#i think this is my first anon hurray!

[scoops-aboy86]

literally so happy to hear you have wide open asks.... I LOVE the idea you brought up about Steve gaining weight just kinda slowly and steadily because he loves to eat and is tired of denying himself....... and how might Eddie respond to this newly relaxed and bigger Steve?

Hi, hello! Yeah, Steve needs a break, man. Those regularly unscheduled beatings take a toll, he’s just tired. I read something once that referred to him gaining weight after the Upside Down stuff is done for good as his “peace body” and that lives in my brain rent free. 

I hope this answers your question because I kind of got carried away:

Eddie loves relaxed Steve, especially as he unlearns some of his own “jacks bad nerds good” and “popular bad outcast good” dichotomies that he’s built up as part of his armor over the years. Steve, he realizes, is not just a good dude, but a chill dude too. 

Sure, he’s a little fussy about his hair, and sometimes his clothes—complains a little when his polos start not quite fitting the way they used to, although Eddie personally can’t see any problem with that. Steve is just hot, okay? He was hot in gym class in those little green shorts, in basketball games in those little white shorts, and he’s just as hot (if not even prettier) lounging back with a joint in one hand, a soda in the other, and a little sliver of belly peeking out the bottom of his shirt. Because he’s happier now. Cozy. Eddie takes any opportunity he can get to lay his head on Steve’s lap because he has just the best thighs. 

Meanwhile, Steve—who’s only fussing because he’s had a thing for Eddie ever since “dontcha, big boy” launched him into a sexuality crisis last March, and he’s used to getting dates because he looks good, so he wants to look good—just sort of melts any time Eddie leans or lays on him. This has occasionally made him late for work or picking up Robin or the kids, but more often it just means that he asks “Can you get me…” a lot. Which is difficult for him to do! Because he’s used to the idea that he can take care of himself, and he can take care of other people, but why should other people have to take care of him? But he can and has sat still for hours if it means that Eddie gets in a decent nap, or is enjoying the movie that’s on, or whatever. If he has to go to the bathroom, he’ll hold it. Robin teases him that her dad is the same way about the family cat… which kind of indirectly leads to Steve learning that Eddie loves head scritches. (He totally white lies to her and says that Eddie asked him to do that, but actually he did it one time without thinking and Eddie asked him in a slightly hoarse voice to do that again. And then got up shortly afterwards to go to the bathroom, allowing Steve to stretch his legs and take a bathroom break of his own.)

And it’s only a matter of time, what with the gradually waning nightmares as it finally sinks in that the danger is over, the not being on alert all the time, the fact that Steve is no longer a teenager or on any sports teams, the recreational smoking, the metalhead lapcat… Only a matter of time before Eddie settles into place and feels where Steve’s tummy is starting to encroach on his spot. 

It’s after a small party (just the older UD crew) when everyone else but Robin has already gone home, and he’s just high and sleepy and a little tipsy enough to roll over and snuggle in without thinking about it, nuzzling that sliver of tan skin and chest hair and just breathing Steve in with a happy sigh. His body feels floaty enough that he vaguely thinks that Steve must have carried him upstairs to his bedroom, and this is Steve’s pillow or something. 

Steve is frozen in place, eyes absolutely huge, staring across the living room to where Robin is watching this happen from the kitchen doorway with an amused smirk on her face. When Eddie brings his hand up to hug the “pillow” closer, Steve mouths “Help me” at her. 

She shrugs and spreads her hands like, “What do you want me to do?”

He tries to use eyebrow movements and hand gestures to remind her that of the three of them she’s smoked and drank the least, so she should have the functioning brain cell right now, not him. Because he’s pretty crossfaded too, and fairly full after getting the munchies and going to town on the pizza they’d ordered for the party, and now there’s a cute dude cuddling his belly and it feels good and he’s going to have a reaction soon—

“I don’t need to know about that,” Robin shout-whispers vehemently, and backs into the kitchen mouthing “la-la-la-lesbian” and “I can’t hear you.” Steve vows to write her out of his will. Not that he has one, but still.

Eddie rouses a moment later because his brain is starting to catch up to the fact that it’s not fabric he’s drooling on here. When he half sits up he’s face to face with a very flustered Steve, who is chewing on his plush bottom lip and Eddie wants to, like, help him with that. And then he looks down, and probably part of what woke him up, and his nuzzling has pushed Steve’s shirt up a little more than usual, and slo yep, that’s a boner.

They make eye contact. 

“Can I kiss you?” Eddie blurts out, because he definitely wants to and he thinks, based on the boner and the fact that Steve hasn’t shoved him away yet, that maybe Steve does too. 

“You’d better,” Steve blurts back, cheeks flaming, because he already has Eddie’s spit drying on his skin. He’s totally flustered and doesn’t even have time to run a hand through his hair before Eddie is straddling his lap, cradling his face gently in both hands, and drawing him into a clumsy but earnest kiss.

They spend the rest of the night kissing and cuddling and talking on the couch, still a little giggly from their highs and Eddie snagging more things for Steve to eat whenever Steve seems even the tiniest bit hungry, because he just looks so happy whenever he’s relaxed and enjoying his food. And if he sneaks some belly rubs in there too, no one else has to know.

Permanent tag list: @hotluncheddie

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Okay but what about Carmy being inexperienced and so he cums super quickly so lip takes it upon himself to not let him cum until reader has at least cum twice

I love all you anons, more filth hurray!

Smut down there. 18+ yada yada.

I believe the first couple of times with all three are so, so awkward. Carmy knows the steps but he's so out of practice he's easily overstimulated, in contrast to Lip who has you finished three times before he even gets close.

Lip will be the guiding factor, much to his own annoyance since he just wants to fuck. He's laying against the headboard with your back to his chest, one hand on your chest and one between your legs, getting you prepped while Carmen undresses and settles on the bed with you two. He's mesmerized by how quickly you're becoming a moaning, squirming mess in front of him by only a pair of hands.

"Don't be shy, she wants you to fuck her." His fingers spread your folds for Carmy to position himself and slowly push in and set a slow pace to start with.

Only when you ask for more he starts moving up the pace and Lip's hand moved from your stomach to his chest to rest there softly until he felt Carmy's thrusts getting messier. He pressed his hand flat against his chest, fingers spread and sliding down a bit. "Alright slow down, give yourself a second to breathe." The hand that rested on your chest went to grab one of Carmy's and led it down to between your legs. "Touch her a bit, you watched me do it just now."

Luckily Carmen was great at observing and following orders, he repeated Lip's actions and rolled his hips again after catching his breath and had you making all the pretty noises for him in no time, all while Lip praised Carmy for learning fast and doing great.

Was it weird for him to have another guy fuck his former fuckbuddy while she was laying against him? Yeah, it was super weird. But he liked this weird. It was a good weird.

Lip challenged Carmy to have you cum twice before he finished and he accepted. To Lip's surprise he managed to hold out and, by listening to your responses, figured out what you loved and had you cumming around his cock once which had him stop right then to take a moment to breathe, and then a second time right before he came as well.

"See? Told you I know what she likes." He grins at Carmen, who sat across from him, panting with a satisfied smile, hands still on your hips and nodding in agreement.

"But now it's my turn." And with that you were flipped onto your stomach, ass lifted to meet Lip's crotch before he not so gently shoved himself into you and set a fast, rough pace that had you crying. He pulled you up off the bed to grab at your tits and bite down on your shoulder as he chased his release and came fairy quickly.

"We gotta do this more often." It spilled past his lips without thinking, still high off his release and buried deep inside of you. Your hand snaked behind his head to card through his hair in a conforting manner.

"We'll discuss that later. Let's first clean up for now."

As Lip's head still rested against your shoulder you and Carmy shared a quick look, softly nodding to each other. You were definitely doing this again.

[jgracie]

FOREVER IS THE SWEETEST CON

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❝ Can you write a angst image with Frank?(not a lot of people write for him and I don’t understand why)Like he’s the son of Mars and reader can be the daughter of Vulcan,and since their fathers don’t really like each other they forbid the relationship?Please and thank you 😙 ❞ — anon

in which you're never gonna love again

pairing frank zhang x vulcan!reader

warnings angst 😬 (but ambiguous ending ?!) also there isn't much dialogue in this idk why i wasn't in a dialogue mood while writing LOL

on the radio . . . cowboy like me (taylor swift)

an this is my first time writing angst on this blog hurray! also the only reason cowboy like me is on the radio is cz of the "forever is the sweetest con" line the rest of the song doesn't match LOL

You and Frank had always known you liked each other. Ever since he arrived at Camp Jupiter, you seemed to be tip-toeing around each other, waiting for the other to make the first move. Then, just as you were about to, the worst thing you could possibly think of happened. Frank got claimed.

Usually, you had nothing against campers being claimed. You did so much to help the Gods, summoning a shiny symbol above your head - and thus recognising you as theirs - was honestly the least they could do. The day you got claimed was one of the best days of your life, as you could finally rest knowing you did have a God for a father and this wasn’t all one giant hallucination. When Mars showed up at camp and claimed Frank as his own, you should’ve been happy. Anyone would kill for half the attention from their own Godly parent.

But you couldn’t be happy. Not when your father was Vulcan, the one God Mars couldn’t stand. Just like that, you went from hanging out every day to avoiding each other. You couldn’t be around Frank anymore. You knew where your relationship was inevitably going and you couldn’t let it go there, so you distanced yourself.

Even when you became part of the great prophecy, joining Frank, Hazel and Percy on the Argo II and setting sail for Greece, you stayed away from the boy, opting to hang out with the one person on the ship he couldn’t stand (and your Greek half-brother), Leo Valdez. It was nice having another child of Vulcan (or Hephaestus in Leo’s case) around, since you could now talk about machinery with someone you knew would understand. Leo was also really nice, and the two of you bonded over many things.

Little did you know, Frank hadn’t given up on you. No matter how much he rebuked his heritage as a son of Mars, he couldn’t help but be persistent. You were his first love. His only love. And he wanted you back. He missed the days he’d come stumbling into the forges, broken bow in hand, asking you to fix it for the fifth time that week. He missed the way your nose would scrunch up as you giggled, saying something along the lines of, “sure, Frank, I don’t mind.” He missed the conversations the two of you would have as you worked on his bow, your laughter bringing the cold forges back to life.

He was going to get that back again. He didn’t know how, but he would spend his life following you around on his knees, begging for you to just take a look at him, to stop averting your gaze and properly look him in the eyes, if it meant he could have you back again. Surprisingly, the Fates were on his side regarding this endeavour.

The morning of the first day of your relationship was sunny. That alone was a good omen, right? Well… sort of. Naturally, sunlight alone was too much good luck for you as demigods, seeing as you’d gotten attacked by some horrible sea monsters that very same morning. You had gotten it particularly bad, ending up knocked out with a broken nose and a couple broken ribs, as well as bruising all over your body. When Frank saw you like that, he knew this had to end.

