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Gravity Between Us

Chapter 14: Constellations Never Tell

Summary: Caleb and I have known each other for as long as I can remember. We were once childhood friends, our bond as natural as the stars in the sky. But now, everything has changed. What used to feel like a safe, familiar orbit between us now pulses with unspoken desire.

Our friendship is no longer enough to keep the tension at bay, and the distance between us feels unbearable. Secrets, lies, and unhealed wounds stand in our way. I don’t know if we can survive this new gravity pulling us together... but I can’t keep pretending I don’t want to try.

Pairing: Female! MC x Caleb

Spoilers: Spoilers for Caleb's Myth's as well as memories. Read at your own risk for these. Lore spoilers.

WARNINGS:

Unlikely to be completely canon. The other love interests will not be likely to appear in this fic.

MC is named. MC is socially awkward. MC can be depressed at times.

Very? Slow Burn.

Very explicit smut (Chapter 12 onward): PiV/oral (male and female receiving)/anal sex. Fingering. First time. Pet names (angel, babe, baby, pip-squeak). Kinks: Praise, breeding, creampie, light dom/sub. Rough. Some consensual degradation talk (MC is into it). Probably many, many more that I am forgetting to name. If you see one that should be listed that isn't, feel free to let me know. (MC is a repressed deviant, and so is Caleb.)

Awkward blend of darker moments, angst, fluff, and humour.

Drinking. Questionable life decisions. MC spirals.

Protective Caleb. Both MC and Caleb are a little obsessive and overly protective of each other, which could be considered an unhealthy relationship.

We will revisit memory scenes, but they will be different from the memories in-game.

As proofread as I can get it, but not beta read, so probably some mistakes.

Limited plot - most focus is just on their relationship and interactions.

More warnings could be applied, but as a general rule of thumb, please read at your own risk and do not continue if you find the content triggering.

Tara’s apartment is cozy in that messy, lived-in way—plush throws tossed over the back of the couch, snack wrappers peeking out from under a cushion, and the soft glow of LED lights coiled around the edge of the ceiling.

She disappears into the kitchen and returns with snacks—two bowls of chips, some gummies, and a fizzy drink I don’t recognize.

“Figured we’d need fuel,” she chirps, beaming as she leads me toward the corner of the room where her computer setup lives.

It’s… insane. Five curved monitors wrap around the desk like a command centre. The LEDs glow in soft blues and purples, casting the whole area in this futuristic glow that makes my fingers twitch with envy.

“Okay, hold on—this is fucking beautiful.” I step closer, wide-eyed. “Tara, how do you function with all this power at your fingertips? Do you ever feel like you could hack a satellite and no one would stop you?”

She laughs, flopping down into her chair. “Only on Tuesdays.”

I hover beside the setup like a kid who’s just spotted their dream bike. “I’ve never seen a rig like this in real life… What’s it like gaming on it? Do you just—ascend?”

“Pretty much,” she grins. “Wanna try it later?”

“Obviously,” I say, half-joking, already mentally planning what I’d want to boot up first.

She spins toward the keyboard, cracking her knuckles. “Alright, what exactly are we trying to find?”

I sit beside her, picking at a gummy bear before answering. “A DAA report for a pilot that went missing about one and a half years ago.”

Tara chews on a chip, nodding as she scrolls through windows and opens up a command prompt. “Okay. They have a secured archive, but I might be able to build a backdoor into their record system—like a diagnostic port. Once we’re in, we can scrape the data from the inside out.”

I gently place my hand on her forearm, stilling her. “Are you sure about this, Tara? This isn’t exactly… you know. Legal. I don’t want to drag you into something you’ll regret.”

She laughs, carefree and completely unfazed. “Inara, please. I’ve poked around more secure systems just for fun. Besides, you took coding at the Academy, didn’t you?”

“Yeah,” I murmur, a little shy. “Aced it, too.”

“Then let’s get our hands dirty.” She cracks her knuckles dramatically. “Captain Tara, at your service.”

“Alright, boss. Just tell me what to do,” I smile with a theatrical salute.

Tara slides over a second keyboard and nods toward one of the side monitors. “We’re going to launch a signal spoof first—something to keep their firewall distracted while we slide under the radar.”

I pull up the terminal and start typing. “Like a heartbeat packet loop?”

“Yes! You do remember,” she bubbles, delighted. “Okay, I’m working on a recursive shell to mask our IP. You start the ping flood, and I’ll cloak our origin point.”

We work in tandem, fingers flying, our screens filling with lines of code. There’s a little thrill in the pace of it, the tension between risk and reward.

Tara mutters as she works, “Redirecting system logs… rerouting packets through sandboxed nodes… okay, almost there.”

“I’m in the diagnostic port queue,” I inform, eyes locked on the blinking cursor. “Running dummy commands.”

“Perfect, that’ll buy us just enough time.” She leans closer, tapping in a long string of encrypted code, “Backdoor’s open. Ready to search. What’s this pilot’s name?"

I swallow, my throat suddenly dry. “Caleb Xia.”

Tara’s head snaps toward me, eyes going wide. “Your boyfriend?”

I nod slowly. Tara’s gaze lingers for a beat longer than normal, but to her credit, she doesn’t pry.

“Alright,” she murmurs, “let’s see what your mystery man’s been hiding.”

It takes a little longer than we expect, but eventually, a detailed report finally loads. Tara’s hands fly across the keys, opening files, isolating data, and copying it to an encrypted drive. My stomach flips, anticipation gnawing at me.

She glances at me with a smug grin. “Got it. All the records associated with your boy.”

We race through the last few steps to cover our tracks, wiping all traces of our presence from the system. Once it’s done, she leans back in her chair and glances at me.

“Mission accomplished,” she winks, handing me the drive.

“Nice work, captain,” I tell her and reach over to give her a high five.

She grins, slapping my hand with exaggerated enthusiasm, and then we both go into our secret handshake. It’s goofy, stupid, and totally ridiculous, but right now, it’s exactly what I need.

By the time we finish, we’re both laughing, catching our breath, and my shoulders finally loosen up. It feels good, this brief moment of lightness. She gets up, stretching as I push myself off the chair, and we plop onto the couch in a tangle of limbs, still giggling like a couple of teenagers.

Tara pops open a can of something carbonated, and she looks at me, her expression turning serious for the first time all evening. “So… is everything okay with you and Caleb?”

“It’s… complicated.” I look down at my hands, tracing the lines of my fingers.

She reaches out, putting a hand on my arm, squeezing gently. “Inara, I’m here for you, okay? If you ever need to talk about it—really talk about it—I’ve got you.”

I smile faintly, appreciating her kindness, even if it doesn’t ease the knot in my chest. “Thanks, Tara. It means more than you know.”

She tilts her head, studying me for a second before letting out a little laugh, her usual carefree self returning. “But seriously, you’ve got some pretty intense chemistry with that guy, huh?”

I snort, rolling my eyes. “I guess you could say that. But I think it’s more… unstable chemistry than anything else.”

“Hey, sometimes that’s the best kind,” she teases, nudging me with her elbow. “Keeps things interesting. Better than being bored out of your mind, right?”

I can’t help but laugh. “Caleb is many things, but boring has never been one of them.”

Tara gives me a sly grin, eyes sparkling. “You know, if things don’t work out with Caleb, I have some perfectly good alternative suggestions. I’m just saying, I know a guy who’s very into…” She trails off, raising her eyebrows suggestively.

I burst out laughing, shoving her away. “Tara, no. Stop. I’m not looking for a backup right now.”

She shrugs, completely unbothered. “Well, I just thought I’d mention it. You never know. Maybe a little Tara matchmaking magic could help.”

I roll my eyes but can’t suppress another laugh. “You’re insane, you know that?”

“I know.”

We settle back against the couch, the easy banter flowing between us as we continue to relax. For the first time in days, I let my thoughts drift away from Caleb and all the uncertainty surrounding him. We talk and play some games until the sun is dipping below the horizon, casting the sky in shades of purple and orange.

“I should get going. Thanks again, Tara. Seriously. I owe you one.”

She waves me off, her grin wide and bright as always. “No problem. Anytime, Inara. Just, you know, next time, don’t make me break the law too much.”

I laugh, shaking my head. “I’ll try not to.”

We share a quick hug, and then I step out into the streets of Linkon, the cool evening air brushing against my skin. I pull my jacket tighter, trying to shake off the heavy thoughts weighing down my mind.

There’s a strange kind of quiet that settles over the city at dusk—a lull between the bustle of daytime and the revelry of night. I walk slowly, half-lost in thought, letting the neon signs colour my path.

The sound of my boots tapping on the pavement echoes around me as I make my way through the streets. A sudden prickling sensation on the back of my neck pulls me out of my thoughts.

Something doesn’t feel right.

I look over my shoulder, but the street is as empty as ever. The streetlights flicker as I continue walking, and I can’t shake the sensation that someone’s watching me.

My pace picks up as the feeling grows stronger. I turn onto a busier street, the sounds of traffic and voices filling the air. I glance over my shoulder again. This time, I swear I see someone in the distance, just out of my line of sight.

I make a quick turn into a dark, tight alley, the kind of place where you can’t help but feel like the walls are closing in on you. As I round a corner, I stop and wait, melting into the deepest shadows. My fingers curl around the grip of my gun, my heart steadying for the inevitable confrontation.

“It’ssssss you,” he croons, stretching the ‘s’ sound like it’s made of honey and venom. “Don’t be sssssshy.”

I turn slowly, gun raised, eyes narrowing on the figure. His face is sharp, all hard angles and shadowed ridges, as if sculpted by a merciless hand—and his eyes gleam with a hunger that feels more beast than man. He’s tall, lean, wrapped in dark clothes that seem to swallow the light around him.

