can at an arm's length away from you hoping it wouldn’t explode on you when you attempt to open it. 

 “Hey, sweet-” You blow out a raspberry halting the correction in its tracks. You can practically picture Jason’s mouth swerve into an odd shape caught between proceeding with his correction or backtracking.  He chose neither. You hear him swear viciously. You snort making him huff. 

 “What’s up, asshat?” He asks, endearingly. You can pretty much hear him rolling his eyes from this side of the world. You frown hearing how winded he sounded. 

 “Jay, if this is a bad time, I can-”

 “You’re fine it’s just a little-”

 “JAYBIRD, A LITTLE HELP WOULD BE NICE”

 “Roy sounds like he needs help. I can call back later.”

 “Roy can handle himself.”

 “Thanks for the confidence, Jaybird, but I think I’d prefer if you kept shooting straight.”

 You snort feeling warmth build up in your chest despite the chilly weather. You chirp delighted when you open the can and it doesn’t explode. You hear Jason chuckle. The smart remark he had on the edge of his tongue dies on his lips when your breath hitches audibly at the sound of his gun firing. Jason makes a noise, the kind you use to prompt someone to tell you if they’re ok without having to ask. You swallow and nod and curse remembering he can’t see you. You blow out a breath, making sure it comes out steady. 

 “Y/n...”

 “I’m-” You wanted to say fine but you knew the word fine was wholly inappropriate and untrue for this situation. “I’m gonna survive. I promise.” 

 Jason doesn’t make a sound of agreement or disagreement. He simply acknowledges it. You silently thank him for the neutrality. 

 “JAYBIRD”

 “SHUT UP, HARPER”

 You hear Kory sigh in exasperation somewhere in the distance.  In the background, you hear a shriek which you assume is from Jason. Then the line cuts out. 

You try to redial. 

 Nothing. 

 You try again.

 Nothing. 

 A laugh rips out of your chest. You cry out in pain, the fizzy drink rushing up your nose. You wince and curse and settle on blaming Jason.  You suspect they somehow broke the phone. You wouldn’t be too surprised by that outcome. You sigh but there was no point in complaining about it. You might as well finish your lunch in peace. 

   You chew on your cheek as you walk back to your cubicle, everyone’s eyes are on you. You feel your breathing pick up a fraction of a second faster. 

 One

 Two

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.

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 Two

 Fuck

 You dig your nails into your palm. Your footfalls become heavier and a little louder even against the white noise around you. You slowdown and shake your head. You haven’t had an attack at work so far and you aren’t about to start now. You inhale deeply, letting your chest expand as you run through the things Dinah taught you.  

 Take stock of the situation around you. 

 The world around you was buzzing with life-shuffling papers, ringing phones, humming of machines, and blips of voices here and there. The room is bright and clean under the light of sterile fluorescent lights. You take in all the voices around you. You’re not alone. The knot building in your shoulders loosens. You continue. 

 Take stock of your body. 

 Your body is trembling, the beginnings of a panic attack looming over you. Instead of cursing it, you let it. It was only natural to relapse once in a while. The trauma wasn’t fresh. Not in your opinion, at least. Dinah and, apparently, everyone else had a different opinion. You’re good at being ok but you were human. You let out a  long breath, half-tempted to let your eyes slide shut but you’re afraid of finding yourself in that room again, of seeing him, of feeling him on you. Revulsion spasmed in your body in powerful waves. Sure, you’re a showboat, Jay had said as much, but showing off and causing a scene were two entirely different things and you weren’t entirely sure you could endure the looks of pity from your coworkers every time you came through those doors. 

 Stiffly, you walk towards your cubicle. Your neighbor, Chelsea, smiling conspiratorially at you while your manager glares daggers at you. You raise an eyebrow at Chelsea who waggles her eyebrows in return.   

 “This is how you tell me I got fired?” You sigh, a smile twitching at the corners of your mouth. 

 Chelsea rolls her eyes at you. “Nope, but the boss man did want me to tell you to tell your boyfriend that he really shouldn’t be sending you gifts at work but honestly, I …...” Your brows knit in confusion, cold dread licking at the pit of your stomach. 

 “I don’t have a boyfriend.” You say slowly trying to keep the mounting panic out of your voice. You could hear your blood pulsating in your ears, heart threatening to jump out of your chest. Your feet are itching for you to run outside and call Jason or Dinah or anyone but the stupider part of you- the curious part of you was clawing at your mind to proceed. 

“Y/n, are- are you ok?” You blink and look at the clock. Two minutes. You blacked out for two minutes which, if you were being totally honest, was a huge improvement. 

 “Yeah. I’m fine.”

 “If you say so” She shrugs, her eyes still not pulling away from you.  

