#but i think there is a LOT of scary potential with fresh

[elliebell77]

you caught him with his glasses off

[writtenbyjeanofarc]

‎ ‎‎Honor Among Thieves

Captain Hook x Fem! Reader | 2.5k

⎯⎯ summary ‣‣‣ “On an ordinary summer day my friends and I are having fun at the beach when suddenly Captain Hook and his pirates come seemingly out of nowhere and attack, causing chaos. I try to escape, even so much as to reach the car my friends and I used to get there, but I get caught and by one of the pirates and taken.”

⎯⎯ content warnings & tags ‣‣‣ dubcon, penis in vagina sex, creampie, fem! oral receiving, dom! Hook, body worship, fingering, breast kink, praise, dirty talk and pet names.

⎯⎯ requested by ‣‣‣ the wonderful @disney-girl67.

⎯⎯ banner credits ‣‣‣ the lovely @cafekitsune.

The intensifying heat of the sun today was rather unbearable for my liking—I had to make sure the amount of sunscreen I applied was just right for my skin in regards to basking in the summer heat. Thankfully, my best friends had some spare bottles of lotion perfect for our trip to the beach. We’ve packed just the best meals suitable for our picnic date; it’s been a while since we’ve taken a week off of an exhausting day of work, and an opportunity arose when we were given a discount to a beach getaway!

I drew a satisfying breath, taking in the fresh breeze that blew from the east side of the coast. Apart from the overwhelming heat of the sun, it was quite refreshing to take a time off of the monotonous city where industries and businesses collided in chaos. The palm trees danced lively by the breathtaking view, the birds chirping happily as we booked a stay at the chalet nearby.

“So, Ashley, what do you think of this spot so far?” I asked.

“It’s perfect,” my friend smiled. “Summer is a godsend, especially these days. The weather may be humid, but other than that their services are properly managed. I can’t stand always having to work under our boss lately. So I’ve decided to take a leave!”

“May I add that this particular sea stands out because there’s lots of treasure underneath.” my other friend commended. “Rumors say there used to be pirates here, but I believe they’re long dead after getting shipwrecked.”

“Pirates?” I asked, sitting upright, fixing my bikini. “Wait, are you saying, this place isn’t safe for visitors like us?”

“Relax, friend,” my other friend spoke, laughing. “It’s just a scary story spread all across this village. I’m sure that with all the legal authorities becoming more aware of the troubles they cause, they're probably thrown into prison by now.”

“Good, good.” I replied. 

“Anyways, I think now is the right time to go in for a dive! The deeper, the better!” 

“Wait, guys, but-“ 

My friends ignored me this time. They left me without any explanation to stay, leaving me to rot in my own thoughts of whether there were potential thieves roaming around the place. But I’ve decided I won’t back down. I left the patio, without any other reason to make excuses for why I refused to go in for a swim. Out of guilt, I just kept on going, leaving all my worries behind.

My friends and I ran towards the seaside, happy and carefree of the world’s stressors. We even threw some handfuls of sand at each other and splashed some seawater the moment we went for a swim. 

I found it difficult to keep up with my friends this time, the way they swam around the beach and took pictures of the glittering waters. But I dared not to be a killjoy as of this moment, I complied with their requests to have fun regardless.

As we swam recklessly by the sea, I noticed the sight of a large, wooden ship approaching from a distance, seemingly approaching towards us. I felt all along that my gut instinct was right. I tried my best to not falter at first, but knowing they could kill if we didn’t surrender our belongings was something I was truly terrified of. 

“Ashley! Lottie! Mary!” I called out. “There’s a ship approaching! Let’s gather around and leave!”

“[Name], you’re being incredibly ridiculous.” my friend Mary laughed. “Those can’t be pirates! It looks like a normal ship!”

“But-“

My friends ignored my pleas, so I had no other choice but to leave the seaside. I was deathly worried about their wellbeing since pirates aren’t to be trusted regardless, but I started to give less fucks about others and focus on my own needs. This is it. I left my friends and made my way back to the beach house, running half naked and sweaty from the intense blanket of heat that filled the air.

“Take a closer look, Murphy,” scoffed a pirate from the ship as he used his binoculars to zoom into the sight of my friends swimming. “We eating good tonight, aren’t we?”

“Damn right. Nothing more than a bunch of bombshells worth taking in for the night.” Black Murphy laughed loudly. “James will surely be having fun by the end of the day. From what I understand, he’s already by the shore holding some random bitch hostage.”

“Right! Hah. The Captain should consider himself lucky.”

And there I was. I finally arrived at the beach house, surprised to find the door to our room locked. Pleas of someone could be heard from inside, and I didn’t know what to do other than bang the door from outside. The voice was muffled, which made me realize that whoever the captor was turned out to be someone not to be messed with.

My heart raced upon this discovery. Who could have possibly thought there was someone else inside the compound? I tried using all of my strength to open the door. I tried, and tried, and tried…..

And with all my brute force, I managed to successfully pry the door open. I was then met with an unexpected scene.

There in the corner of the room stood a tall, dark figure dressed in red, while his other hand was replaced with some sort of hook. He apparently was holding some sort of knife with his other hand, and it turned out that the identity of who he just killed was the manager of the beach house me and my friends stayed in. The figure took a step forward, revealing himself to be none other than a pirate captain.

I tried to leave, but another one of his pirates grabbed me by the wrists from behind, pushing me to the ground and swiftly locking the door from outside. It was unknown as to how this happened, but I knew from the bottom of my heart that this was coming. 

“Looking as gorgeous as you always were, lovely stranger.” the pirate spoke softly. “Say, are you perhaps here for a trip?”

“Um, yes?” I hesitantly replied. “Who could you be?”

“That doesn’t matter, my dear. In fact, your name doesn’t matter to me either. Say, what are your thoughts about a relationship of give and take? Worry not, for I won’t harm you, as long as you do exactly as I say.”

“Huh????”

“I came here to claim five million bucks from this entire resort. Provided you and your friends do exactly as we please, your lives shall be spared.”

“What???!!!” I protested, attempting to get up and reach for the door behind me. “No, I must have known…!! You-you must be the captain!!! Please, captain, spare our lives!!!”

“Why, if it isn’t the right answer, hm? My name is Captain Hook, I also go by the name James. Though this info won’t matter by the time I’m done with you.”

I froze, unsure of how to react in the face of such a threat. I attempted to stand up, only for the captain to kneel on one knee and unfasten my bikini straps. 

“Please…..” I begged. “Let me go! I’ll do anything!!!”

“Is that so? Why then, don’t resist.” Captain Hook smirked.

I frankly hated how this was turning me on.

He moved his hook down my breasts, groping it with the thin piece of metal while his other hand caressed my cheek. 

“Such a beautiful, sensitive little thing.” he cooed. “Gods must have sent you to serve as my personal pet.”

Tears formed in my eyes as I disobeyed his request and resisted the captain’s touch, only for him to pull me inward. He kneaded on my breasts gently and leaned closer to suckle on my nipples, which was already hard at the sight of his tall stature. He swirled his tongue around it, moaning gently as the sounds of sloppy slurps filled the room.

I hated how good it made me feel. I shivered at the thought of a random stranger’s face up my breasts, but there was no denying that he was extremely good at it. A part of my mind wandered on the scenario where he claimed a number of bodies. From the charm of his facial hair surrounding his features, to his enigmatic smile, it left me with chills—and they weren’t exactly that of the bad type.

He didn’t stop, oh, he didn’t. The more I held back a moan, he just kept sucking in long slurps that left me soaking in my arousal. My breath hitched at the sight of his unshaved face lapping and salivating against my breasts, carefully caressing it as he pulled away.

“Mmmmmhhhh~”, I groaned in frustration.

“What a cute, desperate pet.” Captain Hook whispered. “If all it takes for you to grow wet is to have someone suckle on those stress balls, then you must be a really needy whore after all.”

“Please……I need it….I need it so bad!!!” I protested, desperate for release.

“Eager for my cock?” Captain Hook asked. “Well, you might want to exercise a little patience, my dear. Good things don’t always come in easy packages. Now, let’s take this off from you, shall we?”

With that, he tore my panties off with a clenched fist, leaving my naked form to sulk in hopelessness and frustration. He wasn’t the type to give warnings, for he was quite straight up with what he wanted to do. He was all powerful. That only gave way for me to feel worthless and pathetically needy for his touch.

“Mmmmmm……already this wet? Hah. How pathetic.”

