#grayes fic

[smallpapers]

The Owl House + Lumity + Hunger Games AU??? Idk LMAO I’m still on a THG kick after rereading/watching the whole trilogy!!

Some thoughts on the AU under the cut

Okay so this is a stupid idea but I’m just having fun with it. Obviously it won’t follow the hunger games directly because the situation and characters are different, but some stuff kinda connects!!

Katniss and Peeta= Luz and Amity

Prim & Ms Everdeen & buttercup = Vee and Camilla and King

The Mellarks = Odalia (fitting!), Alador, and Ed + Em (fits since both Peet and Ami have two older siblings). I don’t think they’d run a bakery though, but something abomination related that fits here.

Haymitch = Eda

Madge = Gus??

Gale = I’m afraid there’s no Gale equivalent here because it doesn’t make sense in this AU, and I’m not a fan of love triangles anyway.

Effie = Hooty. This is funny to me. the peak of my fanart career

Cinna and Portia = Darius and Eberwolf

Senecca Crane = Kiki

Snow = Belos obviously

Ceasar = Adrian

Plutarch = Raine

Finnick = Hunter

Annie or Johanna ish situation = Willow??

Coin = ummm either Lilith or Collector hm

Anyways I kept the human and witch ears because I thought that could be an interesting tie with the Merchants vs Seam. And Amity’s hair is fully green in the interview scene because she got her grown roots dyed during the makeover! In this scenario I imagine Odalia would make her children dye funky hair colours in hopes of getting into the ‘capitol’ equivalent, which I guess is the Emperors Coven.

Also instead of girl on fire, Luz would have some ‘light’ related title.

[graye]

DAY 2: Romance

Consistency??? Sorry I've never met her, she sounds nice @owl-bones

[bloodpen-to-paper]

The island tells a different story when you're reading it through the eyes of the Federation workers

You watch through Etoiles and witness his fights with the workers as an epic battle. You cheer for him to beat their heads in as the music spurs him on to victory. You cheer for Pac and Mike to slaughter that asshole guard who hurt Walter Bob, and make their daring escape from the prison they were thrown into. You cheer for the people forced into this island to fight back against those who wronged them, to make them pay for everything they've done.

And in a way, as Cellbit said, every worker contributes to the suffering of the islanders by being there. Doesn't matter if they're only here cause they needed a job and heard the Federation was offering health insurance. Doesn't matter if they had no idea what they were in for. If they are lonely and send letters to their families not knowing how long they'll be away. Or if those letters end up being the last thing they get to say to their loved ones. Doesn't matter that they're dropping like flies and there doesn't seem to be an end in sight.

Ron cowers in the corner as soul vultures eat away at his flesh and being as if he's already dead. Etoiles kills a guard who was planning on asking their cute coworker out on a date (think they would've liked Starbobby's? Who knows. Who cares. They're dead now.) The shadow virus clings to the worker that just wanted to get the damn coffee machine fixed. They were hoping to impress the boss with it, maybe even have a celebratory drink with the others at the office. Will they be able to make that? The shadow virus is spreading so quickly, its covering most of their legs by now... oh, the ones they wanted to have that drink with are dead now too. Cellbit killed them. The virus killed them. Something killed them.

Are we to cheer for that as well?

[thousand-winters]

"His frown gets deeper and he stops walking abruptly, looking around him with a critical eye, to the same houses he passes every day and the same ratty sign of a bookstore that hasn’t opened ever since the Day of Unity; this makes absolutely no sense, he’s been walking for long enough to be well on his way down the middle of the road to his house and then some, he’s sure. Was he really that lost in his thoughts?

He takes a hasty turn on the corner of the next street, as he always does, ready to welcome the sight of the vines that decorate the outside wall of one of the houses and that he uses as one of the small marks that he’s going the right way and he stops on his tracks.

A closed bookstore. A sign that has seen better days. He has to move. Now."

 Dadrius week, day 3: Coven Heads

Hosted by @sergeantsporks

[howhow326]

Matt: So, what do you find hot ;)

Gus: Well ever since Adrian traumatized me while I was twelve, I kinda have a thing for tails lol! Why do you ask?

Matt, speed-dialing Gus' therapist while crying: ...no reason.

Inspired by a gustholomule fic by @emsprovisions that I will link in the notes of this post so Tumblr dosen't hide this post.