 Mechanically, you turn to your desk. Your entire being freezes when your eyes land on the black box sitting on the desk and the large bouquet of red roses sitting next to it.  The box was rectangular, black with silver trimmings embossed on it. Large ‘R.S.’ written in fancy lettering at the bottom right corner of the lid. You wanted to vomit. 

 You draw a breath and flex your fingers. You can feel your teeth digging into your cheeks. 

 “Hey, Chel?”

 “Yeah?”

 “Can I borrow some tissues?” You ask your voice barely above a whisper but still miraculously steady. She frowns at your handing you a couple of tissues. Normally, you keep your vigilante habits out of your civilian life but considering the initials embossed on this obnoxiously expensive-looking box sitting on your desk, you think this level of paranoia is justified. 

 You stop to calculate the odds that the box contained explosives which turns up zero. You sigh but a shiver climbs up your spine when you run through the possibilities of what Roman could have thought of as a gift. 

 “Y/n, what the fuck?” If Chelsea wasn’t watching you before, she was now. You glance at her quickly and give her a weak smile. You swallow the lump forming in your throat. Cautiously, you lift the lid quietly regretting not calculating the possibility of anything toxic being in it. You’re honestly surprised nothing happened. You roll your eyes upon seeing the expensive-looking black silk covering the inside.

Yes, rub your money in my face while you scare me shitless why don’t you, you fucking asshole, you think grumpily peeling the fabric away. 

 Your heart comes to a full stop when you’re met with a pair of lacy lingerie. Your lacy lingerie. Your USED lacy lingerie. You blink trying not to focus on the white stains. You sincerely did not want to think about that. Moving them aside you find a bloody shirt, the sound of its shifting fabric making gooseflesh spread all over your body. 

 You recognize it. You didn’t want to, but here it was. The bloodstains were dry but they were still visible even against the dark fabric of the shirt. Your skin prickles where the scars on your body sit. The knife wounds sting and throb as if freshly cut.  It takes everything in you not to vomit.

  It was probably the single-minded curiosity that kept you going. You maneuver the shirt carefully making sure it makes as little sound as possible.  Underneath it is a collar, simple but clearly expensive leather with the tag R.S. glittering under the sterile lights. Your throat constricts. You tear your gaze away. Your eyes sting. Next to it was a stack of photos. The top photo showed you with your, shirt torn exposing your breasts. Someone was inside you, gripping your hips. You gag.  You reign your mind in. You flip the stack over and gather your breath. Your heart stops again when you see Roman’s familiar handwriting on the back of a photo.   

 “Miss me?”

The drive back to your apartment was a blur consisting of what was most likely several severe traffic violations but you needed- you need to get out of town as quickly as possible. The odds of Roman himself showing up to your little town was low, very low. Not that you’ve actually calculated it. You don’t need to. The man walks around like his feet bless every surface they touch. The man has a loaded god complex the size of Russia to put it generously. Fetching you was simply beneath him. He had henchmen for a reason after all. 

 You wave to your landlady and her husband amiably as you walk past them keeping the nervous thrum out of your movement. Your landlady returns the gesture, elbowing her sneering husband. You know what he thinks of you and your habits. Take a few guys home with you and suddenly you’re a slut. Your promiscuity was none of his fucking business. Your body was yours to do with, to give, and to take back. It was yours. It’s yours, you assure yourself but the feeling of your body and mind hanging loosely off of each other feels painfully vivid at the moment. 

 You shake your head. This wasn’t the best time to sort out your hang-ups.  

 You press your ear to your apartment door then remembered just how thick it was and remembered that you didn’t exactly have super hearing. You sigh. What you would give to be Supes right about now. You enter the apartment careful not to make your steps audible. That, however, was rendered moot by the two very large and blocky men standing in your living room. You exhale both in frustration and relief. If Roman Fucking Sionis thinks he can scare you with two meatheads, he was clearly insulting you. Well, at least, he didn’t hire anyone actually competent considering all your gear was in a duffle bag tucked neatly away under your bed. Yanno, just for this sort of eventuality. Now that you think about it. You really should have just kept it in your car but small-town crime seems to have softened you. 

 You smile letting the irritation mold you into something sharp and venomous. You throw the box at one of the henchmen goading them to attack you. Its contents scattering all over the floor. You can’t bring yourself to care that some of the photos land right side up. 

 “Tell your chicken shit of a boss to come scare me himself,” You laugh, manic relief flooding through you. You feel like you’re going mad but you don’t care. It’s so much more feasible to deal with these men than it is to have to even think about Roman. “He doesn’t even have the balls to-”

 “Well, it’s nice to see you too, Sweetheart.” comes a gravelly voice from the bedroom. Your stomach drops. Roman strides out of your bedroom adjusting the cuff link of his obnoxiously expensive suit.  He looks down to the photos and gifts scattered on the ground, frowning he bends down to pick up the collar, dusting it off and stuffing it in his pocket. 

