#fanfiction about slavery

[adelalovesmadara]

It Comes Back Biting Him or Naruto Is Crudely Reminded That The Hyuuga Practised Slavery

"It's been decided that Uzumaki Himawari, courtesy of her possessing the Byakugan and her being the cousin of the heir of the Hyuuga main family, is to be sealed."

Naruto is sure that he has misheard. "Sorry?" He coughs and catches himself. He politely rectifies, "I must have misheard that. Could you, uh, repeat that for me, please?"

Being the son-in-law of the Hyuuga's clan head, Naruto had been strongly advised to be as cordial and polite as possible, even before his marriage to Hinata.

"Higasa-sama, Hanabi-sama's son will be three in a few days from now. So we, the Hyuuga, have decided that Uzumaki Himawari is to be sealed."

"Excuse me," says Naruto eloquently. "Sealed?"

"Uzumaki Himawari will be receiving the Caged Bird Cursed Seal on Higasa-sama's third birthday."

It takes all that Naruto has to not let out a scream. "Third birthday," he weakly says. "But ― isn't Hinata still a part of the Hyuuga main family?"

"Hinata-sama is. But both of her children are not."

It feels like reality is punching Naruto in the face as the muscles of his face go slack. "Why? Why do this at all?" he demands.

"For the good of the village. For the stability the Hyuuga have maintained for centuries," an elder proposes. She adds, "This will also benefit your heir, Hokage-sama. Uzumaki Boruto might not possess the Byakugan, but he will have his sealed sister as his loyal aide."

Naruto stands there gawking in the middle of the Hyuuga's training room.

"Uzumaki Himawari will have to be a gift to Higasa-sama first and foremost," one of the Hyuuga elders says imperiously.

An elder interjects with a sneer, "Her first priority can be both Higasa-sama and Boruto-sama."

"Of course," a few elders voice their agreement.

"Of course," Naruto echoes dumbly. It sure feels different when this... thing personally involves him.

[supahstarrr]

people in fandoms are like "im glad people are normal about trans people" but then turns out 70% of the fandom are not normal about POC people

[vincess-princess]

in darkness shall you be reborn

Chapter 8

Word count: 3010

Warnings: none

A\N: spitting this out in the middle of my exam season so i don't feel like a failure for not being able to edit a single 3k chapter for a month and a half

Vince gritted his teeth when the coarse leather of the collar enclosed around his neck, not tight enough to choke but plenty to rub against his skin at every movement of the head, a constant reminder in the back of his mind. Teeth-gritting didn’t help him when Nikki pulled out a rope, though. Vince staggered backwards so fast he hit his back on the counter and hardly even noticed.

“This is not necessary,” he said, his voice two tones higher than usual.

“Of course it is,” Nikki replied, openly delighting in Vince’s distress. “What if you decide to run off?”

“Run off to where?” Vince said bitterly. “I’ve never been to Port Royal. I don’t know anything or anyone here. You, on the other hand, do. Wherever I go, you’ll find me anyway.”

“For once, you’re right.” Nikki hesitated, wounding the rope around his finger. “On the other hand, you’ve been a real pain in the ass today…”

“I’m sorry,” Vince couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth, but he had to step onto his dignity to avoid it being crushed completely. “I didn’t control myself well. It won’t happen again. I promise.”

“You promise?” Nikki narrowed his eyes. “How do I know how much your promise is worth?”

“You don’t.” Nikki’s frown made Vince’s heart skip a beat, but fervent assurances of honesty definitely wouldn’t work on him. Good lying always had to be reasonable. “But I can’t offer you anything else.”

“You can, actually,” Nikki’s lips slowly widened into a dirty smirk. Oh no. “Last time you put up a whole show in my cabin and completely killed the mood. So you owe me, in a way. I will let you go without a leash – but you’ll spend the night in my cabin in turn, and you will do whatever I say, no sobbing and whining and fainting. Do we have a deal?”

“I can’t-“ Vince began, the panic that suffocated him half-dead yesterday stirring in his stomach again. But, if everything went well, he might not even have to go through that anymore. He couldn’t risk losing this opportunity. “I- fine. Fine. We have a deal.”

“You agreed too quickly.” Nikki tilted his head, looking him over skeptically. “But I will take it this time. Don’t forget that you promised me. You go back on your promise – I will rip your filthy lying tongue out without hesitation. You don’t need it to serve your purpose anyway. It’s not like you’re much good in oral.”

Blood flushed away from Vince’s face – Nikki’s menacing stare was pretty convincing. He didn’t doubt the captain would follow through on his threat if needed. But then, if Vince’s escape attempt fails, he’d have to bid farewell to his tongue.

He didn’t want to do it. He liked it quite a lot, actually. He would like it to remain in its place.

“I understand,�� he said, unconsciously pulling at the collar. Nikki nodded, tying the rope around his own waist.

“Just in case,” he explained. “Alright, let’s get moving.”

***

The port was large and bursting at the seams with life. Shout wasn’t the only one to dock today, and a great deal of sailors of all ages and nationalities were running around carrying things and shouting in a dozen different languages, among which Vince could only catch snippets of English and Spanish. Several of them greeted Nikki, and a few even shook his hand. They probably couldn’t care less about Vince, but the sickening itch of strangers’ gazes on his neck grew stronger with every minute, forcing him to pull off his hair tie so the hair would at least partially cover the collar.

From the port gate Vince saw his ship dock next to the Shout, his former comrades and crew driven away from it, chained to one another like cattle. A lump so big his voice would surely break if he spoke formed in his throat. He was never going to see them again, and he didn’t even get to say goodbye.

“What’s the matter?” Nikki called out from the street, noticing that Vince wasn’t following him anymore. He returned to pull at his arm impatiently when he saw what made him stop. “Ah. Well, you should be glad you ain’t there with them.”

Vince looked at Nikki, disheartened. He wanted to rebel, make a scene, find a clever comeback at the very least. But he couldn’t, for the first time in his life; as though all the air was knocked out of his lungs, rendering him speechless and weak in the knees. His former life just ended in front of him, severing the last connection to his family and home. Would he ever find a way back? Or would he slowly wither away a slave in the galley of a pirate ship?

“Enough,” Nikki’s calloused fingers clasped his forearm. “We’ve gotta drop by the slaver to talk over the price. The guy’s a terrible miser, you gotta shake every penny outta him. Unfortunately, he knows how to do business.”

Through great effort, Vince swallowed the lump. His voice was still shaky, but he expected worse. “Why unfortunately?”

“Because if not for that, I’d have long found someone much more benevolent. This way.”

They walked towards a compact brick building; while rather modest, it still stood out among weathered wood shacks surrounding it. It was blistering hot, but its shade brought Vince no comfort, planting an unsettling chill in his bones. An armed guard examining them dourly from afar further reinforced the impression.

“Now,” Nikki stopped him a few feet away, out of the guard’s hearing range. “The man is… let’s say, he knows a pretty boy when he sees one. I’m not his type, but you are.”

“What are you driving at?” Vince’s mouth went dry. If that was why Nikki brought him here – to sleep with a slaver for a better price on the “goods” – then he was having none of it, even if it would cost him his only chance of escape.

“Hey, relax.” Nikki patted Vince’s shoulder, to an exactly opposite effect. “You’re my bitch, he ain’t gonna get you no matter how much he tries – and he will, believe me. But you can… let’s say, facilitate the negotiations. Nothing complicated, just smile at him and do that shy look, the one through your lashes. He might give you a slap on the ass, but nothing beyond that. If you do well, I’ll get you a present.”

“What present?” Vince demanded. He wasn’t exactly elated at the prospect, of course. But his bare feet did not take well to the rocky soil at all, as well as his back to the night chill. Getting himself boots and a jacket, simple items he never truly appreciated before, would not be too bad. Also, “facilitate the negotiations”? Where had Nikki even learned that?

“We’ll get there when we get there, princess. So – yes or no?”

“Do I even have a choice?” Vince pushed Nikki’s hand off his shoulder. It immediately returned, squeezing it even harder. “Just don’t expect anything over-the-top from me.”

Inside the building was just as austere as outside. They were led to a waiting room with only a sofa and two chairs, not even a picture on the wall. The cellar in the Wharton mansion looked more luxurious, not even mentioning all the offices Vince had visited in the past. This wasn’t a regular trader, though. A slaver hardly needed to boast the success of his enterprise through his office furnishings.

Vince lingered in the entrance, overcome by an urge to dash out of the door. Even the air here weighed down on him, suffocating him, crushing him to the ground. Nikki, seemingly oblivious to his struggle, made a beeline for the sofa, plopped onto it and heaved a long, content sigh.

“Damn, I swear, I’m only doing business with that bloke because of this sofa. It’s divine. Come sit with me.” He patted the seat next to him. Their gazes met, and the uncovered taunt in his eyes was the jolt that pushed Vince out of the feverish fog clouding his brain. He could have all the emotional breakdowns he wanted later, in the galley. Not now.