[ineffable-gallimaufry]

the golden ghosts chapter five is up!! enjoy!

After Hunter loses a new friend, he ends up running away to a new one. Darius tells a story. Caleb gets Hunter into some trouble.

[your-local-ruebit-hole-detective]

I have a feeling that if Adrian were to ever somehow gain access to human media, he would start quoting Mean Girls and Heathers obsessively. But like, exclusively The Heathers and Regina George’s gang. He constantly listens to the songs on loop. At one point he puts on a whole production of Mean Girls, casting himself as Regina George.

[rae-arts777]

Domestic Darius X Adrian with Hunter as their kid :)

Adrian knew what he was signing up for when he moved in with his fiancé Darius.

He knew he would have to work on at least trying to get along with Hunter.

What he didn’t expect was that he wouldn’t be able to share a bed properly with his fiancé.

Whenever adrian would get up in the middle of the night, he would come back to find his spot taken by Hunter.

Sometimes when Adrian came back late from the theater, Hunter would be sprawl out on Adrian’s side.

The illusionist knew it was pointless to ask Darius to tell the boy to stay in his own bed. He knew the kid had night terrors, and Darius was his comfort. So, Adrian would either make Darius move over and sleep on the other side of his fiancé, or admit defeat and sleep in Hunter’s bed instead.

Over the months, it got a little better. Sometimes Adrian would wake up with no Hunter in the bed, but would trip over the boy, cause he slept on the floor by their bed. Adrian would just sigh good morning and get up to start his day.

One night, Darius was already asleep, as Adrian stayed up reading. He played with his fiancé’s hair as he read, losing track of time.

He heard the sound of footsteps walking down the hallway. Looking up, the bedroom door slowly opened, he could make out Hunter’s eyes peeking into their room.

“Come in, I see you.” Adrian said

Hunter slowly came in, holding a blanket and a pillow. He went to Darius’ side of the bed and set up his make shift bed for the night.

Adrian watched the boy, and noticed the bags under his eyes. He could see fear filled in Hunter’s eyes. Adrian just sighed thinking about everything Belos did to the boy, and how in a way, he himself played a role in abusing the poor boy.

“Come on.” Adrian beckoned

Hunter gave him a puzzled look.

Adrian moved over and patted the spot between him and Darius “it’s really not good for you to the sleep on the floor. Just get in already.”

Hunter slowly got into the bed, careful to not wake up Darius. Once he got settled he snuggled up to Darius’ side. Darius woke up a bit, just to lay his hand on Hunter’s head, and fall back asleep.

Adrian went back to his book, but could feel Hunter’s eyes staring at him.

“Go to sleep.” He told him.

“What are you reading.?”

“Just a play from the human realm. Getting some inspiration.”

“Oh…that’s cool…..can you read to me.?”

Adrian could have said no, but he didn’t. Instead he went to the beginning of the playbook, and started to read to Hunter.

Soon enough, Hunter had moved his head to Adrian’s lap, listening to him read, looking at some of the small illustrations in the playbook.

It wasn’t long until the two called it a night and fell asleep.

Darius woke up the next morning and was a bit shocked at the sight in front of him.

Hunter was between them, curled up, while Adrian’s arm extended over Hunter’s body, his hand resting on Darius’s arm.

Darius just smiled and slowly got up, letting the two sleep in.

Seems like his fiancé and kid will be able to get along after all.

[ticklishbeans4]

hi! how are you?, have you ever been interested in writing about Adrian Graye (the leader of the coven of illusions) with the idea that he is good and became Gus's teacher or something like that

🐰

Well since you two asked so nicely, and cause this is such a cute idea I HAD to write it! Enjoy!

Illusions of Another Time

“Now, just hold still.” Adrian spoke, a reassuring smile on his face as he placed his hand on Edric’s wrist. Gus watches with bated breath, as did the rest of the student body. But when he pulled his hand back he gestured for Edric to turn to the crowd. “Now! As you can all see, it looks real! But, Edric was it? Show us some beast keeping magic.” Edric looked worriedly out to his sister, but drew a small circle in the air, summoning a butterfly. The tension that left the room was palpable. Everyone was suddenly lining up to get their “sigils” and chattering excitedly about how cool it was that they were gonna pull one over on the emperor’s coven!