He stayed by your side until you woke up, and when your eyes opened and met his tender ones, you knew you couldn’t stay away for any longer - Mars and Vulcan be damned. Your lifespan as demigods was incredibly short, so you might as well enjoy the limited time you had, right?

In the beginning, your relationship was good. You went back to your usual routine, except you were dating now. You could call Frank your boyfriend. That alone was enough to make your heart flutter. The two of you cuddled and kissed and talked and kissed some more. You planned your futures together - all the dates you’d go on, what life would be like at university, where you’d live after university, and everything in between. You couldn’t be happier.

You should’ve known the Fates would never be this kind to you. A few months later, you began seeing your father in your dreams. “Break up with that wretched son of Mars!” He’d tell you, “he’ll break your heart, he’s just like his father!” At first, you thought this was going to be a one-time thing you could just ignore, but your dad kept coming back. Unbeknownst to you, Frank was going through something similar.

Both voices of his father - Ares and Mars - spent weeks yelling in his mind to break up with you. It was the one thing the two agreed on. They’d give him the worst migraines known to man but Frank wouldn’t listen. He almost lost you once, he wasn’t going to let go of you now. But were you willing to do the same for him? 

“I have to go alone, I wish I could tell you why, but it’s just a gut feeling. Please trust me, I’ll be fine,” you said, your eyes mirroring your pleading tone as you squeezed Frank’s hands tightly. You and the other seven were splitting up for yet another quest, and while usually, you’d just stick with your boyfriend, something was telling you you had to go your own way this time.

Frank sighed, knowing there was no convincing you to come with him. He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and said, “okay, just promise you’ll come back to me?” You smiled then, promising you would. Why wouldn’t you? He was your sweet boy, after all.

How ironic.

It didn’t take you very long to find the reason why you were on your mini quest. On a random bench in a random park in Rome sat none other than your father, Vulcan. He tinkered with a piece of metal, throwing it to the side once he saw you approaching.

Patting the spot next to him, Vulcan said, “sit with me, Y/N. You’re not in trouble, I just want to talk.” For an absent father, he was pretty good at the whole ‘scary parent’ thing. You sat, wishing you had a piece of metal of your own to fidget with, but you’d left everything other than your weapon on the Argo II.

“So… what do you wanna talk about?” You asked. No matter how many times you spoke with Gods, it was never not going to be awkward.

“I think we both know what I want to talk about. You can’t be dating a son of Mars,” you tried to interrupt, to tell him that Frank was nothing like his father, that he was kind and thoughtful and caring, but your father simply shushed you, “I won’t allow it, Y/N. I’ve tried telling you this nicely, tried letting you do it on your own terms, gave you lots of time to plan it out and soften the blow, but it’s clear you won’t listen. So, I’m giving you two options. Either you break up with him, or I’ll make sure he regrets ever speaking to you.”

You gaped up at your father, not bothering to stop the tears from flowing down your cheeks. He didn’t say a word after that, he just got up and left. You let him. You never wanted to see him again. However, you also knew he was serious about his threat. You couldn’t let him hurt Frank, even if it meant you’d break both your hearts in the process. It was better for Frank to be heartbroken than to face the wrath of a God. He’d probably get over you and find someone better in a few years anyway.

And so, that was that. When you came back to the ship, everyone had noticed the way your mood shifted, especially Frank. When he’d asked you what was wrong, you took a deep breath and pushed the words out of your mouth: that you’d realised you didn’t love him anymore, and that you wanted to break up. When he’d asked for further explanation, you’d simply run off to your room.

Frank wasn’t an idiot. The rest of the crew gave him looks filled with pity, and even Leo had offered to talk to you, to maybe see if there was more to the story, but Frank didn’t need him to do that. He knew what the story was, and couldn’t believe it took him this long to realise it. Of course your father must’ve been nagging you about your relationship too.

As a son of Mars, Frank was persistent. Whilst you muffled your sobs with your pillow, hugging the little teddy bear plushie he’d bought you, Frank began planning how he’d win you back. The one thing both Mars and Vulcan had forgotten to take into account was the fact that no matter how far apart you place them, opposites always attract.

[blackbird-brewster]

I was an anon that followed you because you were very kind to me when I was questioning if I was autistic or not. I think I was also discussing disabilities? I don't remember. But I suspect I may have fibromyalgia. My doctor is currently trying to get my low iron anemia dealt with and the fibro suspicion has been back burnered. Would you know at all if that's normal? Like doctors will find something to treat first before they move on to the 'invisible illness'?

Anyway, you're awesome and I appreciate how kind you are. The world needs kind people like you ❤️

Hello friend, thanks for your patience, I'm finally able to reply.

I'm so glad you're here and that me advice helped a bit in terms of your autism. I too have fibro so this reply will also be based on my own experiences.

I wish I could say this wasn't the norm, but from what I've experienced, yes -- doctors often try to diagnose/treat/fix things that can be treated/fixed before moving on to trying to diagnose and manage invisible illnesses. I think it's because doctors are taught from med school that their job is to fix patients, and when there's something that's chronic, something uncurable, they can feel a bit inept bc there's no satisfaction of 'hurray I fixed the thing, patient is cured!'

Not to mention how many doctors will refuse to believe patients have invisible illnesses simply because they are under educated about them or bc they just don't believe their patients. These doctors are huge red flags!!!! If you come across a doctor who blatantly tries to gaslight you about what you're experiencing, fucking run in the opposite direction. Get a second opinion if it's available to you!!!! You deserve to be heard and treated with respect and you deserve a doctor who treats you kindly.

If you have iron anaemia, there are going to be quite a few symptoms that overlap with fibromyalgia, and that might be why your doctor wants to get the anaemia under control first. If your anaemia symptoms stabilise, your doctor can see what symptoms are left and make a better educated diagnosis on whether you have fibro or some other type of chronic illness.

Unfortunately, chronic illnesses rarely exist by themselves, fibromyalgia has a whole host of common comorbidities and I can only speak to my own list of dx's and my other friends who have fibro, but because there can be multiple things going on at once, getting a proper dx of an invisible illness can take time.

I have had more tests and scans and seen more specialists than I can count. My life is a never ending rotation of appointments at this point, but each time something new happens, I try and stay patient until me and my doctors can figure out what's going on.

Fibro sucks friend. It really does and it's often misunderstood not only by medical professionals (although I feel like it's more known now than a decade ago when I first got a dx) but by friends and loved ones. Still, that doesn't give anyone the right to try and gaslight you or minimise what you're going through.

I hope your road to a diagnosis and treatment plan is a soft one, my love. I hope your pain eases soon. I'm always around to chat if you need an understanding ear!!! I'm so very proud of you for looking after yourself and for seeking help for your pain.

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

i love your metas! I just discovered them today and have spent all afternoon reading them. I have two part ask, if that's okay. Firstly, do you think a sensible version of bella could survive if she recognised early on that keeping on Edward's good side was her only survival option? and secondly, on the flip side, just how unhinged do you think bella could be before edward rejected her?

Ooh, both interesting questions, anon. Let's do this.

Sane Bella and the Yandere Simulator

Last time, on The Carnivorous Muffin's ridiculous blog, we covered what would happen to a sensible Bella who realizes the Cullens are not fluffy bunnies she should take home.

The long and short, Edward eats her.

Edward's romantic interest in Bella, the thing that has him fighting his own baser nature to keep her alive, is dependent on a few things.

One of those is Bella's interest in turn.

In time, if Bella truly was not interested in him, he would eat her. Alice tells us there's only two paths for Bella: death or vampire. Leaving her and walking away is never a true option for Edward.

So, Sane Bella loses Yandere Simulator because she doesn't realize the key aspect of Yandere Simulator: You Never Say No to Yandere.

However, you point out something interesting here, that this is a sensible Bella.

Sensible people do not immediately think they're playing Yandere Simulator. You don't run across people like Edward often, there aren't many of him, and while there are red flags early in Twilight Edward did a pretty good job of making them not particularly visible.

By the time we hit Eclipse he's pretty much thrown pretending to be nice and sane out the window. Luckily for Bella, that doesn't appear to bother her as much as it should.

Bella thinking "if I don't play along with this inhuman whack job he'll eat me", is paranoid lunacy. It is not the first conclusion a reasonable person would jump to.

That it happens to be the right conclusion is irrelevant.

But alright, I'll play ball.

Paranoid Bella and the Yandere Simulator

Bella is utterly paranoid and wearing her tin foil hat when she enters Forks. She remembers Biology very well and when Edward comes back and pretends to be nice she gives him a strained smile and thinks, "This motherfucker will eat me the moment my back is turned."

Bella considers travelling back to Florida, but that would be leading Edward to her mother, more it would be very easy to find Bella if he truly wished to.

Florida isn't an option.

Bella tries to keep her distance from Edward, hard when he sits next to her in Biology, but he seems willing to ignore her. Bella calms down a little, maybe this will work out.

Bella is nearly crushed by a van, desperately pretends she definitely did not see Edward fold that van like a pretzel. Nope, no siree Bob, Bella is concussed! She then stays awake all night in terror and OH GOD HE'S CLIMBING THROUGH HER WINDOW! HE'S GOING TO EAT HER IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT! HE KNOWS THAT SHE KNOWS!

Bella pretends to sleep, horrified, and Edward stays there all night. Staring.

(Edward, meanwhile, is realizing he's in love.)

Bella enters school a nervous wreck, waiting for that fateful Biology class and... Edward is studiously ignoring her. He doesn't even say hello.

Bella would be relieved, except he keeps sneaking into her bedroom at night, staring. Bella gets no sleep for weeks.

Then the blood testing happens and suddenly Edward is talking to her. He tells her they shouldn't be friends and he doesn't want to be friends, GREAT, EDWARD, THAT'S GREAT. But then it's very clear that he's after something, and Bella's spidey senses are tingling.

Edward doesn't want to be friends.

Oh, oh shit.

Suddenly, Edward sneaking into her room at night takes on a whole, new, sinister twist. First he'll rape her, then he'll eat her (or who knows, maybe vice versa, Bella certainly doesn't want to find out).

Bella is driven home by Edward (he insists) and enters the house to wheeze into a paper bag.

She thinks over her options.

Edward can crush cars, Bella trips over asphalt. Even if she wasn't Bella, there's no way she could outfight him even if she wanted to.

Edward was very concerned when he suspected that she knew, he likely still suspects and Bella's not a very good liar. Bella doesn't want to find out what happens to her if Edward realizes she really does know.

Edward appears to have a romantic interest in her. Does Bella really have the option of saying no?

Bella, still wheezing in her bag, comes to what seems like an inevitable decision. She must humor Edward at all costs. For the sake of her family, of her own life, she must play into his romantic overtures. Bella can't act but now, her life depends on it.

Well, Bella still can't act, but luckily for her Edward doesn't care.