“What do you want, Viper?” I snap, keeping the gun steady in my hand.

He does not answer—only looks, dissecting me with a surgeon’s precision and the weariness of a man who has tried, and failed, to piece me together too many times.

“Have you ssseen it?” He asks, voice dropping to a near whisper. “Hisss arm?”

My heart skips a beat. He’s talking about Caleb’s arm, the one that’s been driving me insane with questions.

“What do you know about it?” I demand, stepping forward, keeping the barrel of the gun aimed at him.

Viper tilts his head, eyes narrowing in amusement. “More than you,” he teases, that wicked grin never leaving his face.

A shiver runs down my spine. “Tell me.”

He laughs, a short, harsh sound, his tongue flicking out like a serpent tasting the air. “You’ll ssssee sssssoon enough.”

My heart races, and I can feel the walls closing in again. Viper knows something about whatever the hell is going on. Before I can get another word out, he steps back.

“Wait!”

Viper turns his head but doesn’t fully face me, his long form slithering in the half-light of the alley.

“Whatever they put in Kevi,” I start, my thoughts racing. “Caleb has one too, right? A chip?”

Viper pauses. “The Toring Chip, yessss,” he hisses, his smile crooked and unsettling.

I take a step forward, my pulse quickening. “How do I get it out?”

His smirk widens. “Sssssilly girl,” he sneers, his voice full of mocking affection. “You don’t.”

The words hit me like a punch to the gut. You don’t. Two syllables—small, keen things—but they slice straight through me, deeper than I expect. Like glass shards tucked into a wound, invisible until it twists.

My breath catches. The world doesn’t tilt or spin; it just stops. Hangs there, in suspended horror.

No!

No, that can’t be right.

That chip is not just metal and programming—it’s a cage, a muzzle, a leash choking him just beneath the surface. It’s the silence in his laughter, the stillness in his rage. It’s the thing pressing his soul into a shape it was never meant to hold.

If we can’t get it out…

The thought unravels me. A slow, creeping grief begins to bleed through my ribs, something raw and festering curling in my gut. Like mourning a death that hasn’t happened yet—but will. Over and over again.

Because if it stays, then this isn’t just who he is now.

It’s all he’ll ever be.

I shake my head. “No. I can’t accept that. There has to be a way. What does it do exactly?”

Viper’s smile is serpentine and convoluted, like he’s enjoying the game. He pulls something from his pocket and drops it on the ground at his feet without a word, then looks up at me one last time.

“You’ll ssssee,” he promises softly, a final warning before he steps back into the shadows. “You’ll ssssee.”

He vanishes, and I’m left standing there in the silence of the alley. I glance down at the ground where he dropped whatever it was. It looks insignificant at first, just a small, dull object. When I lift it, holding it between my fingers, it hums against my skin like a threat.

It’s a small device—slightly rounded, metallic, and engraved with the words “Toring Chip Implanter. For use by the Farspace Fleet only.”

I tuck it into my pocket, and for a moment I just stand there, feeling the weight of it press against me like a buried scream.

If that chip is the thing keeping him locked behind glass, then I’ll find the hammer. I’ll shatter every lie, every law, every goddamn chain they’ve wrapped around him.

I don’t care what it takes. I’ll crawl through blood and fire. I’ll become the nightmare they never saw coming.

Because they don’t get to keep him, erase him, or use him for their gain.

Let them try to stop me.

Let them see what I become when there’s nothing left to lose.

As soon as I’m through the door, I throw the deadbolt and press my back to it. The Toring Chip Implanter burns in my pocket like it knows it doesn’t belong. I hurry to my bedroom, shove aside an old shoebox in the closet, and lift the false bottom. The device goes in there, hidden beneath old photos and Caleb’s broken watch I never had the heart to throw out.

I grab my laptop from the desk and crawl onto my bed, tucking my legs under a blanket. The encrypted drive Tara copied the files onto is still in the front pocket of my jacket. I plug it in and run the decryption software. It takes a second—long enough for me to question whether I’m ready for whatever I’m about to learn.

The file folder pops open. I open the written reports.

File Name: GRADFLT_XIA-X-02 – Final Flight Report (Restricted)

Subject: Graduation Flight Assessment – Pilot Caleb Xia

Candidate Caleb Xia launched from Skyhaven Runway B-3 at 07:34 hours.

Flight path consistent with simulation 42-A until 08:12 hours, at which point radar data registers deviation due to spontaneous Protofield anomaly.

Visual contact lost at 08:15 hours.

All attempts to establish contact via comms unsuccessful post-08:16. Comms presumed damaged.

Base ordered abort. No response.

File Name: LOSTCON_XIA-X-02 – Search and Rescue Attempts

Search grid expanded from coordinates 1123-A to 1147-K.

Recon craft dispatched daily. No debris field located. No energy signature consistent with standard engines detected.

SAR status changed from “Active Search” to “Low Probability Recovery” on Day 3.

Subject officially listed as “Lost, Presumed Deceased” as of 21:00 hours on Day 4.

File Name: REACQ_XIA-X-02 – Recovery & Extraction Log

Distress beacon activated at 04:12 hours. Origin traced to floating micro-island cluster X-9, on the outer fringe of Skyhaven airspace.

Recon and medical team deployed at 05:07.

Subject Caleb Xia recovered alive, non-verbal, exhibiting signs of dehydration and acute disorientation.

File Name: MEDHOLD_XIA-X-02 – Post-Recovery Medical Evaluation and Hold

Subject Caleb Xia admitted to Skyhaven Medical Ward Alpha following recovery operation.

Initial assessment notes include:

• Three fractured ribs (left side)

• Pulmonary contusion and moderate lung collapse (left lung)

• Dehydration, malnourishment, and significant muscular atrophy

Subject exhibited signs of acute stress response (non-verbal episodes, elevated heart rate under duress).

Psych eval recommended. Subject declined evaluation and was cleared for release after 34 days with physical clearance but without formal psychiatric discharge.

Final note: Medical records sealed under Order #FSS-XA312, classified Level 3.

I stare at the last report, the text blurring slightly as my fingers tremble on the trackpad. A full month in the hospital. Broken ribs, lung damage, near starvation—and he never said a word.

Not once.

It crashes through me like a rift tearing open in the dark—the lies didn’t begin with the Fleet or the Toring Chip. No, the rot started long before, threaded into the seams of us.

"Did you honestly think I would always be the kindhearted boy from your childhood?” He once said to me quietly, like it hurt to admit.

I wonder if he was trying to warn me. Because the truth is, I don’t know if I ever really knew him at all.

The boy who used to pull me out of trees when I climbed too high, who used to sneak me snacks and swear me to secrecy with chocolate on his cheek—was that him? Or was that just a version he wore for me? Something soft he could shed when the time came?

Did I fall for a ghost of someone that never truly existed?

I press the back of my hand to my mouth, trying to stifle the rising ache in my chest. The worst part isn’t the lie. It’s the possibility that there never was a lie to begin with—just a truth I refused to see.

Maybe he has always been this version of himself, and I was just too in love with the past to notice.

My workweek passes in a blur of back-to-back missions — long hours, no breaks, barely enough time to eat or sleep. By the time I’m finally able to stop and breathe, it’s Friday.

The holy grail of weekdays. My light at the end of the tunnel.

It’s supposed to be my happy day. The day I drag my exhausted body to Caleb’s little oasis in the sky, sink into that ridiculous cloud-soft couch of his, and pretend nothing exists.

So how in the fuck did I end up at the mall with Tara and Jess, standing in front of a full-length mirror while Jess debates the existential meaning of chartreuse?

This was not the plan.

Apparently, the plan changed the moment Jess said the words “big date,” and Tara clapped her hands like we’d all just been selected for a game show. The next thing I knew, I was being strong-armed to join with the promise of pretzels and emotional blackmail.

I don’t know anything about fashion. My relationship with clothes can be summed up as: Does it fit? Can I run in it? Great, it’s mine. Jess, on the other hand, is currently weighing the hem of a sparkly red number like it contains the secrets of the universe.

I cross my arms and sigh. “How do I let myself be talked into these things?”

Tara snorts, not even looking up from her seat where she’s scrolling through shoe options on her holopad. “Because you love us. Also, because I said you looked like a ‘sad space raccoon’ and you took it personally.”

“That was a low blow.”

“Accurate, though.”

I grumble under my breath and stare longingly at the exit. I could be curled up in Caleb’s arms right now, sipping tea and listening to him ramble about engines and weird space anomalies. Instead, I’m stuck in a boutique under mall lighting, which is probably illegal under some kind of intergalactic torture clause.

Jess spins in the mirror, eyeing me with hopeful eyes. “What do you think? Is this too much?”

I squint at her. “Too much what? Fabric? Colour? Existential dread?

Jess sighs. Tara cackles.

I’m never getting that pretzel, am I?

I hate malls. The people, the noise, the way everyone’s talking like they’re trying to out-volume a starship engine. Salespeople eye you like you’re a rogue asteroid about to damage their perfectly arranged racks, and for some inexplicable reason, I always get bumped into. Every. Damn. Time.

It’s like I’m invisible—right up until someone’s shoulder collides with mine and mumbles, “Oops,” like it’s my fault for existing in their path.

Jess steps out of the change room in another dress—this one dark green and shimmery, hugging her curves in that way I know is scientifically engineered to cause jaw-dropping.

“What about this one?” she asks, spinning slowly.

I lean forward, inspecting. “Okay… now bend down.”

She blinks at me. “What?”

“You know, like, bend down. Pretend you dropped something.” I make a vague motion toward the ground.

Jess narrows her eyes but humours me, dipping down carefully as if reaching for a fallen earring.

I nod thoughtfully. “Alright. You can still breathe, nothing rips, and your ass doesn’t flash. That’s a win.”