When Gus’s turn came up he fiddled nervously with his tunic. He was excited to be part of this whole big ruse, but… He was meeting the head of the illusions coven! The coven he was so desperate to join! This was kind of a big deal!

When he approached, Adrian grinned wide and knelt down in front of him, tail swishing, almost like a puppy. “Ah! You must be Agustus! Principal Bump told me about you! Quite the little prodigy, from what he said. I have to say, for someone so young to be in such advanced classes, it’s a marvel! Why, even I wasn’t that good at your age! Who knows, maybe you’ll replace me one day!”

Gus giggled and held out his arm, “I don’t know about all of that, but I do want to join the illusions coven one day! I like having some extra showmanship in my life.” “You and me both little ringmaster!” he laughed, putting the fake sigil over Gus’s wrist. “If you don’t mind, once the scouts have passed, would you mind showing me just what you can do?” This must be a dream… “I-I’d love to! It would be an honor even!” he grinned, bouncing on his heels excitedly. Adrian chuckled, his tail coming up and playfully tickling Gus’s nose, making the boy giggle and cringe away cutely. “The honor is all mine! Now, run along to your friends, I’ll meet with you soon.” Gus nodded and ran off, “WILLOW! WILLOW! OH MY TITAN!” ~timeskip~ “And so you just draw your spell circle with the mirror and…”

Before them appeared a field of multi-colored flowers and plants. Adrian looked down and inspected the flowers. “Amazing work! So detailed!” Gus tried to grin, always happy to get such high praise from his new mentor, but it was hard keeping up an illusion like this. There were so many tiny details to focus on. The older witch chuckled and ruffled Gus’s hair, “Let’s take a break, alright?” Gus quickly dispelled the field and flopped over with a sigh of relief. “Yes please.” Adrian laughed and sat next to him, “Tired already little ringmaster?”

Gus just put an arm over his eyes, blowing a tired raspberry. They’d been at this for most of the day, though this was the first time he got to use the amplifier. It was a heck of a rush really. The magic was stronger than anything he’d felt before. He’d definitely want one of his own someday!

 A poke to his belly made him jump out of his thoughts with a squeal. Adrian backed up a bit, blinking in shock. “I was just going to ask if you were listening. But I’d rather ask if you’re ok. That was quite a reaction.” Gus’s face went dark with a warm blush, “I-I’m fine! You just startled me, that's all!”

“Is that so…” the head witch smirked, gently poking him again. Gus squealed again, curling up a bit and hugging himself.

“Did that surprise you too? Or are you going to be honest now?” he teased, “I am the head of the illusions coven, if I couldn’t see through a lie then well… I wouldn’t be very good at my job, would I?”

Gus pouted but it was pretty pointless to argue with him at this point. “W-well… I mean… I might be… just a bit… kinda… ticklish?” “Now was that so hard?” he chuckled, ruffling Gus’s hair, “There’s no shame in it! Plenty of people are ticklish! I mean, if I had a snail for every time I saw and heard that Golden Guard boy getting destroyed by Darius, well, my pay as a coven head wouldn’t be able to compare.” Gus laughed a bit, and was definitely remembering that bit of information. After all, Hunter was living with Darius now, and Gus had been wanting to visit again.

“In fact.” the coven head continued, “I am even of the firm belief that everyone has a tickle spot somewhere, I’d even be willing to bet Belos has a few.” Gus snorted,m “No way! He’s way too grumpy!” “The grumpier they are, the harder they giggle.” Adrian replied dramatically, wiggling his fingers at Gus for emphasis, making the boy squeak and giggle. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’d quite like to find your tickle spot!” Gus gasped as Adrian’s wiggly fingers hit his belly, quickly falling into a stream of bubbly, silly, giggles. “W-wahahait! I’m tihihicklish! Ahahah!”

“Well that I could guess.” he drawled, moving to scratch at his ribs, “But your belly isn’t what I’m looking for…”

He squealed and wiggled, batting weakly at Adrians hands, “Stahahahap! It tihihihickles!”

Adrian only chuckled and dug into his underarms, “That’s what it’s supposed to do little ringmaster!”

Gus’s laughter only rose in pitch, it was clearly a bad spot, but noT quite his tickle spot. “EEHEHEHHEHEHE! NOT THEHEHERE!”