“You’ve got a problem?” Nikki raised an eyebrow. “Should I?..” he looked down at his waistband expressively. It was clear that he itched to carry out his earlier threat; any Vince’s slip-up, no matter how small, would suffice. Vince couldn’t let that happen.

He closed the door softly and lowered himself down onto the sofa after a complicated estimation of how far from Nikki he could sit to inconvenience but not anger him. It was in vain, though: Nikki unceremoniously pulled him closer, his hand landing firmly on Vince’s knee.

“Could you not,” Vince said through gritted teeth.

“Or what?” Nikki squeezed his thigh, grinning. Vince did not react. “Right. Nothing. So sit tight and be quiet.”

Fortunately, Nikki didn’t go farther than that, so when a servant showed up, Vince even felt a pang of fear. With Nikki at least he didn’t have to pretend he liked him, but the majority of men, no matter who they slept with, weren’t that way. Vince had always considered himself a decent actor, but before he never had to feign affection for people he despised.

“Mr. Holmes is waiting for you,” the servant said, his eyes lingering on Nikki for a second and on Vince – for solid ten.

“I bet he does.” Nikki rose from the sofa and gestured for Vince to follow him.

Vince expected to see someone old, fat and balding, but “Mr. Holmes” was not much older than Nikki – a massive, wide-shouldered, blond-haired man who one would expect to meet on a pirate ship rather than in an office wearing a waistcoat and a cravat. The lack of periwig and, upon further examination, a half of his right ear missing and a scar across his cheek, gave out his not quite peaceful past; he might have actually been a pirate before going into commerce. The man’s scar had long healed and whitened, but Vince’s own, which had barely closed by then, still stung with pain at the sight of it.

Seeing Nikki, the man grinned widely and almost sincerely.

“Sixx! Long time no see!” He stood up from his desk and enthusiastically shook Nikki’s hand. Next to him the captain looked abnormally small, which was quite an accomplishment. “You hasn’t dropped by Port Royal for a while. We even began to think you was done for!”

“You probably cheered. I know you bastards!” Nikki patted him on the shoulder. “But you ain’t getting rid of me that easy. I brought ya a bunch of new slaves - all adult, healthy men. I believe you can put them to good use.”

“Yeah, everyone’s talking about you invading a ship twice the size of yours. Lots of loot, I reckon.” Mr. Holmes pointed at a chair near the table for Nikki to take and sat down himself. He didn’t spare a single look in Vince’s direction so far, and Vince was in no hurry to change that. “Now, I’m definitely taking you out for a drink later, but let’s talk business first. Tell me how many men there are, how many of them are healthy and sane, and what’s the price you expect for them…”

As they discussed the details, the strain in Vince’s chest weakened slightly. So far standing silently by the door staring at the floor worked like magic – the slaver hadn’t yet acknowledged his presence in any way whatsoever. Maybe he wasn’t his type, after all. Maybe he wouldn’t have to do anything. Maybe-

“Alright, looks like we covered most of them,” Holmes finally concluded, sooner than Vince expected. “Except this pretty boy you brought with you. Hey, sweetie, come here, let me look at you.”

For the first time Holmes looked directly at Vince. As it turned out, it was possible to want to break a person’s nose and hide in a corner from them at the same time. Both options seemed equally enticing, so Vince did neither until Nikki glared at him and made an angry beckoning gesture. He had to step forward reluctantly, growing increasingly queasy under the slaver’s fixed stare.

“How much do you want for him?” Holmes finally shifted his gaze to Nikki. Vince hastily buttoned up his shirt while he wasn’t looking.

“Oh, for Vinnie?” Nikki grinned. “Sorry, mate, but he’s not for sale.”

“You must be joking.” Holmes frowned. “I can’t pass up on this doll, you know that.”

“Neither can I.” Nikki’s face radiated smugness. This was all fun and games for him, apparently. “But I knew you’ve got the taste to appreciate this. Come here!” He reached out for Vince, grasped him by the arm and dragged him to the table. “Face’s a little damaged, but the rest is perfectly fine.”

“Bragging’s not gonna serve you any good, Sixx, even when there’s a reason for it.” Holmes shook his head slowly. “Good way out of ‘no women on board’ rule, though.”

He stretched his hand out and stroked Vince’s uninjured cheek, and only the pain from Nikki’s fingers digging into the skin of his forearm stopped Vince from slapping it away.

“He looks at me like he’s gonna bite me,” Holmes laughed, pinching him. He wasn’t aware of how close Vince was to doing exactly that.  

“Yeah, he might,” Nikki nodded somewhat… proudly? “We’re working on that, though. Right, Vinnie?”

If gazes could kill, these two would already be nothing more but smoldering heaps of burned flesh. But they couldn’t, and Vince could only find consolation in imagining it.

“Right,” he said through gritted teeth upon receiving a painful prod in the side from Nikki.

“He ain’t too talkative, huh?” Holmes leaned back in his chair and put his arms behind his head. “But that’s not what you got him for, I suppose. For how long’d you have him?”

“A few days, I believe. You should have seen him back then – a wild animal, really. I had him tied up the first time I banged him, and that wasn’t even enough. Tommy had to hold a knife to his throat the whole time. Not to say he didn’t enjoy it, though. Tommy, I mean. Vinnie seemed a tad bit upset about it.”

“If I weren’t restrained, I would have killed both of you,” Vince told him. Nikki just snorted, but Holmes erupted into laughter.

“Does he say these things during sex too? How’d you manage to keep your hard-on?”

“He’s feeling bold today,” Nikki’s smile, a little bit too wide to be natural, sent shivers down Vince’s spine. No present for him today, it seemed. “Vinnie, go stand by the door.”

“Oh no, don’t send him off!” Holmes protested. “He’s delightful. I’m so tired of fake bitches lying to wring more money out of you, so he’s like a sip of fresh water in the middle of a sea. Let him sit with us.”

“As you wish,” Nikki nodded and lightly pushed Vince towards another chair. Vince sat down, rubbing his arm where traces of Nikki’s nails were growing redder. “I ain’t charging for looking.”

“You should,” Holmes said dreamily. “You’d earn much more than whatever you’re doing now. Though this scar does spoil the impression.”

“Not when you’re its creator,” Nikki grinned. “I’d say it makes it even better. Your own mark of sorts.”

“Don’t tell me you disfigured him on purpose. Though, knowing you, sick motherfucker…”

“We fought,” Vince intervened, gripping the chair seat so strongly his knuckles went white.

“Yeah, we did,” Nikki tilted his head condescendingly. “If you can even call that ten-second encounter a fight. But he tried, at least. Which is why he’s here and not with the rest of his crew.”

“So you decided to reward his bravery by making him your sex slave.” Holmes smirked. “Clever. Hey, Vinnie, you ever feel the urge to slit this guy’s throat in his sleep? Because if I were you, I would.”

“Get him out of the room, and I’ll answer honestly,” Vince said. He surely wasn’t getting any presents now, so there was no need to keep up appearances anymore, but there still was no guarantee he’d get an opportunity to escape. What if he went all rogue only to later face Nikki’s wrath?

“He does, and I know that, and he knows that I know that,” Nikki said in an unexpectedly laid-back tone, which was more alarming than comforting. How twisted a person had to be to take something like that in stride? “We still have to get used to each other, y’know?”

“Of course, relationships require work,” Holmes nodded. “Well, I wish you the best of luck – although you’re already one lucky son of a bitch, Sixx. Can’t say the same about Vinnie, though. If you ever think to dump him, doll, my doors are always open for ya.”

“That’s, fortunately, not up to him to decide,” Nikki said, rising from his chair. “Well, I won’t take any more of your precious time, mate. You still serious about drinks?”

“Absolutely. Bring Vinnie with ya, I’d love to buy him a drink.” Holmes also got up, but lingered at his desk. “Now, you amused me big time today, folks. I think Vinnie earned you a little more than we originally agreed. I know you brought him here for that reason only, you sleazy bastard trying to rip off your friends. You don’t deserve it, but he does. Now, just sign here and here…”

After the chill of the slaver’s office the heat outside enveloped Vince like a warm blanket. The thought that there might still be a present on the horizon brought him some relief, but not nearly enough to overshadow the disgust and humiliation at all said and done to him today. The ogling, the dehumanization, the groping stuck to his skin, smeared all over his body like grease, slimy, foul, nauseating.

He really needed a bath.

[becaexists]

Dragon age inquisition hyperfixation so bad I'm making a playlist for my lavellan

[unadulteratedsoulsweets]

A DC X DP IDEA #4 You’re worth is more than a penny.