Edward just thinks Bella's very jumpy, a little nervous and shy, and just plain weird (given he thinks Bella's just plain weird in canon this is not too far from normal events).

So Bella gets to live in terror for things like the meadow, where Edward talks about how easy it would be to eat her, how he contemplated murdering Biology in cold blood to eat her in the most efficient manner, how he loathed her for daring to smell delicious, how Alice warned him there was a good chance of him eating Bella in the meadow today, all while pressing his cheek against her hammering heartbeat.

"AH HA HA HA HA, EDWARD, YOU'RE SO CHARMING."

Edward invites Bella to the house. These creepy, man eating, people all meet her with smiles. Edward has composed her a lullaby. One of them, Alice, tells Bella they're going to be best friends.

"AH HA HA HA HA, EDWARD YOUR FAMILY IS SO NICE."

In other words, somehow, all of Twilight still happens because Bella is terrified of saying no.

At least, until Volterra. Given Bella's being hunted by Victoria, even had Bella not gone cliff diving eventually Alice would see her eaten and then black out as the wolves chased off Victoria instead.

Bella spends New Moon having a great time. Mostly. The Cullens are finally gone, she's free, she spends weeks on edge thinking they might come back.

Just when she starts to relax, fucking Laurent shows up and learns Victoria's trying to kill her. Because of Edward, because of course, it's always about Edward. WHY ARE VAMPIRES ALWAYS TRYING TO KILL HER?!

Regardless, Alice shows up and goes, "Bella, my god, you're alive!" And Bella dies inside. Alice Cullen is back. Oh no.

Bella pretends she's thrilled to see her. Alice, her best friend, her favorite demon. Hurray. Alice fills Bella in on the New Moon scoop, Bella pretends to be very invested. Then Alice gets the vision.

Edward has decided to commit suicide via the Volturi.

Bella has no problem with this, unfortunately, she realizes that Alice clearly has a problem with this. Alice fully expects Bella to run off to Italy to save Fucking Edward.

Once again, Bella isn't sure she's allowed to say no.

Bella runs to Italy, finds herself saving Edward's life, and then she's brought before the Volturi where she might very well be executed because Edward Cullen happened to involve her in this mess.

BELLA NEVER WANTED TO BE HERE.

Bella snaps. She's crying, she just can't take it anymore, and she finally loses her shit at Edward. SHE NEVER LOVED HIM! HE IS SCARY AND WON'T LEAVE HER ALONE! IF THEY'RE GOING TO KILL HER JUST DO IT NOW BECAUSE SHE CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE.

Aro watches Bella's mental breakdown in utter amazement. Naturally, while Marcus suspected something was funky with those two, Aro did not see this coming from Edward's perspective.

Aro offers Bella her out, it is unfortunately death or vampire, but vampire is very much an option and Aro will offer Bella sanctuary in the Volturi.

Bella takes that offer and runs with it.

Edward is devastated and blindsided.

Somehow, neither he nor Alice saw this one coming.

But to answer your question: Paranoid Bella survives Yandere Simulator By Defecting to the Volturi

How Unhinged Does Bella Have to Be For Edward to Dump Her?

He won't.

Remember, Edward in canon thinks there's something legitimately wrong with Bella. She doesn't think like normal people, she always makes the least rational choice, and he can't hear her thoughts.

Edward doesn't think Bella's gifted just that she's... different. (Bella, hilariously, immediately picks up that Edward's calling her a freak. Edward backtracks hard on that one.)

Bella's decisions also become increasingly ridiculous as the series goes on.

She stabs herself in the middle of a battle, she insists on having sex with him while human, she consorts with shapeshifters (to Edward this is lunacy), she picked up motorcycle riding, she threw herself off a cliff, she ran from his sweet protection to the reservation, she believes he doesn't love her, and she doesn't want to get married.

I imagine Edward thinks there isn't anywhere left for Bella to go. She's left the planet, unhinged is her middle name.

But none of that matters.

I already linked the Edward/Bella post I always link near the top so I'll just recap. For Edward, it's all about the blood, the silence, and the projection.

An unhinged Bella is still a delicious and silent Bella. He can still pretend she's Carlisle.

Even if Bella became addicted to cocaine, and ruined that sweet scent, it wouldn't tarnish her memory. He'd nurse her back to health, then eat her so she never relapses.

That's the trouble with Edward/Bella, it's not about Bella, not at all. You could replace her with sweet smelling cardboard and Edward would not notice a difference.

[botwstoriesandsuch]

I recently read Shades of blue after you rwcommended it and Oh My God was it worth it. That was beautiful and amazing and do you have any other recommendations?

✨MISSIONS ACCOMPLISHED✨

AAAAAA I’m so glad you read it!!! Honestly I’ve been waiting for someone to ask me for recs for awhile because I have.........a few...

Miscellaneous ships here, not just Revalink but the first lot are

- Pinesong by @a-perplexing-puzzle D-Do I even need to explain myself more??? I talk about this fic every other day of the week..... it’s just great vibes....soft and fluffy and angsty just *chef’s kiss* two gay boys searching through their old memories to remember how gay they are 

- Shades of Blue by @unapologetically-asexual OK I know original anon just said they read this but for you idiots that haven’t read it yet....uhhhh get on that. Nothing I could say would really advertise this fic better than this post

- somebody’s always looking (nothing’s quite as sweet) by @kouzaires One of my FAV Coffee shop AU’s for botw....so sof......so tender...........so warrmmmmm.............they characters are written so well.....just love it...a lot

- Broken Spirits by @legendoftoad It’s just AAAAAAAAAA??!!? My boys are hurting and the malice for half of it is frickin doing things to my boy and then of course you got your PTSD themes meddled in there and hnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhghgh my hurt/comfort itch is sufficiently scratched go read

- Linger On by ICanFlyHigher [idk if they have a tumblr] Ok I actually haven’t finished this fic yet but it’s been recommended time and time again so I’ve been reading this in my spare time I’m on like Chapter 12 or 13 I think but I can say with CERTAINTY that the writing is fantastic and tender moments are off the charts and my boys are so precious and also the Yiga are actually cool in this so that’s nice

- Learning Flight by homewardbound This is just *chefs kiss* *standing ovation* *throws confetti in the air* quality quality Revalink. Just a delicious chocolate cake of botw and Revalink. You got your mysterious Revali waking up 105 years later batter, and your angsty PTSD gay boys duo chocolate chips, and then you can chuck in some engaging sideplot elements as a few tall tiers, and then the cake is all whipped up with the wooden spoon of subtextual writing just mmmm delicious. and ALSO I betaed a thing that is gonna happen and let me tell you shit is gonna happen like VERY IMPORTANT SUPER COOL plot twists be happening so you better read it 

- Conversations After The End Of The World by @bismuthllie Ok this one’s a oneshot but I always go back and read it because...idk it just strums my heart strings a lot...I’ve said Pinesong was my first big Revalink fic I’ce read, but this was like...my first, first piece of Revalink content I read ever so...yeah <3 ....and also the art for this comic is fantastic too even thought it gives me the emotions......hahaha ok Revali it’s time to stop being dead

- I See You Swimming In The Sky by @unavoidablekoishi OK OK I know my logic isn’t the best considering it’s the only Revali/Mipha fic I’ve read, but god dammit it’s the best Revpha fic I’ve ever read I still need to catch up cause I’m like 3 chapters behind but this fic CONVERTED me ok, miphvali went from a “huh yeah the art is nice I can kinda see it” to “THAT FISH IS SIMPING FOR THE BIRD 24/7 AND THEY DESERVE EACH OTHER″ This is some *claps* GOOD. SHIT. Ok? *slaps roof of fic* This bad boy can fit so much charming characterization and interaction (and also has made me scream both happily and not happily on several occasions)

- Guardian of The Wilds by @no-themes-just-memes in which I constantly miscall it “Guardian of the Wild” because I’m stupid This isn’t so much a ship fic but it’s so cool Link is a spirit, Urbosa and Zelda’s mom are a thing, Zelda is HERE and she is AMAZING like no spoilers but holy shit Zelda is here and slaying in more ways than one and riding Satori and hhnnnnhhhhhhhh it’s all about those ~plot twists~ and tone changes ya know? very very very nice...

- Firebird by @paellaplease Oh no, it’s Kip’s obligatory Firebird gush whoopsie poopsie who would have guessed surely not me. This is just my standard for Oc ship content now it’s so good I am gay for one fire girl Maiya is my spirit animal and I just wanna cup her in my hands softly even though I know she would probably burn me for it but it would totally be worth it. The writing is just superb and I am also gay for great imagery and action which this is chalk full of so go read it 

Ok it’s actually 2am right now and I still need to finish a bunch of AP work so I’m just gonna speed run the rest of these recs

@echogekkos writes such cute and soft Miphlink fics that are on my top tier list like this one and oh crap this post made me realize Healing Touch updated crap there are so many things I need to read and catch up on anyways want more miphlink angst? BOOM read the inspiration for eternity by Merakkli and oh what’s that? You want deep lore that was custom made with lots of hot ocs in a fic that spans way beyond BOTW welp here’s Hyrule Bound a universe entirely created by @themisadventurescrew which is yet another fic series that I am behind on crap but oh shit @kittmoon has started a chapter fic called Jaded Seas recently so you should go read that but also all of their oneshots are great as well so you should follow them and did I mention that everyone I’ve tagged are people you should follow because yeah anyhow here’s a crackfic about Goron children that had me shaking out of either fear or confusion for a few days by @angsttronaut ok moving on @thatsnotzelda writes beautifully just take a look at this angsty Revalink thing and also bambambambam you’ve been ambushed by @hatenostorms @going-fancognito @ashrel @lizards-writing-blog so now go request some from them because I said so they’re great also uhhh @idiotic-canadian and @moonchildrenn [Pins_and_Patches on ao3] hate happiness but that’s ok because I get to be emotionally wrecked by their angst and whump hurray! wait fUCK I completely forgot to rec this earlier but my first Zelpha fic was this gorgeous Coffeeshop AU by @theseventhsage called Dreaming of Coffee and Love so go read that *flipping through entire history of ao3* let’s see let’s see... All of the Rito Chronicles by  sturms_sun_shattered is great, and this Teba/Harth one is also a fav and oh CRAP my zelink content is just everything by @fatefulfaerie because it’s just *throws colorful streamers in the air* pretty and I love their writing welp I’m about to collapse lets just end it off with the z’s like @zzariyo and @zeawesomebirdie on ao3  they are some pretty radical french fries if i do say so myself and and ok ok read this other Zelpha coffee au which is also by @kouzaires and this Modern au also by @unavoidablekoishi ok that’s all I can remember right now bye 

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GOSH I LOVE YOUR WRITING PROMPTS!!