“Oh? Not there? Maybe… here then!” Gus shrieked when he felt the fluffy soft tuft of fur on his neck and swiping along his ears. “T-TAHAHAHAHAHILS ARE CHEHEHEHEHEATING!” he squealed, kicking and scrunching up his neck to deter the tickly tool.

Adrian only went faster, his fluffy tail turning the poor kid into a giggly puddle.

“AHAHHAHAHAAHAH! A-AHAHAHADRIAN! S-STAHAHAHAHHAP! PLEEHEHEHEHEASE!” he cackled, pushing at the covenheads tail.

He sighed playfully and rolled his eyes, letting the boy go after a final wiggle behind an ear to make the boy squeal. “Alright, alright. I can be nice. And we still have some training to do before you head off home.” Gus was all but limp, half flopped on Adrians leg, “Just…. Juhuhust a sec…” “Of course, take your time. Just be warned, this isn’t going to be the last time this happens.” Adrian smirked, tickling the kids nose with his tail. Gus giggled and batted at his tail, “Okahahy! Ok! I get it! But I’m pretty formidable myself! You’d better watch your back!”

“I’m shaking in my boots.” he drawled, tasering two fingers into Gus's belly, making him shriek and curl up. “But really, you’re still so young Gus. And with all that’s about to happen… you should savor the moments when you can act your age.”

Gus looked up at Adrian and smiled, hugging around his middle. “I’ll try.” Adrian looked a bit shocked, but hugged him back with a smile. Till he felt tiny hands digging into his sides and he shrieked. “Told you to watch your back!”

[ispridestillasin]

So here are some snippets from my Alador Divorces Odalia Early AU. Nothing’s in order but I will explain it all eventually. Enjoy!

i.

Alador turns bright red. The anger on his face was apparent to everyone. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, his tone rising with every word. “Did I just hear you say you left Amity alone with Warden Wrath after you directly put her in danger?!” Even the most oblivious coven scout could tell how angry Alador was with him.

Adrian looked at him with a cowed expression. The other Coven Heads—especially Darius—looked delighted at this development.

ii.

“ADRIAN GRAYE VERNWORTH!”

Alador’s yell snapped him out of his maliciously gleeful thoughts. Adrian watched as an abomination arm caught Darius while another restrained the monster.

Shit, he thought as he watched Alador slowly appear from within a puddle of abomination sludge.

This wasn't going according to plan at all.

iii.

He watches as Graye handles the Blight girl with ease.

Had Alador not even attempted to hide his affair with Graye from his children? Did Odalia know about this? Darius wants to say no, but he doubts that to be true. That woman wouldn’t let something like this escape her notice, especially if it meant that her husband was being led away from her influence.

Titan, did she know about the affair and was letting it happen because Graye was a coven head? He wouldn’t put it past her to try to use Alador’s affair as a way to prop up the slowly emerging Blight Industries. She was always power-hungry. A shame that Alador never saw that, or if he did, he never thought it a bad thing.

[phddyke]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Owl House (Cartoon) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Darius Deamonne/Previous Golden Guard | Darius Deamonne's Mentor, Darius Deamonne & Adrian Graye Vernworth Characters: Darius Deamonne, Adrian Graye Vernworth (The Owl House) Additional Tags: i dont know if this earns its m rating truly, but im just describing post sex stuff so better safe than sorry, Cigarettes, Smoking, Hate Sex, or not exactly hate but just, having sex with someone you dont like, because you have Issues, and are pining for someone else, i wasnt sure if i should tag this as darius / adrian, because they dont actually "like" each other here, so i didnt wanna be disrespectful lmao, i respect y'all who ship that truly, we're in rarepair hell together, handshake emoji, also wanted to explore the idea that adrian wasnt always as bad as he was in the show, belos just made him Worse over time, which is tragic, and my usual reference of aladarius crumbs, c'mon goop man pspspsps get over ur relationship trauma, (spoiler alert: he won't), Angst, as per the us, No Beta We Die Like Caleb Series: Part 5 of i did, i did, i do Summary:

“Can you help me with a little fire spell, darling?” he said, holding the end of it out.

Darius rolled his eyes. “Don’t call me ‘darling,’” he said, knowing he was wasting his breath.