She laughs, straightening up. “You are such a romantic, you know that?”

“I’m practical,” I say with a shrug. “You never know when you’ll need to sprint from a fire, bend to dodge, or, like… punch a guy under a table.”

Tara looks up with a smirk. “Because all of those things definitely happen on a first date.”

Jess grins. “I mean, not unless you’re dating a space pirate.”

And here’s where my brain—traitor that it is—misfires. “Hey, I’m just saying, you don’t want your tits to fall out mid-barrel roll.”

Jess blinks. Tara’s eyes go wide. I realize what I just said, and the heat rushes into my face so fast I swear I go up by five degrees.

“I meant—if she’s, like, rolling… like, metaphorically. Not in a—Oh my stars—shut up, Inara.”

Tara howls.

Jess bursts into giggles.

I bury my face in my hands and mutter, “I should not be allowed in public.”

Jess spins in front of the mirror again, then turns to me with a mischievous gleam in her eye. “So, does your boyfriend have better opinions about dresses than you do, or is he also completely useless?”

I picture Caleb standing here, eyes sliding over Jess in that dress—just a little too slow, a little too appreciative—before landing on me with that smug, knowing smirk he wears like a weapon.

Nope. Absolutely not. System error. Full crash. Reboot required. And possibly a mop for the blood.

I arch a brow, all sweetness and teeth. “If he looks at you for longer than two seconds, I’ll blind him. Accidentally, of course. Weapon maintenance mishap. Very tragic.”

Jess snorts, unbothered. “Noted.”

It only takes four hours of dress debates, shoe trials, belt detours—why the hell did we need a belt again?—and not a single pretzel to show for it. I am half-delirious, trudging behind Tara and Jess with the sluggish steps of someone who has seen things and survived.

Jess clutches her shopping bags like trophies. Tara is still chatting about the colour palette like we’re prepping for a diplomatic summit instead of a date night. I, meanwhile, am thinking about salted carbs and a cold drink.

As we near the exit, Tara nudges me with her elbow. “So, you think your boy’s going to have parked the plane in the lot again?”

My eyes flick instinctively to the sliding glass doors.

“It’s not out of the question with him,” I admit, sighing. “But let’s hope he brought the damn car this time. If I have to explain to mall security that the guy circling overhead is not an aerial threat, I’m gonna lose it.”

Jess giggles, adjusting her bag on her hip. “I mean… I wouldn’t mind seeing the plane,” she says, eyebrows arching in mock innocence. “I imagine it’s big.”

I halt mid-step and slowly turn to glare at her, catching the exact flavour of innuendo laced into her tone. “It’s not,” I reply, deadpan. “It’s small. Tiny. Unimpressive, really.”

A familiar voice chimes in from just beyond my peripheral vision, casual and laced with way too much amusement. “Are we talking about my aircraft or somethin’ else entirely?”

I freeze. Jess lets out a dramatic gasp, her face lighting up with delight. Tara immediately starts laughing. I don’t even need to look—I know that smug bastard is smirking behind me, arms crossed, pleased as hell with himself.

Slowly, I turn my head. Sure enough, Caleb’s leaning against the car—yes, thank the stars, an actual car—with that cocky tilt to his mouth, violet eyes dancing.

I clear my throat, doing my best to pretend I am not absolutely about to combust. “Obviously, we were talking about your piloting credentials.”

“Were you now?”

“Yup,” I say, nodding a little too fast. “Very small license. Barely qualified.”

He lifts a brow. “Mm. I’ll have to prove you wrong later then.”

I wrap up my goodbyes with Jess and Tara quickly, mostly to save myself from the teasing I know is coming—and to prevent further damage to my already-fragile pride.

“Have fun tonight!” Jess singsongs with a wink that has danger written all over it.

“Text us if you need help recovering from… your tiny aircraft,” Tara adds, snorting like the traitor she is.

I shoot them both a withering look, but it only fuels their giggles. As if choreographed for maximum theatrical impact, Caleb steps around the front of the car and opens the passenger door for me like he’s some kind of interstellar prince.

Jess lets out a dramatic gasp. Tara clutches her chest like she’s just witnessed the climax of a romance holodrama.

“Oh my stars,” Jess breathes. “He’s a gentleman too?”

“You’re so lucky,” Tara sighs, fanning herself with a shopping bag like she’s seconds from fainting.

I mutter something incomprehensible, something between kill me now and please drive away quickly, and slide into the seat without making eye contact with anyone. Caleb shuts the door gently behind me, and I hear the muffled squeals from my friends through the glass.

By the time he climbs into the driver’s seat and starts the engine, I’m staring out the window, trying to cool the burning in my face.

“You know,” he says casually as he pulls out of the lot, “I don’t mind you defending my honour. But if you’re going to lie, at least pick somethin’ believable.”

I drop my hands from my face, turning to glare at him. “There’s no reason for you to defend your honour to my friends,” I snap, sharper than I mean to. “They’re not the ones you need to impress.”

The words escape before I can catch them, sharp and misplaced—like a blade flung in the wrong direction. They hang in the air, trembling with regret, and I hate how raw they sound.

My chest pulls tight, frustration curling beneath my ribs with nowhere to go, but it’s not just this moment. It’s everything else—the thoughts I keep shoving into locked corners of my mind, too jagged to name, too dangerous to touch.

Caleb’s expression softens instantly. He reaches out, fingers barely grazing mine. “Hey, pip-squeak,” he murmurs, voice thick with concern. “You’ve been off. All week. What’s goin’ on?”

I bite my lip, eyes darting to the window. The city blurs, lights streaking like tears across glass. “It’s nothing.”

“Inara,” he coos again, low and steady. “You don’t have to carry whatever this is alone. We’ll figure it out. Together.”

His words land like a whisper in a locked room—too far away to reach, but loud enough to haunt me. I want to believe him. I want to let it crack open and pour out into his waiting hands.

I stare ahead in silence, letting the ache stretch inside me like a second skin. His hand rests just close enough that I could take it if I wanted to. But I don’t, because if I do, I might fall apart.

If I fall apart now, I’m not sure I’ll ever find all the pieces again. And if I can’t do that, I’ll never be strong enough to save him.

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r473n · 3 months ago

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Very short fluffy KenMayu oneshot for Valentine’s Day, hope you enjoy.

Shout out to @mikachii-mayurin for the prompt ❤️😊

Link to AO3

No trigger warnings... first time for everything, I guess 🤣

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“Zaraki, NO! Stay where you are!” Mayuri squealed, watching, powerless, as the 11th division Captain ignored him completely and burst through the door like a frenzied bull, carrying a large paper bag in his arms.

“My deepest apologies, Mayuri sama.” Nemu rushed behind him and bowed stiffly from the door. “I tried to warn Zaraki-taichou that your orders were strictly no visitors but-“

“That's alright, Nemu, you are dismissed.” He waved his bony hand at her. He could tell just how pissed off she was at herself for not preventing the situation - her constrained body language, an impossible enigma for most, spoke to him as clearly as if she was screaming her rage. She turned around, not before giving him one last cryptic look, and closed the door quietly behind herself.

Zaraki stood awkwardly there, in the middle of his private quarters, his size much too big, his reiatsu suffocating in intensity even with his eyepatch on, making the entire room feel like it was collapsing in on itself.

“Brought you soup.” He chirped in his husky voice, and smiling stupidly, he set off to place everything he had in his bag on Mayuri’s desk, having shoved all his carefully organised papers and trinkets aside with a careless brush of his massive hand.

Mayuri sighed wearily – he was way too tired to argue with that stubborn man. He was paintless, still in his futon, propped up on a mountain of pillows, surrounded by used tissues and feeling stuffy and shivery – this was the last thing he needed! “Zaraki, what in hell do you think you’re doing? I told you I was sick, you cannot be here!” He whined, placing the report he was writing on his bed side table

“It’s Valentine’s day.” The brute replied matter-of-factly without looking at him, pouring the contents of a thermos into two bowls.

“What? Who cares? Certainly not I and surely not you!”

“I care.” He shrugged.

“Oh, nonsense! Will you stop that and look at me, barbarian? I'm talking to you!!”

With a grunt of annoyance the giant turned to face him, crossing his muscular arms over his chest. “I'm looking, what now?”

Mayuri gritted his teeth at his cocky tone. “Do you think that this is a common cold, that something banal and treatable would affect someone like me? Is your skull so damn thick that you can’t understand that whatever has caused ME to be bedridden must be extremely pathogenic, highly contagious, lethal, unstoppable? Do you think that my self-imposed quarantine is some silly rule I made up? That it doesn’t apply to you? Do you think YOU would be immune to something that can infect ME?”

“Yeah... to all of that. Now, can I keep getting this stuff ready or you got any more shit you wanna say?”

Mayuri growled, “Oh, you unbearable savage! Ouch!” his headache was pounding. He pressed his palm against his temple and reached for yet another pill... he had lost count of how many he’d been popping in the last 2 days, not that they were helping much.

“Hah, weakling.” Finally satisfied with the presentation, Zaraki brought over the wooden bed tray table he had so carefully set up and placed it in front of Mayuri. On it were two steaming hot bowls of soup, two cups of green tea, a bunch of sweet mochi and a little red candle. “Miso soup, made it just like you taught me, even measured the temperature before I added the paste to make sure I wouldn’t kill the good bacteria and fuck up the flavour.”

“Huh... won’t be able to taste a thing with this congestion anyway...” Mayuri griped, out of habit, but was truly surprised that Zaraki had remembered such details. “What is the candle for?”

“Ambiance.” The brute replied, lighting it with a match.

Mayuri scoffed with derision, feeling his cheeks heat up against his will. “This is absurd, Zaraki, you shouldn’t have-“

“Oh, shut it. I'm trying to do something nice for once, can’t you just fucking enjoy it?” Kenpachi carefully sat on the futon next to him, reclining against the wall.