I thought, I too might as well request the goods <3. “Reality is even better than my dreams.” #8

Male V x Kerry

Hello Anon, thank you for your prompt and for the kind wwords, and please, forgive me for the delay!!! As you might have gathered from previous posts, this little challenge got away from me and evolved into something a lot bigger for some of the prompts. I came back to something a little more reasonable here!

And: Hurray! We are officially done with all the prompts!!! Again I would like to thank every one of you who prompted me, I really loved doing this. I also want to do it again but I need to concentrate on the Big Bang Challenge for now ;).

Regarding this prompt in particular, I loved it because it gave me an excuse to go into the fluff category, even with the sex. So get an appointment with your dentist because this is rotten sweet. It's soft, it's tender, it's gentle, there is not an ounce of violence of angst here ahah. And I think it's a good ending for this session of prompts.

I'll stop here before getting too emotional. The story is under the cut as always, but I had to make the cut right at the begining because we jump right into it, and when I say "it", I mean sex of course.

Adulation

Whorship

Kerry liked being on top. He loved ridding V, the muscles of his thighs contracting as he cantered on V’s cock. And when it happened, V could barely breath as he watched the mesmerizing show of light brown skin undulating over firm but discreet abs. In the mansion, the light was soft and diffuse as sun rose over the hill. The first lights of day made Kerry appear god-like. The sun touched his cyberware, making the gold sparkle and the dark polymer of his vocal implant glitter. It made the sweat covering his body shine and V could barely believe his eyes.

Hands tightening over Kerry’s hips, he saw the older man smile mischievously just before he changed the cadence to something even slower. It was like watching a movie in slow motion; everything seemed starker that way.

“Breath, V,” Kerry laughed, pausing for a second to stroke his cheek and indeed, V gulped a mouthful of air between trembling lips. His eyes were certainly feverish, reflecting the absolute devotion he felt for this man. Flexing his abs made his cock move inside Kerry, who moaned around a smile and threw his head back. V surged to kiss his exposed throat, prompting another whimper from the guitarist. Kerry frowned and opened his mouth a fraction to sigh softly. The merc kissed him, bit his lower lip while trailing his hands in the short white hair. He started moving in increment, following the sounds Kerry made to adjust angle and cadence.

It was so rare that they had this kind of slow love-making. Kerry preferred is fast and on the verge of too rough. But V was a hedonist, he loved to work for hours before bringing his partners to climax. Nothing got him more than seeing them lose it after literal eternities of sweet torture. And today, when V had come back from a gig and slid in bed after showering as the first lights of day appeared, Kerry had only grunted, kissed him before moving over him. They had started like this, just slow kissing and grinding against each other until the singer was a fraction more awake.

“Fuck!” Kerry cursed, “Fuck me,” he added, opening plaintive eyes as he tried to make V accelerate and deepened his stance to rock his hips harder. “Fuck me, please.”

With a curse of his own and a panted breath, V closed his eyes and buried his face in his partner’s neck before putting his hands over the small of his back. Whole body tensing, he reversed their position carefully. Kerry let out a surprised mewl followed by a small laugh that turned into a long keen when V snapped his hips forward swiftly.

Then the merc stilled, buried as deep as he could and watched Kerry lashes flicker over his eyes as he laced his feet behind V’s back and tried to move him. But the man just let his weight drop on his partner, effectively caging him until Kerry whined in frustration.

“I said fuck me, V, not stop.”

But his output only kissed him on the forehead, then let his lips trail toward his jaw. He bit it softly just as he started moving. Kerry huffed and relaxed against the bed, stroking his cheek and putting a hand over his neck. He closed his eyes, threw his head backward against the pillow and let V have his way.

Looking at him intently, V pushed them to a slow and languorous rhythm, shifting until Kerry gasped and moaned again. Then he kept himself there and moved back and forth in little moves. After about a minute, Kerry started arching off the bed, and his eyes opened wide as he gulped breaths between soft moans. All the while, V continued to look at him, drinking every flicker of pleasure off his face.

Then Kerry tried to touch his own cock and V caught his wrist to prevent him from doing so. He pushed it by his head and held it there.

“V, please!” Kerry cried out, straining against him, but the merc continued rocking his hips at the same pace.

“Fuck, ok, ok, please,” the rocker mumbled as tremors started coursing through him. And then he stopped breathing, his mouth widening around a silent shout. It got expelled as a long keen when his cock started vibrating with his release. And V didn’t stop, pumping slowly through it until a shudder ran all over Kerry.

The merc smiled and huffed, bending down to kiss his partner and lick into his mouth. Kerry responded with a long and muffled moan, arms going around V’s shoulders. The merc eyes flickered softly when the singer playfully clenched around him.

“Again?” Kerry murmured. And, kissing him, V nodded.

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Later, after he had gotten Kerry off a second time and had come deep into him, they laid tangled in the messy sheets. Kerry was on the verge of going back to sleep, V could tell, so he was slowing down his caresses and lightening his touches.

“You have a way of looking at me,” the older man declared in a whisper as the pink of the sky turned bluer.

V smiled and nodded.

“Like I’m… I don’t know,” the rocker hesitated. He didn’t dare voice what he thought he saw in V’s eyes, for fear it would shatter if called upon.

“Like you’re perfect and I want to worship at your altar for the rest of my life?” V asked with utter tenderness.

Kerry nodded, a small frown appearing between his brows.

“That’s actually what worries me. I don’t want you to worship me, V.”

With a huff, the merc nuzzled the musician’s neck before playfully peaking at him.

“Only just in bed? Please?”

It was clear that Kerry was fighting off a smile, heart melting at how cute V could turn sometimes.

“I’m serious. That’s not how I want it to be between us.”

“I know, and I promise you, I see you, in all your perfect and ugly glory.” He replied with a modicum of severity to show his good faith. “But it’s just... It’s hard not to, when this is like a dream come true.” He confessed, and the other man’s frown deepened before curiosity won over.

With a mischievous smile, V traced his finger over Kerry’s lips.

“I was maybe ten or eleven the first time I saw you. It was your homecoming concert here in Night-City, back from the Dark Confessions’ Tour.”

Kerry was now wide awake, looking at V with riveted eyes.

“Sofian and I, he was one of my friends from Heywood, had sneaked in by a back entrance. His brother had been working here as security. The goal was to pick-pocket everything we could and bring it back outside. As kids, we would get off easy if we were caught.” V paused, reliving the memory himself.

“But the moment you came on stage, I completely forgot about that and stood dumbly in the middle of the crowd. I think I vaguely remember Sofian shaking me but the only thing it got me doing was getting closer to you.”

Eyes running tenderly over the rocker’s face, V touched their noses together.

“I was a scrawny kid, got between the legs of the fans and by all the gods, you had some hardcore ones! They were literally swooning in the front row!”

At that, Kerry chuckled with a wince.

“Yeah I know, there is a dedicated Trauma Team for that at every one of my concert.” He confessed.

“Well, I nearly got trampled by them but I just had to get closer. And there I was, squished between a woman who was losing her shit and two young men in tears as they professed their undying love for you.” He paused, shifting a bit to stretch his body and then cuddled back against Kerry. “But they had the right idea, because that’s exactly what I felt too. You already had the blue eyes, but your hair was not that white. And your voice, fuck, Ker! I can still remember how it vibrated through my chest.”

V’s voice was rough, full of the emotions the memory still brought.

“After the concert, Sofian was looking at me like I had lost my mind and I thought I might have too. And that night, when I laid in my shitty bed, I lost sleep thinking about you.”

Kerry couldn’t help but smile at that, although there was clear doubt in his eyes, like he couldn’t believe he had had such effect on a kid.

“You were also my gay awakening,” V concluded with a grin, which the musician returned before freezing. His expression turned mischievous.

“V… Are you telling me you jerked off thinking of me?”

And the merc honestly blushed. He had not anticipated this when he had started the story.

“I did not.”

“Liar.” Kerry laughed. “I don’t know if I’m honored or weirded out.” He added, looking at the ceiling with a quizzical expression. There was a moment of silence before V felt it coming: with a grin like the Cheshire Cat, Kerry asked:

“What did you imagine, in that little head of yours?”

With a groan, V turned on his back and hid behind his hands.

“Nothing! I did not wank thinking of you!”

“The Nile is not just a river in Egypt, V. Come on, you gotta tell me now, I’m curious!”

With a long-suffering sigh, V kept his hands over his face and mumbled something. Raising himself on one elbow, Kerry caught his hands and pulled them off his face. His gaze had gentled a bit, and he took one hand to his lips, kissing the knuckles.

“You’re right, maybe it’s weird,” he declared after muzzling against V’s palm. The younger man looked at him with a tender expression.

“I was pathetically obsessed with you Ker. It was not just physical. I dreamed that one day I would be this awesome man that would sweep you off your feet. I had all these little scenarios about saving you from gangs like in the movies. Or colliding with you, you know, spilling coffee on each other and exchanging looks while apologizing and all that jazz…”

Once again, Kerry grinned and shook his head.

“You were so cute.”

“Well, I’ll admit I had… other fantasies… Later. When I was older.”

“Really? Pray tell, what were those fantasies?” Kerry wondered with laughing eyes and heat simmered again in his pupils.

Reaching to Kerry’s face, V stoked his cheek gently.

“Doesn’t matter, reality is even better than my dreams,” he murmured, gaze turning serious once again. The musician’s smile slipped off his face too, chased away by the tide of emotion that had suddenly risen between them.

“And I’ll fucking fight to keep it,” he vowed in the same tone.

Both men looked at each other in silence. The sun bathed the room in a fuzzy yellow. Kerry sighed and laid back down over V’s chest, letting the other man embrace him.

They stayed in silence for a long moment, so long V started to relax and was ready to answer the call of sleep.

“Did you get to see any other of my concerts?” Kerry wondered in a soft voice.

“I was a dirt-poor kid, Ker. Of course not. But I kinda collected everything I could about you. I was such a gossip when it came to your life…” he murmured. “But when I grew-up, I also recognized it for what it was: a teenager’s crush. I didn’t know the real you at all.”

V stopped, yawned and turned his head to kiss Kerry’s hair.

“Meeting you for real certainly was a surprise… I won’t lie, my inner fanboy had a seizure when he saw you barely covered the first time.” He admitted with a self-depreciating expression, “But the adult me knew you were just another man. A man I had yet to know. A man I wanted to know.”

“And now? Now that you know me?” Kerry breathed in the liminal space between them.

“Now? Now I love you. For real.”

Link to the master post for the other fills here.

[itsclydebitches]

(WLW anon) I really don’t like the “bad rep is better then none at all”. I hate that. We should want good rep, because bad rep has been used time and time again by homophobes as to say we shouldn’t get representation. To me it’s not “gay can have the same flaws as het”, it’s “fix the flaws in the het”. Also I know Renora being independent was a good, I was just saying in comparison BB. Also, yes, they were separated, but also didn’t stop thinking about each other. Especially bad with Yang.