Imagine dis…

We all read and saw fanfictions about either Jason, Constantine, Bruce, or even Jazz raising Danny when he became younger due to Clockwork’s interference, but what if we reverse the roles?

Alfred Pennyworth was raised by Phantom.

It was early 1900 in England where it is common for children were being sold like cattle for a penny. Among the rows of yelling parents who are willing to sell a few of their children for a few pounds to help themselves or the younger ones at home, one parent was loudly exclaiming that his child is merely worth more than a penny. A nameless child with skin and bones as a body, at the tender age of 6 years old he already knew the horrors of child slavery. Some were never seen again like the ones he saw outside playing tag and others return to their parents in a body bag. He also knew that no one would want a skinny child like him so he waited for the inevitable beating at this man’s house, He refuse to call that man his father nor that dingy four-by-four wall home.

Suddenly a distinguished gentleman walked past him and he was just in awe at what he had sawed. A young man that seemed like in his early 20s has a face of youth yet has an air of maturity around them. Wearing the cleanest pair of white waistcoats and black trousers, shaggy black hair, and striking blue eyes.

It was obvious that he was an errand boy looking around for new workers, his mind supplied.

The man looked at him with raised eyebrows and couldn’t help but think that this person may buy him out of this man’s clutches and put him to work that may or may not end his life.

The older man who saw the interested look of the errand boy tried to advertise him as his worth is merely a penny.

…

Danny was merely taking a break from his kingly duties after months, years, and centuries have passed since his adventures as Danny Phantom. Visiting a newly made dimension in the eyes of the king of Infinite Realms, he made his way through the early 1900s for some sight-seeing, with the insurance from his advisers, court, family members, and consorts (Tucker & Sam) he went and enjoyed the view and contemplating that why does Clockwork give him his farewell in a form of a cryptic message such as a father of a bat needs saving from his unexpected fate,  as well this universe felt like something interesting is bound to happen.

Being the High King of the Infinite Realms the realms itself chose him as their champion and king through countless rights of ascensions throughout the years.

Seeing that child slavery is still a thing at this point in time made him want to turn around and go to another realm less depressing than this time and come back later when they abolished slavery.

Though he caught an eye on this thin scrawny little boy who is nothing but skin and bones that the tiniest gust of wind will push him on the brick pavement, the boy’s parents however saw him taking interest and tried to get rid of the boy seeing that he was nothing but an extra mouth to feed due to his “responsibility” as a parent and tried to sell him for a penny.

Danny weighed the pros and cons in this situation, raising a mortal child may be both rewarding and satisfactory but the fact that he cannot break the ancient rules to make him immortal that was placed by the Realms themselves to uphold the balance between the living and the ancient realm, but he can bend it to an extent, so that if he can extend longevity in his lifespan to at least reach a century or so.

Added to the fact that Clockwork gave a message to protect him.

Bought the boy for a penny and carried the child towards the disguised horse carriage.

Now, how to explain to his family that he acquired a mortal child?

…

The nameless boy widened his eyes in surprise as the “errand” boy actually bought and carried him gently towards a clean carriage that looked like is owned by a king.

After making him sit beside his employer, his employer began asking him questions.

Such as his age, and name. likes, dislikes, and many other confusing questions.

At the mention of not having a name his employer began to frown, looks like he has made his new employer furious and he hasn’t even begun to earn his keep.

After a tense silence, his employer declared that HIS new name would be Alfred Pennyworth, as the word Alfred means counsel as he stated that he can see his future and that he would counsel different men who wish his advice, and Pennyworth, as his father is a fool for selling him for a penny as he is worth more than that.

At the time the nameless no…, At the time Alfred didn’t know what is the warm feeling on his chest that made him long for this man’s approval. He may be naïve or far too trusting for putting his trust in a man he met for a few minutes but at the time his only thought was he had his own name that he owns.

When the carriage stopped his employer carried him out of the carriage, and what greeted him is something he would never forget.

An endless green sky stretches along the horizon, A large black castle that reaches the sky that has growing vines all over its walls, at the front an entire estate dedicated to different and extinct plant life to flourish, and rows and rows of servants lined up and dressed in the fanciest clothing for maids and for all genders bowing ever slightly greeting and welcoming back their master in unison.

He looked behind him and around him for the master of the house but when he couldn’t see one, he turned his attention to the one who bought him as he is quite sacred for upsetting for not greeting the master in his own house.

But as he turn to the man for a plea for help he caught the small smile that his employer gave him and nodded towards the directions of the servants.

That was the time he learned that the man who bought him and gave him a name is his supposed master.

…

The next few days were confusing to the young Alfred Pennyworth, as he expected to be working on the animal shed or any menial tasks yet he was treated like a prince.

Free to learn what he desired, learning skills that he would never think of learning, free to eat anything his heart and stomach desired, free to have a soft bed to sleep on as well as having toys to ensure that he was not bored, given a wide variety of possible hobbies to take his mind off things. Gained and learned philosophies around the realms as well as had great teachers in teaching him essential things in morals, science, and more. Most importantly gained a family that he never thought he would even have.

He learned how to walk silently as a ghost, be swift in terms of movements waster no action, be present like a shadow, and use any weapon at hand, one’s body is a weapon itself. Discipline thy self in any temptation known to man, to integrate oneself to be unknown, eyes and emotions betray your mind be mindful of your facial and body movement as a single doubt will get someone you love to perish, but most importantly learned his new family’s motto.

Family is family.

Simple yet a powerful motto. No matter how cruel the man who brought and gave him a new life and purpose, the man who he saw as father, maybe in making decisions to ensure that the Infinite Realms stay balanced throughout the entire realms. How ruthless are his aunts and uncle to make sure that everything in between stays in the center of the balance as too much of the brings chaos

When Alfred was merely a teen he was given a blessing by his father, to be able to live a long life while maintaining his morality. One day he may die which is true, but it will be a long time before the reaper takes him to his next adventure.

Spending time with each member of the Nightingale family are memories that will be kept deep inside his heart. His mother Sam, taught him the wonders and secrets of flora, his other father Tucker, taught him how technology is used both in hope and destruction, His uncle Dan taught him about being an impenetrable wall in both mind and body, His older aunt Jazz taught him how to read his opponents in combat as well learning the beauty of human brain, His aunt Ellie who taught and showed him the wonders of the world in terms of the scenery, delicacy and culture, His grandfather Clockwork, taught him to be a cryptic as well moving on and forward as bad things are as natural as breathing and to move on is to let the time run its course.

Last but not least his father Danny, the High King of the Infinite Realms the man who he owes his entire being and life. The man whom he respects and wishes to turn out like him, the man who is proud to call his father. Taught him a multitude of things that one would not expect from a king, Be a Gentleman. A firm handshake combined with looking the other person in the eye carries with it respect, dignity, and strength, Honor Your Father and Mother, Respect Women, Be a Man of Integrity, Take Responsibility, and Work Hard, among the advice he gave and taught to him that they put into his life through action and words.

When WW2 came to his dimension he asked his father to be able to go back as it is still integrated into his blood to fight for the country that he was born into. As well as making a name for himself, to prove to the world his worth is more than a penny, to prove that all of their learning is not to be put to waste.

With the approval of his family, he set out to make his name.

S.A.S. Armed Services, fighting in 15 different operations between ages 18 and 20. A skilled medical and front liner soldier who was decorated. He later joined MI5, as well the secret forces of the Queen and later being knighted by her majesty

…

In this present time, we all know the current Alfred Pennyworth, the kickass ninja butler who is a mystery to the Batfam and has a lot of skillsets that are both surprising and expected to the Batfam. The butler who dared to out Batman the Batman. The butler is willing and dared to ground Batman for not taking care of himself. The butler carries a shotgun out of defense and we are pretty sure he is hiding a hidden bazooka somewhere in the manor. The butler who cooked delicious food and the one who raised Bruce Wayne

…

Working for the Wayne is not set to be permanent but the moment his ward Bruce Wayne becomes a hero just like his father and brings in his own version of a makeshift family he cannot help but stay for the sake of his ward that he saw as a son.

His family was there every step of the way.

Looking at the long dinner table that is filled with food with his ward/ son and his children he can't help but look fondly at the scene in front of him.

This is why he would not eat with the rest of the Batfam, the ambitious dinner or just being complete brings him back just when he was just a little boy looking at his father for guidance.

…

The Bat family are known to be good sometimes great detectives as they were taught by the greatest detective in the world, despite their wit and intelligence they still could not figure out their grandfather/ butler.

Having no presence before WW2 is common, as many orphans joined the war to bring acknowledgment to their names and presences. So when a glowing green letter made its way towards the kitchen counter, just as Alfred took a moment to look when he immediately snatched the said letter and ripped it open to see the contents.

Now mind you this was a never occurrence as Alfred Pennyworth is the epitome of calmness and neutrality so when he tore a letter like a kid who was given his first Christmas present all noise seemed to stop to look at the wide-eyed butler.