He didn’t give warnings, indeed. I knew he had it in him when he dove into my cunt, kissing the nub gently as he rubbed his finger against it. I felt as if I was about to squirt too early, but I held it in. Then comes the hard part. The fingers. He stuck two fingers in me, forcing his way in without any form of lube or prep. With the burning pain slowly melting away into pleasure, I let him swirl his tongue around my clit without any form of inhibitions after all. The captain yapped and lapped at my vaginal fluids, overflowing to an extent of it streaming down my cunt. It felt warm, pleasurable, and on top of all that, I felt like I was about to catch feelings for the man.

His digits began curling upward, making me wince at the length of his fingers, yet still aroused. The slight curve didn’t bother me in the slightest. It felt so good, and I for once didn’t mind squirting and cumming all over his face for all I cared.

“Ahhhh, I’m close,” I moaned. Captain Hook drove his mouth deeper, giving my clit a rough suck before pulling away. Leaving my entrance gaping with fluid, he chuckled smugly.

“You taste divine, pet. Hmmm….I think you’re ready to take all of me now. Just relax.”

Captain Hook let go of my figure, turning to his pants as he pulled the upper section down. I wasn’t expecting the sight of at least ten inches of trouser action, and I grew hopelessly frustrated by the fact that it still wasn’t shoved deep in me. 

“Now, now, dear.” Captain Hook spoke. “This won’t be lasting quite long. After all, you’re already this close.”

Spreading my legs wider, the captain rubbed my clit with his cock, enabling me to make use of my energy in humping right back. I held the throbbing length, and felt its texture before he slipped it right inside me with force.

”AGH!!” I squealed.

“What, don’t you like it?” Captain Hook asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Keep going….It burns, but, keep….going!”

“I see. Well, then who am I to deny you what you want.” 

With one thrust, he drove his cock inside me and started to slowly rock in and out of my cunt. It felt euphoric, really, the way he handled me roughly and recklessly without any filter. To compensate for his efforts of ramming through my walls, I fucked him back.

My breasts wobbled as my body grew used to the pleasure judging from the growing speed of his thrusts. He was brutal, violent, just like any other pirate would be when faced with an incoming threat. Gripping my cheeks tightly, Captain Hook used his superior strength to lift my limbs upward to gain a better access towards my core. He kept hitting, and hitting the spot, so much that I could feel myself cumming in less than five whole minutes. I arched and mewled against his grasp, the sounds of skin slapping against skin becoming more apparent. I began to develop no care for whoever overheard our little affair going on. All I needed was to reach completion at the hands of this charming stranger.

Captain Hook was also growing desperate over time. His moans grew more animalistic, muttering a ‘yes’ repeatedly as he was about to lose composure. When I felt a tinge of pleasure spark from within my heated core, that was when he chose to pick up speed. He then leaned closer to feel my neck with his face, leaving hickeys all over as he continued to bite down the layers of thin skin. I yelped in pain for a moment as the sensation slowly turned into pleasure the way he bit on the right spots. 

If only he could see my face right then and there, I would have been humiliated from that point onward. Then he did.

“Ah, ah, ah, no looking elsewhere.” Captain Hook muttered under his breath, panting hard. “Eyes on me. Show me how much you crave this feeling.”

“I—Mmmmmmhhhh….!!! Please, I’m….I’m gonna…..”

“Hold it off, little one. Have your master do all the work.”

With all his strength, Captain Hook grabbed my hips tightly, the hilt of his cock ramming in and out of my heat. The slaps against my ass were wet and loud, our moans matching each other like a symphony. 

“Agh!!!! Captain!!!” I trembled in excitement. “Ahhhhh~”

I wailed his name (James) as Captain Hook thrusted so deep into my core. My walls fluttered and throbbed hard that it was almost a crime for him to pull out of me. I shook against him, crying like a bitch in heat as I felt like the whole world had just shattered before my eyes. Captain Hook spurted his seed balls deep in me, his cum surrounding itself all over my dripping cunt. I let out a deep sigh, realizing the whole mess I’ve been engaging with in the company of a complete stranger.

“Hah……Hahhhhh……..”

Captain Hook didn’t even budge, his cock already retreating from my walls in a slow, yet steady fashion. 

“Such a filthy, disgusting little mutt.” he said, putting his cock back in and leaving me to sulk by the edge of the doorstep. “Get up.”

Captain Hook grabbed my cute, pink bikini, tossing it before my face.

“What is your name?”

“[Name].”

“You did well, [Name],” he said. “Judging by the looks of it, you owe me several nights of complete entertainment. Come outside when you’re ready. I’m more than willing to bring you into my ship.”

[a-twistedheartslonging]

The recent Book 7 release has put Vil and Rook on the mind, so do you have any particularly interesting courtship or relationship headcanons for your nonhuman AU? Thank you :)

My god Rook would rizz you so hard, we already know how he is as a human, though I've seen headcanons that he might have some beastmen in his blood it just isn't obvious/is distant or something like that.

Anyway...

He's enigmatic with a passion for all things beautiful, something Rook very much views you as regardless of what you think of yourself. He's very enthusiastic about supporting those that he admires so be ready for him to be supportive and encouraging as fuck. Yeah, he's gonna be weird about a lot of stuff but Rook is almost always genuine in his intentions.

Expect poetry and love letters to hit your door by arrow every morning.

Ah...Birb Boi Love.

When the night sky envelops the world in its cool embrace, a ballet takes place on treetops and secluded clearings— the dance of owl courtship. 

Serenading the night. Rook is already a great singer and loves to do it, with owls the males often initiate the mating process with a series of hoots. Though with him I'm pretty sure it would be actually singing that he graces you with...but still...it's kind of funny to think about...heh horny hoots.

He might be hoping for you to join him since female owls might answer back, leading to a duet. This vocal interaction strengthens the bond between the two owls and sets the stage for their partnership.

Gift giving, males often present food gifts. This act not only proves the male’s hunting prowess but also his ability to provide for offspring. He knows he can't just leave his fresh kills at your doorstep. Instead, he will use his cooking skills and bring very yummy meals cooked and caught by him. Will give a few happy hoots if you agree to letting him feed you.

He's going to bring you a lot of stuff, not just food though. Keep in mind the guy is well off and for a lot of creatures it's important to keep your mate well groomed, and he gets the good shit from Vil so expect to be gifted the best, lotions, shampoos, and skincare stuff. Along with clothes that seem to fit you perfectly...hmm how did he get your size?

Once a bond begins to form, owls might engage in mutual grooming, a sign of affection and trust. Please let him do your hair and nails he will be so happy. He gets to help you be even more pretty, gets to touch the person he likes, examine your interesting human features. He's actually someone you can trust to bathe with/wash your hair for you without trying anything regardless of his romantic feelings, even if you're nakey.

Nuzzling and nibbling will also happen, he knows you're a fan of his soft feathers and floof and will puff up to lure you in for cuddles...and then he'll get you with those gentle nibbles and nuzzle against you. At least with him, you won't have to worry about getting covered in fur after like with the others, but you might end up with a feather in your hair and will diffidently smell like Rook

Territory plays a vital role in owl mating behaviors. Male owls fiercely defend their territories from rival males, ensuring they have exclusive access to potential mates and sufficient resources for nesting and rearing young. Territory disputes often involve vocal and physical displays, including wing-spreading, aggressive posturing, and occasional physical combat.

As a result, any of the other guys should be wary of arrows flying their way when they get near Ramshackle once Rook gets to that stage in courting. The tree near your window was already one of his favorite spots before this started. I don't think he would start any fights though, not that he would need to, people tried to keep their distance from him before already.

The mental image of him doing the aggressive postering is funny though.

Hmm...wait...no...

...yeah, I can see how that would be scary if it's a man-sized owl creature doing it at night with glowing eyes and he's probably doing a weird honhonhonhon French laugh thing. He's going to scare the shit out of someone.

Some owl species, like the barn owl, engage in dramatic flight displays, which can include dives, spirals, and impressive swoops to impress a potential mate. He would definitely show off and even offer to carry you so you can enjoy a nice flight with him...you might see him divebomb someone, he doesn't actually touch them but gets pretty close.

The man loves his privacy so will likely pick a spot in Ramshackle away from everyone else to make into your love nest, only the finest blankets and pillows will be used, that fancy silk stuff you know?

Hmmm Vil.

I've thought about him ether being a Peacock-

Or a secretary bird.

I'm not sure what suits him best but I'm sure regardless his courtship will be flashy. You'll probably end up with a tail feather smacking you in the face at some point.

I might be able to think up something if you guys send in some ideas.

[whumpshaped]

Is there no special forces, vampire hunters, some kind of a vampire intervention team that beck could call when he first realized Helle was still after him after that first alleyway bite? Not that I want Vampire Killing Cops to get Helle, but I think they would be angy in a neat way if beck did such a mean thing to them ☺️ or was beck simply not thinking rationally (and actually part of him wants to become helle's favourite chewtoy) and forgot to do that and then it got too late?