Indulge me for a moment because I want to take a trip down memory lane and list some—just some—of the queer rep that has been important to me over the years:

Ellen comes out both as herself and as her character… years later, she’s a hated millionaire who is criticized for how she treats her staff

The wildly influential Buffy gives us two women entering a loving relationship… except then Tara is killed off, Willow goes evil for a time, and Buffy comes under fire for Joss Whedon’s everything

The beloved and respectable headmaster of one of the most popular book series ever published is revealed to be gay… except it doesn’t count because it wasn’t in the text and now all of Harry Potter is cancelled because JKR is transphobic

Kurt is an unambiguously gay teen in a hugely popular TV series, acting as one of the first overt representations a generation has seen… except he’s way too stereotypical and Glee is a joke now

Orange is the New Black gives us a number of queer women, including one of our first trans characters… but isn’t it problematic that they’re all criminals?

Brooklyn Nine-Nine hosts an out gay captain and gives us a bisexual coming out story that resonated with many, myself included… except now we’re supposed to hate all the characters on principle because they’re cops

Korra and Asami walk off into the spiritual sunset together… but they never kiss or anything, so that doesn’t count either

Steven Universe gives us a queer relationship and a wedding… but it’s an issue that this is just a kid’s show and, really, does it count when the rep is embodied by space rocks whose entire species only creates a single gender? Feels like a cop-out

Same with Good Omens. Yeah, Crowley and Aziraphale clearly love each other… but you never see them kiss or declare their intentions. It’s great ace rep though! Unless you want to level the criticism that asexual characters are always nonhuman

A character intended to be a minor guest becomes a show staple and eventually declares his love for one of the two main characters… except then Castiel immediately dies, Dean doesn’t respond, and they never meet on screen again

I finished Queen’s Gambit the other day and the main character had a one-night stand with a woman! … but everyone is talking about how bisexuality is used to represent her lowest point, so that’s bad too

I could go on for literal pages. Some of these arguments I agree with (Dumbledore), others I’ve pushed back against quite strongly (Crowley and Aziraphale), but all of them are valid criticisms depending on what part of the queer community you’re in and what your expectations are. My point here is that it’s all “bad rep.” I mean that seriously. If anyone reading this is scrambling for the comment section to say why [insert media title here] is actually fantastic rep, I guarantee that someone disagrees. Or if they don’t, give it some time. Just wait until the characterization becomes offensively outdated, or another part of the story ruins the relationship, or it comes out that the author did something truly horrific, or the terminology changes and it’s labeled as “problematic” now… just wait. At some point, any rep we feel is good rep now will be criticized, cancelled, and dragged through the mud. The rep that I personally haven’t seen much push-back against—like the beloved Captain Jack Harkness in Doctor Who, or Schitts Creek that just won a ton of awards—is wrapped up in the criticism, “So it’s all just about able-bodied, cis, (mostly) white dudes, huh? :/”  Even the argument that queer characters need to be written by queer authors doesn’t hold up. I absolutely adored Sense8. “Wow, a gay main character in a loving relationship with another gay man, both of whom enter a loving poly relationship with a woman, another lesbian trans main character who marries the love of her life on screen, an entire cast arguably queer due to them sharing orgy scenes centered around the emotional intimacy they share, everyone survives, and this was written by two trans women! Great, right?” Well, not according to the wealth of opinions explaining how Sense8 is horrible rep, actually. Every piece of rep we’ve got is either currently flawed or will become flawed in the future.

So what do we do with that?

That’s where my “I’d rather have bad rep than no rep at all” comes in. For me, that’s not waving the white flag. That’s not an oath that I won’t expect better rep in the future (I do) or that I won’t criticize the rep we get (BOY DO I), but rather just an acknowledgement of reality. The vast majority—if not the entirety—of rep is “bad rep” in one way or another, but I’d still rather have it than nothing at all. Because I’ve lived just long enough and studied media just enough to know what nothing looked like. It was watching all queer characters meet untimely deaths. Before that it was watching queer characters be derided and treated as jokes. Before that it was nothing but coding, where queer characters didn’t exist except in our own headcanons and interpretations. Obviously “bad rep” covers a very large range of issues and “They haven’t even confirmed this relationship yet” is a bigger issue than “This queer character embodies one or two, mild stereotypes,” but ultimately I’d take any of it over nothing at all. And enjoying what we’ve currently got doesn’t mean I’m willing to settle for it indefinitely.

To use an iffy analogy, imagine there’s a factory. This factory makes plates. So. Many. Plates. Big plates, small plates, plain plates, decorative plates, plates for every possible occasion in your life—and everyone with a steak for dinner is pleased as punch. You though? You’ve got soup. You need a bowl. Your entire life you’ve been struggling to eat your soup off a plate (it doesn’t work) and listening to friends and family claim that the plate with a slightly raised edge could be a bowl if you squint (it’s not). To say it’s frustrating is an understatement.

But then, one day, the factory starts producing bowls too. Hurray! Except as soon as you get your hands on one, you’re told you really shouldn’t be using it, let alone praising it. Look at the state of that bowl! It’s cracked right down the middle, ugly as hell, shoddily made all around… you’re not really going to settle for that, are you? And no, you obviously still want the factory to produce better bowls, but at the same time, this is a bowl. You’ve never gotten one before and you can finally enjoy your meal, even if the soup leaks at times. Sometimes a lot. But you’re still feeling better about your meal than you ever have before. And what you then begin to realize is that lots of the plates are a mess too. They also have cracks, they’re also ugly, many are also shoddily made. The difference is that the factory is producing so many plates at such a rapid pace that every steak eater is able to get by. One plate breaks completely? You’ve got a thousand fallbacks. Don’t like the look of this one? A thousand other options. You disagree about what “shoddily made” means? Luckily there are enough plates that everyone can find what they prefer! But the bowls… there’s only a few. Some are really expensive. Others are only available for a limited time before they suddenly disappear. Your bowl breaks and you have to wait months, years sometimes, to get another one. You’re constantly told to go buy this one obscure bowl no one else has heard about and yeah, you like it... but you’d also like to buy one of the bowls everyone is already enjoying. You find yourself looking at the plates and thinking, “I’d like that. I’d like to have so many options that the flaws, while still a problem, are much more bearable.” You’re still going to demand that the factory get its shit together, you’re still going to (rightly) complain about the awful quality of your bowl… but it’s still nice to have a bowl, period. There are still things you like about it, even if it’s a mess: the color, the size, the beauty of the shape of it. Its potential. You’re still pleased you have something to enjoy and that helps serve the need you’re looking to fill, even if that something is imperfect.

That’s “bad rep is better than no rep.” To bring this very long response back to Blake/Yang, I don’t think their problems negate their benefits. Is their relationship currently non-canonical and filled with a number of writing issues everyone has a right to be angry about? Yup. I express that anger a great deal. Are they still half of a team on a very popular show that is (presumably) set to be canonized as queer? Yup. I’d much rather live in a world where big shows like RWBY try to include queer rep and fail in a multitude of ways—with the expectation and hope that they’ll continue to improve—rather than in a world where authors a) don’t care or b) are too scared to try. Because that’s where a “good rep or no rep” stance leads. The danger isn’t homophobes because they’re, well, homophobes. It doesn’t matter if the rep is good or not, they hate it on principle. But if queer authors writing for other queer identities, or allies writing queer identities, or even queer authors writing their own experiences (like in Sense8) continually come under non-stop fire for their attempts… there’s a good chance that many people won’t ever try. We’re already seeing that here on tumblr with young authors admitting that they wouldn’t touch [insert topic here] with a ten-foot pole because just look at what happens when you get it wrong. And authors will get things wrong because authors are fallible people forever unlearning their own ignorance. So though it might sound strange coming from a blog that has turned into such a RWBY critical space, I am glad that RWBY’s queer rep exists, despite all the frustrations that I share about it. I think a RWBY with various types of “bad” queer rep is better than a RWBY with no queer rep at all, particularly when “bad” or “good” is so intensely subjective. There’s a middle ground between passively accepting whatever we’re given, and tearing into rep with such ferocity that we end up rejecting it all. There’s a space where we can be critical of rep and embrace the parts that work for us, simultaneously.

I hope and expect the het rep will get better too, but… that’s never going to happen instantly. To quote RWBY, there’s no magic wand we can wave to fix all our problems. Rather, it will take slow, plodding, meandering, lifetimes’ worth of work to see that change occur and I personally don’t want to spend the one life I have waiting for that perfect rep to show up. Because it’s unlikely that it will. While we work, I’d rather find the good in what rep we’ve already got.  

[writtenonreceipts]

Good afternoon!! I wanted to let you know that you are really inspiring so yesterday I planned a little story and today I started writing it!! It's not fandom related (not in a canon way anyway lol), but now that I have exams out of my way for a few months I really wanted to write again.

The fact that I outlined all the story is kinda shocking, I never planned my writings before. Do you usually do it for your multi-chapter fanfics? Or just go with the flow?

-Starry anon🌌

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Yay! Being done with finals is such a great feeling.  And hurray for new projects!! That is so awesome! Starting a new story is so much fun and exciting! I love new stories and working to create them.

And you are so kind, I'm honored that you find me inspiring. It honestly feels like I'm only held together by chocolate and caffeine right now.

I wish I was a better outliner. Really. With most of my recent projects, I have started outlines to follow but as I write, the story takes a complete left turn and goes in a different direction. I tend to fly by the seat of my pants, as my writing certainly shows. 😅 I don’t know what it is, but I just seem to love ignoring laid out plans.

When I do outline I’ve started to follow advice given by “Save The Cat,” it's a book for screenplay and novel writing. Jessica Brody I believe helped develop and adapt the novel version. And Brandon Sanderson, he has taped lectures on YouTube.  I love Sanderson’s novels in general, it helps he is an awesome human with a really great grasp of the writing process.

So what I try to do is come up with the main points I want to have happen. Like in one of my OG books...

The Queen of Kingdom A tries to capture a godlike creature/demon to end a war between her people and an invading country

The only solution is a (forced) marriage treaty between her and cruel king of Kingdom B

The is forced to go to the invading country B, leaving her kingdom behind.

The queen’s brother determines to save her. He makes an unwise compromise with a god.

How far with the brother go to to get the queen back to her kingdom?

So, I go through different things I want to happen that I know will shape the progress of the book/story and then I go in and add little details of either foreshadowing, character development and world building.

Something else I find really helpful, especially when working on larger projects is to dive into particular details specific to the world. For the book I talk about above, the demonlike creatures have cat-like bodies with wings that vary from resembling bats to eagles. As I pound out these details I move into what significance they play in the world--they attack humans without reason and are effecting the way of life between these two kingdoms. Something has to change. This leads to the mentioned war and then results in the forced marriage treaty.

I try and look for connections between the world to the magic to the characters/people and how they all play a part in shaping the other. I think developing these details and main ideas of focus first helps create a more cohesive plot as a whole. Then when working in how characters react to situations and how their own motivation plays into the progression of the story.