Alfred kept reading the said letter with wide eyes ignoring the shocked look of the people around him. Immediately telling Bruce that he will be going on an immediate 2-week vacation without even concealing his own joy in his voice and quickly turned around to pack a suitcase worth.

The entire Wayne’s both adopted and not are now invested what could the letter possibly contain that Alfred Pennyworth himself becomes a kid just by reading it?

Tailing the said butler was hard, following his quick steps which indicate impatience from the patient butler as well as a small smile that indicates fondness immediately became their new case.

Stopping at a large mansion surrounded by plant life that has a gothic aesthetic to it. As Alfred entered the gate he was tackled by a small black-haired blue-eyed child immediately followed by three teens and one large buff young adult.

All of them are hugging and exclaiming joy as Alfred reciprocated each hug with enthusiasm for his age.

Who are they and how does Alfred know all of these people?

 …

PS: If someone out there wanting to continue or make a fic about this you are free to do so don’t forget to tag me though.

[chuchuyu]

OKAY BECAUSE SOME OF YALL GOTTA BE FR 😭😭 WDYM YALL SENT DEATH THREATS TO THAT ONE AVENTURINE FIC WRITER BECAUSE THE AUTHOR MADE THE READER BUY AVENTURINE (as a slave) TO LET HIM HAVE A BETTER LIFE YET NOT EVEN BAT AN EYE AT THAT ONE FANFICTION ON THE SAME FUCKING TAG WHERE THE READER ACTUALLY BECOMES A SLAVE FOR AVENTURINE (+ other characters)

Like one romanticizes slavery and the other just actually want to save a slave out of love for the character during the quest (Don't get me wrong tho, I have no place to actually say if their actions are justified or not but sending death threats make y'all hypocrites, because wdym y'all don't give a damn when the fanfiction is about romancing r**e or/and I*cest)

"It ruins his whole character" y'all act like most of the other fanfictions aren't Ooc, it's a FANFICTION it doesn't need to be in character. It's called expressing one's self.

I'm really sorry if I wrote something that didn't make sense or that sounded weird, English is not my first language and I struggled wording all of that.

[oliversrarebooks]

The Rare Bookseller and the Vampire Auction: Masterlist

The story of Oliver, a seller of rare books who is kidnapped and sold at a high-end auction for vampires to purchase thralls.

18+. Contains vampires, mind control, hypnotic inductions, captivity / gilded cage, blood drinking, abuse, violence, torture, Stockholm syndrome, slavery / human auction, psychological whump.

1. Alexander's Warning

2. Oliver's Kidnapping

3. Oliver's Car Ride

4. Oliver's Exam

5. Oliver's Shower

6. Oliver's Cell

7. Oliver's Neighbors

8. Joe's Story

9. Oliver's Anticipation

10. Oliver's Conditioning

11. Emily's Despair

12. Oliver's Grade

13. Oliver's Fears

14. Lily's Hard Work

15. Emily's Last Meal

16. Emily's Defiance

17. Oliver's Long Shot

18. Oliver's Fancy Dress

19. Oliver's Price Tag

20. Alexander's Temptation

21. Jameson's Threat

22. Oliver's Auction

23. Alexander's Purchase

24. Alexander's Troubles

25. Fitz's Magic Show

26. Lily's Favorite Thrall

27. Oliver's Delivery

28. Fitz's Capture

29. Oliver's Welcome

30. Alexander's Rules

31. Fitz's Showtime

32. Oliver's New Life

33. Alexander's Feeding

34. Fitz's Curtain Call

35. Oliver's Walk

36. Alexander's Desire

37. Alexander's Housekeeper

38. Alexander's Sire

39. Fitz's Rose

40. The Maestro's Mark

41. Alexander's Mark

42. Fitz's Cold Comfort

43. Katherine's Advice

44. Alexander's Vain Hope

45. Fitz's Reflection

46. Oliver's Ballet

47. The Maestro's Diversion

48. Fitz's Charms

49. Alexander's Task

AUs and Extra Material

Fitz's Volunteer Part One Part Two

Oliver's Songbird AU Part One Part Two

Alexander's Sweet Dream AU Part One Part Two Part Three

Fitz: Sleepy Fitz || Fitz in the Snow || Fitz's Waking Nightmare

Roger: Fitz's Alarm Clock

Emily: Emily's Crayons

Jameson: Jameson's Insult

Riana (Fanfiction): Riana's Determination

Auction House Worldbuilding

Picrews: Oliver || Alexander & Lily || Fitz || Emily

Hunting Dog

A side story about a vampire hunter captured and turned into an obedient hunting dog.

Lowell's Mistake

Please ask if you'd like to be added to the tag list!

[acewizardinspace]

People complain that the jedi don't act appropriately to being forced to use a slaver army, but they seem to forget that the jedi can't. Not just in universe (although yes, in universe there was nothing the jedi could do about this decision made by the senate) but narratively.

The jedi can't comment on the clone's slavery because the narrative won't let them! As a matter of fact, the narrative won't let anyone mention this! Literally no one calls the clones slaves seriously, even characters who by all accounts should feel that way because the narrative won't let them because they are fictional people created by a team of writers.

The clones aren't slaves in universe because the writers refuse to write them that way. Do I personally feel that this should have been a plot point? Yeah I think it would have been interesting! But they didn't!

Is it fun to explore this in fanfiction? Yeah it totally is! I know I would mention it in any fic I write in the future.

Does it make for good media criticism or analysis? No! This is just straight up not how you professionally analysis media. It is worth bring up in a discussion about the creators and exploring why they didn't bring these things up in the series. That would be good media analysis.

But as "proof" that some characters are bad this fails dramatically. Why? Because then you must apply this logic to every character, meaning not just the jedi are evil but actually every single character in the whole series, yes all of them, are evil. Once you do that you have successfully thrown away any meaning the original work had. It is all pointless now.

People confuse in-universe (watsonian) and out-of-universe (doylist) analysis. 'Why did no one do anything about the clone's situation?' is a shit watsonian analysis. But 'why the fuck did the writers write the clones like this?' is a GREAT doylist question.

Media analysis should add meaning, or explain meaning, or even describe why you feel the work lacks meaning, but it should never take all meaning away.

It is the same reason droids aren't called slaves. It would complicate the narrative and distract from whatever the writers were actually trying to say. The writers don't want to go there, so they don't.

[olderthannetfic]

I think for me, one of the big stumbling blocks I had for a long time with understanding the problem with antis and how they act is that I came from the world of anime fandom, and I have seen all the time how the idea that you're expected to be tolerant and accepting to straight men who are really into lolicon or slavery isekai or whatever in the name of "sex positivity" does in fact lead into a lot of normalization of genuine creepy IRL behavior, and ignoring red flags for those. Because I've never met a man where doing a lot of apologetics for his interest in fictional 10-year-olds as a grown man or why you just need to understand that in this fictional culture sexual slavery is totally normal etc. didn't come along with some grosser attitudes about real women in girls - look at how a ton of the guys in the first group, for instance, are always trying to argue that "Japanese culture" is actually A-OK with relationships between young teens and grown adults and it's just your mean feminist American bias that's getting in your way. (None of that shit's true about Japan, btw.) Like if it were a purely fictional-preference thing, they wouldn't be saying that about real-world relationships as well.

But see, I have literally never seen those kinds of arguments from, say, women who write fanfiction about teen/adult relationships. To me the problem with a lot of anti behavior is not just that it's pro-censorship (which I oppose on principle, I don't think any of the stuff mentioned in the previous section should be censored, for instance, much as the prevalence of lolicon in anime squicks me out) and that it's puritanical and sex-negative, but also that it goes after the wrong people. There IS a huge creeper problem in fandom but it's largely not coming from the predominantly AFAB and queer world of fanfiction and shipping, most of whom are pretty good at separating fantasy from reality. Or their "fucked up" ship might not even be "their" fantasy but just thinking a particular character dynamic is really interesting and it happens to fit into some particular "problematic" broader dynamic. Sometimes it's specifically that it's fucked up that we like, that's what makes it interesting!

But I do get uncomfortable sometimes when people take the fact that censorship is wrong, harassing people for what they ship is wrong, what you like in fiction is not necessarily what you want in real relationships.... and take it to the extreme of "fiction has no impact on reality / there is never ANY connection between what gets you off in fiction vs. real life" (I do think it's rarely an exact 1:1, but for some people there is a connection), or feeling like you're never allowed to just privately judge people for what porn they're into or they talk about or post about when they go horny on main, or decide you don't particularly want to have, say, cis men who are super into loli as a part of your social circle.

Because I've seen cases where men use that, and other people being shamed for taking issue with how they talk about it because it's not "sex positive" or "you're just like an anti" etc., to raise the temperature on what kinds of creepy and red-flag behaviors are allowed. Or like, people start to get suspicious of things these guys are doing to real people, and question themselves because they worry they're just judging them for liking loli.