“Ugh!” He rolled his eyes but grabbed a spoon and tasted the food, humming with appreciation at the rich flavour. “This is surprisingly adequate.”

“Surprisingly?” Zaraki asked, a teasing smirk across his handsome face.

“Very.” He chuckled mischievously.

They sat in silence, enjoying the food and the company for long minutes. Mayuri loved that about Zaraki – not that he would ever admit to such a thing – the man only spoke if he had something to say, he never felt the need to fill up gaps with mind-numbing small talk.

“You do realise you are now a risk to others, yes?” Mayuri queried, taking a sip of his tea – it was delicious, if a bit strong.

“When haven’t I been?”

“You know what I mean! Even if you don’t develop symptoms, you might still be a carrier.”

“So? I'll just stay here with you until the quarantine is over.” Zaraki shrugged, unfazed. “That way I can take care of you.”

“Don't make me laugh, you can hardly take care of yourself...” He grumbled, blushing fiercely. He knew Kenpachi could read him like a book without his paint.

When they were finished, Zaraki blew the candle off and put the tray away, slouching on the futon a little more comfortably. Mayuri couldn’t fight the temptation to snuggle against his vast chest, nuzzling it a little. He felt so tired again, his body betraying him, feeble and fallible.

“So... what are the symptoms I might get? What is it you caught?” Zaraki wondered, wrapping him in a tight embrace.

Mayuri mumbled something he hoped would be unintelligible.

“A what?”

“A damn cold!” He repeated testily. “Now shut up, I need to sleep.”

Zaraki shook with thunderous laughter. “You’re something else, Kurotsuchi. You got the entire division in a level five emergency shutdown for a fucking cold?”

“It’s a bad one! It felt deathly.” He complained. “My throat was so raspy I thought I might have some mutated strain of Corynebacterium diphtheriae, but the swabs revealed it’s just a stupid rhinovirus. A pathetic HRV-C11, uh! I'm already working on a vaccine, this shan’t happen agai-“ his chest tightened painfully and he began coughing loudly, his eyes watering with the strain.

Zaraki rubbed gentle circles on his back until the fit receded. “Right, calm down, you get too excited when you talk about sciency stuff.”

“Huh... I feel like shit.” He moaned, shivering. “My toes are freezing, pull that blanket over me.”

“Tsk, the great Mayuri Kurotsuchi defeated by the common cold...” Zaraki teased, covering them with the soft blanket. He pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, feeling the smaller man melt in his arms and whispered. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Kurotsuchi.”

#happy valentines #valentine's day 2025 #kurotsuchi mayuri #mayuri kurotsuchi #kenpachi zaraki #kenmayu #nemu kurotsuchi #bleach #bleach fanfiction

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femslashfortnight · 5 months ago

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Hatchetfield Femslash Fortnight 2025 FAQs:

Below we'll be answering some frequently asked questions for upcoming Hatchetfield Femflash Fortnight event in 2025. You can find our prompt list pinned on our blog! If you have any other questions not answered below, feel free to send in a message or an ask

Q: What are alternates?

A: Prompts you can slot in to any day instead of that day's official prompt in case you don’t like it or don’t know what to do! You can use all of them, some, or none! Hell you can even use both official prompts and alternates, go crazy!

Q: Do I have to do all fourteen days?

A: Only do as much as you want to! The rules are pretty open here, you can make as much or as little for any prompt. You can even post multiple works for one prompt, or use all the main prompts and all the alts! The sky is your limit.

Q: What can I make?

A: Whatever you want! Fan art, fan fic, edits, gifs, or anything else fandom related you can think of. As long as it's inspired by the prompt, is a femslash Hatchetfield fanwork, and sticks to our established rules, anything goes.

Q: How do I post?

A: Anything posted to tumblr will be reblogged here on the femslashfortnight blog, but you can post it anywhere. If you want us to see it for sure then be sure to tag this blog! Otherwise we’ll be browsing the #HFFF25 and #Hatchetfield Femslash Fortnight 25 tag all the time and be enjoying all your stuff!

However, we do ask you to only submit posts from a single blog—as we know some people have art/fic only blogs, as well as personal blogs. This doesn’t mean you can’t crosspost, but only tag one of your posts as a submission by @-ing our blog so we can reblog it for the event!

Q: Can I submit OCs/OC (Original Character) centric fanworks to the event?

A: We won’t be accepting submissions for OCs or OC-only ships, as this event is about pre-existing Hatchetfield content and fanon works based on that. However, if you have a canon Hatchetfield character/OC ship, that can totally be submitted! If you’re unsure about your submission, you can always send a message or an ask and we’ll give you some guidance as to whether your work qualifies!

Q: Can my submitted works include trans headcanon characters or nonbinary/genderqueer characters?

A: Absolutely! In fact, we very much encourage it!! As long as your works/ships focus on non-men, they’re fine to be submitted. This would include, for example, transfem!Paul Matthews or Ziggs. Again, if you’re unsure, send in an ask or a message!

Q: Do you allow crossover works?

A: Currently, no we don't! We want to focus this event on Hatchetfield, and we'd be unequipped to moderate large crossovers with over works we're not familiar with as a mod team or navigating f/f ships in other fandoms.

Q: I’m not sure if my work fits one of the prompts, what can I do?

A: The prompts are supposed to be inspiration rather than limiting, so as long as your fic is inspired by a prompt you should be totally fine! Though, if you’re still worried about it feel free to contact the blog directly via asks, or send a message and we’ll do our best to clear it up for you.

Q: Should I include Trigger Warnings / Content Warnings?

A: Yes! Regarding explicit content or potentially triggering content, we ask you to add any triggers for visual submissions, such as fan art, edits and gifs.

Usual AO3 tagging rules also apply. When posting a link from AO3 (or another location) to Tumblr, add content/trigger warnings at the top of your post—and also place your mature (e.g. smut, mature themes) submissions beneath a read more along with the #HFFFAfterdark25 and/or #HatchetfieldFemslashFortnight Afterdark 25 tags.

Q: Can I post to other places (Ao3, Wattpad, TikTok, etc)?

A: Of course! Just make sure if you want us to see your submissions and reblog it, that you post it to tumblr (even as a link) also!

Q: Do you have an AO3 collection?

A: We do! This year’s event will have a subcollection under Hatchetfield Femslash Fortnight, and once it’s ready for submissions we’ll share the link on the blog!

Q: I was late, can I still post?

A: Go for it! We will be accepting submissions to the blog and AO3 Collection for a week after, as well as actively reblogging them. So anything shared with us until the 3rd of May is good to go.

Q: Can I post an already existing piece if it fits a prompt?

A: As long as it’s not been already posted before then sure, just make sure it complies with our guidelines and is correctly tagged and TW/CW are applied if necessary.

We’re very excited as the event grows closer, and hope everyone else is too. If you have any more questions feel free to ask away!

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weather-cluddy · 7 months ago

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THE COMPLETE GUIDE TO WATCHING MILGRAM (as of the end of the 2nd trial)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

INTRO

What's Milgram? Milgram is a multimedia project whose central concept revolves around the audience judging the character's crimes. All of them stand accused of murder after being brought to the mysterious prison of Milgram, but were their actions truly wrong? Only the audience, through the medium of the amnesiac guard Es, can decide that. Vote them GUILTY or INNOCENT according to your ethics or your whims over the course of three trials , and watch how their lives change in response.

You can read a list of trigger warnings here. Who's working on it? The musical and visual components are led by the vocaloid producer Deco*27 and his employees at OTOIRO, with him working on the lyrics and composing half the songs, while the other half is handled by Rockwell. Teddyloid often works in the songs' arrangement as well. Yamanaka Takuya is in charge of all writing in the MILGRAM project, except for the novels and their manga adaptation which were done by Nami Tsumi. His works tend to revolve around trauma and people's inner darkness, and are often music-related multimedia franchises such as the Caligula Effect series, Utagoe wa Mille-Feuille and Boisterous Six. (Fun fact: the last one was prompted by the thought that if he made a collab with the Takuya Yamanaka who's part of The Oral Cigarettes, maybe people would stop confusing them. It did not work.)

For more details, check the wiki's Staff page.

How do I vote? You'll need an account for either Twitter or LINE (Japanese texting app). Then go to the JUDGE page in the official website and click on the icon of a character that's not grayed out. (If they all are, then you need to wait until the new trial starts). You'll be asked to give the site permission to use your Twitter/LINE account. The website should remember your credentials afterwards. You can vote once a day every day for as long as the poll is open. The general rhythm of the project is that a song releases, then another releases next month and the next one takes two months to come out. Since each poll lasts for three months, this means that there should always be two characters available for voting, unless there are delays or you're at the very end or start of a trial.

How does this guide work? / Usage notes Due to Tumblr's restriction on the amount of links per post, this guide will have three parts. They're organized content according to platform/format, but I also paid mind to original release date and overall importance to the plot.

I recommend watching all the first trial content before starting with the second trial. So, begin with the 1st set of voicelines, then the videos and timelines, then double back onto the second set. Everything from the Illustrations and Previews section onwards isn't part of the main game and can be ignored if desired.

I've added some supplementary notes and explanations when I thought it was relevant. Sometimes the information is part of a larger theory post, but please don't take the link as endorsement of any particular theory.

There will be links to the MILGRAM wiki, which is not spoiler-free. If you navigate to the character's main pages, you will immediately see images that spoil developments in the latest trial. This also applies to the official website's character pages. There will also be Youtube links. Since the suggestions can also contain spoilers, you can copypaste the link into Polsy to avoid them. You'll still get videos thumbnails when you pause or when the video ends, but from what I can see they're limited to the videos found on the uploader's channel.