Anyway, this is just what I do and how I’ve started approaching my outlines/writing and worldbuilding.

For short stories, I think the same rule of thumb applies too.  And these are some questions and things that I follow along with that too:

What’s the problem?  What caused the problem?  Who is involved with the problem and why should we root for them?  How can we solve the problem?  Are there false leads we can explore?  How do the characters react to these situation?

[a-kind-of-merry-war]

Hi!! I really like your writing and I wanted ask for some advice if that isn't too weird ??

I'm trying to write my first multi-chapter fic for the Witcher fandom, but I literally have no idea how long the chapters should be... they're each clocking in at about 1700 words rn but is that too small? Too much??

Basically how do you write so amazingly while keeping yourself sane XD

Ahh, hello anon! Thank you so much for the compliment, gosh, and the answer is: I am very much not sane. Hurray!

So, I am a mess when it comes to chapter length. My go-to is usually anywhere between 3-5k, but (as you can probably tell) I never stick to that. One of the chapters in We Could Be Married is like, 3k, and one is nearly 10k. Usually my advice is to make sure they’re of a consistent length, but clearly I don’t do that, so.... yeah.

I think the best advice I can give you is to trust yourself to know when the chapters are “done”. Some chapters are longer, some are shorter. Each chapter (generally) contains its own mini-arc, of sorts, and I tend to end them on an “oh what happens next” note, which isn’t necessarily a good thing!

Sometimes I’ll write a really long chapter and think I should split it out, but there’s no place where I can split it out without ruining the narrative, or making it too jumpy. The second chapter of I Will Not Kiss You was “too long”, but if I split it, the narrative would have suffered for it, so I chose not to.

Basically... trust your instincts! If you think a chapter is “done”, it probably is. Often, you might look back on a long chapter and find a natural place for a chapter break, but if there isn’t one, don’t try to force it. Often a storyline I think is going to take one chapter suddenly takes two - and that’s fine too.

So... go with the flow, trust yourself, and have fun, anon! This is only fanfic, after all 💖

[marjansmarwani]

congrats on 1k!!! i haven’t had the time to read all your prompts (hurray the beginning of school) but i think i can this weekend and i am v excited :) i’ve been watching them all come up on my dash and can’t wait to read them -lefty anon

Aww, thank you lefty anon! I really appreciate you taking the time to send me such a sweet message! Believe me when I say that I understand - the first two days of school for me have wiped me out and I doubt there will be anymore prompts posted for the next few days. Which gives you some time to catch up, I guess! Regardless, thank you for sending this - it means a lot to know that you are excited to read them! 💕

[caswellprmanager]

I would love to write some sort of fix-it fic that explains the kind of injury both Ricky and Ashlyn have but not as dramatic, as letting Ricky fall, face first, at that height... but... I'm worried about characterization.

i have a piece of advice for you anon: fanfiction is free reign. its a world of endless possibilities. im pretty sure most of my fics both in this fandom and in others are not always faithful to canon.

and thats okay.

write for you! if someone happens to like it too then hurray! dont worry about trying to fit with the popular/fanon/canon interpretation of the character. fic writing is all about what you want to write. and i promise you, everything will feel so much easier if you just dont give a fuck what other people think.

[the-amazing-spider-bi]

Prompt: Write a scene about the Hargreeves as children, please! (Vanya is my favorite, please include her too)

hi anon!! thank you so much for prompting me anon that is so so so nice!!!!i almost had no idea what to write until i remembered that the Hargreeves canonically went to school since Allison got into the soccer team and like… iconic. where’s the breakfast club au. anyway i’m not sure this is was you wanted but here it is anyway (or on ao3 if you like that better)

As Vanya and Five talked about extensively, her sitting under his bedsheets with crossed legs and a flashlight, they couldn’t understand why Dad insisted on making them attend middle school. 

He insisted even though he didn’t approve on any of their friendships with the other kids - not Five and Vanya’s, of course, who had no friends because Five didn’t like people and Vanya was as painfully shy as she was terrible at small talk, but the others who were better than them at talking to people. He insisted even though Pogo, Grace and he could certainly teach them better than any of the people employed there. He insisted even though all the parents kept protesting due to that time a supervillain tried to murder them in their Algebra class and ruined everyone’s grade on their finals. (Five thought they were just bad at Maths. Vanya stuck through the worst of it and got a passing grade. God, he got a B+, and he was fighting the supervillain for, like, half the exam.)

Dad, of course, didn’t care much for soccer parents’ opinions, or activities for that matter - he had never been to any school event in his life, which the other parents disapproved of in hushed tones in between glasses of mimosa. In his own words, their kids were no more unsafe from supervillains than from lone gunmen and it wasn’t like the government was doing anything about the later, so why should he? The world was dangerous, and you could die any day, they should just get on with their lives, pay for some self-defense classes for their brats, some Maths tutoring while they were at it, and stop bothering him.

And that was how they got stuck in assembly, which was the single most useless thing on Earth, in Five’s opinion. (Vanya had started listing useless things to pass the time as they ignored the speech in front of them: man’s tailbone, mosquitoes leaving bites when they sucked your blood, ties, itchy sweaters, sporks. Five only corrected her accurateness for some of those.)

So it was here, in the middle of the hall, as everyone else in school sat there on uncomfortable folding chairs that made Five’s back hurt like an old man’s and pretended to pay attention, Klaus gasped dramatically and pointed at Vanya. 

That in itself was not an unusual occurrence: Klaus, after all, did everything in a dramatic way, and was known to be rude to his siblings, and so Five decided to do what he did best and ignore him. 

Klaus, on the other hand, would not let himself be ignored.“Five!” he called out.

“That’s my number, yes,” Five answered, refusing to turn around, and Vanya hid her smirk by ducking her head.

“Five,” Klaus insisted, and he grasped his hand. Five stole it away quickly, because his siblings and him were twelve now, and they didn’t do silly things like holding hands, like babies. 

Klaus pouted and tugged at his sleeve and repeated: “Fiiive.”

“This could go all afternoon, you know,” Vanya pointed out, still pretending she was not smiling. She was right, of course. Vanya often was, and this was why she was his favorite. 

In that case, she was especially more so than usual, since they were hiding in the back of the room pretending to listen to some weird lady with homemade puppets who had been invited to the assembly for mysterious purposes. Allison was on another corner of the room openly laughing with some of the other girls, but no one was going to bother her for not listening, because she was class president and popular and also could make people do whatever she wanted anyway. Luther was sitting behind her and falling asleep on Diego’s shoulder, about five minutes away from being violently shoved away - Five was watching them with riveted eyes waiting for the inevitable disaster, and Vanya pretended to think he was being terrible but also watched as if she was at the movies.

Klaus, on the other hand, was sitting with Ben right behind them, and not content with being quiet until the lady stopped talking about bullying and the dangers of cliques.

“She is right, you know,” Klaus pointed out, useless. “I am nothing if not persistent. In fact, one could say this is my real power right here.”

“Being a pain in the ass?” Five supplied, enjoying a little the way Vanya squirmed uncomfortably at the swear word. She was such a goody-two-shoes.

“Yes. That’s how I beat the Magician, you know - I just kept talking and talking and talking and talking and-”

“He threw you out?”“No, actually, he tried to kill me and set off his own trap, but you know,” Klaus shrugged. “Anyway, as I was, in fact, saying,” he inhaled before bellowing: “Fiiiii-”

Vanya clamped a hand over his mouth fast, shushing him in panic. The teacher shot them a dark look. Five did his best to look innocent (unconvincingly), and she froze like a deer in headlights, sheepish as she almost always looked. Klaus didn’t even care, and instead licked Vanya’s hand, prompting a disgusted eww and her taking it off and pouting as she wiped it on her blazer. She didn’t punch him, because she was Vanya and she didn’t shove her siblings nearly as much as they shoved each other, so Five took it upon himself and kicked his chair. The teacher decided to move on. A wise woman. 

“Stop being a jerk, Klaus,” Ben said absently, turning the next page on his book. He had taken it out about five minutes into the speech and had not been reprimanded by any teacher, because he was everyone’s favorite, and rightfully so, but still - unfair.“

Thank you so much for the help, Number Four,” Five said.

“You’re welcome.”

“I was being sarcastic.”

“I know.”

“What did you want to tell us, Klaus?” Vanya said in a whisper that was very much like a plea.

Klaus pouted. “He’s not even listening to me.”

“When am I ever?” Five said before he added when Vanya narrowed her eyes at him: “What is up with you then, Klaus?”

“Loads of things,” Klaus said most unhelpfully. “I have a very fascinating life and I’m full of insights.”

“No he doesn’t,” Ben interrupted.

“What do you know about it, tentacle boy?” Klaus snapped, but Ben only smirked. “Anyway, I was thinking-”

“Dangerous pastime,” Five said. Vanya chuckled quietly.

“-because, you know, I was sitting right behind you, and I was trying not to pay attention to creepy puppet lady because I met her eye and I swear to god she winked at me-”

“In your dreams, maybe,” Ben quipped. 

“-which is scandalous since I’m saving myself for our Lord and savior Jesus Christ, thank you very much. Who are they even letting into our schools these days? God, everything is falling apart. Anyway, as I was saying… What was I saying?”

Vanya rolled her eyes so deeply Grace would warn her about getting stuck like this, and Five tried not to laugh at the face she made.

“Yes! Five. Right,” Klaus began again. “I was looking at your backs, and, lo and behold! You finally grew taller than her. Hurray! Can I get some applause for our little brother over here? I feel like we should applaud.”

Five turned to Vanya so fast he might have gotten whiplash and - for once, Klaus wasn’t lying. He was taller than her, for the first time since forever. Not that Five cared about petty business like that, except for how he did and he couldn’t shake the elation as his sister glanced up and down at him and grimaced in displeasure. (She used to be taller than all of them before they turned ten and Luther, Diego, Allison and Klaus started outgrowing her. Five and Ben still trailed behind. It was becoming embarrassing.)

Even then he just shrugged lazily and said: “Yeah, and?”“Come on, you can’t pretend you’re not happy about it.”

“Unlike you, Klaus, I don’t care about your nonsense, because I’m not a baby.”

“We’re literally all the same age,” Vanya pointed out. 

“I was obviously talking about a metaphorical baby.”

“Well, you’re a metaphorical jerk,” Klaus said, trying very hard not to sound whiny even though he totally was.

“Oh, that’s very clever-”

“Guys,” Vanya complained. “If you don’t stop talking so loud the teachers are going to yell at us-”

“So what? What are they gonna do? We saved this city, like, three times,” Klaus said, propping both his arms behind his chair lazily and starting to rock it. 

“I didn’t,” Vanya said, voice very small and entirely too bitter for a twelve-year-old.

“I’m so sorry, but that sounds like a you problem,” Klaus said, shrugging. 