 Your fight or flight response freezes. You back into the door, the material feeling too solid for the moment. You inhale sharply, only managing short shallow breaths as Roman slowly closes the distance between you. His footfalls loud, heavy, and deliberately casual making your blood thrum. 

 No. No. No. 

 Your eyes flicker wildly around the room looking for any weapon within reach, your mind running through the numbers, the probabilities melding together into incoherent blotches of red in the back of your skull. Roman slams his large hands on either side of your head. The impact makes the door creak. You can’t stop yourself from flinching visibly, surprise and fear carving themselves on to your face. Roman barks out a derisive laugh as he trails a leather-clad finger down your chin, your throat, then to your cleavage. The contact against your bare skin makes you bristle. 

 “This here?” He emphasizes, his fingers playing with the top button of your shirt popping it carelessly revealing your baby pink, lace bra hidden beneath. “This is a little low cut for the office, isn’t it, princess?”  

 Annoyance overwhelms your sense of self-preservation. “I’m not about to take fashion advice from a guy who looks like he watches Scar Face daily.” You snipe, teeth bared.  Roman hums the undercurrent of rage filling the air. Your ribs ache, remembering an old injury. Your mouth slams shut cutting off any other snide remarks. 

 “You wear these clothes to wind me up, don’t you?” Roman drawls, his leather-clad fingers tracing up the expanse of your thigh exposed by the slit of your skirt, bunching up the skirt and playing with the waistband of your thong as he does so. His thumbs pressing circles against your inner thigh, you can’t help but quiver under his touch. “Oh the fun hasn’t even started yet...just wait”, he bites your ear lobe and tugs it between his teeth. He pulls back and glares at you. “Do you want to know how I found you in this dead-end town, princess?” He asks tilting your chin with his gloved hand. You shake your head not really interested at the moment. You’re too distracted by how flush your body was getting as he presses you further into the door with his bulk. You note with disgust the arousal suffusing through your limbs. 

 “You were all over the news, sweetheart,” You’re trying to remember what he could possibly be talking about. He leans in closer, leather-clad hand brushing against his thumb against your bottom lip, your lips parting automatically for him. He places his gloved thumb between your parted lips. “Did you really think I wouldn’t recognize that goofy smile of yours?”  You shiver lips wrapping around the intruding digit.  Your tongue flicks and swirls around it in a practiced gesture. “Good girl.” Roman hums, a grin spreading across his face while thick shame blankets you. You frown at how familiar the taste of the glove is against your tongue. You push your thoughts away wishing your mind would fall away. 

 “Baby,” He draws his hand away from your lips, wiping the thin string of saliva on your face. His hands glide down the sides of your body. “Did you really think I wouldn’t recognize these hips?” His hands grab at your hips roughly, lifting you and pulling them flush against his own. “Baby. I know what’s mine and this time I won’t let you get away from me.” He whispers against your neck, voice husky and rough. You swallow feeling his lips brush against your pulse. 

 Roughly, he wedges a thigh between your legs, the friction against your core making you keen. The friction woke something in you and loosened a few other things. Your hips roll desperately against the thick muscle of his thighs. Roman grins against your neck,  loosening his grip on your hips and letting you fuck yourself on his thigh. You will yourself to stop but the heat twisting in your gut is too much. You hate yourself. You well and truly hate yourself. Your cheeks warm, breath coming out in pants. 

 Roman places a kiss on your collarbone, teeth grazing your sensitive flesh. Your tongue is caught between your teeth to hold back a moan but the shiver spreading throughout your body says it too loudly. Roman chuckles, vibrations deep within his chest making you weak. Roman licks a stripe up your neck, planting kisses and hickeys along your jaw. “God, you taste sweet, princess.” He murmurs hot against your neck, the smirk dripping from his voice. It feels like acid against your skin. 

 He guides your pliant arms to loop around his shoulders. You obey soundlessly, tipping your head back giving him room to ravish your neck. He does with unbridled enthusiasm. You feel trapped in your own body. You don’t want this. You want to push him away but the fear coursing through you leaves you a passenger in your own body. Your breath hitches with each bite and kiss. 

 “Mine.” He rumbles resolutely, sliding the cloth of your top placing a bite on your shoulder. It stings without even looking, you know it’s deep. 

 “No” You whisper, low and unsure. 

 “No?” He challenges pulling away from your shoulder. 

 “No” You echo voice frustratingly unsteady. He sneers down at you, smile condescending. A biting rebellious part of you demands that you snarl and spit something brisque and witty at him but it’s pushed down by something viscous filling your chest. How are you drowning and why are you not dead yet?