[corvidcrossbow]

~•♡•~ I Like It Long

➳ Summary: While out on a run, you and Michonne start lightly teasing Daryl for having his hair grown out. But there's a hidden reason as to why he won't cut it. (Daryl x Fem!Reader)

➳ Setting: Alexandria, post Savior war

➳ Word count: 1.4k

➳ C/W: Just smut n hair pulling

➳ A/N: This spawned from me writing the context plot of another fic and I was like… wait (And thank yall for the attention on that Mother's Day post??? Yall are so sweet 😭🫶)

My hair is really similar to Daryl's when it's partially or almost dry and it's actually my favorite thing about myself like xbsosjdjdneisnsiasjebeiisjabajissn

You loudly banged your forearm against the glass door of a long abandoned drug store, not hearing any noise inside. Vines and weeds had grown through cracks in the concrete, winding up the sides of the building.

“Sounds pretty clear,” You shrugged, holstering your bow and opting for hand-held blades as Michonne pulled open the handle. You, her, and Daryl were clearing through a nearby town while out on a supply run, opting to make quick work of the task in favor of getting home.

You three entered the building, keeping your guard up in case of any straggling walkers that weren't roused by the initial attempts to lure them towards you. The interior wasn't large, so you could comfortably split off from each other and still be close.

“Seems mostly ransacked. Not much left,” Michonne commented, katana lowered but out in front of her. This had begun to grow repetitive and boring, energy matching the grayness of the lighting.

She took a pair of hair cutting shears off the shelf in front of her, holding them up to your gaze a few isles over. “Think he could use these?” She asked as a smile played the edges of her mouth, nodding back towards Daryl, looking for mischief. His hair had grown quite long over the course of the last two years, the tawny blond darkening into a rich brown, accompanied by a shaggy cut.

“Oh definitely. Jus’ gotta determine which onna us can hold him down long enough to cut it,” You replied with a chuckle, eyes following hers to where the archer stood at the endcap of another lane.

“Shuddup, will ya?” Daryl scoffed, shaking his head with grunt. His gaze didn't break from the advertisement in front of him, trying to ignore your antics. “Ts'fine.”

“Gotta make use of whatever supplies we find, no?” You continued your teasing, trying to hide the grin on your face at his reaction. “You were sweatin’ like a pig all summer, hair tangled all over yer face ‘n what not. When was the last time you cut it?”

“Don’ kno’, don’ care,” He grumbled, and you eyed Michonne again. It's definitely been since the prison, at least. He moved on from the stand. “Plus, winter up ‘ere's gon be colder. Will keep me warm.”

“Daryl, you're ‘bout the only one who didn't freshen up since we got to Alexandria. Don't you at least want a trim?” Michonne pestered, raising her eyebrows at him and shifting her weight to one leg. “You remember Rick's whole hobo-beard.”

“Ain't got no ‘hobo-beard’.”

“But you do look like the only ‘scissors’ you know is the recently searched on your go to porn site,” Michonne chaffed, barely able to contain herself.

Daryl froze for just a second, face flushing as his head whipped to stare back at her. And you two burst out laughing, to which his expression soured.

“Give it up, alrigh’?! Ain't nothin’ wrong with mah hair!” He snapped, accent thick with embarrassment, bowing his head slightly in an effort to obscure it. He readjusted his hold on his crossbow. “Gon shoot tha botha ya.”

“Ay, ay! Jus’ sayin’. Rick scrapped the beard and… maybe you'll finally get some play too,” She winked, followed by a lighthearted snicker.

Daryl groaned again and rolled his eyes, beginning to walk off, but caught your gaze for just a second.

It's not that he didn't want to cut his hair - he didn't care about it – but he wasn't really allowed to either way. There was one major, sexy, moaning reason he didn't cut his hair.

❥-》》—————➣

“Oh, god, Daryl! Fuck! Don't stop… god don't stop,” You cried out, hands clutching his shoulders as your nails began to dig into his flesh. His grip on your hips was bruising, keeping you steady as he pounded up into you at a relentless pace. That grip was the sole thing grounding you in the reality of the present moment.

“Ain't gon stop,” He affirmed, voice gravelly. You moaned wildly, head weakly falling to his chest with exacerbated breaths, his own heaving against your temple. He leaned closer when he could, harshly sucking at your clavicle and boobs, leaving behind a litter of hickeys and little bites that colored you in reds and purples.

The springs of the bed beneath you sounded like they were gonna fold in on themselves, headboard sporadically banging against the wall as Daryl shifted down a little to hit into you at an angle, your clit brushing against him with each thrust. Your back arched overtop of him, shoving his dick into your belly.