I mean, is it wrong to think that a guy who is really into underage girls AND talks a lot about how culture needs to "normalize" it AND makes people feel bad for being uncomfortable with that particular interest of his, is throwing up a lot of red flags for how he's likely to view real women and girls and IRL sexuality?

Once again, I've basically never seen cases where a fanfic writer (other than in some cis-man-heavy fandoms like MLP) who is into some "squicky" dynamic feels like they have to constantly talk about it even to people who are uncomfortable, or feels like they're not "accepted" in a space where they can't constantly bring it up. Maybe they exist. But then maybe it's fair to say that behavior is creepy in a way that just peacefully shipping [whatever "problematic" dynamic] and writing and reading fic for it is not.

But I've seen people be like "a lot of you act like 'well that behavior is only problematic when cis het white men do it' well no i think you're still sex-negative if you're against ANYBODY liking it" and like I'm sorry but power dynamics matter, and HOW you talk about this and to WHOM matters and I think it's just kind of ignorant to act like there isn't a huge difference between how a lot of cis men in anime fandom talk about this shit vs. other kinds of people in fanfic fandom, and that the former is very much informed by the fact that cis men and especially cis het men have cultural power that they are throwing around in the way they influence those spaces.

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[feudalconnection]

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Best Action/Adventure

“Undertow” by @violetasteria

“in a barbie world (and Kagome is not happy about it)” by @noprobllama92

“Million Dollar Man” by @inussunflower

Best AU/AR

“Intensive Care” by @elkonigin

“When It Rains” by @dawnrider

“The Art of Falling in Tandem” by @shikonstar / ShikonStar (BitterNovember) on AO3

“Inextricably Knotted (an InuKag + Jane Eyre AU)” by @ssukidesu

Best Canon Universe

“A Mother’s Love” by @heynikkiyousofine

“Coming Home” by @ruddcatha

“Red” by @sagemcmae

“Under the Moon” by Catzchen (AO3)

“The Bond” by @wbficaholic / wonderbug (AO3)

“食べたい” by @shade-without-color / streamsofstoriesandcolour (AO3)

Best Angst

“Pictures of Happiness” by @memilylove

“willow” by @lavendertwilight89

“Erythema Kiss” by @timetravellingpaperbag

“Watching the Stars with You” by @acb6293

“Harvest” by @sereia1313 / Sereia13 (AO3)

Best Dark

“Supersum” by @elkonigin

“Erythema Kiss” by @timetravellingpaperbag

“Web of Obsession” by Bunnygirl2101 (AO3)

“The Legend of Illethai Mobre: The Barrier Between This World and the Next” by @nikkxb / monophobian (AO3)

“Slavery” by Marulover (AO3)

Best Drama

“The Highest Bidder” by @clearwillow / BrigidTheFae (AO3)

“Here With You” by @somekndofnature

“The monster in law” by @arisukingdom

“Someone I Used to Know” by LadyGrainne (AO3)

Best Humor/Parody

“Intensive Care” by @elkonigin

“Go Away Dad!” by @neutronstarchild / NeutrInu (NeutronStarChild) on AO3

“Language of Love” by @mitsiepitsie-blog / Mitsje (AO3)

“A Most Peculiar Family” by @inuyashamybeloved / InuScarlett (AO3)

“Laundry Duty” by @chierafied

“Of Ice and Butt Paste” by @jeremymarsh

Best NSFW

“Coming Home” by @ruddcatha

“Just for a Little While” by @fawn-eyed-girl / Fawn_Eyed_Girl (AO3)

“Thy Thralldom Come” by TheMondayChild (AO3)

“Blow like the wind, suck like a vacuum” by @lynnnexus / Lynn_Nexus (AO3)

“in a barbie world (and Kagome is not happy about it)” by @noprobllama92

“Sprinkles and Spanks” by Catzchen (AO3)

Best One-Shot

“Champagne Problems” by @skyelara and @violetasteria

“The Prom Conundrum” by @inuyashamybeloved / InuScarlett (AO3)

“All I’ve Wanted” by @fuedalpriestess98 / FeudalPriestess98 (AO3)

“Long Awaited Twitterpated” by @mrfeenysmustache / AshMish111 (AO3)

“Under the Moon” by Catzchen (AO3)

“Kuchinashi flowers, for you” by @matsuharuu / matsuharu (AO3)

“Sprinkles and Spanks” by Catzchen (AO3)

Best Character Portrayal

“Reflections on the Jewel” (Midoriko) by @fawn-eyed-girl / Fawn_Eyed_Girl (AO3)

“Like Salt to Sugar” (Sesshoumaru) by Chiaztolite (AO3)

“Born for Each Other” (Inuyasha) by @serial-doubters-club / Hakomorebi (AO3)

Best InuKag Romance

“Punch Drunk Love” by @neutronstarchild / NeutrInu (NeutronStarChild) on AO3

“Take me Home” by @skyguyy

“Dapper Dog” by @dawnrider

“When We Were Free” by @timetravellingpaperbag

Best SessKag Romance

“Second Chance” by Shippooo (AO3)

“Red” by @sagemcmae

“You and Me Equals Three” by Chiaztolite (AO3)

Best Romance

“Interlude” by @mrfeenysmustache / AshMish111 (AO3)

“Steeped in Sweetness” by @sereia1313 / Sereia13 (AO3)

“Mistakes of Lovers Past” by Karolinemeow (AO3)

“Merry Matchmaker!” by @flowingsakura

Best Fluff

“(Im)Moral Support” by @shikonstar / ShikonStar (BitterNovember) on AO3

“Long Awaited Twitterpated” by @mrfeenysmustache / AshMish111 (AO3)

“Born for Each Other” by @serial-doubters-club / Hakomorebi (AO3)

“A tropical Christmas” by @arisukingdom

“Behind Blue Eyes” by @sesshomarusamas-blog / Actuallysango (AO3)

Best Serial

“Many “Lovely” Moments” by @moongoddesslee

Best Ficlet

“How We Met” by @heynikkiyousofine

“Love Language” by @ruddcatha

“Embracing Age - Who Moved My Foot Cream?” by @maggie8317

“Anniversary” by @mynightshining

“Beauty and Femininity” by @mynightshining

Best Plot Twist

“Reflections on the Jewel” by @fawn-eyed-girl / Fawn_Eyed_Girl (AO3)

“Language of Love” by @mitsiepitsie-blog / Mitsje (AO3)

“Lover” by @lavendertwilight89

Best Completed

“The Highest Bidder” by @clearwillow / BrigidTheFae (AO3)

“Punch Drunk Love” by @neutronstarchild / NeutrInu (NeutronStarChild) on AO3

“IZON SHŌ” by @anyara

“Festival of Moons” by EnchantedInk_AG (AO3)

[1eos]

While I completely agree that Ao3 sucks it's a little funny to post like this on Tumblr. Who also has a zionist CEO. Who also allows antiblack/otherwise racist content and actively blazes it. Who suppresses the Palestine tag. Who banned NSFW content because they hosted so much CP the authorities got involved. I'd say the only difference between these two websites is the amount of people who vocally support the bad policies. I promise you someone could upload their slavery raceplay fanfic from Ao3 to Tumblr right now and not a thing would be done about it because it isn't against their TOS.

i can't believe you did this unironically and expect me to take you seriously

here's a question ik you can't answer. what website WOULDN'T it be funny to post? twitter? elon musk is an apartheid child encouraging hate speech. hell he was JUST in Israel. youtube? they've had years of taking down/suppressing videos that mention anything abt lgbt rights. youtube JUST took down a massive archive of israel human rights violations in palestine. racist white supremacist can have massive platforms on there and be PROTECTED if they're big enough. twitter alternatives? any of the ones that brag abt freedom of speech literally are overrun with racists/neo nazis. livejournal? half of us on tumblr were traumatized by fucked up fanfiction on there when we were 16. so, pray tell, what website would be good enough for you? hmmmmm it's almost like zionism is VERY pervasive and every platform is rife with fucked up shit 😳 which is why normal ppl tell you to STOP buying checkmarks and premium. ohhhhh but that's not good enough for you :( so tell me what website should we be posting complaints on? oh but even if there is a perfect website we're still in a fucked up society so i guess it would still be funny to you huh? like do you see how stupid you sound 😭😭😭😭

anyways now if i had 30 checkmarks you'd have a point but i don't so now we're all abt to make fun of you for being a fucking idiot. did you get the embarrassment? did you get the mockery? did you get the little rush of adrenaline when you hit send anon and when you refresh my blog every 20 minutes waiting for a response? is your heart pumping fast? do you feel special? do you feel smart?