 Just let it pass, your mind whispers to itself. Just let him get his fill and he’ll be on his way. You don’t even have to get hurt. You sincerely want to believe this. You just want this to not happen. The thought of it summons a wave of nausea deep within you. Tears well up in the corner of your eyes. You blink rapidly chasing them away. He likes it when you cry. 

 “Baby, you can’t tell me you don’t want this,” He emphasizes, pressing his thigh against your sopping pussy. The pressure makes you whine.  “Not when you’re being all cute and fucking yourself on my thigh like the dirty slut you are.”

 No. No. No.

 Rat-tat. 

 You will your hips to stop their movement but they’re too lost in their momentum. Your eyes flicker to Roman’s men, large eyes pleading. They stand stiffly doing their best to ignore you. They’re doing a damn fine job of it. 

 “Oh they won’t do anything, they’re here to watch,” Roman whispers hotly against your ear.  Your eyes flicker to them again. Your breath catching when your eyes meet one of theirs, seeing not an ounce of pity. You shove the bile rising in your throat and the quirk on their lips deep somewhere else, somewhere away from you.   

 You try to squirm away but Roman’s arm presses into your windpipe pinning you in place. You thrash and kick and hiss but your head feels light. You hear fabric shift and you still. The sound of the zipper is too loud and too real.  

Roman takes your lips in a forceful kiss making you gasp. His tongue forces its way into your mouth.  He releases your neck. You feel his fingers trail up the slits of your skirt. You try to focus on them rather than what’s pressing stiffly against your inner thigh. The fabric of your skirt bunch up by your hips. You feel your panties getting pushed aside by large fingers. You whimper again, clawing at the expensive fabric of Roman’s suit. “Please don’t do this.” You plead breathily against his ear. 

 He laughs, voice gravelly and harsh. Without further warning or preparation or ceremony, Roman shoves himself inside your warmth, pushing you further into the door. You gasp, the burning stretch making your body tremble all over. He bottomed out with a loud groan. You wanted to cover your ears or have your mind fall out of your reach but here it was painfully present along with your frozen body. He’s loud, groaning and panting as he fucks into you. He thrusts into you with wild abandon, hips clashing against each other with bruising intensity. You can feel his cock dragging in and out of you, hitting every spot violently. He wants this to hurt. You hope it would too. 

 Your cheeks burn with how your walls spasm around his cock. You want to push him away, to take him out of you but it feels so good. You try to smother the lewd sounds you make into his shirt.  Roman’s hands squeeze tightly around your waist in warning. “Yeah, that's it, baby. Let daddy know how much you want this.” You don’t protest. Instead, you let your mouth hang open and let the lewd mewls and keens tumble out. He drills into you more violently seemingly spurred on by your sounds. 

 You come with a whimper. You want to bury yourself in a hole. He comes not long after still fucking into you as he does, making sure your pussy takes all of his cum.  

 He pulls out of you, the slick sound of it absolutely sinful. Your body is slack against the door, too drained to hold itself up.  Roman pulls back, grinning down at you and whistling appreciatively as he admires his work. “Let’s dress you back up, sweetheart.” Roman coos locking something around your neck.  You don’t need to look down to know what he’s put there. The cool metal of the R.S. hanging off the collar presses stark against your hot sensitive skin.

 “You look sooo much better like this,” Blearily you look past him. Your duffle bag is already in the arms of one of his men. He grabs your face roughly making you look him in the eyes. “All mine- just as you should be.” 

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Thanks for reading! I swear I will do more fluff in the near future. I just needed this out of my system. 

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[texas-hates-taxes-too]

I still want to make a descendants au but I cant decide who would be who so im gonna describe some of the characters and you guys give me suggestions

First some world building: there's two places, Auradon where all the good guys and their kids live and the Isle of the lost where all the villains and their kids live. The Isle of the lost has a barrier around it keeping everyone in. In the first film, a program is started where 4 villain kids will be brought to Auradon prep to have a chance at a good life and learn to be a better person

The rest is under the cut bc it got long on accident oops

Mal - Maleficent and Hades' daughter. Basically the main character. In the first film she initially puts a love spell on soon-to-be-King Ben with plans to open the barrier so her mother can get through and take over Auradon, in the end she falls in love with Ben and decides not to go through with it. But the barrier still gets opened bc of another girl (Jane) and Mal has to fight her Mom

Evie - the peace keeper, Mal's best friend with a love for fashion. She's the evil queen's daughter and always seemed most eager to go to Auradon. In the beginning she pretends to be dumb to try and get Chad (cinderella's son) to like her, but she ends up falling for Local Nerd™ Doug

Jay - Big beefy dude, respects women but also likes to charm the ladies. When Chad said mulans daughter couldnt join the sports team bc the rule book said it had to be 'a captain and eight men' Jay made her the captain.