“Baby, please… fhuuuckkkk.” You couldn't even think, every thought consumed by the feeling of him. The way he just destroyed you like it's an art he'd mastered, tip brushing against every sweet and sensitive spot inside you, walls desperately trying to cling on, balls hitting up against you, clit grinding on him, slickness coating his pelvis and your inner thighs, his clutch on you just so fucking strong.

You pulled yourself together, lifting your head to see him. His long hair was dark and dampened with sweat, matting up as it stuck to his forehead, obscuring part of his vision. But he was too focused on using you to fix it, didn't dare to remove his hands unless God willed him to.

You moved up, swiping it away, and his blue eyes instantly connected with yours, pupils blown with lust. He (somehow) sped up, starting to slam your hips up and down to meet him instead of just keeping them stationary, now just beating your cunt.

“Tha's it girl. Jus’ keep takin’ me good like tha’.”

His words made you shiver, and you partially fell forward again, nestling your face beside his and snaking an arm behind his head. Your fingers weaved through his messy hair, tangling at the scalp, then tugging harshly as another wave of pleasure ripped through you.

And he whined. There it is. His breathy gasps and grunts mingled with strained whines, and whimpers, as you pulled tighter and tighter at the roots of his locks. His face contorted, eyes nearly squeezing shut, that one vein bulging from his neck, directly on the verge of so much.

“Daryl… inside.., Dar-” You panted, cut off as everything went white and you hit your peak. Your whole body felt electrified, tensing, twitching, walls spasming, toes curling and claws clinging to his frame.

Daryl tipped over the edge almost immediately after, having just been waiting for you to cum first. He desperately pumped into you a few more times, before curving up once more and simultaneously ramming you down as he came deep in you, the warmth of his release spreading through your core, and he threw his head back with ragged breaths.

You were both left a sweaty mess, gasping for oxygen, feeling full and satisfied. Your muscles couldn't keep you up, and you collapsed onto him, loosening your hold at his scalp, his hold on your hips doing the same.

He recovered a bit quicker than you, bringing a hand up and brushing your own messy hair away the second he had the energy to do so.

“Ya alrigh’, sunshine?” He asked between hitches, hoping he hadn't been too rough. He soothingly rubbed his palm over the curve of your body where bruises were sure to form.

You nodded faintly, moving your head so you could breathe better, and you could feel him relax beneath you from the reassurance. He held you tenderly for a while, giving you time to regain your composure. Your eyes were closed in bliss. Few things beat the feeling of Daryl under you, rising and falling with his torso, hearing his low humming as he steadied himself – his softening cock still buried deep inside you, cum ever so surely beginning to dribble down.

You lazily remained in his arms, not wanting to deal with getting up, or the shower you two definitely needed. You took a strand of his hair, affectionately curling it around your finger like a tendril, then letting it go and repeating.

“Ya actually want me tah cut ma hair?” He eventually asked, thinking back to your light mocking from earlier, how you'd laughed as Michonne layered it on. It didn't matter much to him, he'd do whatever pleased you.

“Fuck no. Was just messin’ with you, Dixon,” You replied, kissing the skin of his collarbone right below you, and moving up to find his lips. “You know I like it long.”

The long hair suited him, he looked good with it. You loved to wash and play with it, brush and braid it while he laid in your lap. But mainly, it was easy to grab at, pull on – and close to nothing in existence sounded better than those whines and whimpers every time you did so.

©corvidcrossbow 2024. I do not give permission for my works to be copied, modified or adapted to other platforms. My work may be translated only if asked and with proof of given consent.

[oldtvandcomics]

Not to contribute to a Discourse, but I keep seeing the "should we ship Alastor or not" thing, and. Like most other things, it lacks nuance.

It is true, many people don't understand how to write him in a relationship without it feeling very weird and very out of character. But this is also true about most popular ships? The voices of the characters are not right, and they keep acting in a way that is too sweet, too romantic, and the actual dynamic that made that ship interesting in the first place is missing. "He would not fucking say that" is such a popular phrase for a reason.

In Alastor's case, his asexuality is one of the major things that fanfic authors get wrong. Another is his moral grayness, his difficulties expressing (or even noticing) his emotions, and, at least in the Alastor/Lucifer ship (which is what I have been reading) the antagonism of the canon relationship and how they would navigate it with their absurd fight for dominance. And yes, these are definitely problems.