At that, Vanya looked down and bit her lip and sat very still on her chair. Ben elbowed their brother in the ribs with a disapproving frown, which was probably meant, as Five would reason later, to prompt him to apologize to Vanya for hurting her feelings so callously, but only made him yelp very loudly in the middle of the hall and fall from his rocking chair in a tumble of lanky limbs. 

Somewhere on the other side of the room a very similar yelp and a very similar tumble of limbs echoed just as much as Luther was violently pushed off Diego’s shoulder and woken up from his nap.

The silence that followed this was very, very heavy on Five’s back, the only sound Vanya popping open her pill bottle - then looking up at Five with a gasp and a guilty look. Maybe it was because of the other kids craning their necks to see Klaus and Luther lying on their back in improbable positions. Maybe it was the puppet lady pausing her show for them. Maybe it was the calm before the teacher fell down on them with a hand too tight on their biceps and a snarl. 

Anyway, even as their teachers berated them with threats of detentions they wouldn’t dare give out, Five couldn’t help feeling giddy. He was, after all, finally taller than Vanya.

Of course, years and years later, he would learn that Vanya would be forever stuck at her twelve-year-old height and that every one of them would grow up to tower over her. Still. It was nice at the time. 

[darkspellmaster]

All Anon Asks as of 10/29/2018 in my in box.

1.       One thing to point out about these “leaks” as opposed to the two real leaks in the past, the new leaks are on purpose and posted with the intent to cause drama and hype. And as for DW not making a statement, why would they? They are getting free marketing and with such a huge gap between the last press event and the last season why not let it fester and create that hype, they know people will still watch. People are gonna want to tune in to find out the truth, DW knows that.

You know the saying about “No news is good news” well in regard to management in a lot of cases to draw in hype, and also to pretty much not have to deal with the legal nightmare of finding all the images and getting the fakes taken down they go with the idea of “Any publicity is good” because that means that they’re getting hype as you pointed out. As you said Anon, the point of these leaks is to cause drama and create issues between fans and then sit back and laugh at all the shocked kids that are freaking out. They probably are already planning round two or three of this.

2.       Voltron is set in the super fancy future why would anything ever be sepia tone? Especially something that’s happening in a flash forward.

So the basics here is that it’s supposed to feel “Nostalgic”. Like “Oh look at that memory we shared together of a wonderful time.”

Again typically sepia is used to make things look or feel aged. Old photos, memories, etc. Sepia is not a color you use willy nilly because it doesn’t always look good on screen in large dosages in filter. The color brown in general is typically used, or at least that color, for sunset like moments to make the viewer feel melancholy that time is ending. You never use that color when you’re showing something triumphant. Also if you do use it for a happy occasion you tend to use it for a photo in a memory book.

Look at Coco, and the photos on the alter, you have several that are black and white and a few that are a brown color because they’re supposed to invoke a certain feeling in you. You want to feel warm and welcome and like everything is in the past and nostalgic. And the leakers got people to feel that way with the colors. And Flash forwards tend to be brighter and blurred in some cases with frosted edges. Or something to depict that it’s not in the present. And if it is just a time skip, there would be no need for the color change.

3.       I think it’s weird that in the second wedding photo Shiro is leaning away from Roy as he leans in. Odd???

It’s something that normally happens in some anime. The less, shall we say dominating person leans back embarrassed by the attention and more aggressive actions by the more dominate person who is initiating the kiss. By the body language this means that Roy here is the more aggressive figure in their relationship going in for a kiss though still acting a bit shy about it, while Shiro is less aggressive and is being more shy and then decides to go with it. This sort of action usually happens with a girl in Shiro’s place, as in Japan the girl is seen as less aggressive a figure and why certain female characters over the years have been seen as very different than most of their counter parts.

4.       Don’t know if it’s been pointed out yet but in the kiss pic Roy’s arm just randomly disappears through Shiros chest. That’s not how it works.

Correct Anon. The arm should be either around his waist or on his shoulder or chest. As per the kiss with Hikaru (Rick Hunter) and Misa (Lisa) from Macross. Roy’s arm is blending into Shiro’s side and that’s not a good thing. I know Mir makes some small mistakes here and there, but man this would have the art being sent right back to the studio if it was blurring that badly. Unlike Hasbro in the 1980s this sort of thing isn’t tolerated as much anymore because digital means it’s a quick fix rather than hours of reanimating the scene.

5.       so, since you're the go to person regarding the legitimacy of the Voltron leaks, I just saw the [SPOILER] photo of the paladins grown up projected on a screen with people in front smiling [/SPOILER] the person that shared this with me said this is a photo of the french VA team finishing dubbing. Thoughts? Comments? Tumblr doesn't let me link the image, but if you're interested I can share it with you some other way.

Holy hell, um. Not sure what to think of that. But okay. XD Yeah I discuss that in the main blog post about it.

http://darkspellmaster.tumblr.com/post/179532344635/update-and-edit-and-master-post-to-the-fokker

So as I said before I think the photo of the cast is real, and more than likely taken on another date. The thing that jumps out to me about the photo after examining it more is where they are looking. Everyone is staring off to the center of the screen, but the camera that took the photo is off to the right. This means that this was probably a photo being taken because of the man in the center, who I’m betting is a famous and well known voice actor.

These sorts of pictures happen from time to time, even here in the states, when a cast gets someone that is famous and they want to take a photo with them. Remember actors are fan boys and girl’s too.

When I went to Anime Midwest a few years ago Sonny Straight (Lupin the 3rd, Krillen, a number of characters in anime) mentioned how he was sitting next to the late VA of Speed Racer, Peter Fernandez, who was signing small cars of the Mach 5. He was talking to him, while geeking out in his mind, and Mr. Fernandez gave him a car with his autograph on it. Sonny basically was playing with the car when Mr. Fernandez wasn’t looking making the noise of the Mach 5.

Nolan North just recently confessed to chasing down Sir. Anthony Hopkins on to an elevator and talking to him for a while, because he didn’t want to miss a shot to meet the famous actor who was recording lines on Retro Replay. (Also watch the show it’s funny.) 

So more than likely the picture was being taken with a well-known French VA and that it was for posterity sake for the studio and the actors. Studios will sometimes do this if they have a named actor in the cast doing a voice.

6.       I've gone back through Bexs likes and I don't see any of the leaks. What's the source on that claim?

I’ve only been told about this, I haven’t seen anything of it either. I do not have an Instagram so I can’t tell you about that stuff.  

Either Bex liked something that was similar, or someone thought that they liked it, or something. I really can’t say for sure. But regardless, unless it’s in their contracts and the NDA states they can’t like fan art, actors typically do like art.

7.       Watching your post about the whole studio thing I thought about something, I didn’t know about Ezor’s va leak but maybe when she did it she simply didn’t think the fandom would immediately jump on it and spread it, then is it possible that the french studio ‘leak’ is real too and that the same thing happened?

Most actor’s don’t think that what they say is important. I think in Kimiko’s case she really wanted to just give the fans the okay that Shiro was going to show up again because of all the freaking out on Social Media about it and trying to be a good person. Lionel (I think that’s how you spell his name) the French VA seems like he was thinking of just showing that they were recording the show again. Maybe getting people excited, since, most people that follow Voltron aren’t following the dub actors save for those that are following in France right now. And I don’t know how many know of the actor due to the fact that he’s more a live action actor like Steve is so this is his first dubbing job for a cartoon.

The thing is that the second picture was a personal one that was taken at some other point in time, because of the change that Lionel’s hair has gone through it seems. Also, as I said before this was taken from the side meaning that they’re looking at another camera, so it’s not a case of them taking a “Last hurray” photo, and more likely that they were taking a picture with a well-known actor that had visited the studio to do a voice.

The “leak” is real in that it is a legit photo of the cast, what’s fake is the stuff behind them.

8.       I reported the violations to the French company but they haven’t got back to me :/ surely over something this serious they would?

I wouldn’t expect them to be getting back to you regarding this. The photo that was taken wasn’t their property in this case, it’s owned by whoever took it from the side of the editing booth. If it was a professional photo, then yeah they would want to know info.  It could be that too, much like DW here in the state’s the legal department isn’t seeing anything huge to go after and would rather people just ignore it.

After all they have only a month and a few days here states side for it to come out, also in France too, so more than likely they are more worried about the promotional stuff they need to do after She-ra comes out.

You’re right, if it was serious we would see things about it all over the place, not just on Tumblr but on other sites that cover this sort of news. Like with the Mir incident. This is not serious to them and probably isn’t even registering yet for them.

9.       One of the most glaring things for me is that Roy isn't even on the poster. Even the most minor characters are in it and yet you're going to tell me Shiro's future husband isn't? Yeah, no way. Also in your post debunking the leaks you forgot to mention how the background characters are weirdly static (especially Pidge) in the wedding edits, but Shiro and Roy are moving.

Yeah having Roy on the poster would be a legal nightmare waiting to happen, as rsasai said in one of their other posts, since the show is airing in Japan and Japan worships Roy and Macross, you would have to deal with Studio Nue, Tatsunoko and Big West for any rights to be used. Not to mention that fans of Macross would want to know what the hell was going on since Roy is a big deal. As I said above reminds me way to much of a Newtype magazine static illustration that was traced over.

10.   I commend you on your impeccable taste in TV shows, my good comrade. Also, whomst else misses the 80s & 90s where people would just watch and enjoy the shows they watched, and didn’t ruin them or the experience for other fans? Ahhh the good old days!

Maybe I’ll list all my favorite shows. XD And thank you, I like to think I have good taste in shows. At least I hope I do.

Well it depened on who you watched the show with, but over all, for the most part, people genuinely weren’t as worked up over shows. Or at least I never noticed save for a Lisa is better, Lynn is better fight I once saw between two girls on the playground about Robotech, but other than that…it was mostly quiet. Not sure about at offices in the day though over shows like Dallas or Dynasty.

11.   To the people who say “The staff having not said anything about the leaks yet means they are true!”. I am almost sure they didn’t say anything about the “Klance voiceline leaks” either, and it was fake.

O.O What? Wait…is that like a dialogue line that was said? OR are we talking about those old telephone call lines where you paid like 9.95 and a dollar or something every minute after a few minutes to talk to your favorite character? Because if it’s the latter, hell yes it would be fake since no one does that anymore. Well save Cdawg who does it for Black butler calls but those are free.

12.   An anon sent to you said "maybe DW just doesn't care anymore since the show is almost over" but it's really not about VLD anymore. Like I said before in a previous ask, this sets a very bad precedent. DW is a business, which means they have to look to the future. By not taking this seriously, they're implying they won't take any of their other licensed shows/IPs seriously either. No company would want to damage their reputation so badly just because a contract is almost over.