Carlos - Cruella's son, an absolute sweetheart. Loves dogs and wants to be a vet. Has the personality of a labrador istg. In the second film he spends half the film trying to get the courage to ask out Jane and its adorable

Ben - the King, it was his idea to give the villains a second chance. He's very diplomatic and prefers to sort out issues through negotiation rather than a fight. Didn't care about Mal putting a love spell on him because he liked her anyway

Jane - the fairy godmothers daughter, she has big "teachers pet" vibes. The reason she opened the barrier is bc she wanted a magic make over and so grabbed her mothers wand. A while before this she had got a magic makeover from Mal but when Mal heard Jane insulting her she undid it. So Jane was trying to get her pretty makeover back

Uma - my favourite <3, Uma is Ursula's daughter and she's a pirate. In the second film she wants revenge on Mal and Ben because she's bitter that she got left behind on the Isle. In the third film she agrees to help Mal defeat Audrey (i'll explain audrey later) in return for the barrier being opened permanently. It becomes clear that she really just wants everyone on the Isle to have the same chance Mal and co had

Harry - Uma's second in command, son of captain Hook. Chaotic bisexual vibes, kinda dresses like the next member of Maneskin. Flirts with at least 3 girls in one film but redeems himself by simping for Uma every 5 minutes

Audrey - sleeping beauty's daughter. She was Ben's girlfriend before Mal appeared. She was under a lot of pressure from her family to be the next Queen. In the third film she becomes evil and tries to take over Auradon after Ben proposes to Mal

Chad - #1 Audrey simp. Has exactly the kind of personality you expect from someone named Chad. Immediately offered to be Audrey's lackey when she turned evil tho

Lonnie - Mulan's daughter, just really damn cool. She disarmed a guy while fighting him, gave him her sword, then disarmed him again and took her sword back

Dizzy - babyyy, she's a younger girl from the Isle that Evie is fond of. She loves hair styling and wants to go to Auradon and pursue her dreams. Very perky and upbeat personality. Drizella's daughter, evil step mothers granddaughter. Actually has a decent relationship with her grandmother

Hades - the best worst dad. Ignored his kid for 16 years but hey, he came through for her in the end and didn't try to take over the world. I genuinely love him. Wears eye liner.

Celia - Dr Faciliers daughter. One of the few villain kids with a good relationship with her parent. Very cool vibes. Apparently one of the particularly mischievous kids. She's part of the second set of VKs selected to go to Auradon Prep but she ends up returning to the Isle because she misses it too much

Doug - nerd (affectionate). Loves Evie. I dont actually remember much else about him but he's pretty sweet.

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I cant think of anyone else particularly important, there's all the parents I've mentioned, plus Uma's pirate crew and various other students at Auradon but most of them don't really have proper character or anything. Oh wait actually I remembered someone.

Dude - Carlos's dog who can talk. Him and Carlos share a single braincell

[roseverdict]

a spooky ninja gets a long-awaited hug

hahaHAHAhahaha

yknow that one tweet "ive got one foot in the darkness and the other in a hello kitty roller skate" or w/e

ive got one braincell in GOTTA HYPERFIXATE RIGHT NOW ALL THE BRAINPOWER mode and the other in i have never once had a thought in my entire life mode

help

so anyway here's wonderwall one of the first things i've got for that frozen earth au thing, zero editing and still kinda rough-draft-y but ehhhhh im tired and my dignity has left the building

i have. uh.

i have a lot more. i just wanna make sure im like. doing everybody justice so far so here's a couple hundred words wkdjskcnskcjdjx

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"Cole, we have visitors!"

Cole looked up from the map and met Kataru's eyes. "Is it the People of the Great Lake? I just got back from there-"

"No, actually." Kataru shook his head, shooting his sister a quick nod, and Cole, a knowing smile. "They say they are from Ninjago, just as you are-!"

Cole gasped. After all these years-?

He was running down the hall before he could fully process what he was doing.

Tunnels and friends alike blurred past as Cole struggled to keep his feet on the ground. He absently returned their greetings with quick waves, but his focus was clearly elsewhere.

It couldn't possibly be-

But if it wasn't-

It had to-

Cole skidded out into the entryway with wide eyes.

Kai and Jay and Nya and Lloyd all looked up from their tense conversation, smiles starting to grow on their faces-

-and Cole charged into Kai, the closest to him, tackling him into a hug and burying his face in Kai's shoulder. "You're actually here-!"

"COLE!"

The other three leapt into the hug, Kai swinging them all around for a moment before setting them down.

Cole eventually worked his way free, rubbing madly at his eyes. "It's…it's been so long, I was starting to worry!"

"Long?" Jay asked. "It hasn't even been a day."

Cole grimaced. "I was afraid of that. Zane said he was zapped here just a few seconds after me, but he didn't arrive until several minutes after I did. Time has to flow differently here…"

Nya swallowed. "How long, Cole? How long have you been stuck here?"