TRANSLATIONS

Official Website

Character Profiles milgrammer (Click "profile" for each prisoner)

Voicelines First trial: milgrammer (Same as above) Second trial: Rochisama (Section: Voice lines)

A different set of translations can be found in the Milgram wiki. It is also the easiest way to access the audio, as old lines get retired from the official website and Wayback Machine is inconsistent in saving them. The quotes can be found in their own subpage, such as https://milgram.fandom.com/wiki/Momose_Amane/Quotes . Substitute character names accordingly, and keep in mind that Muu and Fuuta's names are spelled with two u's.

According to the writer's tweets, the prompts for the first trial's voicelines are: 1) Introduce yourself. 2) You're a murderer, aren't you? 3) Is there something you'd like to tell the guard (me)? 4) and 5) What do you think about Milgram?

And for the second trial: 1) To the awakened guard 2) Regarding the first trial's results 3) Regarding changes in the second trial 4) Comments on the first trial 5) What do you think about Milgram?

Loading Screen During the first trial, the loading icon for the website displayed the message "Sing your sins." When the second trial started, the icon was changed. Now it looks the same as the first one for a second, then morphs into "Doubt your punishment." You can see a gif of it here.

Youtube Channel

Teasers These are brief videos which feature the characters speaking sentences out of context. So far we've seen some, but not all of them pop up in the series itself. Some seem to take place in the past, so it's likely not all of them will show up. Note that these videos contain flashing lights, chaotic visuals and screaming. Translations can be found in comments. - First season teaser - Second season teaser

Voice Trailers These trailers have normal and glitchy lines. The normal parts are taken from the website voice lines, while the glitchy lines aren't featured anywhere else. Translations for the static-filled lines can be found in the comment section, and Rochisama also translated the second-trial lines in their website. - First season voice trailer - Second season voice trailer

PV Technically our first real intro to the series, but given the unstranslated onscreen text and the dodgy subtitles, it can be skipped. There's some concept art not shown elsewhere; A cleaned up version can be viewed here and here. The website features a lower shot of the same art shown in the last link.

Song trailers These feature short snippets of upcoming content: songs and one sentence per prisoner. You can skip this if you've already watched the songs and voice dramas in question; the only difference is that sometimes the translation is slightly different. - First trial - Second trial

Main Songs, Jackalope Videos and Voice Dramas In-universe, the voice dramas take place before the songs. However, up until midway through the second trial the songs were uploaded first and the albums (containing the dramas) would be released 1-2 weeks later, so it seems the intended viewing order is the other way around. The tracklist order also supports this, so I'll be using the song->voice drama order. ES and Undercover are special cases. Undercover doesn't seem to exist in-universe, with the timeline for this one being A Milgram Anybody Can Understand->ES->Website voicelines. For the sake of consistency, I still used the song->VD ordering, with A Milgram being placed afterwards due to being released later.

Lastly, some of the official English titles are different from the Japanese ones. I wrote down both the official translation, marked (EN), and a translation from Japanese marked (JP)

First trial Official song playlist

Undercover (Instrumental) Notes: Milgram's theme song and its first release. The official subtitles were changed during the second trial to reference the song titles, at the cost of being less accurate to the original Japanese: you can see the original lyrics here. The lamp that shows up at 2:11 says 御霊燈, "spirit lantern." This kind of lantern is placed at the house of the deceased for 49 days after death. It serves to both announce that the family is in mourning and a guide for the spirit of the deceased; fire being a way for ghosts to find their way from and to the afterlife is a common motif in Japanese folklore. The kanji above the scratched-out text reads "deceased." Text on the sticky notes on Mikoto's screen. ES (Text)

A Milgram Anybody Can Understand

Weakness (EN) / The Weak are Meat, Eat your Fellows (JP) (Instrumental) Notes: A theory post analysing the title and word choices used. Writhing of the Weak (Text)

Umbilical (Instrumental) Relative Zero (Text)

Bring It On (Instrumental) Notes: Onscreen text translation. Cultural context on lyrics. Braze you!! (Text)

After Pain (Instrumental) Notes: Onscreen text translation. Crying B (Text)

Throw Down (Instrumental) Notes: Onscreen text translation Moloch (Text)

This Is How to Be in Love With You (EN) / It's Love! (JP) (Instrumental) Notes: Onscreen text translation Love is Mine (Text)

half (Instrumental) Gouging In The Night (EN) / Night of Exposure (JP) (Text)

magic (Instrumental) Notes: Onscreen text translation. (Some corrections: "Happily supporting" is more like "Happiness-supporting" and "Weird Monk" would be "Mysterious Monk.") Apostle and Death (EN) / Apostle and Death and (JP) (Text) Notes: The odd extra "and" in the Japanese title is to make the title sound more repetitive. It's pronounced Shito to Shi to.

MeMe (Instrumental) Notes: The yellow sign at 1:28 reads "WARNING. This is private property! It's not a public dumpster! Don't just throw your trash wherever you like. Anyone caught fly-tipping will be reported immediately. WARNING." The tarot cards (probably) say "MIKOTO TAROT CARD" at the bottom. John Doe (Text) Notes: "Remember your murder" should be "I'll remember that, you murderer!"

Harrow (Instrumental) Notes: Summarized onscreen text translation (highlighted comment). Alternate full translation. TASK (Text) Notes: "Heh, I should be the one thanking you" / "Heh, you’ve gotten the order of expressing gratitude wrong." should be "That's not the kind of face you should be making when thanking somebody"

First trial closing video

#milgram guide #milgram

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steddiemicrofic · 2 years ago

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⚡️ Welcome! ⚡️

{may prompt: ⏰ delay ⏰ | 408 words}

view previous prompts/collections here

what is this?

steddiemicrofic is a monthly drabble challenge. Each month will have a one-word prompt and a randomly-generated word count challenge between 300-600 words.

For example, a prompt might look like: ‘breakfast,’ 522 words.

how do I play?

We’ll announce the new prompt on the first of the month, and then you’ll have until 11:59 PM EST the day before the end of the month to fill the prompt (for example, if the month has 31 days, they will be due on the 30th). Your story should be a third person standalone fic with Steve and Eddie as the primary characters (or topic of discussion if doing outsider POV.) If you want us to share your story, you can tag us @steddiemicrofic and use that month’s hashtag.

Please note: word counts are strict. That’s the whole fun of the challenge, so please don’t tag us if your drabble turns into a 2k story.

We’ll use wordcounter.net to check the final word count before reblogging. (Note: your word processor might tally words differently, so be sure to run your draft through wordcounter.net specifically before posting.) WC limits only apply to the body of the story, so titles, descriptions, etc. won’t count against you.

sequel policy, updated 5.7.24

we are officially saying no sequels for microfic challenge submissions. what this means:

going forward, we won’t reblog sequel posts, whether they’re posted in the same month or across multiple months. if your story has “part 2,3, etc” in the title, or links to a previous installment, or mentions that you need prior context to understand the story, we will not reblog it

you may still fill each month’s prompt within a consistent au universe, but again, each submission must work as a standalone story (so don’t link previous installments in your submission post)

as always, feel free to do whatever you want with these prompts on your own blog! write parts 1-20 if you feel inspired, just please don’t tag us beyond part 1

is there a prize for playing?

No, but you can have a head pat and this cool rock I found outside.

are there any other rules?

Please be sure to rate your drabble using AO3 rating system [G=general, T=teen, M=mature, or E=explicit) and warn for any triggers/squicks at the top of the post so we can tag for those when we reblog. You can format your posts something like:

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written for ‘prompt’ wc: # | rated: __ | cw: __

can I suggest prompts?

Absolutely! Can’t guarantee we’ll get to all of them, but feel free to send prompts to the inbox and we can maybe run some bonus rounds in addition to the main monthly prompt.

can I participate anonymously?

You sure can, bestie.* To submit anonymously, please DM the mods first (so we can get in touch with you if we need you to update WC/tags or if we have any questions), then you can submit your fic as an anonymous ask to our blog. Anon asks still need to include a header with the title, rating, and content warnings, and WCs will be checked before publishing.

*For now. Not that we expect it to happen, but if for some reason our inbox gets flooded with anon hate/spam then we’ll have to update this rule.

who do I talk to if I have questions?

Send us an ask here or you can message Mickala @steddieas-shegoes or Lex @thefreakandthehair

masterlists:

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Steddie Microfics 2024

Steddie Microfics 2025

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ask-ganondorf · 8 months ago

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Ask Ganondorf!: The "About Page"

[[Welcome to "Ask Ganondorf", a Legend of Zelda-themed askblog formerly exclusive to Cohost! This is the post where I do a little promoting and explain a few things. This is the mod speaking; I hope you enjoy your visit here, and don't forget to leave a message before you go~!]]

[[Continue below the cut for more information...]]

[[This is an old-fashioned character askblog, the kind that was popular on here about a decade ago. Want to ask Ganondorf something? Go right ahead! You don't even need to be a LoZ fan. An askblog lives and dies by audience interaction, so when in doubt... just send whatever ask you want! Don't be scared of the idea that someone else may have already asked what's on your mind, anonymous asks are enabled in case you're feeling shy or private. I don't mind "spam like"s, comments, or reblogs, either. You can ask the mod (me) things as well if you really want! Lore, clarifications, headcanons, boundaries... though some things may be left vague until the point where you can get the information out of Ganondorf himself, heheh...]]

[[This askblog is migrating from Cohost because of Cohost shutting down at the end of 2024. I never got much following there, but Cohost's more lax content/artwork guidelines shall be sorely missed. I am going to gradually cross-post what asks I did manage to answer on the original Cohost edition; I shall also try and go through the unanswered asks I have left over in the Cohost inbox and answer them here, in kindness and sadness...]]