But, as someone who has been bingeing these fics faster than the tag is moving, these are only some of the fics.

And every popular ship has got a lot of bad writing in it.

The good fics, despite being shippy and more often than not, smutty, all acknowledge Alastor's asexuality in some way. It depends on that author, how, but I have seen him confused about this new situation, participating in sex for his own reasons like manipulation and enjoying having control, I have seen what in other fics would be sexual desire replaced with hunger for blood, hunger for power, or desire for closeness, I have seen asexual and aspec authors use him to talk about their own experiences with being sexualized against their will, or to explore what they would and would not be comfortable with doing. I have seen Alastor look for and find ways around his discomforts, using magic and staying clothed and making sure that he is in control.

So I don't know. Are people being weird about him? Heck yes. But I feel like fics, even shippy and smutty ones about Alastor are also doing some actual good, representation-wise. I can only speak for myself, but I can say for certain that watching a powerful, asexual character navigate his way around sexuality has filled a need in me that I didn't even realize that I had.

I'm really not wanting to start any fights here, just, you know. Different angle to look at this from.

[phantomrose96]

Regarding those 2 people arguing in the comments of your fic, are they still arguing about the same subject, or have they moved on to some other topic to disagree on? Or is it just insults being thrown back and forth now?

Okay so... in a nutshell it's actually ONE person who's been doing the arguing, with a revolving-door cast of people who've chimed in to be like "dude wtf".

The argument is about the fic. The fic is about a moral grayness perpetuated by a corrupt system. Many of the comments are people going "wow the moral grayness perpetuated by a corrupt system." This one person showed up, taking the arguably way-less-defensible side of things, and went off on someone who dared to say "wow the moral grayness." Person called everyone sociopaths.

Enter revolving door cast of people being like "dude wtf?", and every time Person responds in <24 hours with a whole diatribe about like, their need to speak out against injustice. Real essays worth of stuff.

[victimsofyaoipoll]

Round 2

Propaganda Under Cut

Allura

Lots of people (myself included tbh) ship klance (Keith and Lance). In s8 the creators made Allura/Lance canon (but then they killed her off and left the ending ambiguous it was weird). Anyway the fandom treats her like she's the most terrible bitchy woman ever but all she wants to do is end the war and avenge her destroyed home planet. Yeah she wasn't always the nicest or always the best, but you could argue some other characters in the show aren't either and they aren't treated near as bad as allura. people really just hate her bc Lance liked her. I don't think allura/lance are good together, but I still liked her as a character and thought she was interesting and had a lot of growth during the show. she DEF is not evil like some people portray her as in fic or talk about her in captions on posts. I've seen people say that they HATE her and that she's the worst and I'm like ??? let her live (well sort of ig she is dead now). lots of fic writers use her as the villain which is so interesting to me bc the show literally has villains like use them. anyway allura so perfectly fits the bracket description she deserves better.

I hate to acknowledge my time in this fandom but I hate the way the fandom treated her more. Allura was treated like shit no matter what side of the Great Ship War you were on because she was always a threat to the biggest ships (klance and sheith). At best she got put into Background Lesbian or Consolation Prize Shallura (Space Mom-zoned) (She was not a motherly figure btw. She was just Black). At worst she was violently demonized for being ~racist~ (kinda not cool with the alien race that blew up her planet for a few episodes), complete with misogynistic language hurled at her (she got called a bitch sooo much). Allura was a good and cool character and the show did her dirty but the fandom was somehow worse.

i apologise for speaking the dark magicks, but amidst the voltron fandoms many, many transgressions, there were a particular subset of people who just hated this girl. the infamous klance wars of the 2010s kept this perfectly fine childrens cartoon character in the sights of shippers everywhere, and she (and her voice actress im sure) were subjected to years of petty squabble blown up to global perportions. ive seen hate, ive seen rants, ive seen fanfics that made her homophobic. girls been through the ringer, and even though voltron was never the show its fandom wanted it to be, i believe allura deserved better

Mary Morstan

a controversial one i know, but it’s tumblr. how could i not? anyway shoutout to the writers for CANONICALLY killing her off for the non-canon ship. she was so cool honestly poor girl

Oh god where do I start? Constantly being turned abusive? Killed off (in canon!)? Constantly being removed from fic? I cannot stand the way she's treated, but it's 100% impossible to find Johnlock fic without the "umsympathetic Mary Morstan" angle. It's infuriating!