"…decades." His answer was barely audible. "I've been lost here for decades."

"Oh, Cole…" Lloyd pulled him into another hug, one without the manic energy of a few moments prior.

After a moment more, Kai asked, "You mentioned Zane. Is he here?"

Cole shook his head, and there was a weariness there they hadn't seen before. "Not since the first week or so. While I was out doing recon, he plugged himself into the mech to run a diagnostic, and then someone showed up and unplugged him. I only found out when I came back and checked the security footage."

The way Cole had ground out "someone" felt almost out of character, far more venomous than they'd grown to expect from him.

"…we'll find him." Lloyd promised. "Ninja never quit, right?"

"Ninja never quit." Cole nodded with a grin, sniffling a little. He swallowed down the lump in his throat. "Now, c'mon, lemme fill you in on what's happened so far and introduce you to the other rebels. You already know Krag and Kataru…"

[animeninjagocult]

Protest

~Oh hey, I found this among the 30-40 memos I have on the Sticky Notes app. Anyone remember this? Also, this was written when I had a headache so it’s kind of... lacking....~

“Where is he?” “I don’t know. You seen him?” “No, he was supposed to train me.” “This isn’t good.” “Uhm, yeah. Really not good. He’s usually so punctual.”

The cult grabbed cell phones, computers, and BorgPads and began typing out frantic messages.

“Dude, where are you?”

“You’re LATE!”

“I have questions.”

“Please, we’re concerned.”

“If he doesn’t show up, can I play with my friend Rain?”

“Fine, whatever, just help us find him.”

“YES!”

“I’m getting worried, this isn’t like him.”

Several hours passed.

Eventually, @hunky-anime-kai had to dash off on a small mission. Something about a bird? The only thing the cult knew was that he returned with five new bird friends and a new cacti. Where the heck was he getting the cacti? Dunno. He liked to say they reminded him of his hair...

@twink-anime-cole left to grab some cake for us. Though he came back with like... five cakes and some guy named “Alphonse”? He stayed for a while, but he had to go. Cole was pretty upset, until @jacked-anime-lloyd decided that enough was enough and he wanted to hang out with his friend. Then Cole’s dad instincts kicked and and he whisked Lloyd off to his playdate.

Of course, Lloyd came back with some new Lego sets and a cat... Which promptly led @spider-anime-zane to tell Lloyd about the responsibilities of owning a cat. Lloyd didn’t seem to care, since he was too busy building a throne out of Legos for the kitty.

After Zane was done lecturing, he decided to make cookies because we were getting hungry. And then tell us about the science behind why we find memes so funny. Which led us to create a few too many memes.... Yeah....

@jacked-anime-wu was already away, claiming to be on a mission to find some magic tea. How many types of magic tea are there? Like seriously dude, what the fuck is “In-tea-ligence”??? I hope he doesn’t make us drink it; we don’t need any more braincells.

@stronk-anime-nya stayed the longest, but she was eventually pulled away by some friends, who claimed it was the season finale. And even though she loved her boyfriend, fandoms came first. Legit no one judged because we all share the same mindset.

It was around 2 a.m. and we were all going to call it quits, when, wouldn’t you know, the guy we were looking for bursts into the room. He was streaked with mud and blue paint and carried a bunch of signs, but he plopped down in a chair as we questioned him.

“Dude, WHERE WERE YOU?”

“WE WERE WORRIED!”

“EXPLAIN! NOW!”

“COME ON BRO, DON’T LEAVE US HANGING!”

“Okay, okay. Lloyd, grab one of those signs for me and I’ll explain.” So Lloyd grabs a sign and looks at it and goes “uh, what are ‘buff anime Jay rights’?”

So, @buff-anime-jay sighs and says “I have no explanation other than I was protesting and I’m gonna be doing this more often.” Uhmmm... Okay? So then we asked what it was like. “Horrible. Everyone shouted ‘NINDOKEN’ and threw blue confetti and paint at us. Oh, I also met @dabbing-anime-fugidove and the guy’s pretty cool. Though, he’s proclaimed himself to be my mortal enemy and dabs a lot. I’m not sure how I feel about that.”

So Jay fell asleep and we all decided “okay, let him rest” but Fugidove had other ideas.

So we spent the rest of the day chasing Fugidove around, watching him dab, and trying to stop him from waking Jay up. That was... fun...