[[The desktop theme of this blog is currently under heavy construction. Be patient, an evil king's castle can't be built overnight~!]]

[[The "timeline" and exact time this blog takes place in is intentionally left vague, but is very much Ocarina of Time-inspired at least in terms of aesthetics. This may change as the blog evolves and builds more interactions. It's also quite headcanon-heavy (as it must be, since Ganondorf gets so little deeper exploration in canon...), so prepare for lots of fun with that! I'm also open to old RP/ask blog community staples such as magic anons, special events, prompts, themed starters, etc... Again, don't be too afraid to try sending messages yourself! One last thing to bear in mind, however...]]

[[I am NOT the character featured on this blog. Views expressed in-character are not necessarily shared or intended to be promotion.]]

[[Some content on this blog may become "dark" given the villainous focus. This askblog is not recommended for children and certain posts may be marked 18+. Please discern fiction from reality and avoid assuming malicious or dangerous authorial intent. Message me directly if you require clarification, triggers tagged, or content warnings applied.]]

[[All that said, have fun! This post may expand in the future to something like a FAQ, and will remain pinned until I create proper subpages.]]

[[As for all that you really need to know about me, the moderator, personally...]]

#Ganondorf #askganondorf #legend of zelda #ask blog #askblog #loz roleplay #roleplay account #roleplay blog #interactive blog

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revcnqe · 2 months ago

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Thanks for reading my guidelines. I'm Midnight (she/they, millennial, CET). My activity level and reply speed are (very) slow, please don’t rush me. English is my second language, mistakes will happen and I apologize in advance. My blog operates in english (default) and german, both are equally fine.

About and Verses are currently procrastinated worked on!

01. GENERAL INFO (for non-rp blogs). Besides being a roleplayer I am also a hobby gif maker, personal blogs are welcome! Basic Tumblr etiquette applies: Don’t steal, repost or edit my gifs. If you want to insert a single gif into one of your posts please use the gif search function. Make sure you don’t reblog my roleplay content which includes tag games, writing examples, headcanons, threads and answered asks. Speaking of asks: I will generally react in-character whenever possible but I am not an IC ask blog.

02. DISCLAIMER. I am not affiliated with the creators of The Boys or the actor Karl Urban and I don’t own the character Billy Butcher. I claim ownership of my own written headcanons and texts. All graphics/aesthetics, gifs and colorings on this blog are mine, up from 2024 until present. Older promos and edits have psds credited in their respective posts.

03. CONTENT WARNING. To interact with me, you have to be 18+ (mun and muse). The Boys is an R-rated series and this is a general trigger warning for mature content such as — strong language, graphic violence and gore, physical and mental abuse, mention of sa, mention of child abuse, alcohol addiction, mental illness, terminal illness, trauma, sexual content, weapons, drug use, political and social commentary, sick humour, satire and overall rude behaviour which can be expected from this muse. I will only tag some of these on a regular basis. I use "trigger cw" and my n.sfw tag is "usft". Please let me know if you need a specific thing tagged. I don't have a lot of triggers but I would ask you to tag spiders and horror jumpscares in gifs for me.

04. MUN ≠ MUSE. It should go without saying but at the same time cannot be stressed enough. This is a morally grey/villainous character. If you are easily offended we’re likely not matching well. Butcher can be tremendously rude and aggressive, he swears excessively and is quick to insult your muse if he dislikes them or feels provoked. Make sure that you can handle interacting with such a muse and do not take anything from him personal or too serious. But if we started writing and, for any reason, you feel discomfort please communicate it. I’m always willing to take a step back and sort things out.

05. INTERACTIONS. Best way to get started is through sending me prompts or having prompts/opens available on your blog, so I can interact with those! I have some starter- and interaction calls and I will post opens occasionally. I just got started with Tumblr rp in early 2025, so my blog is a bit empty and I'm still learning and figuring things out. Memes and prompts are always accepted, they never expire. Please try to link to the post you've send me something from, it makes my life easier, but I won't get mad if you don't. My inbox is open to everyone but starters and threads are for mutuals only. Don't continue an answered ask or reply to an open if we're not both following each other.

05 a. FOR FAKEVZ FOLKS: I am very reluctant to roleplay or talk in-character in dms, for different reasons (exceptions can be discussed on rare occasions). Please respect this as an important boundary. I'd rather use my dms for plotting purposes and checking in with my writing partners. However, I am open to short form writing on the dashboard which includes IC-Talk, if you're interested. I'm also willing to write on a sideblog but this option is heavily limited to not overwhelm myself. We should have interacted, plotted or known each other for a while. I do not rp outside of Tumblr (Discord, Wire, Docs, Forums, etc.)

06. WRITING. No godmodding, power play, meta gaming. I also don’t like forcing or rushing certain dynamics that don’t feel like natural character progression. Plotting beforehand is welcome but not mandatory. If it ever feels like being stuck we can pause the writing and have a small plotting session between scenes or even for the same scene. I am a big fan of the “yes, and” approach, give me something to work with. I don’t have an estimated length for texts, it always depends.

07. REGARDING AI. My blog is strictly and firmly against the usage of AI. I will never use AI for writing or to generate images. If I ever accidentially reblog something AI-generated please let me know, but be respectful while you do so. I do not wish to write with you if you use AI, don't ever feed my writing to an AI, I do not consent to this.

08. FORMATTING. I don’t do a lot of formatting. I prefer small font, my writing is usually continuous text with no line breaks for dialogue. Let me know if this is difficult to read for you and I will adjust, no questions asked. Please try to trim your posts if possible. Generally, feel free to format your text as you wish but here are some things I have issues with: Excessive spacing between words (triple space and higher), excessive bolding or italicizing to a point where it distracts me; all caps, text from font generators (captions and highlighted phrases are perfectly fine but I can’t read a whole text in those fonts).

09. SHIPPING. I’m multiship and multiverse, every ship takes place in its own verse if not communicated otherwise. I rely heavily on chemistry, don't force things. The occasional smut might happen but I’m more interested in exploring dynamics outside of romantic shipping, such as allies, enemies, enemies to friends, found family, etc. and I'd love to have a setting where I get a chance to write Butcher as an unhinged villain and diverge from the canon liberally.

10. FOLLOWING. I will likely follow you first if I stumble upon your blog through community tags or shared mutuals and if I like your muse(s), your writing, aesthetics or all of the above! You can be sure that I have read your pinned post and rules. I follow every blog out of genuine interest and curiousity, not to collect follow backs, but please understand that it’s impossible for me to reach out to everyone. Don’t get offended when I forget and also never feel obligated to become mutuals. If you softblocked me in the past and I refollow you it’s accidentially. Hardblock me if you don’t want that to happen, I won’t take it personal.

11. ACTIVITY. My blog is labeled low activity. I am here for rp, but I like to do lots of other things on Tumblr, too. There’s periods of time where I don’t have the energy to work on drafts or talk to anyone. Rest assured that you never did anything wrong when I disappear for a while. What I’m not willing to do is constantly giving activity updates on a schedule. I might make a post on current stats every once in a blue moon and if I go on hiatus for longer I will highly likely make a post about it.

12. DON’T BE A CUNT. I have zero tolerance for homophobia, transphobia, racism, ableism, sexism, zionism, hateful comments in general, out of character drama, gossiping, constant negativity, passive aggressiveness, vague posting, guilt tripping, gaslighting and other similar behaviour. Just be a decent person and we’re fine.

13. THE MUN. So you're still reading? Much appreciated. <3 Read more info about me here and I can also be found @bitemcrks.

#updated march 2025 #. ⸻ ⁰¹ 「file.」 ⊣⊢ glorious five year plan.#. ⸻ ¹⁴ 「ooc.」 ⊣⊢ the insider.

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alt-zadr · 1 year ago

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ALT-ZADR-WEEK 2024

This event is inspired by the vintage culture of Invader Zim (1990s/2000s) and largely relates to fashion and media trends of that time. This year pays homage to that via the magic of alternate universes and the creativity of the fandom when exploring them. RULES: Must be 18+ to enter Both written and drawn submissions may apply To submit applications, post to tumblr and tag your submission as @alt-zadr-b1tch3z Do not harass the Artists/Writers It is the preference of the blog creator that you depict Zim and Dib as Adult versions of the original characters. However, underage iterations of Zim and Dib will be posted if the artwork meets the criteria of Disney shipping (cheek kisses, holding hands, exchanging gifts, hugging, Not Being Sexual) No depictions of Racism, Sexism, Pedophilia, Homophobia, Transphobia; or anything else I think is deplorable will be reblogged. I personally will block you if you’re being disgusting or a bigot.

Trigger warnings MAY include: Blood, Eyestrain, Drugs, Needles, Cutting, Gore, Suicide Mention, Murder, Violence, Infanticide, Patricide, Negative Depictions of Hospitals, Gay Cartoon Characters, Guns, Weapons, Vomit, and much more! Feel free to send asks about specific things you want tagged. Disclaimer: This blog does not condone any unlawful or harmful acts depicted in the events submissions. I will do my best to tag content for trigger warnings but may screw up, I’m just one dude. Negative mental health symptoms such as suicidal ideation, violent tendencies, long lasting depression, and many unmentioned others; are all things that deserve to be depicted in art and shared within an understanding and mature community. Sharing your experience with other like minded people is an important part of the coping process, and makes us feel less alone when we face the dark feelings within ourselves. It’s ok to fuck up and do the things you’re not supposed to, no one is perfect. You deserve to get the most out of life that you can. Healing is a slow process and it’s ok to acknowledge your bad feelings through art. If you are experiencing mental health problems, please seek out a professional avenue for help, or find some kind of healthy coping mechanism. You will thank yourself when you look back on it. Thank you, for reading my preachy little blurb about why leaking brain badness is good sometimes. Please enjoy the showcase <3

IDEAS FOR SUBMISSIONS: The categories and subcategories are loose and unstrict, do what you want to with the prompts given, and have fun with it!