:) this takes place before he invites helle into his home. enjoy

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tw vampire whumper, implied murder, manipulation, kidnapping mention

It was stupid. Beck knew it was stupid as he made his way to the bar, he knew it was stupid when he first laid eyes on the guy demanding free drinks from an exasperated bartender. He had stakes and crosses hanging from his belt, not even trying to seem anything other than what could potentially get him some special treatment.

A vampire hunter. The first one in the city since the incident that took place a few years ago. They had been avoiding the place like the plague, all except this one brave man who swore to liberate all humans in the area to avenge his missing brother. He hadn't gotten to work yet, as far as Beck could tell.

He walked over and took the seat next to him, nervous as ever. "Excuse me, are you the vampire hunter they've been talking about?"

The hunter turned to face him with an already annoyed look, like Beck had ruined his entire day. "Why else do you think I carry a goddamn stake, boy? What do you want?"

"I– I would like to ask for help, sir. Please. It's, it's pretty urgent."

He scoffed. "Nothing can be that urgent during the day."

That was fine. He was prepared for this. He knew hunters were an arrogant bunch. "I'll buy you a drink. Or two. As many as you want."

The stranger looked him over once again, top to bottom, trying to gauge how much money he might've had. It was a lot. He had asked for an advance at work just so he could come bribe this hunter, eager to seize the opportunity before he fled or died. "My name's Gael."

Beck looked at the bartender who had been not so subtly listening in on the conversation the whole time. "One drink for Gael, please? Whatever he wants." As soon as she nodded, he turned back to his newest friend and possible saviour. "My name's Beckett. And I know exactly where the vampire is going to be this evening. And the next. And the one after." He tugged down the collar of his sweater to reveal his mangled neck, littered with bite marks and fresh bruises. "And I don't know who else to ask for help with that."

"Oh, I'm not listening to a thrall," Gael said instantly, but Beck grabbed onto his sleeve to keep him from leaving.

"No, it's not like that! It's, it's so much worse, they're not using magic, they– they don't... they don't want me to want this," he choked out. "They specifically– they specifically want me to struggle. They're not using anything on me, and it hurts, and it's so fucking scary. Please. Please, just hear me out, at least let me give you the address–"

"Alright, alright, jeez." He yanked his arm out of Beck's grip, settling back into his chair. "That's fucked up, if you're telling the truth. I've never heard of a vampire doing that."

"Me neither. And I didn't want to." He looked at the hunter with pleading eyes, desperate for any sort of solution. "Will you help me? Please? You said– they, I've heard them say you're here to liberate us, and I don't feel very free right now. In an hour I have to get back home so they can rip my neck open again. I live in fucking fear. They, they threatened to turn me."

Gael nodded, finally looking somewhat serious. Determined, even. He pushed the glass towards Beck, much to his confusion. "You can buy me a thousand more once I killed the leech, but if we really want to do this tonight, I'm gonna have to be more focused than that. Give me the address and drink up. You need it more than I do."

-

Beck was extra jittery as he stood by the front door, hands buried deep in his pockets so he wouldn't be so cold as he waited. More than anything, he would've liked Gael to show up and tell him that all had been taken care of — but if he could only attack while Helle was distracted with drinking, well, that was fine by him too. He could endure one more bite.

He sucked in a breath when he spotted the vampire, bracing himself for the inevitable pain. One bite. Just one more. This was the last time he had to do this, because Gael was about to take care of it, and he was going to be okay. His biggest worry would be paying the bill at the end of the night in the bar.

"You look a bit anxious," they said casually as they got closer, and Beck shrugged, admittedly anxiously.

"It's, it's the whole 'having my blood sucked against my will' thing, I think," he muttered, and Helle chuckled. "And it's really cold. I'd like t-to get back inside, please."

"Yes, of course. I would not dream of keeping you longer than absolutely necessary. Oh, before I forget..." They reached into their pocket, pulling out some mystery object and handing it to them. "I think this might be yours. You must have dropped it on your way home."

"I didn't–" All the colour drained from his face when he realised what it was, a wave of nausea washing over him. It felt like his entire world had come crumbling down around him within a single moment, any hopes and dreams of freedom shattered and stomped on.

No. No, that couldn't– that was the hunter's crucifix, wasn't it? And that was... that was blood. That was definitely blood.

"No?" Helle glanced at it curiosly, then back up at him. "Who else could have possibly dropped it so close to your home at this hour?" They cocked their head to the side, eyes cold and devoid of any trace of humanity Beck had come to expect. "Did you invite anyone else?"

He thought he might collapse. He reached out with a trembling hand, slowly closing his fingers around the stolen item. "N-no," he breathed. "It's– it's mine. S-sorry."

Helle didn't let go of it right away. He allowed Beck ample time to think about all the implications, all the unspoken threats, and all the ways this could've gone down differently. Allowed him time to regret it properly. Honestly. Allowed the guilt and terror to completely devour him from the inside out, leaving nothing but an empty husk of apologies and fear.

He did regret it, now. He regretted it immensely. He regretted ever being born.

It won't ever happen again, they tried to say without words, begging Helle to continue playing along, to drop it; he understood now, he wasn't going to pull another stunt like this. Or any at all. Please.

"Good," they said eventually, letting Beck take the crucifix and put it in his pocket. He swore he could feel Gael's blood burning a hole into the fabric. "You ought to be more careful in the future. Losing something so precious can be quite the tragedy."

~

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[flowersandbigteeth]

Blast from the past ask about the Kherae aliens based off of this lore…

“The aliens were polite, good providers, and had charming cultural differences that made relationships with them interesting and fresh…Their society worshiped women and after theirs were brutally gassed and murdered, they were protective and devoted husbands. You were pretty jealous you’d never gotten to choose a Kherae at one of their centers, where they let you look through screens filled with eligible bachelors for the right one. All your friends from college were blissfully happy with their new enormous, hunky husbands…The other married officers were polite, but looked at you with indifference. To their credit, married Kherae were pretty devoted to their spouses. They didn’t think of other women. They spoke to you when they needed to and then walked away, never stopping for any pleasantries.”

Questions (sorry this is so long!):

What are some fun tidbits of Kherae culture that make dating them fun and interesting? What’s the courtship culture?

When a human woman “selects” her potential husband, does the Kherae just go along with it cause he wants any mate he can get? Or do they go through dating like how we normally do, and meet lots of other potential spouses to make sure they’re compatible? Do the Kheare get to “choose” too, or nah?

Would the offspring of Kherae and a human be half and half? Or are Kherae genes really dominant? What’d the offsprings’ appearance be like? (I had read the post about monster and human offspring, and was wondering if the same lore applied to the aliens).

It was really fun to read the Kherae stories. And with the lore parts, it really hit me again of how scary men could be towards women because so much of what you beautifully wrote is plausible in reality, or already happens one way or another. Like the following would 100% happen if it became reality.

“When the Kherae came to Earth looking for human women to repopulate with, human men weren’t exactly thrilled and despite the alien's superior technology, wealth, and honestly, appearance, the men weren’t giving up…Human men, who committed most of the crime in the past were further and further ostracized from society as women were more and more occupied with the aliens…Most of the crime now were men protesting or causing other trouble with home grown terrorism attempts, trying to get some attention.”

It’s scary how a lot of men regardless of race, ethnicity, or nationality feel entitled to women. And you see this a lot in online incel communities and in far right groups that broadcast their messages. Women are property, and are a man’s right from the day they’re born.

This is a personal experience I had online and see occasionally, but I’ve had x race men feel specifically entitled to the women of same race, and become absolutely rabid when x race women date outside of their race. What’s even worse is that the men encourage racism themselves, and say, “You should try x race women because abc reasons.” Goes to show that women are also just trophies or are treated like some type of card collectible. It really is scary. This topic also resonates with me a lot because I’m from a culture/country that very much did NOT value females to the point laws had to be put in place to circumvent female infanticide. So you can imagine how my eyes pop into heart shapes whenever a man is written to love and respect women. It’s always funny but still terrifying that some groups of men complain about women leaving x group for literal better prospects, because it’s your groups fault for the poor treatment of women? As they say, reap what you sow.

So sorry for this ridiculous long send in. I just really loved your Kherae stories and I obviously needed to get this off my chest from rereading them again. <3

Thank you for all your thoughts! Your observations are so on point.