[petrichor-idyllic]

Vol and Friends Information | The Maze Runner Fanfic Concept

This is a character and idea I wrote a long time ago and found sitting in my drafts. So, I figured I would finally share her with you guys. Character writing is my thing and I thought I should post something since I've been so inactive.

UNIVERSE WRITING NOTES

As most of you know, the Maze Runner movies and books are actually quite different from each other. Of course, I prefer the books but there are some things I think the movies do better, so I've decided to use aspects from both the books and the movies to use in this potential fanfiction.

From the Movies

Takes a couple of days to recall names.

Layout of the Glade/the Maze is the same.

Characters look like their Movie counterparts for the sake of simplicity.

The Grievers look how they're depicted.

Alby is kinder and less brutal like how he's depicted in the movies.

The Gladers have been there for three years (as of the arrival of Thomas, the story starts a year before the end.)

From the Books

The Beetle Blades exist and are how the Creators observe the Glade.

Thomas and Teresa have their telepathic connection and psychic style dreams/flashbacks exist.

Minho is more sarcastic like how he is depicted in the book.

Grievers don't only come out at night. Whilst not as common, Grievers are active during the day. The Runners have encountered them many times.

The Changing isn't rare to go through and the Gladers already have the serum provided by the Creators.

The Box comes up once a week with supplies and once a month with a new Greenie.

I thought it would be smart to clarify and show the best aspects of both media.

GENERAL CHARACTER INFORMATION

Protagonist Name: Vol

Named after: Voltaire; François-Marie Arouet, also known as M. de Voltaire was a French Enlightment writer, historian and philosopher in the 1700s. He was famous for his wit, and his criticism of Christianity (especially of the Roman Catholic Church) and of slavery. Voltaire was an advocate of freedom of speech, freedom of religion, and separation of church and state.

Subject: A0 "The Trespasser"

Sex: Female

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: Unlabeled

Age: 17-19, exact age is unknown

Job: Builder, then later a Med-jack

Appearance:

Face claim: Iva Varvarchuk

About 5'4" with a slim but lean build, she has white skin with freckles and some scarring. She has brown almond eyes and dark eyebrows. She has short, slightly messy brown hair that is often tied half up half down or pulled back in a tight messy french braid. She wears whatever clothes she can get her hands on, but is normally seen wearing the worn leather jacket and off-white hoodie combo that she came up in the box in. She also can be found wearing the grey tank top and baggy cargo pants she arrived in.

Personality: Vol is fiery and critical with a slight violent streak and a drive to do what's right. She believes strongly in equality and that she is just as capable as her male counterparts. She has no problem putting the boys in their places if they stare for too long or make an inappropriate comment. She often gets in arguments for her beliefs and ideas and isn't above going against the Keepers and Alby to get her point across. She's often described as "too smart for her own good"; her intelligence and quick nature often being a tense point in the Glade. Her intelligence is also exaggerated by her suspiciously good biology knowledge. She's very easily frustrated, especially when people don't listen to her. Despite being very critical and harsh, she can't always take what she dishes out; Vol struggles to take valid criticism and is quick to become defensive as she takes most things to heart. Due to her politically charged nature, she's often routing for the underdog and has a soft spot for Greenies and struggling Gladders- she's almost always willing to risk her mental and physical health for anyone that needs it. She's also beyond willing to jump to anyone's defence should she believe they need it. Because of this, she becomes somewhat of a big sister figure in the Glade- caring but sarcastic and occasionally violent. When she's around the few people she actually looks up to/admires, she becomes more relaxed. She's genuinely witty and often makes jokes that go over people's heads, but she's not nearly as reckless and cutthroat. She tries to lighten the mood after rough days and try and lift spirits, especially after the dreary repetition the Runners go through. She even makes flirty comments and jokes just to watch the boys squirm. Though, the pressure can get too much, especially after certain events skyrocket her into more popularity and conflict than she'd already managed.

OTHER ORIGINAL CHARACTERS

LEO

Name: Leo

Named after: Leonardo Da Vinci - Leonardo di ser Piero da Vinci (15 April 1452 – 2 May 1519) was an Italian polymath of the High Renaissance who was active as a painter, draughtsman, engineer, scientist, theorist, sculptor, and architect.

Subject: A17 "The Deliquent"

Sex: Male

Pronouns: He/him

Age: 16 - 18

Sexuality: Bisexual

Relationship to Vol: Friend

Job: Slicer

Appearance:

Face Claim: Benjamin Wadsworth

About 5'11" and with a pretty strong build. He has tanned skin and several scars and can often be found stained with blood.

Personality: He's extroverted and boisterous, often causing problems and liking being the centre of attention. He's weak-willed and doesn't seem to care about leaving as much as the other boys. He doesn't get along with Minho and most of the Runners for this reason. He's a thorn in Alby's side and has a record for breaking most of the rules- the Slammer is basically his home. He can be incredibly overprotective and forward with his feelings and opinions. He loves to argue and get a rise out of people. He is a definition problem child.

OTTO

Name: Otto

Named after: Otto Hahn - a German Scientist known as the "Father of nuclear chemistry."

Subject: A23 "The Shield"

Sex: Male

Pronouns: He/they (the latter going unused in the Glade)

Age: 16 - 18

Sexuality: Homosexual

Relationship to Vol: Best friend/found brother

Job: Track-hoe

Appearance:

Face Claim: Unknown model

About 6'1" and very skinny. He has slightly crooked teeth and a slit in his eyebrow.

Personality: Otto is more timid and introverted than his counterparts. He lives is Vol and Leo's shadow, opting to just be known as the boy that came up with the girl than making a name for himself. He's kind of a pushover and can be talked into pretty much anything. He kind of a hopeless romantic but he's fueled by logic, providing a much needed level-headedness to his friends, especially when Vol is worked up and willing to go along with Leo's schemes.

DALTON

Name: Dalton

Named after: John Dalton - An English chemist best know for introducing the atomic theory into chemistry.

Subject: A19 "The Statue"

Sex: Male

Pronouns: He/him

Sexuality: Asexual/Aromantic

Relationship to Vol: Friend/Body Guard

Job: Bulider

Appearance:

Face claim: Mukasa Kakonge

About 6'4" and well-built. He towers over most of the other Gladers. Has a lot of scars on his hands from his job.

Personality: Dalton is the quietest one of the group. He prefers to stick to himself and the only reason he's social at all is because Leo was the Greenie before him, and had to show him around - now they're friends. Though, unlike Otto, he isn't timid. He has a very intimidating presence and simply doesn't care for the Gladers' conversations or opinions. He is very protective of the people he does care about, though, and isn't scared to intervene when the others get themselves in trouble.

RELATIONSHIPS TO VOL

Friends

Otto: After waking up in the Box, Otto was lost and dazed but had enough common sense to try and wake up the teenage girl who was also passed out. After that, Vol took to protecting her timid friend and is often the more offensive of the pair despite her being the odd one out. Otto is the only person she truly trusts because they're the only person that she's knows for sure is in the same situation as her.

Leo: Vol meets Leo during her trial as a Slicer. He offers her advice and helps out, giving her tricks and ways to make the job easier. He's also the person that convinced Vol to ask Newt about becoming a Med-jack due to her anatomy knowledge. He's more laid-back than most of the Gladers around her so she gains some respect for him and they quickly become friends. Though, Leo quickly shows himself as a bad influence, causing problems in Vol's other relationships. But, due to Leo's unfaltering loyalty, she sticks by him.

Dalton: He kind of came as a deal package with Leo. Vol wasn't sure what to think of him at first, but Dalton proved to be a big softy that would crush anyone that got too close to her, and the pair became close fairly quickly.

Newt: Like most of the Gladers, his relationship with Vol is few and far between as she's got her own little group and she chooses to spend time with them. That being said, Newt is probably one of her more favoured people in the Glade. He's one of the most respectful Gladers and he helps where he's needed, even if he can be sarcastic and nihilistic.

Alby: Alby is more of a leader than a friend to Vol, probably because he is. Though, he does have a soft spot for the girl and sees the same admirable traits in her that he saw in Minho when he first assigned him as the Keeper of the Runners. He tends to keep an eye on her so that he can make sure none of the boys are causing her problems.

Frypan: Due to his small crush on the girl, Frypan is very kind and understanding towards Vol, often letting her vent and giving her extra food under the table. Because of his kindness, Vol occasionally helps out in the kitchen, even delivering and making food for the Runners before they go out into the Maze for the day.

Chuck: She becomes somewhat a mother figure to Chuck, her need to protect and look after him coming to the forefront of their relationship. She's definitely one of Chuck's favourite people in the Glade.

Jeff and Clint: Her coworkers who try and keep her out of trouble. She likes them both equally and appreciates their help and the lack of questioning of her abilities.

Love Interest: Minho

Kinda Enemies to Lovers.