The fandom insulted Mary at every conceivable turn, refused to acknowledge her narrative importance or impact on the other characters, called for her death repeatedly, and even SENT DEATH THREATS TO HER ACTRESS because she had the AUDACITY to be a morally gray female character who was married to John (they did not care about the moral grayness of the male characters, but she was irredeemable, apparently-presumably because she was a "threat" to the main fandom ship). And though she was definitely sacrificed on a SPECIFIC mlm ship altar, she was still tangentially victimized by OTHER mlm ships too! For example, this fandom was willing to make up a character WHO LITERALLY DID NOT ACTUALLY EXIST to ship with different male character (who was morally...way worse than she ever was), as well as create swathes of content about two men who had maybe one canon interaction in the whole show, before even thinking about the possibility of making content for this character or even just talking about her in a way that wasn't overtly misogynistic and degrading. When Mary died in-story (in what, in my opinion, was an unnecessary, bullshit way), her death was, to this fanbase, not actually about her and was just seen as "proof" that the two male leads would now get together (they didn't). And this STILL continues to this day. People reduce her to "selfish bitch," completely ignoring any of her complexity by claiming that she's incapable of caring about anyone (despite helping to save lives on more than one occasion, as well as dying in an act of sacrifice) and insisting that any of her positive qualities MUST be completely fabricated. I've seen a lot of female characters get mistreated by fandom for a mlm ship's sake, but I don't think I've EVER encountered an example as bad as this one.

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April 2024 FlashBang Masterpost

Links to all the creations for this round of FlashBang!

sea salt and cologne by itsonlytext and raveboy34

Miscommunication Story by ThePertho and Ghostly_Marie

The Inscrutable Case of Mariana “mrs. Hudson” Ametxazurra by anmaje and frenchfriedgiraffe

Why John Watson Gave Up Dating by Lady Eris and leidraws

The Speckled Band by scoobydoo-ghoulschool and Tsukihasnoname

Show Your Hand by Drinkingmelon and sapphofrog

the text messages by .teaparty and B0tler

The Text (OK Titles Aren’t Our Strength) by iwantthatbelstaffanditsoccupant and abstractfrog

Sherlock Holmes has a date! by Ratinavan and jonk_md

Three Dancing Dots by Lady Eris and Ratinavan

FlashBang Fic! by whrys_boi and aro-sherlockholmes

Of Tango and Spinning Thoughts by voilaammayi and mikuneko3

Shocker! John’s a People Pleaser by weizii and Happistar

Silence Your Phone and Open Your Heart by littleoceanbabe and Starfruitsomething

A Date in Pink by hornhead and LilzeztheNile

Party Tricks and Their Consequences by C.S. Graye and Sockface!

Unlucky by detectivil and Holmosexualitea

London is a series of tubes by Hornhead and Silvascribbles

Life on the Line by Mush_Pit and 4thelneyj0nes

Please Don’t Say You Love Me by Ratinavan and silliestofg33sevik

FlashBang Fic by whrys_boi and fleurdelait

Lord of the Pings by littleoceanbabe and ontheotter

All in the Family by emilycare and Alastor Watson-Holmes

Late Arrival by audraeciouslyme and Lucy G. Turpin

Whatever May Come and Whatever May Go, That River’s Flowing by iwantthatbelstaffanditsoccupant and Eve

Mycroft's case for Sherlock by Mush_pit and Reyhan

FlashBang 2024! by Catrhys and transmasc-taub

Looking for Love by emilycare and gurpyman

our final dance 🎵 by .teaparty and Lost

The Uninjured Holmes by Catrhys and Resetoaster

Planning to Meet the Family by C.S. Graye and absolutely_no_thank_you

Misery (No Company) by clxylogy and lulu-spooks

The text of the day by hahahahaimcrazy and Ro.mie

the case of the mysterious test by Badger and alecs-potatofarm

The Sickbed of Sherlock Holmes by anmaje and Nonodraws

The five time Sherlock smiled, and the one time he laughed by player-tag and subtlehysteria

Don't Go Chasing Booty Calls by audraeciouslyme and 4thelneyj0nes

(Whoops, there was only 37! >///<)