This is kind of a long answer 😅 but I hope I got everything, I answered your questions about the Kherae under the cut 👇🏾

TW: domestic violence

Sometimes I feel sad writing these stories. Even though they are fantasy there is a lot of reality and vulnerability folded in. I was reading something about the "women going their own way" phenomenon happening in different countries and I totally understand that. Abusive people will pretend to be nice and sweet for YEARS before they show their true colors. Why would I want to take a risk on a potentially controlling, abusive partner who will destroy everything I've built for myself when I can just hang out with my friends, read romance novels, walk my dog, and have peace of mind?

To your point, I hate the passport bros comments where they write little manifestos about how x race or ethnicity is more servile and feminine. It's a bizarre fantasy they've created to comfort themselves and justify their behavior. Like you said, there is a distinct intersection between racism and mysogyny, the racism creating another avenue to objectification.

I was reading something not too long ago about a counselor who worked at a prison dealing with domestic abusive men and he asked the men why they wouldn't stop being abusive and they all said, assuming you don't get caught, there is no downside to being abusive. You get your way, you force someone to serve you, and it's hard to be prosecuted. He was at a loss as to how to rehabilitate them because unlike substance abuse, for example, where you can point out how drugs or alcohol have ruined their lives, they have literally no reason to quit their abusive ways. Once they get out of jail, they can just find someone less likely to call the cops on them and do it all again.

I am personally in favor of rehabilitative justice, but I have no idea what to do with that. That put a lot of toxic behavior into perspective for me. You can scale that up to national laws and you can scale it down to guys on Twitter and the reality is always the same. There's no reason for them to try and change when abuse works for them. So maybe a lot of my writing is in response to that. It's nice to think about someone who uses their strength to support you, not tear you down, even if tearing you down is the easier, more profitable action.

My closest guess is that we need to cultivate a gentler world. Idk how you teach empathy, but as a society we've been dropping the ball on that. In all aspects of at least American culture we prioritize cruelty as a rule.

On a lighter note, to answer your questions:

1. The Kherae have been starved from romantic companionship most of their lives. At the the timeline I'm writing, most of them were little boys when the females were murdered, so they don't have much experience in it. That said they are enthusiastic and willing to try. They are fascinated with Earth for a number of reasons. One of them is that their planet is very monochrome. Most plants are some shade of purple and they evolved to match that environment (hence their skin tone). They love human gardens and gardening because there are SO MANY colors! A human can expect to receive bouquets, potted plants, and if he can, he'll be in your backyard planting things.

Since most of them were raised with no hope of a future, their elders taught them to exist in a constant state of orderly duty so that their society didn't fall apart. The general thought was "go into the darkness with dignity." If they did become extinct, they didn't want the universe to see their society fall into chaos before they disappeared. Because of that, most of them, deeply value respect. They can appear somewhat stoic at times, but they would never embarrass you in public and go to great lengths to protect your honor.

After the tragedy, the arts in Kherae society changed tone abruptly. There were many shrines and literary works mourning their loss. Slowly their culture became less and less interested in the arts as it seemed somewhat pointless and they were all very depressed. When they arrive to Earth and see the spectrum of art, music, and literature they are thrilled. Many of them are fascinated with human movies, love going to concerts, and art museums. They will take you on lots of culture dates. They adore museums, art shows, painting classes, movies, concerts...you'll never be bored if you like to go out.

One artistic pursuit that was not lost was dance. They are an athletic culture and great dancers. You can see them in clubs doing backflips and all sorts of crazy physical feats you would not expect these large aliens to be capable of.

2. When a human picks a Kherae there is a dating period for them to get to know one another and see if they are compatible. It's important to note that they believe in "fated mates." It's unclear if that mystical reality exists, but what's important is most of them deeply believe that it does. They interpret being chosen as fate, so they will do their very best to impress you. If more than one woman is interested in one Kherae he will be allowed to choose who he believes he is more compatible with. Despite how excited they are, they are happy to take a relationship slow. Their core values include loyalty and respect so they want humans to be very sure before they commit. When they first arrived, there were some broken hearts because humans are used to dating around and breakups being normal. Kherae want to choose a person they will be together forever and dating for fun not for a long term relationship is confusing for them.

3. When I first started writing about them, they had half and half children, some looking more like one parent than another, but many of them have skin slightly shaded purple and grow small horns and tails. So it is different from my monster fics.

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I hope that answers everything 🙏🏾 I love your thoughts, they made me look at the stories from a different angle, which is cool 😎

[ryanwrites05]

June 20 - discover

@hinnymicrofic

A/N: So uhhh, this was new for me. Another scene I’ve always pictured for them in the summer after the war. I think it would be extremely difficult for both Harry and Ginny to actually talk for a while, which would lead to other issues. I think the vision of Harry dead, on top of everything else, would haunt her quite a bit. She was mentally prepared for the possibility/likelihood of it happening following their DH kiss, but facing the reality (and then him coming back) would make it hard for her to reconcile him being alive.

Content warnings: mature/nsfw themes; referencing (consensual) sexual activity; underage

Under the cut because of the tags:

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He slept in the Burrow’s attic a lot that first summer after the war, usually when staying at Hogwarts was too much for him. Plus, Ron insisted they be together as much as possible - he supposed months on the run together and everything that happened during the Battle made him want to keep an eye on everyone. He didn’t blame him.

He found out rather quickly that “together” certainly had its limits. For example, he definitely didn’t want to stay together in Ron’s room, what with the sound of Ron and Hermione doing that. No amount of privacy charms could make him forget those noises.

So, the thankfully now ghoul-free attic it was. Which was how he found himself one early July evening, staring out the small half-moon window watching the thunderstorm. The loud bangs of thunder and lightning were less scary than what awaited him once he closed his eyes.

A small noise alerted him and Ginny poked her head inside the room, then upon seeing him, she entered and closed the door softly behind her. They hadn’t talked much, not really. Not about the important stuff he said he would, like horcruxes and pensieve memories. It was still too hard, too guilt-ridden.

She was wearing a soft, oversized Harpies shirt and short cotton shorts, her hair tied up in some loose bun. In a word: beautiful. Captivating would have also been appropriate.

Her face was set, determined, eyes blazing. Whatever she intended, he knew he didn’t stand a chance. She slowly walked over and sat on the bed.

Vaguely realizing he hadn’t said anything yet, he attempted to say something, but she quickly shushed him with a finger to his lips. His skin tingled underneath.

Another flash of lightning lit up her face and he caught the hint of fear and grief behind her eyes. It hurt every time he saw the grief there, knowing his part in it. He reached a hand to hers and she caught it and clung onto it.

“You’re alive,” she breathed softly. A fresh wave of guilt for the things he’d done and still couldn’t talk about washed over him. He rubbed a small circle across her hand with his thumb and nodded.

She gave a brief jerk of her head more in affirmation to herself, and he wasn’t sure she believed him. Her face set again and the determined look was back. “I need you to show me.”

“What?” He asked, utterly confused for a moment. He studied her face, the flicker of nervous uncertainty masked by resolve and a flash of something that looked like desire made her meaning clear. His stomach dropped. What she was suggesting was preposterous, potentially disastrous.

“Show me,” she insisted, bringing his hand to her chest, settling it over her heart. He could feel the beating of it and his stomach calmed, then he felt the swell of her breasts and his mind short-circuited. Her eyes were almost pleading, and he knew there was no miscommunication about what she was implying.

She didn’t wait for him to respond as she snaked her hand around the back of his head and pulled him to her, their lips crashing together. It was the tonic he somehow forgot he lived on.

He’d never quite appreciated just how soft her lips were before, and how wonderful it felt to kiss her. His other hand snaked up to her hair and it took everything he had to not succumb willingly and completely to her.

He begrudgingly broke off to make sure, but her look silenced him.

“Every…,” she sniffed and took a deep breath to try and compose herself, “every time I close my eyes you’re dead. And I…I need to know that this you …the one I can touch…isn’t. I need you to show me, Harry.”

He looked in her eyes, studying the golden flecks in her chocolate brown for any sign of doubt, but found none. He understood it deeply, the need to discern nightmares from reality.

“I’m not…I haven’t,” he took a deep breath, steadying himself. “I’ve never done this before…”

She gave a small smile. “Me either.” She then rested her forehead against his, like she always used to do after a particularly enjoyable snog, and he surrendered.

Their lips were on each other again quickly. Strikes of lightning and thunder continued, masking their first time together. Time full of reverence and proof. Time spent together wholly - to drive away ghosts, to discover who they were now and who they could possibly be again.

[askthatoneanacondraikaiguy]

How’s Kai’s fear of water as a snake? Is it better, worse, the same?

It takes on a fresh new irony, because, fun fact; Anacondrai are semi-aquatic!