[aimmyarrowshigh]

aheavenlyrush replied to your post “I’ve been on tumblr since 2012 and I was even a John Green fan for a...”

i checked and it happened in 2015

aheavenlyrush replied to your post “I’ve been on tumblr since 2012 and I was even a John Green fan for a...”

i saw that jg post on my feed and i had no energy to comment on it but truly when i saw that you had i felt such relief!! i remember making that one post about stiefvater defending him and telling teenage girls to be quiet and the response to it still fucking haunts me i swear

Oy, was it really that recently? The last three years have taken 900 years. And yeah... Maggie Stiefvater’s post about it was a Really Bad Look, and iirc that was the environment that spawned the beginning of the batshit “Keep YA Kind”* concern-trolling thing (yep, also 2015) that was mainly used to silence girls and women and people of color whenever the four white cishet men in YA fucked up between 2015 and 2018, when it finally publicly came out that most of them were, yk, fucking up because they’re legitimately horrible people and maybe the people calling them out should have been taken seriously.

* The other notable “why the fuck is this happening???? why is HE the one getting the sympathy here?????” events from “Keep YA Kind,” which, listen, I would bet you anything that it was very very nearly called “Keep Kidlit Kind” until the only person involved with 1/4 of a braincell managed to realize the acronym on their Twitter handle looked REALL BAD:

Andrew Smith, a straight white adult man, says out loud with his human adult man mouth, that he knows he can’t write female characters well and relies on fetishization and stereotypes because he never really met a girl until his daughter (??? SO WHAT IS YOUR WIFE, ANDREW? CHOPPED LIVER?) and, being as that is Bullshit and also his books were also being lauded as though they were Infinite fucking Jest Jr. even though the interview in question was for a book in which mutant grasshoppers take over the earth and a teenage boy gets trapped in a bunker with a teenage girl who eventually has to git to birthin’ babies she doesn’t want and isn’t medically prepared to have safely For The Good Of Humanity, he’s called out.

He’s called out mostly on a technical, writing level at first, even! Like, “Here’s how to write a female character: you write a fully considered, well-rounded character. They’re a girl.” And Andrew Smith FLIPS HIS SHIT, does some op-ed about how his mother used to beat him so he can’t see girls as people, and makes his twitter private. The “Keep YA Kind” sycophants support him HARD.

And then this happens to pop up on a mysterious Twitter that just HAPPENS to start while HIS twitter’s offline...

NOTE: Jay Asher, author of 13 Reasons Why, was literally dropped from his publisher and SCWBI for being a sexual predator. So like, I don’t think he was bullied, I think his predation was being remarked upon. Like, idk, maybe that he was being called creepy or sth idk idk idk

And then when A.S. decided to unsockpuppet to promote his next book, The Alex Crow, which is about mutant crows and a bunker or whatever:

The “asshole” in specific that Andrew Smith was calling an asshole was delightful human being and fellow author Kate Messner, who, coincidentally, was one of the victims to come out against Lemony Snicket’s sexual harrassment, so she’s had a BULLSHIT time just trying to do her JOB of being an author while female.

Which leads to Tommy Wallach! All-around fucknut! Whose major interest seems to be being That Guy In Philosophy 101 Who Always Has To Be Devil’s Advocate, Even Though No One Asked, and has a deeply vested interest in making sure that teenage girl readers -- who are his target audience, because he chose to write YA, as an adult man who made a choice in what he wrote and chose to make it YA, and not, like, any of the hundreds of genres that AREN’T largely written about and for teenage girls, yk -- know that teenage girls are Dumb. Victoria Schwab actually wrote an essay for YA Books Central about the incessant problem that IS/WAS Tommy Wallach called “We Need To Talk About Tommy” back in -- you guessed it! -- 2016, but it’s offline now and I’m not going to go Wayback it rn.

I’m just going to copypasta YAinterrobang’s Wallach timeline because he’s exhausting, he reminds me of undergrad.

Wallach’s continual pattern of behavior is worth discussing, especially in the context of sexism in YA and the continual marginalization of “diverse” voices in the community despite the efforts of the We Need Diverse Books movement.

Wallach’s problematic behavior runs back over a year, starting with a defense of Andrew Smith where he ignores the opinions of author and advocate Tessa Gratton in favor of a dictionary definition of sexism. (Andrew Smith’s behavior and the fallout around his statements have, of course, already been documented on YA Interrobang in “The Curious Case of Andrew Smith, Twitter & sexism.”) Wallach postures that women are inherently “other” from men, accuses Gratton of “gin[ning]up the controversy” and explains that he is a feminist because he was “raised by a single working mother and she’s still my best friend in the world.”

[View Wallach’s defense of Smith and attack on Gratton as a .pdf.]

Fast forward to later that year. Author Justina Ireland takes to Twitter to discuss a book where she feels the black character is self-hating. Ireland, being black herself, is asked about the book in question; she says that it’s Wallach’s debut novel We All Looked Up. Though Wallach is not tagged, he swoops into the conversation and demands Ireland provide proof that his character Anita is self-hating before claiming that author Dhonielle Clayton, who is also black, is friends with him and “engaged” with him on the issues in the book.