They got off to a bad start when Vol tried to escape the Glade on her first day and Minho had to stop her.

She punched him in the jaw and had a meltdown.

She tried to apologise once she'd calmed down (and Ably made her) but Minho was just sarcastic and bitter. Due to her stubborn nature, she insulted him and stormed off.

Leo's negative opinion of the Runners only adds to this.

Tension lies in physical attraction and occasional staring at first.

Minho comes to admire her morals.

She comes to admire his work ethic.

The pair argue for fun, but no one else seems to notice the spark behind their sarcastic exchanges.

Alby thinks they don't like each other because they're too similar.

Which is exactly why Newt thinks they do like each other.

Other

Gally: The pair got off to a rough start on her trail as a Builder, and then later arguments during her time as a Builder, so there is some tension between them. She eventually comes to admire Gally and his passionate and caring ways, even if he doesn't show it in the best way. She finally starts to respect him as a Keeper, even if their frenemy status still remains.

Thomas: A late arrival to the Glade, she tried to be kind to Thomas when he appears but since he moves at a million miles an hour and is more reckless than she is, she's normally too busy to spend time listening to his antics.

Teresa: Initially, she was beyond pleased to have another girl in the Glade, but overall they don't spend much time together apart from Vol attempting to befriend the girl, who's all too interested in thinking up ideas with Thomas.

Ben: Since he's a Runner and spends a lot of time with Minho, the pair have had a fair few conversations and he witnesses a lot of arguments. He actually likes siding with her because he enjoys annoying Minho. But she wouldn't exactly consider him a friend.

Winston: He's a Glader she sees around and doesn't really talk to. He seems nice enough and she has nothing against him.

Zart: The same applies to Zart as it does Winston.

[guiltypleasureswriting]

Day 28: Written Apr 15, 2024

CW: canonical treatment of house elves (sorta)

Kreacher tried to fight Regulus on who should give their blood to the warding. Regulus didn’t let him. It was his decision and he already felt terrible bringing Kreacher back to a place he almost died. When they were facing the lake with the little island of crystal that Kreacher had described to him, Regulus turned to him. 

“When we get the locket, take it straight back to Grimmauld Place. No matter the state I am in. Destroy it, Kreacher. That’s an order. 

Kreacher stood so stiffly the Regulus thought his spine might snap. He clearly wanted to sat something; to defy him. But he gave a short nod and stayed quiet.

“Thank you, Kreacher.” Whispered Regulus.

They took a dingy across the still water, sending unnatural ripples into the darkness. When the boat knocked into the island, Regulus stepped out followed closely by Kreacher. Their steps crushed and crunched crystals under their feet.

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Rambles and thoughts while writing under the cut:

So sometimes I have a lot of random thoughts while I'm writing these scenes but I don't want to make the posts super long so I'm gonna put them here.

It really bothers me how house elves are written in canon and even most fanfiction. I've read very few fics where the enslavement of house elves is seen as bad by characters. So in this story, I'm going to be changing some things about house elves, especially that they like being enslaved cuz that's just fucked up. No, Kreacher is not free. Yes, he has prejudiced ideas about blood purity seeing as he has been conditioned to from birth. Regulus treats him relatively well since I do not want to write a protagonist being happy to have a slave. (But no matter how well he treats house elves, he's still a slave owner) However, I don't think at this point Regulus would fully have a grasp on the ethics of house elf slavery and he probably doesn't have the power to free Kreacher anyway. In the future, he will regret some of his actions toward Kreacher and his opinions about house elves. Eventually, he would totally join SPEW.

All of this isn't a big part of the story but I will never write a fic that either supports or ignores slavery no matter how fictional it is.

(Usually my rambles won't be as heavy)

@zn0v1a

[antianakin]

I feel like people don't understand what being anti Jedi even MEANS. Saying "they had noble intentions" does not actually do anything to cancel out the following "they were abusive towards a child and also didn't care about slavery and also caused their own genocide and also were unhealthy and repressive in general." If you can't stop at "they had noble intentions" then you're anti Jedi. If you have to put in a but and what follows it isn't "they were manipulated into a lose/lose situation where there were no perfect answers and they did the best they could but got outplayed by someone who spent centuries planning how to destroy them and got betrayed by someone whose destiny was literally to decide the fate of the galaxy" then you're anti Jedi.

Your "they had noble intentions" means nothing when you so clearly don't actually mean it. You don't actually believe they have noble intentions at all, what you believe is that the Jedi deserved what they got because they were terrible people. Or that the Jedi were a cult and your special faves are just too indoctrinated to realize it.

Don't try to come on my blog claiming you're not anti Jedi when all you have to say about them is negative bullshit that you can only support by literally ignoring the author/creator's whole motivation, intention, and story. You're crafting your OWN story, with the Jedi as the villains. Fine. Fiction can be transformative. So go write your own anti Jedi fanfiction and leave my pro Jedi blog the fuck alone.

[creationsabyss]

My thoughts on the Aventurine drama

I've been inactive for a while, I was (still am) busy in real life but coming back online to post and seeing discourse about a newly crowned favorite character is disheartening. Even more so, that people are harassing other writers over a drama I feel is overblown.

I have thoughts regarding it but I'm unsure if my opinion would be appreciated. But if you'd like to peacefully talk it out with me, I'd be happy to lend an ear. I'd like to hear both sides, as meager as my opinion may be.

Oh boy, here we go.

Aventurine is a character, a fictional being born to entertain the players. He is not real. He can not be offended by what you create of him. There is no point getting upset on the behalf of a character and prioritizing fiction over a person who does actually exist.

If we do want to condemn slavery fics, why not also cancel slave reader fics? Or ones that include things such as dead dove (including yanderes in general) fics because those topics are equally terrible to condone and write about from that point of view. Or how about other characters that have similar topics in their lore. Should those also be canceled too?

*There are also folks who make problematic pieces to help cope with their own trauma. Does that mean they should be canceled too? (On that note: making a piece that holds problematic content does not always mean the person condones it in real life. Fiction is fiction for a reason.)

In the end, I think everyone can have their own opinions, but I would like to say that your opinions do not justify terrible actions. Just because you disagree with something does not justify you bullying someone into deleting one of their works, whether it is art or writing or anything else, I do not think that is justifiable. Harassing someone or calling people to harass them is not right either.

*If you did disagree with it, why not message the author about it instead of making accusatory posts? Even when done with good intentions, all it does is cause harm when it's practically inviting people to go harass someone over a fanfiction. A very mild fanfiction at that.

If you disagree with a piece, cool. That's your opinion. Just don't interact with it then. Block that creator or that tag or whatever it is that led you there. Or if you're curious, ask that creator.

Also, to reiterate, in my opinion, fiction is still just fiction. Especially when it's a fanfiction about a fictional character. Yes, his canon lore exists, but people can use that basis in fanfiction, something that will inherently warp canon because we are not the original writers and can not capture him in the exact way he was created. In case that doesn't make sense: Fanfiction does not have to comply with the original lore. Also since some of you seem to be forgetting: fiction does not mirror real life.

If you are truly that concerned over sensitive topics like that, directing that energy towards projects that involve such topics in real life would be much better than attacking people on the internet.

[stranger-fanfiction-n-things]

CHAPTER 4: THE BODY

This is an Original Character fanfiction. All Stranger Things characters and content are owned by Netflix and The Duffer Brothers.

a/n: Enjoy!

Warnings: Officer Callahan tbh.

Word Count: 2056

Masterlist

PART I || PART II

Thursday, November 10, 1983 - HAWKINS HIGH 

“Now, the three main reasons for The Civil War were one, disagreements over slavery, two, state vs. federal rights…” 

I stare outside the window watching the trees ripple in the wind, drowning out the history lesson. It’s been hard to concentrate and I can’t think about how heavy yesterday was. From finding Barb’s car, the thing with no face in Steve’s backyard, running to Lucas in the front yard after finding out about Will. The events following after Mom and Erica found Lucas and I on the front lawn feels like a fever dream. I remember being led to the front door, Erica calling out to Dad, Dad questioning Mom about what happened. I don’t know how or who took a shower first, but I know Mom was talking to me but I couldn’t hear anything. 

The shock of something happening to Barb and the police finding Will in the Quarry didn’t sink in until I lay in bed. I couldn’t stop crying. I woke up this morning squished between Lucas and Erica. Lucas lying almost horizontal and practically hanging off my bed while Erica snuggles into my back like a baby koala basking in my body heat. It’s been a few years since Erica and Lucas slept in my bed and I’m sure Mom has taken multiple photos of us all sleeping together. She loves taking photos and videos of us. 

The news of Will spread across the entire town like wildfire. Whispers of fear, concern and condolences echo in the hallways. I don’t see Jonathan which makes sense considering. I saw Nancy this morning in first period. Neither of us talk, both too wrapped up in our own thoughts to say anything. Mom dropped me and Erica at school this morning. Lucas stayed home. He hasn’t said much since last night and the family has given him space to grieve. For all of us to grieve. We knew Will too. 