Anacondas are water boas and are actually considered kinda clumsy and slow while on land. Their eyes and nostrils are higher up on their head specifically so they can be almost completely submerged while they hunt. (this is my theory on why Pythor's got that stupid long neck) Their natural habitats of swamps, rainforests, slow-moving rivers, and flood plains.

So, by extension, this also largely applies to Anacondrai. They're scary fast in water and, since we don't see a lot of bipedal Anacondrai I choose to HC that the other Serpentine aren't semi-aquatic. The tail makes for easier mobility in the water.

This is why Ray sealed them away in the Sea of Sand; the Anacondrai would have been harder to round up and restrain in a wetter environment.

But Kai's still scared of water, especially since he doesn't know initially that Anacondrai are even semi-aquatic. But knowing it doesn't comfort him a whole lot, either. The others definitely rib him a little over it once they know that Anacondrai are semi-aquatic.

I don't think the others' realize how scary fast and dangerous Anacondrai are in water until later via Skylor (because she is not scared of water and I HC she was trained in how to fight while partially submerged in water) or via Maya and Ray, because they definitely had to face off against Anacondrai in their natural environment at least once.

Once Kai's been exposed to the potential of an Anacondrai in water, he resolves to get over his fear and become dangerous in water. I'm not sure when that specifically would happen though, either after Posession or after Hands of Time. Probably after Hands of Time, in between all the searching for Sensei Wu.

[dontbooatme]

Dark themes. Buried alive mention

I imagine intangibility has to be one hella scary/traumatic superpower to learn. Especially with how it works in dp canon. (vs how it works for Mirio in bnha where the character pops back out into the world when he releases his hold on it)

And yeah, yeah, it was mostly played for laughs. There's a lot of comedy potential in a superpower like that

But there's also a much darker, angstier potential in it, and tbh that's what I'm in the mood for right now

I mean. Imagine how many nightmares Danny must have had about burying himself alive with it entirely by accident. Imagine how many close calls there were before he actually got a handle on it

Just imagine your feet suddenly aren't under you anymore. And you can't even try and grab ahold of the dirt and drag yourself back out. And back into the fresh air

Imagine having ghost powers. And not knowing if that makes you dead, alive, or undead or what.

And imagine how Danny would see his intangibility acting up like that with that kind of mindset about his powers.

I think it would feel like some kind of Final Destination shit. Like he escaped Death itself. And now Death is trying to drag him right down to where he belongs.

6 feet under

Just imagine having ghost powers.

And imagine sitting with the knowledge of all the ways your powers could kill you no matter what being a halfa means about your mortality.

[silverpsychedelic]

may we hear some lore about your lovely Pokémon oc 👀

Of course, it's very sweet of you to ask! Grant it I've not played a lot of the Pokemon games, and none of the PMD games (where he would exist, or at least something akin to it), so I'm mostly going off of things I've read.

You can finally add cuts on mobile let's GO

This is Caduceus Hecatoncheires (often gets shortened to just Cade though), the reclusive Lord of a huge, forgotten and ghostly Manor that borders a neighbouring Pokemon city. He acts as not only a guardian of the grounds and all the Pokemon within it, but also as a representative of their small, ghostly community at Poketown meetings. You'll often catch him busy with something around the manor, and the time he spends on himself is rarely witnessed (which basically translates to him being a bit of a workaholic)

The manor itself is pretty quiet during the day, and it's hidden within a thick set of woods just outside of a large Pokemon city. So a lot of mons only know of it's apparent existence through rumors and urban legends about a scary old mansion of interestingly human design sleeping within the depths of the woods. And that's the way they sort of prefer it, to avoid the potential of looting and vandalism.

Cade's story goes much deeper than that, however, as he is not the original Lord of the Manor -the one everyone thinks he is. The only thing Cade knows about the original Lord is his name, that he was also a dusknoir, and that he was the appointed guardian of the Manor set to protect it without fail. He learned all of this because he was mistaken as the very same Lord, after an unexplained disappearance had left the manor unprotected for a very long period of time. Cade had simply awoken with hardly any memories of who or what he was before, and was promptly swarmed by a mass of ghost types who were eager to see the return of their 'beloved lord'.

There's a whole bunch of story after that with Cade learning about what's been happening with the manor and the ghost community, and how they're at risk of losing their home. He decides to put his own mystery on hold for a while and help them out, and there's a very funny series of events where he fights the local Pokemon government over protection for the manor and it's grounds (I don't know why but the idea of a local Pokemon government is so funny to me). All the while, Cade is unknowingly falling into step with what the original Lord would do -though this time with more tenacity and fresh ideas.

It ends with Cade basically deciding that the mystery of who he was before isn't something he's particularly bothered by, and instead takes over the role of Lord of the Manor full time. And now it's been so long he sometimes forgets he wasn't always the guardian of the mansion, his past and present have completely become entwined within it.

He also ends up eventually meeting a Tsareena (a friend's oc) who works as a seamstress in the city and they end up totally enamoured with each other 🥺

[lifeofkaze]

2023 - A Roundup

How fast the year has gone. I feel like it's been only yesterday that 2023 stepped on stage, and now, the curtain is falling on it already, with 2024 waiting in the wings.

It has grown quiet here this year. In the fandom, on my blog, on my online presence. There's multiple reasons for that - some personal, some life-related, some people-related, but with the prospect of a fresh new year on the horizon, all these things are either something I intend to embrace more fully or leave behind for good.

Looking at my history of 2021 and 2022, 2023 was the sparsest one on the writing front up to date, and here, too, are several very different reasons for this. I've written little this year, and published even less, and yet, I feel like I have grown more into myself as a writer than ever before. A lot of projects I had in the pipeline got scrapped, or converted, or pulled from public access to become a better version of themselves.

If you are interested in what has become of projects that I may have mentioned or worked on in the past, here's an itemised list of 30 years of what my future plans are (with major tbc because, have you ever even talked to me?)

HPHL era:

A Lifetime of Adventures - Selene's story What was meant to be an antology of several many stories is still an an antology but greatly reduced in both numbers, cast and things it covers. It will still span from Selene's first year at Hogwarts to her last, with an aimed at one story per year (which you fully know will not work, but hey). Parts of it are already written and published as independent shorts, others are unpublished and yes, it will still be happening. As for the parts detailing Selene's later life... that remains to be seen. There's a lot Selene has to tell but she and I need to sit and see if these stories are for me only, or if she wants to share them with the world.

Smoke and Mirrors - Caro's story With Brady going his own way in the Pendleton Tradition (you GO @kc-the-writer), Caro has decided that she can do what Brady can do because duh. Smoke and Mirrors is no longer a fanfic/fandom story but a very much unfinished rough draft that will probably turn out to be an original novella set in modern day NYC about a young med student and the pressure of expectations and self-imposed perfectionism. I wonder where I've heard that before.

Henry's story Despite being my resident book-character, Henry never asked me of a story of his own. Everything I still have in store for him revolves around either Selene or Caitlin and if he lets me into his head (which has always been an incredible but rare thing) it would be as unrelated shorts. In all honesty, I don't think it's likely that they will come into existence outside of my drafts, though.

Caitlin's story There is a potential novella about Caitlin's way to become a healer in my head which is too bittersweet for me to let go of just yet because not only would it give her some room to shine but also gives closure to two other characters very dear to me (and honestly, reading the draft makes me choke up, so there's that). I would prefer this as an original novella, but seeing as some of it would lose impact without the knowing the characters involved... I'm not quite sure what to do with it yet.

HPHM era:

A Source of Balance My baby, my joy, essence of my sleepless nights (and not in a good way). The third part of the Balance series is 100 % going to happen and 100 % happening on this blog. Apart from details I will figure out as I go, the whole story is planned in my usual over-planning style and I'm honestly just waiting for brainspace to clear up and the blank page to become less scary. It may take a while to get the complexity of it right but... watch this space.

Larger than Life My other baby, my heartbreak, my... yeah. Larger than Life has always been different, Ava has always been different, this whole project has been... different. Because of various issues, I've decided to remove this project from my fandom rota for good. It will still happen, my heart is too firmly set on it, but it will be as an original project over on @kaze-writes and will be a sweet while until I'm able to sort out the problems that comes from uprooting it. But all in all, I am very much happy with the decision I've finally come to with this.

When Stars Ignite When Stars Ignite has been removed from all my writing platforms as it is still under re-construction, and probably will be for another sweet while. This story has fully left any fandom connections behind and has turned into my (and @alyslaskeywriter) first full-length novel (mine, that is, Alys is miles head of me with her incredible book The Chief, which you really should check out bc oh my). My lose intention is to maybe query it for publishing at some point in the future, so I wouldn't hold my breath for its return to online spaces.