Clayton later stated publicly that she had not done any sensitivity reading on We All Looked Up.

What brought Wallach’s behavior to the attention of the YA world as a whole came this past November in the wake of the horrifying terrorist attacks in Paris. When the hashtag #prayforparis went viral, Wallach responded with multiple social media posts and a blog post about how atheism was the only belief that could make the world a better place. (Though Wallach argues that it is not, in fact, a belief: “The fact that we have a word for it makes it seem like it’s equivalent to other belief systems, but it’s not. The absence of something is not equivalent to the thing itself.”)

[View Wallach’s comments on atheism as a .pdf.]

After Wallach Tweeted that he was a “a rabid atheist, and the world would be a better place if more folk were” – a Tweet he subsequently deleted before deleting his account in its entirety – he doubled down in a block post that outlined all the way religions failed and all the reasons atheism was awesome.

Those who tried to explain to him why this behavior was – to say the least – problematic found themselves quickly blocked or shut down; at once point, Wallach tried to explain anti-Semitism to Jewish author Hannah Moskowitz before claiming that “if [her]parents are atheists and [his]dad is Jewish, [he’s] as much Jewish as [her].”

(For those wondering, Wallach blocked me during this incident despite being friendly with me and having taken my advice previously; while he did believe me in regards to his behavior towards Justina Ireland, which you can see in Tweets above, my snarky comment to him about “the only good people are the people who are exactly like me” was, apparently, too much for him to take. As Wallach’s account has since been deleted and I purged my social media account in January, that interaction is no longer publicly available.)

Take this behavior in comparison to author LJ Silverman, who recently received a sea of anti-Semitic hate mail – including crude manipulated images of her in an oven – for Tweeting that she was worried about the upcoming election in the context of history. Wallach painted himself to be the victim, somebody “attacked” for insulting all of the religious folks in the YA community, while Silverman, who simply shared a worry plaguing her, became a victim of virulent trolls.

While Wallach deleted his social media accounts after this, there were no public consequences to his actions despite ill-will from the YA community at large. If another member of the YA community had spoken out – one of our Catholic or Islamic or Jewish or Mormon authors, for instance – the backlash would have been substantially worse, possibly career-ruining.

Wallach’s career, however, was not ruined; he recently landed a six-figure deal for a book trilogy centered around a “holy war.”

And thus, we return to Wallach’s dismissive comments on suicide – which, it turned out, were neither new or original. In a blog post deleted after it came to light during this discussion, Wallach rated “the top ten literary suicides (organized by emo-ness)” which included all of the characters of HBO’s Girls – “It’s really just a fantasy of mine.” – and, ranking at number one, Sylvia Plath – who is not a character but a real person who suffered from depression before taking her own life at a young age.

[View Wallach’s post on suicide as a .pdf.]

“I’m only going to talk about the fact that a successful YA author found it appropriate to glorify, romanticize, and mock what for many of his readers is among the highest causes of death,” wrote Schwab in her “We Need To Talk About Tommy” post. “That this author could be so very careless and flippant and insensitive about such a very serious issue is abhorrent. That two years after penning this post he still sees suicide as something to be made light of, to be used as a marketing tool.”

Simon & Schuster made no public comment about any of Wallach’s comments. His career, save for making enemies of some fellow authors, seems relatively unscathed by his callous actions.

Anyway, the moral of the story is, like, if you wanna read books by straight white dudes, go for it, but check them out from the library. Spend your book-buying money on books by women, nonbinary/other folks, and dudes who aren’t straight and/or white. Straight white men, PARTICULARLY in categories of literature that are largely targeted towards girls and women, and largely written by girls and women -- but published, edited, and marketed by other straight white men -- are lauded FAR above what they’re actually worth, as like, storytellers or human people go.

The Glass Escalator is a one-way trip to wonderland, but YA is a skyscraper that was built by women and I PROMISE you, whatever book by one of these dudes you’re considering reading, there’s a better version by a woman and/or person of color on the shelves nearby that just didn’t get 1/10th of the marketing money.

And of course there should be an effort to be kind on social media, but “keep YA kind”... to whom? To the people who were being silenced when they were pointing out legitimate problems with the behaviors of men in social power? (And one of whom, in the case of Jay Asher, was LITERALLY DANGEROUS BC HE IS A SEXUAL PREDATOR.) Like, really? There had to be a hashtag campaign to silence dozens of people with legitimate, not-bullying-just-pointing-out-problems-that-are-problems-with-stuff-you-did-dude problems, to make social media feel more comfortable for four middle-aged straight white men?

As though the outside world isn’t comfortable enough for middle-aged straight white men????

[citadelspires]

gonna do some more chipposting when my head is back in the game but for now I feel compelled to say abandoning his 39 stealth roll just to pet the hypervicuous cat man is maybe the worst move anyone has ever made chip why