Word prompts: Scene Word Generator Fashion Prompts: Emo fashion board Scene fashion boards ART INSPO

#invader zim #zadr #zim x dib #zadr art #alt-zadr-official

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year-of-whump-tropes · 5 months ago

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Tagging system

Required/strongly encouraged tags:

The official event tag is “#2025yearofwhumptropes”. This will be what I primarily rely on to find entries to reblog, so if you don’t use that tag it’s not likely to get reblogged here.

Tag it with both “#fandom” and the specific fandom if it’s a fanwork, or tag it as “#original work” if it’s an original work.

Use the relevant tags if your post has content that is intensely triggering (example: onscreen suicide) or potentially dangerous (example: flashing lights)

If your submission has explicit NSFW content, you MUST:

Tag it with “#NSFWhump”

Make sure any explicit content is under a Keep reading OR apply the “Sexual Themes” content label (“Mature” is too general to be very helpful! This is whump, we expect there to be some dark stuff!) You can do both but only one is required.

Tag it with the monthly theme, the weekly theme (if applicable), and the specific prompt used (if applicable). (Since you can fill any prompt any time during the year, make sure you tag it with the week/month the prompt belongs to, not when you actually post it if the two differ.)

Tag it for organizational purposes in the following format: #yowt25m[month number]w[week number]d[day number] Example: #yowt25m1w2d5 (for the fifth day of the second week of January)

Optional tags:

The format your submission is in. (Writing, art, photoshoot, etc.)

Any additional content warnings. Tags for common/major triggers or dangerous content are mandatory, as stated above, but I leave it up to you to decide how thoroughly you want to tag when it’s just for avoidance of squicks and the like. You’re strongly encouraged to be thorough but don’t obsess over whether you might have missed something.

"#participant post": I plan to put this on posts I reblog here.

Any other tags you want to include to help people who’d like it find the post (other tropes included, the characters involved if it’s fanwork, whether it’s ocs or nameless/generic if it’s original work, genre, setting, etc.)

Of course you can add any other tags you want, but when I reblog I’ll probably only copy over the ones that seem to serve some organizational and/or warning purpose.

Tagging incorrectly won't disqualify you from participating in the event, but it may disqualify your post from getting reblogged to this blog! (mainly because I'm depending on tags to find the posts and keep organized.)

#event info #2025yearofwhumptropes

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sjmvillainweek · 11 months ago

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Hello everyone! October is now three months away and soon the prompts will be out for everyone to start making content, we can't wait to see what you all create!

Due to some confusion for the sixth rule on the Rules/FAQ post, one of our co-mods @readychilledwine has made an informative post on the differences between Non-Con and Dub-Con to clear up any confusion on the matter, and for something to refer back to when making your content!

✨️Smut Education with Liz✨️

Noncon vs. Dubcon and the importance of consent

Warnings: Liz isn't sugar coating language; discussions of consent; discussions of SA

With Villain Week being announced, we have received a lot of questions regarding our rule about not reblogging fics involving graphic SA. All three of us understand how yummy taboo dark smut is to read and write, but there are limitations to what is acceptable. I wanted to take some time to address noncon and dubcon fanfiction and consent with you all to hopefully clear the air a bit.

Noncon and Dubcon are both very real-world situations that have been modified to fit into our world of fanfiction, and it is important to acknowledge something really quick. In the real world, both of these are forms of sexual assault. Questionable consent is not consent, and coerced consent is not consent. Consent is an enthusiastic yes. Sex without an excited yes throughout is considered SA or rape in the real world. These same rules do not apply to fanfiction, though.

Noncon is short for nonconsensual, meaning it is clear there is no consent from one party involved, sometimes both depending on content or context, even in fanfiction. To put it bluntly, a noncon fic is essentially writing a rape scene. It is not arguably SA; it is blatant SA. Even with proper warnings, tags, and labels, this type of content is extremely triggering for survivors of sexual-based attacks, both male and female. In these fics, there is a clear victim, and the victim knows and acknowledges that they are a victim.

We are all probably aware of fics that somehow gained popularity involving this style of writing, and we are all probably aware of the fallout. We, as writers who are working to create a safe place for our followers, mutuals, and anonymous strangers lurking in dark corners, cannot allow this type of content to be reblogged in this event. If this is the type of content you are wanting to write, as kindly as possible, ✨️no✨️. I, Liz, will not allow this type of content to be reblogged.

Dubcon would be the other category of dark smut. Dubcon is short for Dubious Consent. Dubcon fics may have questionable consent methods, but it is clear the characters involved are enjoying them. Dubcon, when properly tagged as such, allows the reader to know that consent may seem questionable, but it is there, and it will be written to show both characters enjoying the interaction. Dubcon, too, does not have what we would call a victim. The “victim” is not perceiving themselves as a victim. They are enjoying and wanting the sex act.

Dubcon fics are far more popular than you may think: seduction, sex potions, magic, pollen, and bargain-based sex.

I'm sure we have all read a sex pollen fic where unaffected character x says to affected character z, “I don't want to take advantage of you,” then they have mind-blowing sex that's so good the sex pollen just magically leaves their system. That's a form of dubcon due to the fact that it can be written between two characters who may not have hooked up without the influence of the pollen. In seduction, character A typically chases and woos character B restlessly. Seduction can be written with 100% enthusiastic consent or a dubcon stand point. In dubcon, it typically starts with character B “caving” and then enjoying sex with character A. This is considered Dubcon in fanfiction. In bargain dubcon, one character offers the other a reason to sleep with them (protection, money, food, a job). These types typically have other fun power dynamics at play, but we still see in these fics both characters enjoying sex with each other. These are the types of dark smut fics we will reblog. Yes, it is a little bit questionable, but enjoyment is clear on both ends.

I also want to talk to you all about an age-old concept: hate fucking.

Have you ever disliked someone so much that you wanted to have sex with them to feel a bit of power and control over them? That's hate-fucking. It's consensual, it's fun, it's hot, and the best part is that your characters can go back to hating each other afterwards and even throw it into each other's faces that this happened. You get to write your smut scene while honoring—let's say Beron and Helion's tense hatred and complex relationship, or a delicious moment where Rhys snaps and gets off on how he is capable of bringing Amarantha over the edge to give himself a feeling of power. Sex won't change how these characters feel about each other, but you get to touch that hatred dynamic while writing something everyone will actually get to enjoy, and we will reblog.

In summary, the biggest thing we want to see is consent, even if it's in a questionable dubcon fashion. This is fanfiction, yes, but for survivors of violent crimes, the distinction between dubcon and noncon is very important. Use this as a chance to play with the characters a bit, play with an intense hate-fucking scene, and play with the villain playing the long game and getting the hero to say yes. There are ways to write smut this week that still show consent. That’s all we are asking for.

Liz, or @readychilledwine, has left a list of types of dubcon fanfiction. Her inbox, or our ask box, is open. If you have questions, please reach out. There are also several bloggers who have written dark smut/Dubcon: @tadpolesonalgae has several options, @gothicbabydollz has a few, @secret-third-thing has some Beron smut on @thevanslut, and Liz, shameless plug, also wrote a dubcon bargain piece with Beron. Please search these blogs if you need help with ideas as well!

✨️Dubcon Fanfiction✨

Fuck or die.

Sex Pollen/Potion/Magic

Seduction

Bargaining

Drunk/Impaired Sex (starts noncon-y but becomes enthusiastic)

Modified “Pon Farr”/Mind Control

“Aliens Made Me Do It”

Please ask if you have any further questions regarding the event!

We'll see you in October

#sjmvillainweek #sjmvillainweek2024 #a court of thorns and roses #acotar #throne of glass #crescent city #sarah j maas #sjm universe #sjm multiverse #sjmaas #non-con vs dub-con

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cigar-ettes · 4 months ago

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Woof ૮−ﻌ−ა

WORD COUNT: 1,067 ⋆˚✿˖°

FANDOM: HUNTER X HUNTER ⭑.ᐟ

PAIRING: FEITAN X READER ♡

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Pet play fetish

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A/N: I had a silly little prompt idea about Feitan basically treating you like a stupid little pet :P Enjoy

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"Come," He beckoned, snapping at you.

"I-"

Bzzt!

Shock collar. It wasn't enough to hurt real bad, but enough to make you stiffen up and scrunch your face up.

"Bad. Dogs don't talk." He said dangling the remote loosely in the air between his fingers. "Now, come." He says, pointing at the ground in front of him. He sat lazily on a chair, leaning his head onto his knuckles, propped against the arm rest.

You scoffed, just quiet enough for him not to hear, standing up to make your way over there.

Bzzt!

Your knees buckle as your hands fly to the collar around your neck instinctively.

"Bad. Dogs crawl." He rolls his eyes as if he was correcting you on something as casual as doing a chore, or misunderstanding instructions on a manual.

This was humiliating. You felt a burning behind your eyes, tears threatening to fall. These weren't sad tears, they were angry tears. You wanted to slap his stupid fucking-

Bzzt!

You began to crawl. The wooden floor boards creaking below you, pressing into your knees. You had only a dingy white nightgown on, and little shorts to match underneath. He liked to sometimes put you in such demeaning clothes, humiliating you even further, like you were some doll, some play thing.

"Good girl." He says mockingly, as you approach between his legs. "Sit." You can feel this anger bubbling up in your chest, but you do so anyways.

"Good girl," He had a brown paper bag sitting between his legs that you had not noticed before. He had reached into it, shuffling through its contents. Your heart began to race, it was like he intentionally took his time just to build the anticipation. He never took his eyes off of you.