HPMA era:

New Horizons - Reva's story Reva's rise and fall from grace and her journey to herself has never really been a fandom thing and will become an original novel once I figure out how to research faraway travel destinations without drowning in wanderlust. It may take a while.

A Bright Future - Dana's and Dylan's story The story of Dylan and Dana is still up for debate in my head. There's days when I want to continue with this as a fandom project as intended, and there's others when an original friends-to-lovers romcom is begging me to have my way with it. The outcome remains to be seen.

Shorts:

All shorts directly associated with stories that have moved to the original side of my writing will follow suit. Everything else I have written or drafted up will remain here, or be posted on my original blog and reblogged to here in case there wouldn't have been a difference anyway.

Original:

All original works you have heard me speak about (namely, Lemons, Icarus, Memento Mori and That Fantasy Thing That Is Going To Drive Me Insane Before Long are still all in development and not yet ready to be written. But we're getting there. Somehow.

So, if any of the stories you have been waiting for or thought I had promised but forgotten them isn't on that list, do feel free to ask! I love talking to people and I've not been good at it this year. I miss the creative core of this community, and getting to see other people's projects unfold and grow from idea to reality. If you want creative exchange, I beg you, this is always a place for it.

In that regards, my favourite peeps, I wish you a very happy end to 2023 and a creative, peaceful and - naturally - balanced start into 2024.

Here's to you. Here's to all of us.

Keep writing 💛

xx Kaze

[jupiterswasphouse]

BUG FABLES - A REVIEW

I just finished Bug Fables for the first time and got all the achievements! Here are my thoughts! (Skip to the end if you just want a quick overview of each point):

I really enjoyed this game! It's nice to have another experience that's like the first two Paper Marios because after playing TTYD for the first time last year I found myself wanting more of that style (Although I personally really love SPM and PM:TOK), but even still, I think Bug Fables does plenty to separate itself from just being TTYD again.

The party system is definitely a lot more standard, with three main party members rather than a main character with a cast of partners (Unless you count a certain secret character you may get in late game), but the battle system is very reminiscent of Paper Mario, with the ability to perform action commands and block incoming attacks, as well as using special skills. In a way it also reminds me of the Mario And Luigi games, in that some of the skills you can perform are team attacks, although, in this game, the team attacks use up a turn for all characters involved. It's very familiar, but manages to stay fresh throughout as you play through and gain new skills.

I really like how all three main characters (Vi, Kabbu, and Leif) have types of enemies they specialize in, with Vi for airborne enemies, Kabbu for enemies that need to be overturned or have their defenses lowered, and Leif for enemies that are underground or that you might want to freeze. And these skills aren't just limited to the battlefield either, as each of these abilities are utilized in unique ways to traverse the overworld as well, making it interesting to solve puzzles and find secrets in ways both intended and not.

There are also tons of medals in the game, which makes it interesting to strategize with what you may need for a particular fight. Although late into the game and in post game that strategy essentially becomes Overload Vi With Attack Medals for every fight, as Vi can really become a massive damage dealer if you play your cards right (Granted I didn't know this until Chapter 7).

In terms of difficulty, I think Bug Fables is fairly well balanced, and can easily be beaten by someone familiar with the Mario RPG style. Personally, I played the whole thing (except the boss rush and cave of trials) with the hard mode medal on, which made Chapter 7 in particular a pretty daunting jump in difficulty, especially considering I wasn't fully ranked up by the final boss due to avoiding a lot of fights earlier on.

When it comes to the story, it'd had me very intrigued to find out what was going to be revealed next, with each main character having their own secrets. Obviously, if you know anything about Bug Fables, Leif's mystery is certainly the biggest, but that doesn't stop those for Vi and Kabbu from keeping one's interest! And it's not just the main characters who are important, as the game provides a world to explore which leaves the player asking plenty questions, answering just enough of them while leaving some room for speculation. It provides an interesting representation of bugs, with aspects based in both reality and fiction, with lore books and story beats that fill in some of how we got from one to the other.

It even shares another aspect with the Paper Mario franchise in the time-tested tradition of "Oh! That's actually kind of scary!" in both what is outright shown to the player and what is implied in lore. But don't worry too much, as the writing has the light hearted charm to balance it out, with heartfelt moments and light jokes here and there. Although not having too many big gags, I would say, some certainly stick out.

Heading into spoiler territory (skip this paragraph if you'd like to avoid these spoilers) for a moment, I like that they seem to set up the classic trope of the person you're working for potentially ✨ being evil all along ✨ only to subvert that expectation. As much as I was fully prepared for it, I really wasn't looking forward to the Evil Boss twist and was very relieved when it didn't happen. You do get a sort of parallel to this idea, however, in that the Wasp King is actually a usurper, to the point of actually not being a wasp at all. I was honestly disappointed going in that you were fighting wasps, but it delightfully surprised me to find that the real wasp queen is actually quite nice and the wasps make peace with the other kingdoms in the post game. (It was also quite the fun surprise to find a friendly wasp with a name very similar to my own in the game!).

And, furthermore, the looks of the game! This part really doesn't matter to me much as it tends to be more important that the gameplay and story is good, but it's a point to bring up nonetheless,

I like the style! The 2D elements are well done and provide a pinch of extra charm to a game that's already got plenty of it. The model and texture work is also nice (if a bit bright), and gives you a fairly good idea of the world around you. It does leave some to be desired, I'll be honest, there's a pinch of crust to it, especially in the outline department, as there are places where you can very clearly see objects clipping into the outline of a different object (I feel I can take a solid guess at how it was done and, yeah, I do understand it though, other methods may have been highly resource intensive). But, I feel like it's fairly easy to be able to look past these flaws and appreciate it for what it is, and it's not like those flaws get in the way of the player's enjoyment of the more serious moments or the action of gameplay.

Finally, the game was also very stable, seemingly, as I encountered no major glitches, certainly nothing that would get in the way of a standard player's experience.

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All in all,

Gameplay: Varied, familiar but new, not very repetitive despite the implications of the genre, and fun to explore the possibilities of

Difficulty: Manageable. Hard mode is exactly what it says on the tin, to an extent, and you may end up needing to change tactics a few times should you go that route.

Story/Lore: Intriguing and, in places, touching. A good range of emotions and discoveries that leave the player asking the right amount of questions.

Graphics: Fairly good, having a high amount of charm, leaving some things to be desired but presenting no actively experience-harming flaws.

Stability: Very good, showing no signs of full-on game breaking, only very minor occurrences of visual or audio error.

Overall: Recommended!

[twothpaste]

Paula for the ask game, if you'd like!

First impression:

wow they sure made the girl character a pink little damsel (despite her badass powers) and called it a day huh. ok

Impression now:

wow i can take the girl character and develop whatever i want about her and -- oh shit - oops - haha whoops - now she's my favorite

Favorite moment: Every time she uses PK Freeze. But really, I'm very sentimental about the brief period between Twoson and Threed where it's just Ness and Paula traveling together. Paula makes a friend she can be herself with. Ness makes a friend after braving the big scary world all by himself. They're probably a little awkward and uncertain of each other at first, but they quickly come to admire each others' strengths!! Combat feels so fresh and exciting once you finally have a party member! They both have to learn to work together with a fellow PSI user, and it's really sweet.

Idea for a story: I don't really have more Paula stories on the brain rn. Whatever I do next with Intermission AU though, I wanna develop her friendship with Claus some more… They're both book-smart and snarky, he's one of very few people who can keep up with her wit. She only knows the half of what he's been through, but she looks out for him on the downlow. Especially in light of his bad experiences with Porky (Paula helped Ness through his fallout with Porky too, she's kind of in a unique position to provide some levelheaded advice & support). And they've both got unresolved anger with their family members. Their playfully pretentious nerd banter might easily give way to some heartfelt & heavy discussions. I feel like one of these days I could cook up somethin interesting. Intermission Senior Year arc where Paula finally stands up to her megalomaniac mom, while Claus cheers from the sidewalk like "yeah paula, you tell her!! yolo, dude! i got your back!"

Unpopular opinion: A lot of fan content I see & read will either sideline her or just, not flesh her out very much beyond Yeah She Sure Is The Girl. :( Itoi left the EarthBound party members relatively underdeveloped on purpose, hoping players would fill in the blanks to their hearts' content. Paula can be anything or anyone, and can have really interesting dynamics with her other party members! I just think her potential is often underutilized.