“Diana Sinclair?” 

I blink out of my stupor, perking up in my seat. Principal Higgins stands at the door looking at me. 

“Y-yes?” 

“If you’ll come with me, please.” 

Everyone’s eyes are on me and I quickly stand up avoiding their stare as I pack up my books. Principal Higgins escorts me down the hall and I wonder what’s happening. I am led to his office. Janice, the secretary is scribbling on yellow legal pad, her plum-coloured outfit matching her eggplant-coloured nails. She smiles at me, magnified eyeballs warm and kind. 

“Hello, dear,” she greets. 

“Hi, Janice.” 

Principal Higgins nods his head respectfully in greeting and guides me to his office where two officers stand. My eyes widen in alarm and I linger outside the office not wanting to go inside. The two officers look at me through the window and I feel my knees tremble. I don’t know what to expect. I mean who does when it comes to being escorted out of class to speak to police officers. I immediately fear the worse. Barb. Principal Higgins opens his office door. 

“Officer Powell, Callahan. This is Diana Sinclair.” Officer Powell and Callahan peer out the door. Principal Higgins looks behind him and notices I’m not behind and smiles patiently. “It’s okay, Miss Sinclair, you’re not in trouble. Officer Powell and Officer Callahan just want to ask you a few questions.” My heart races. That doesn’t make me feel any better.

I wave half-heartedly with a closed lip smile. “H-Hello.” 

“Good Morning.” 

“Hi.” 

They answer at the same time. 

I don’t move from my spot in the middle of the office and the officers don’t move from where they stand. The whole encounter is awkward and I really want to run back to class and forget this ever happened. I shift side to side on my feet, playing with a loose thread on my skirt wondering what we’re waiting for. If they wanted to ask me questions, wouldn’t Principal Higgins have ushered me into his office to talk? Everyone was just standing here like they were waiting for something or someone. My ears immediately perk up when I hear soft clacking of heels walk into the office and I turn my head to see who it could be. My eyes widen and my jaw drops. Mom stands by the entrance wearing a sleek black trench coat with small kitten heels. Her hair is styled in a nice bob and looks freshly done, meaning she just got back from the salon. Principal Higgins walks past me to greet her, shaking her hand firmly and mom smiles her classic southern belle smile at him. 

My heart is beating so loud, I can hear it in my ears. I clutch my pendant tightly in my hands fearing I may pass out from overstimulation. Principal Higgins nods to the officers and they walk out his office excusing themselves past me. I blink realizing I’m still standing in the middle of the room like a deer stuck in headlights. The men walk out the door while Mom lingers waiting for me. She extends her arm and on instinct I walk towards her in a trance. Mom wraps her arm around my shoulder and without a word, we walk out the office.  

Principal Higgins brought us to the cafeteria. It was empty, but I know the lunch ladies were in the kitchen preparing the food for lunch. He leaves us to parade the hallways and Mom and I are sitting across Officer Powell and Callahan. They introduce themselves to Mom and tell us both, that they are here to talk to me about Barb. It turns out Mr. and Mrs. Holland went to the station this morning to file a missing person report and told them mine and Nancy’s name as the last people who saw her. I guess they are going to talk to Nancy next which meant, Mrs. Wheeler was going to come to the school too. I wish I could’ve warned Nancy about what was happening, but I can’t. I tell the officers what happened Tuesday night. 

“So, after this argument—” Officer Powell continued. 

“It wasn’t an argument,” I correct, shaking my head. “It was a…disagreement.” I’ve been talking to Officer Powell and Officer Callahan for the past fifteen minutes answering their questions. Mom sits quietly beside me, listening intently to the conversation. 

“Okay.” Officer Powell said. “After the disagreement, what happened?” 

“I walked home.” 

“You walked all the way home in the middle of the night.” It wasn’t a question. Officer Powell and Officer Callahan both looked skeptical about the thought. It takes almost two hours or more to walk uptown.

“Well, no. I-I got a ride.” 

I can feel Mom looking at me now. At the Wheelers with Barb’s parents, I didn’t get the chance to answer Mrs. Wheeler’s question before Mike stormed inside the house. To be honest, I was hoping I would never have to. Part of me wants to keep Eddie a secret. Not because I was embarrassed of him, the complete opposite. He seemingly was the only good in my life right now and I don’t want it all to be too good to be true. Officer Powell and Officer Callahan glanced at each other, my answer perking newfound interest in my story. 

“From who?” 

“His name is Eddie.” 

“Eddie what?” Officer Powell asks, writing in his notepad. 

“I’m not sure,” I respond, frowning. It never occurred to ask him his full name. The specifics didn’t matter. “He goes to this school and he was on his way home…” I don’t want to say Eddie was on his way from work because he is technically working illegally at a bar downtown and I don’t want to get him in trouble. “He saw me walking past Benny’s Burgers and offered to drive me home.” 

“She must be talking about Munson.” Officer Callahan said to Officer Powell. “Wayne’s nephew.” 

Officer Powell made a face. “Al’s kid?” He shakes his head. 

My eyes dart back and forth between the officers. I may have been born and raised in Hawkins but it didn’t mean I knew everyone in town. Mom and Dad moved to Hawkins from Virginia and we were one of the few families in our neighbourhood who didn’t have grandparents who grew up knowing each other. We didn’t come from generations and generations of Hawkins natives. We are the first in our family to uproot here. 

“You seem like a nice girl, Diana.” Officer Callahan says. “I would keep my distance from Eddie Munson.” 

I frown. “Why?” 

“With a father like Al Munson, take my word for it. He’s trouble.”  

My frown deepens and I clench my hands into tight fists. I don’t like how they’re talking about Eddie especially when the information provided doesn’t have anything to do with what matters. Barb’s disappearance. 

“I don’t think this is an appropriate conversation to be having with my daughter when her best friend is missing.” Mom reminded, her tone hard. 

“Eddie has been nothing but kind to me.” I counter, nostrils flaring. “He drove me all the way across town to make sure I got home safe. That’s more than anybody here has ever done for me.” 

“Do you have any more questions for my daughter about her whereabouts?” 

Officer Callahan sits back in his chair while Officer Powell cleared his throat. 

“What happened yesterday?” he asked. 

“Nancy and I went back to Steve’s house to look for Barb and on the way, we saw her car parked in the exact same spot we left it the night before.” 

“When you went back, what did you see?” 

“I don’t know how to explain it, but it was huge, like some sort of animal or something, but,” I pause, licking my bottom lip. “It didn’t have a face.” 

Judgement shoots across Officer Powell’s face. “An animal with no face.” 

“I know it sounds ridiculous but that’s what I saw.” I swallow down the lump forming in my throat and touch my gold pendant on my chest. “I think it took Barb.” 

“We checked the house and there were no signs of any animals.” 

“Did you check the woods?” 

“Check the woods for an animal?” Officer Callahan deadpans. I don’t respond, fixing my chin up. It wasn’t the brightest question to ask, but it was still valid in my opinion. 

“There was no car either.” Officer Powell adds. 

I sit up straight, eyes darting to his. “What? Where did it go?” 

“That’s what we’d like to know, Diana.” He responds, patiently. 

“Nancy and I saw Barb’s car yesterday. I swear to you.” 

“Here’s what we think. We figure that Barb came back last night and then took off somewhere. Has she ever talked to you about running away?” 

I shake my head. “No. Barb wouldn’t do that.” 

“Maybe she was upset, like you, about the fact that Nancy was spending time with Steve.” Officer Callahan surmises. 

I squint at him and his ridiculous deduction. Barb wasn’t like that. I wasn’t like that. Barb and I may have had our worries about Nancy’s relationship with Steve but it wasn’t because of her. It was because of him. 

“I wasn’t upset about that.” I protest. 

“Jealous, perhaps?” 

The subtle tilt of his head conveyed an air of disdainful curiousity as if he were assessing me from a lofty perch. The laugh that comes out my lips is uncharacteristic. The tinge of bitterness and condescension charges the air. I can feel my mom’s disapproving stare. My manners were unbecoming, I know. But for Officer Callahan to insinuate I am jealous of my best friend for spending time with a boy she likes is comical and proves he clearly wasn’t listening to anything I was saying. There was no motive for Barb to randomly disappear. There was nothing. The only thing that I know is that she is missing and something bad happened to her. 

“No one was jealous of Nancy,” I shoot back, trying to be mindful of my tone. “Not me. Not Barb. No one. I don’t care about Steve. I care about Barb and she’s missing.” 

The officers both watch me slightly taken aback by my firmness. Mom shifts in her seat waiting. Officer Powell closes his notepad, clicking his pen. 

“That’s all the questions we have for you Diana.”