He pulls out a strange looking thing. It looked like dried jerky. It smelled like...

Dog treats.

He clicked his tongue at you, "Nice," He says as if he was truly concerned about you biting him.

Your brows furrow as he shoves the treat in your face. You had not eaten in a full 24 hours, but you weren't about to stoop so low as to accept food for animals. You turn your head away slightly in a disgusted manner.

He's quick to snatch you up by your jaw, pulling you to face him once more. He leans down just enough to be hovering over your face with his own. He doesn't say a word, he just uses his index finger and thumb to squeeze your cheeks hard enough for you to eventually open up, and he shoves the treat into your mouth, fingers following suit. He sticks it where your back teeth are, quickly taking his fingers out, and pressing one hand under your jaw, the other on top of your head. He looks at you expectantly, he isn't going to let you open your mouth.

You don't chew for a moment, feeling saliva pool into your mouth. You were hungry, but you couldn't let yourself fall further into his play. Drool began to seep out the corner of your lips, falling onto the dusty floor beneath you. He applied more pressure against your jaw and head, urging you to chew. His own hand became slick with your spit, he seemed unmoved by this, and you ultimately had no choice but to chew.

You swallow, trying to imagine the treat in your mouth to be something as ordinary as chicken, or steak. All pet food was made with human consumption in mind, so you knew it wasn't going to make you sick. It still humiliated you.

You didn't even register the tears falling down your face, mixing with the spit on your face. Your face was burning, the tips of your ears blushing with the rest of you. You could feel the combination of spit and tears dripping down your neck to your chest. You were looking like a mess, with Feitan staring down at you, his face portraying no emotion.

He suddenly squeezes your jaw tighter, pushing your lips into a kissy face like position. He smiles coyly. All your tears, spit, and embarrassment was so apparent on your face, he knew you felt humiliated beyond belief. He squeezed your face a little tighter, eliciting a small whine from you. It made his pants tighten.

"So pretty," He says. "What a good puppy. Speak." He releases you. You wipe your face with your forearm, confused as to what he meant. Was this a trick? He told you that dogs don't-

Oh. Oh.

You look at the ground, hands shuffling on the floor. "Woof..." You say.

"That does not sound convincing." He says.

"Woof." You say a bit louder, eyes still glued to the ground.

His index finger hooks around the space between your collar and neck, forcing you to look up at him. "Louder." He says.

"Woof!"

He keeps you locked in this position, it was uncomfortable for your neck, but you knew not to say anything. "Be more cute." He says.

Embarrassment burned further in your face. You knew what he meant.

"Woof!" You say in a higher pitch tone. The quicker you comply, you think to yourself, the sooner this will be over.

"Good girl." He says, using his free hand to reach in the bag once more, pulling out another treat, placing it on your bottom lip.

You know what to do, you open this time, more willingly now. His fingers are more gentle this time, not finding their way to the back of your mouth. He instead lets you take the treat between your teeth, as you began to eat.

The iron grip on your jaw seems to be released some as well. He pets your head, smoothing out your hair.

"Smart doggy." He hums, looking very pleased with the state you're in.

Once you've swallowed, he quickly points to his shoes, covered in your drool from earlier. "Clean it." He says.

Your eyes widen, and your face flushes further. You furrow your brows while looking up at him, saying nothing. He only takes a hand to your head, pushing you to his shoes.

You cringe internally as you begin to lay kitten licks to his shoe, your spit gone cold at this point, it was disgusting.

Feitan laughed a bit, "Stupid girl," He says covering his mouth with his cowl. "You really did it."

#Feitanxreader #xreader #hxh #hunterxhunter #yandere #feitan

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xarrixii · 4 months ago

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arri, writer in progress

cisgender, white, and pansexual/ace, though figure out what gender i am yourself cause i will use any pronouns (chaos)

flash/burn masterlist | pinned introduction post

i classify myself as a writer in the sorts that i am an aspiring author, and in progress in the sorts that i'm currently writing what i hope to be a published book someday.

most of it is available on tumblr in first-draft form. its name is FLASH/BURN, and i love it. (some of it is second-draft.)

name someone i talk to a lot and they'll probably agree i likely have some level of undiagnosed ADHD. i'm usually incredibly irregular, sporadic, and it's random whether i'm organized or in complete disorder.

i like to stay up super late (is this relevant?). i'm an adult citizen of the united states.

what kinds of books are you interested in?

genre-wise, i'm willing to read a lot as long as it's fiction. sci-fi, fantasy, lack of and presence of magic, action, adventure, thriller.

i think my favorite books fall along the lines of following characters more than they follow plots.

do you have any hobbies or interests outside of writing?

i had very long rhythm game and gacha phases, but i also enjoy a good SCP game or relaxed Minecraft server.

what font do you like to write in?

lora, point twelve. i started using it years ago and now it's hard to use anything else. it looks like this:

(excerpt from FLASH/BURN Chapter 45: "Operative")

where can i find your writing?

you can find anything i've wanted to post in public here, on my tumblr. i set up a wattpad for FLASH/BURN, but i haven't gotten around to uploading more than the first arc (chapter 1-22)

can i see some of your older writing?

sure! there's actually older versions of most of my WIPs in my Google Drive, and if you ever want to see some of what i consider my cringiest part of life, just ask. i'm open to messages and more open to my ask box (which you are allowed to remain anonymous in).

what's your music taste?

it's mostly a jumble of alternative rock music. Citizen Soldier and STARSET got me through the pandemic, and now i've begun listening to a few more better-known artists in roughly the same genre. (listen—rule number one is that it's all over the place.)

i have an entire playlist named after one character's music taste. i don't have to bother with another because it's one artist. the rest is vibes.

what themes are prevalent in your writing?

you're very likely to find a lot of found family, i think. possibly a ton of moral grey. lots of non-romance.

if you're looking more into FLASH/BURN's themes, both of the above apply. my good friend clove's attributed "coping mechanisms that no longer become useful." heavy trigger warnings for child abuse, extreme bigotry, suicide, and general mental health issues. Harlow goes through some shit.

what are some things you won't write?

you won't be finding NSFW-in-the-sexual-way content on this blog. i'm not really interested in it and frankly i don't want to write it because of that. i'm more than comfortable with torture, blood, gore, and horror, though i can't guarantee it'll be any good.

if you think i'm afraid to kill a major character, you're wrong, by the way. sorry.

can i send you a writing prompt?

oh fuck yeah. especially some hero/villain shit. let me experiment.

who are you inclusive of?

transgender people are welcome here. intersex people are welcome here. systems are welcome here. otherkin are welcome here. mental disabilities are welcome here. physical disabilities are welcome here. queer people are welcome here. aspec people are welcome here. fat people are welcome here. poc are welcome here. something something about you who is welcome here. women and men. everything fuckin' in between. just don't be an asshole and we're cool does that make sense??

i do not allow hate in this home, and let that include myself. hold me accountable.

something something about further questions, relate them to my secretary, of whom is myself and my tumblr askbox or private messages.

onwards with the WIP descriptions!

FLASH/BURN—

Harlow "Urban" Collins experienced the pyrokinetic rehabilitation and misuse clinics firsthand since he was seven. Since he awakened, it's been nothing but a constant stream of hatred. Alph "Raiden" Roy managed to build a trustworthy reputation despite their pyrokinesis and was about to begin police academy when an incident that could kill their best friend and implicate them in a felony upends their plans. A favor too many spirals both into the underground enforcement organization founded by Alph's family to pay it off—Cinder. Bad timing forces them into the clutches of a jump-started scramble to stop Storm's plans before Cinder's legal counterpart catches wind of its existence, even while life has to appear to resume like normal. Shit hits the fan.

#flash/burn #flash/burn shitposting

MONOALCHEMICAL

Vaughn Gray was accused of high treason and is one of the longest-running wanted criminals in the Kingdom of Graheathe. Heir to the Harkon Dukedom, Leon Brullen-Harkon is the first knight to successfully deliver the alchemist-sorcerer a permanent blow—and also the first one to need his help.

#monoalchemical:xarrixii

YELLOW IS FEAR

Fear was gifted the ability to wield an unruly piece of the magic plane and handed the trust of WKPD Captain Barrow McGlently. Fare Freundlichkeit thought that would be the biggest case her alter ego would ever need to go down, but that was before a strange, beak-masked “vigilante” kept pushing her away from the biggest slave trade Krusing had ever seen; and then swore his life to her.

#yellow is fear:xarrixii

HOLDING ANCHOR

Earwyn Sol wants nothing more than to be remembered, so when Captain Haze of Dead Water let him on board all those years ago, he finally thought he had the chance. After becoming the feared Second Lieutenant Cardinal, however, his chances hadn’t changed. Soren Auer is the sleepless Uchorian Sparrow translating fluently between the five common tongues and several ship communication encryptions just to keep the rest of his nine fingers, and also the inventor that offers himself hostage when Dead Water comes knocking.

#holding anchor:xarrixii

deadrail_

Atlas is the multi-skilled persona of tired code optimizer Sawyer Greene whose rules to meet with are very simple: no weapons, no murder, and he decides what jobs he'll take. Business as usual quickly turns into the unique job of somehow getting spoiled and dishonored Fujinaga Eiji to return to the Fujinaga succession line. To varying degrees of success.

#deadrail_xarrixii

Writemas

a writing game hosted by another tumblr user in december 2024 (@agirlandherquill). contains non-canon but adjacent content for Monoalchemical, Yellow is Fear, and Holding Anchor

looking for more? again i encourage you to ask me. i'll tell you all about the time i moderated for a roblox group or made some shitty play named "Melody" or whatever it was. the height of my gacha phase. who am i if not embarrassing the shit out of myself?

also if you want to see my gl2 rendition of flash/burn characters it either exists or can within like three hours

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