Favorite relationship: She's Ness' best friend!! A smart pretty popular girl befriends a little fat boy with average grades n' no connections beyond his hometown! And against all expectations, it turns out they get along brilliantly! He helps her loosen up & let go of her perfectionism, she helps him overcome his insecurities & become a more confident person! Ness really really needed someone to trust as his friendship with Porky crumbled, and Paula was right there the whole time. I think they have lots of silly goofy fun together - they'll dance and do karaoke and take joke photos at national monuments. I have a funny little headcanon that they tried dating in high school, quickly realized they like just being friends much better, and went on as if nothing happened. And another, that they teach each other their PSI techniques. Healing doesn't come naturally to Paula, and offense doesn't come naturally to Ness, but they're patient and perseverant and they figure it out over time.

Favorite headcanon: My girl Paula is academia pilled to comedic degrees. She's obsessed with Virginia Woolf. She feels a spiritual kinship with The Queen's Gambit. She daydreams about being a college professor. When she watches movies she calls them "films," and you'd better believe she's taking notes.

[twistyprefect]

Magical Mishaps, Morals, and Memories: Prologue

The puffs of smoke from the front of the Hogwarts Express clouded the front of the train, the black and red exterior sheening with what seemed like fresh polish. Returning and new students were rushing about the platform, some eagerly and some less so. Trunks were being dragged across the platform, friends were yelling and hugging, parents were waving goodbye. Another start to a schoolyear at Hogwarts, full of potential.

Inhaling deeply, the lone exchange student gripped their trunk handle tightly as they tried to avoid other students. They loaded their trunk onto the back of the train before making their way towards the compartments to find a seat. Nervously, they double checked the first empty compartment they found. Finding it truly empty, they sat down, fiddling with the ends of their sleeves and double checking their robes.

Wand? Check. Money? Check. Uniform to change into? Check.

The student sighed and relaxed a bit, smiling slightly. Just as the train was about to move, a knock on the compartment door shook them from their relaxed state.

"Hi! Everywhere else is full, mind if we join you?" The ginger boy standing in the doorway asked. The student glanced behind the boy, seeing several other boys behind him.

"Sure..." They said, shifting towards the door to provide enough seating for everyone. The boy grinned and stepped inside. He seemed pretty tall for his age and had a friendly but intense air about him. The second boy, about the same height with dark hair and blue eyes, sat next to the first boy, nodding to the student. The third boy was much shorter, with pale lilac hair and a somewhat reserved expression. He sat in the last space next to the first two boys. The fourth other student was a lot taller and kind of...scary-looking. He nodded to the student and sat across from the ginger. Lastly, a green-haired boy entered and closed the door before sitting next to the student.

"Thanks. I'm Ace Trapolla. Fourth year Gryffindor and rising Quidditch star!" The ginger said, grinning. The boy next to him rolled his eyes but still grinned a bit too.

"Deuce Space. Also a fourth year Gryffindor." He introduced, waving to the original occupant.

"Epel Felmier, Gryffindor. Unlike Ace, I'm an actual Quidditch star." He said, grinning at Ace's annoyed protests.

"Jack Howl." The fourth boy said before going back to staring out the window.

"I'm Sebek Zigvolt! I'm in Hufflepuff, which is actually way cooler than Gryffindor." The green-haired boy said, beaming smugly.

The exchange student smiled nervously before introducing themself.

"What house are you in?"

"Oh, I don't know! I just started attending...I originally went to a different magic school." They explained. The compartment erupted into noise, causing them to cover their ears a bit to avoid the yelling, Jack quickly took control of his friends, shushing them and gently shaking the student's shoulder. They hummed gratefully before turning back to the rest of their new...friends?

"Well, hopefully you'll be in Gryffindor!" Epel said, giving them a grin and a thumbs up.

"Or Slytherin. Like it or not, they've always been neck-in-neck with us for the house cup." Jack added. Epel pouted in response, crossing his arms over his chest and slumping down in his seat.

"No! You'll definitely want to be in Hufflepuff. Or Ravenclaw!" Sebek countered.

"You only like Ravenclaw because your precious Mal-Mal is in it." Ace said, snickering to himself. Deuce snorted, obviously trying not to laugh too hard. This started another round of yelling, which the student just sighed at.

Glancing out the window as best they could, they smiled slightly to themself. Maybe this would be just what they needed.

Hogwarts was known to be a great place for memory-making, after all!

Get Sorted

{hi dorm mates! i've been meaning to start posting again, so i came up with a project that i'm excited about: a twst hogwarts au! hopefully other people will be as excited as i am about it. i'm thinking of trying to make it a choose-your-own-adventure type thing, but we'll see how that goes! i've already picked all the characters' houses, years, patronuses, etc.! hopefully tomorrow i'll have the time to get the first 2 parts out.

~ Friday}

[candy-fae]

HELLO CARLIE I am here to get u to talk about batman stuff

What got u into batman and why is the riddler ur fav? I am hella curious and i don't remember if we talked abt it!

-Chris! (@worldtravelercv)

LET ME BEAM YOU BACK TO THE RIPE YEAR OF 2004!! I am fresh to the world, 4 years old. I know what Batman is, because I have three older brothers. But I only watched live action silly Jim carry villains, and the colors and Tim burtony city were what stuck. Cool. Neat.

Fast forward. 200000007? Probably. BOOMERANG. I grew up without cable, and the internet for a while. Didn't get a phone until I was 14. so, late at night, while I'm watching the brand new box tv, what comes across my screen?

Well at that time certainly not robot chicken. The theme song was scary. So, the 2004 Batman reruns catch my attention on boomerang, and BOY did they hold it! Feral joker. Penguin being a greedy little criminal. And the Batman. Everything was dark, and angular, and when there was color it was BRIGHT. but it was used so well it made things seem intentional and wacky.

That's actually my favorite version of Bruce. I'm not really a batfam fan at all haha. Hard to keep track of the robins for me. But he was animated like a shadow, or a vampire, and was sharp like a villains design. Kevin Conroy has the best Bman voice, but this guy was my OG and a different spin on the hero's I'd seen so far.

the best version of everything is the the version we were exposed to as kids.

And I loved it! Penguin was definitely my favorite, and I'm actually not a big fan of the Batman 2004's Riddler lol. Just not my style, but INTERESTING. story wise sorta reminds me of the fox gothams Riddler.

He's different, very much so. We get NOTHING of Fox riddlers story before we see him which. Is usually such a big part of his character haha. He doesn't have the same "I'm better than you" energy either that I'm use to. But you know who's got it down just about right?

Arkham Eddie. I played the game at a friends house once, and he explained to me how Riddler progressively learns to outsmart you through the entire series.

He's like an underdog villain, who has SO much potential, but is sparingly used, because he's hard to write, and I hate that haha

To write a good, Compelling Riddler, you have to be smart enough to make, and solve, a complicated obstruction. He's never a toll bridge for the Batman, he's ALWAYS a speed bump. At first. Then he's a boulder, then a mountain, until you can't ignore him anymore, then he's not something you can keep beating up, you actually have to outfox him, and he's aware of it.

He's a good villain because super intelligent people often see things from all angles, and to keep a guy who's called the world's greatest detective on his toes guessing, is pretty impressive for a guy we don't get to see too much. And I think it's a shame.

Personality wise, I think he's funny. Like, accidentally. Have you ever played the Arkham games? HOURS of failing that stupid race track to the sound of him taunting you makes it very full filing to finally catch him, but I WOULDN'T know. That jerk.

At current though, zero year is my favorite. Greg Capullo has such a good understanding of drawing movement and lots of Eddie pictures portray so much action in a still frame, it's crazy, but, now you've got me rambling.

[josiebelladonna]

so. i was thinking about this on my walk earlier.

after the kinktober fics and a potential hanukkah/christmas kink event, consider me done with fanfic.

go ahead and bust out the champagne. i know i won’t be missed. my ao3 will still be up and i’ll run my wips until completion (mainly just for my own sake: it’s a long story but i need these fics to remain up so i can archive them onto paper). but after this year is done, i’m done. i might take a couple of fics from the anonymous collection out of there like vapor trails and throughout the dark months of april and may, i haven’t decided yet.

but let me just say that it isn’t the lack of passion that drove me to this decision. it was this community. i just think about everything i’ve gone through since 2019 when i first emerged on ao3 with have your cake and eat it, a story i wrote because i wanted to tell a story and explore my kink in the process, and i thought for sure that i would be welcomed with open arms because i was a fresh face with something to say… and the metallica fandom was just icy, like they didn’t know what to do with me. and they still don’t know what to do with me.

then there was the green druidess and her fucking nonsense, or rather, a white girl who probably shouldn’t have been there in the first place because she had unresolved problems. i’m like a stick of dynamite: when i’m pissed, you feel it. i blow a hole out of the side of the mountain. when she got pissed, she was like a nuke, it got scary. she lost her edge after a while, but it was legitimately scary when the whole thing with her blew up back in summer 2020. there was a reason why my inbox was off for as long as it was.

after now it’s dark was completed, i started seeing a lot more rude comments thrown my way, and often after the fact. people calling me disgusting and repulsive and what have you all for fics that i was writing—and you know, i make it a point to criticize the fic and not the person behind it. apparently no one gets this.

during the so-called “rock fandom renaissance” of 2021-2022 (which, oddly enough, was when alex entered the picture and fever was being written), i mean it when i say i got blocked left and right and usually for nothing: and when it was something, it was from misinterpretation or misunderstandings.

then october 7 happened. jumblr, i’m sorry, i really am ahead of time because i try to be a good gentile… but i understand why the trope of the neurotic jew exists now. everyone is dumb and antisemitic.

but. the straw that broke the camel’s back? a message i got on facebook. not the first time i got a message like this, but it was upsetting enough for me to look at my library and wonder what i’m doing. this person threw out the word “delusional” at me (a word that triggers me on its own because the last time someone, someone i knew no less, threw it at me, they were gaslighting me) and claimed i’m “unnecessarily obsessed with alex”, and to make matters worse, it was someone i knew. i high-tailed out of the grunge fandom because they wanted nothing to do with me and they were getting insufferable. how was i supposed to know that i was going to be a target no matter where i went. i wouldn’t lie about ben and chris, and i understand that i can be a bit much, but why would i lie about alex (or joey, for that matter—and i think they gave me shit for him, too? i don’t remember and i’m kind of afraid to take a crack at my inbox again).

and people in fandom now… they just like to scream about everything. there’s no place for someone like me, someone who writes because she likes doing it and she likes to tell stories. they scream and judge me all because they don’t understand me. case in point: look at how nsfw writers behave. i can’t explain it but there’s something weirdly hostile about the way they say “minors dni/do not interact or get blocked”; compare that to me who’s like “okay, guys, this is adult content, heed the warnings”.

there’s no point in trying my hand at more reader inserts myself, because it’ll be like the time i shaved my legs and armpits after everyone picked on me for having hair there. no one will love it or even see it, and all trends come to pass anyway. there won’t be any point to it. i see no point in persisting with all of this if everyone fucking hates me.

i see no choice but to remove myself from all of this. i’m a cancer on your precious community so it’s time to perform surgery.

i’ve been fighting this whole thing for a long time, but you jerks win. jerks. whiny, entitled, territorial jerks. bullies. antisemites. mush-brained bitches who hate everyone different from them and their goddamn precious ~mutuals~. you all win. i can’t take the abuse anymore. quote kim thayil in 1996, there’s something breaking and it’s me.

[sparkles-and-trash]

Birthday Bird

notes: just a few hours late, look at me go! I love him so much, and couldn't not do a little something for his birthday!

summary: three birthdays, three gifts, and a lot of feelings surrounding it all, a Hawks birthday fic!

ao3 version

1

The first birthday Keigo can remember is one of the few truly happy memories of his childhood.

It was his fourth birthday, at least that was what his mother told him when he asked why she let him sleep in, which was highly unusual for him.

She promised him that she would do the best she could to make today a good birthday, because birthdays are special.

That was news to Keigo.

But he did understand that today had potential, especially considering the fact that his father was nowhere to be seen, which probably meant he was away doing some scary work for some scary people.

After Keigo made himself some cereal, his mom helped him get dressed in his least raggedy clothes, and did her best at trying to brush his hair, which didn't do much, but it made his tiny wings flutter with affection, and his throat chirp as a quiet 'thank you'.

When they get into town, his mom lets him go and look in all the windows he wants, his wings fluttering and eyes beaming at all the shiny things in the displays.

Then they go to the food market that has a lot of free samples, and just as Keigo almost starts feeling full, his mother quietly tells an ice cream vendor that it's his birthday, and he gets a whole scoop for free.

He can hardly believe that this day is real.

Just as they are starting on the long walk out of town and back home, they pass this little store with a bunch of discount items out front, and there he saw it;

The Endeavor plushie.

His hero, right here, in a tiny, holdable size.

Keigo didn't have to say anything, for once his mother noticed something.

She quietly told him to wait here, went inside the store, and when she came back out, she didn't seem to have bought anything, so Keigo didn't ask.

Keigo didn't think anymore of it until has was about to go to sleep, and his mom discreetly pushed the little plush into his arms and gave him a little kiss on the forehead.

Keigo couldn't believe it.

His mothered had wandered off before he had snapped out of it, but he knew she understood.

She got quiet when she was feeling a lot, too.

Keigo had trouble falling asleep that night, because he didn't want to close his eyes and take his eyes of his new possession, and wake up to find this day had all been a dream.

2

When Keigo turns 18, he is thrown out into the world like a baby bird about to take its first flight.

Except he's been flying for years.

And he is as far from being free as ever.

But what he does have, is his own agency.

And a fresh, new Hero career to dive head first into.

So, at the night of his eighteenth birthday, Keigo was not out celebrating with friends. In fact, he didn't have any friends.

He had been doing prepping work at his agency the whole day, and when he finally landed on the balcony of his brand new penthouse apartment, courtesy of the Commission, he was ready to hit the hay.

As his hand felt around the still unfamiliar wall for the light switch, and then found it, he realized there was a package left for him at the kitchen island.

A childish part of him thought maybe his mother had reached out to the Commission to send him something, but that idea quickly died as he flipped the card over.

Just some standard shit from the Commission.

Of course.

However, as he tore the paper off the package with this talons, he was actually taken aback with its content.

A small plushie, eerily similar to the one on his nightstand, but in stead of Endeavor, it was... him?

When he found the little note informing him this was the first, official merch made for him;

Wing Hero Hawks.

It felt oddly symbolic, the whole thing, and he hated himself for feeling like that.

He there the plushie in the nightstand drawer and tried not to think anymore of it.

3

Keigo's 24th birthday nearly passed without him realizing it.

But this time, it wasn't for the usual reasons.

Every year since his hero debut, Keigo had hid away on his birthday.

He hated the way the media blew it up, and all the extra attention from his fans and supporters made him uncomfortable.

If he were completely honest, he didn't like the reminder of how utterly alone he was, either.

But by his 24th, that had somehow changed.

Not unlike his on his eighteenth, he came back to his place close to midnight.

However, this time, his place was really his place.

It was smaller than the apartment the Commission had put him in, but he preferred it that way.

The place was warm, and homey, and Keigo actually liked spending time there.

That was all still new to him.

That night, he wasn't home late because of work.

He was home late because he had been out to dinner with Rumi, Hakamada, Taishiro, Aizawa and Yamada, who had all insisted on doing something to celebrate his birthday.

That had turned into drinks with Rumi, and just as he has started talking giving Dab-, no, Touya, his name is Touya, a call at the rehab center he knew he was staying at, Ruminator had decided it was time to call it a night.

When he entered his apartment, Keigo made sure to put all the little gifts he had gotten that day on his kitchen table to look at one more time, reading the cards and trying to take it all in.

Endeavor hadn't been able to join the dinner, but he had offered to take him out for lunch, and it had cost every ounce of self restraint he possessed not to ask about Touya.

At the end of the meal, Enji had given him a card that was signed by all the Todoroki's except Touya and a little envelope with a way too familiar handwriting on it.

From him, Enji had said.

However, Keigo new better than to open that when he was alone and bordering on the limit of drunk of his ass.

Maybe tomorrow.

But there was one more gift Keigo hadn't gotten to open yet, left at his office by his little protégé, Tokoyami.

Keigo dumped down on his couch as he started carefully unwrapping the small item, and when he pulled it out, he felt an odd, powerful mix of emotions overtake him.

A plushie.

A Tsukuyomi plushie.

With it was a note written with the tell tale calligraphy Tokoyami always used, telling Keigo it was all thanks to him that he had come this far, that he had gotten his first merch produced, that he had become the hero he always wanted.

If he were sober, Keigo might have held it together a little better, but as it was, the note was nearly drenched in tears by the end of it.

Still hiccuping slightly, Keigo headed towards his bedroom, still holding the plush, and made his way over to the nightstand, opening the drawer slowly.

He picked up the two plushies already inside, one old, withered and dearly beloved, and the other disregarded for the past six years.

He neatly sat all tree of them down on his nightstand, three hero plushies in a row;

All birthday presents, all representing a very different time in Keigo's life.

For the first time since in twenty years, Keigo fell asleep with a smile on his face on his birthday.

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