But see, the thing is, it’s not that they don’t care it’s a question of how the legal wants them to handle it. If you kick up too much of a fuss, then it’s “Well they are real” if you  don’t then you have people saying you’re not doing enough. Ultimately it’s not up to DW to chase things down since they are not the main license holder, that is WEP, and the other studios are not owned by DW or WEP they are only licensing the series to dub via Netflix. Then throw NBC Universal on this, and you have that factor in play here…you’d have a lot of people involved. Does it look bad, kinda. But most studios have the same response. It’s easier to let things die on their own than interviene as it becomes making a mountain out of a mole hill. Or to put it in a better way. Let’s take a real case that recently happened. There’s a famous artist that likes to take images and do a little change then say they are his own works of art. He’s been doing this for years and artists hate him because he’s taking their copyrighted works and screwing with them only a little and calling them his own. Recently, like a year or so ago, he went on Instagram, found cosplay and other pictures of female celebs and non celebs, commented on it. Took the photo and the comment, put it together as a larger picture and called it his own. This is considered art appropriation and can be seen as a legal way of doing art. Richard Prince, the artist in question, has been getting away with it for years. And someone who’s cagey enough probably could use that as a defense in a lawsuit. https://www.theverge.com/2015/5/30/8691257/richard-prince-instagram-photos-copyright-law-fair-use

13.   in the french va video, who is the guy in the middle? the director?

That guy in the middle may be Patrick Borg. Reason the cast may be taking the picture with him is he’s the voice of Son Goku in Dragon Ball and has been since the start of Dragon ball Z, and is a well-known in VA in France. Or It’s Jerome Wiggins who does a main character on Zagtoonz Zak Storm. My guess though, it’s probably Patrick, and since the crew is pretty much younger actors who grew up around the hype of Dragon ball Z, wouldn’t surprise me if  they were taking a picture with him because he was doing a voice for them.

14.   No, it's the opposite now. All the evidence in the Universe prooves that the leaks are real but you all choose not to believe in it. And I'm okay with it and I'm more than okay If I'm wrong but if the leaks are real almost everyone who believes that the are fake would be greatly dissapointed and will feel betrayed

As I said before Anon, if you want to believe it, fine. That’s up to you. I have no horse in this race, I’m only presenting facts as I find them and having two graphic designers and other people look over the images and such, to them they seem doctored or created. I’d rather people make the call themselves, but as other’s have said well before me, it seems insane that two studios decided to risk their careers to leak this stuff. You do realize that in doing so they will have cost the trust of several other clients they have and it would probably put them out of business with Netflix, and cause BTI Studios to lose the deal with Altor and Shamrock that they recently made this past year, and for Netflix to pull out of it’s vendorship with VSI and probably make other networks, like CN, and Nick, pull out of the deal. No one, in their right mind, would put themselves or their careers in danger over a cartoon show. No one. It would cause them to be blacklisted and not have work in the VA community ever again. The sheer level of WTF that would have to run through someone’s minds to do this if they were a professional in this field would be astonishing. Honestly, no I wouldn’t feel betrayed or disappointed. I would be more worried for the studios and wonder if they would be able to continue to run as they are, or have to close due to the fact that most of their clients would bolt knowing their intellectual property wasn’t safe. Then there would be the lawsuits from WEP, NBC Universal and probably Mir for putting out copyrighted material that they don’t own. Would I be upset about the show, no, honestly I wouldn’t. Allura dying would be a mirror and parallel to Ryou dying and taking Lotor with him from Go lion, something Voltron the original didn’t do. Shiro being married, awesome. Roy Fokker getting his name out there and getting people to watch Macross to know who the hell this hottie is, okay in my book. The crew taking a picture together, nothing wrong there.

The only thing that could disappoint me is no ending or a cliff hanger, since, well I got that with Force from DiC and this would be the first show to have a real ending outside of the original.

I don’t get why people are worried about me or others feeling disappointed when there are four other variants of the show that exist that we can watch. That’s just silly. I’m more surprised that people don’t care about the well-being and lively hood and careers of the VAs internationally being wrecked by all of this. That’s where my concern lies. Shipping and all the other things, I don’t care about. My care was that the characters were happy and got along, and that the robot fights were cool.

15.  You list Roy's arm/hand as vanishing on 13 but they're both still visible, I've redlined it for you: i(.)imgur(.)com/2UHctWY(.)png

Side note. you can’t send pictures that way.  And if you mean where the arm seems to blend down around the waist area. I can’t tell for sure if that’s his right arm or his left. Also that would be a weird way to hold someone if you’re going to kiss them like that in genera. 

[kayejwrotes]

Hi, I'm anon! I have something to ask you, please don't feel pressured to answer, do you plan to finish Strong we stand? Just asking no intruding in tented

Hi anon! :)Yes, actually yes! I'm getting started on planning the second arch of the storyline (yes there's more than one and with the last chapter we closed the first one, hurray!).I don't actually know when I'll begin posting but ETA it will be a few months, since I'd like this to be completed before I start posting.Anyway, thank you for remembering about my first longfic! I think everyone had just collectively removed it from their memory with the new year. Knowing it's not like that really warmed my heart! :DI still love it very much, but it makes me happy knowing someone else still looks for it. :DThank you for sending this! 😁

[ladybalem]

With You, Forever - a Confession about Qwerty Doolittle - part 1 of 2

Look at one more roguish request just getting out of the Church’s oven for you! (and does perchance Churchs have ovens, auntie? Here they do, wotz, lol). And look that the requesting person is shy (or is just even evil minded, lol) cause it’s an anon ask: It’s all about Qwerty and the daddy kink. Well, I’ll tell you: One must be too much perverted to believe Qwerty thinks about such things. Y'know? YOU ASKED THE RIGHT ONE! LMAO, help me from myself. Let’s go, my people! Eeeeee! (I just believe the quieter ones are the hottest ones - one more of my many convictions)

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The time spent with her tender boyfriend Qwerty it had been enough for Sunny, the most experienced on these subjects than himself, to notice that, under that reserved exterior of him there’s much more than meets the eye, and Sunny, who are a clever and regardful girl, noticed that - maybe - he has a secret and very specific kink. And as she’s quite naughty as well, lol, she decided to lay the cards on the table and check if her perception is correct or not. What do I say about that? Hurray!

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Pairing: Qwerty x OC (Sunny)

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- Babe, I’m home. It was Qwerty who was arriving after one more day working at his funeral home, and calmly he entered the apartment in which he lived along his girlfriend Sunny, locking the door before to, getting close to the small table at the center of the living room, to place on it his keys and his brief case full of papers, before to lift up again and, looking around and distractedly rubbing his hand palms on the social trouser he was wearing, Qwerty was already about to call her again cause she hadn’t answered him. But in this right moment Sunny arose tripping through the opened bedroom’s door, smiling happily as with a twirl she entered into his vision field who, suddenly paralyzed and opening his eyes wide looked at Sunny from her head to toes. She have parted her dark ginger hair in the middle and tied it into two braids, which were with a quite childish aspect due to the pink pompoms to which she has matched their ends, and she was wearing a full collegial suit: A pleated navy blue skirt at the height of her knees and a white blouse, white as well ¾ socks and red ballet like pumps. And into her mouth Sunny was bringing a round lollipop just with its stick out, to which then taking it, with a lips’ click she took it out from there to get to speak: - Hello, daddy! - and she gave him a flirtatious smile - Look, I’ve just arrived from school - and then Sunny slid her free hand along her wearable, admiring herself inside it for an instant, before to raise him her green eyes again, as she said in a jovial way - Mommy’s gone to the supermarket. And she told she was about to delay a lot to come back! - and letting her head to fall aside in a cute way, Sunny beamed the most beautiful and purest of smiles before to put her lollipop into her mouth again, just don’t taking her eyes off from Qwerty’s, who very slowly could then finally get a reaction, giving her a tiny tense smile as he slightly frowned his eyebrows, lowering his eyes a bit as he placed both hands on his waist, and once again looking at his girlfriend, he asked: - What’s that, Sunny? Once again she took the lollipop out from her mouth with a click of her lips, shrugging in a childish way as she started walking through the room around him: - Ah, daddy, it’s that… Y'know? I’ve noticed, that day when we watched Lolita. Letting the air of a tiny giggle to scape through his nostrils, he blinked his eyes, following Sunny with his glance. - What did you noticed? - Ah, that you liked miss Haze a lot… Yes it is - and passing the lollipop by her lips while fixedly staring into his eyes, Sunny stopped for a while before to restart to zigzag around again. - Ah, she… - Qwerty said, a little awkwardly - She’s adorable, isn’t? - Hmm, just that, daddy? Qwerty giggled, finding Sunny’s play funny - And quite cute, too. - Hmm, I think that you actually want for true being her little daddy for a day, don’t you? - and again Sunny halted where she was, right in front of him - Or better said, for one NIGHT - and she giggled, running her lollipop into her mouth again. - Sunny… - he beamed - It would be quite wrong. - Hmm, no, it wouldn’t, I don’t think so - and she pointed with the lollipop right into his face - Know what I think? I think you would like it a lot. I guess, inclusively, that you think about that, like, very SECRETLY. Awkward but beaming, he crossed his arms over his chest, and Sunny came closer from him, this time talking with her mouth fulfilled by the lollipop while with both hands she was grabbing his red tie and pulling it up, until she had set it free from the arms to which Qwerty was keeping crossed: - And, y'know, it’s just a make-believe game, daddy. Make-believe isn’t wrong, it’s fun. - Sunny… You and these DVDs you rent - he giggled - And these ideas you have! - Ah, stop it, cause I know you like it, look - and she was then playing with his tie, sliding her both hands along it while talking with a little difficulty due to the candy inside of her mouth - and besides to that, Lolita is a classic, y'know? It’s a famous Vladimir Nabokov book, written at the fifties’, I guess. It’s like kind of obligatory reading, daddy. - At your school, perchance? Turning her eyes aside in a cheerful way as seeing he was getting into her game, Sunny like started to arrange his tie: - Like this, yes it is. - So I guess you need to move from school. - No, no way, I love my school! By the way - and taking off the lollipop from her mouth Sunny led a hand to her back, taking a pair of red heart-shaped sunglasses which were hidden inside the waistband of her skirt, and putting the glasses on Sunny said in a cheerful way - Look at that, am I not perfect? - and she turned around herself a time, making Qwerty to giggle, cause it was exactly like Lolita’s glasses in the movie, and lowering his face he smiled: - Where did you get these? - Ah, daddy. With the money for the snacks you give me everyday. I kept it, y'know? And then I bought the glasses, to please my beloved little daddy - and all of a sudden letting out a very dramatic pity sigh, Sunny grabbed him by a hand, pulling him by it - Yes! You must be so tired, daddy, after a whole day working! Come, sit at the sofa so you can rest a little - and Sunny just pushed him to fall sat down at the sofa, where he fell giggling, and placing herself sat aside on his lap she was talking happily, shaking her feet in the air exactly as a child would do - That’s quite better by now, isn’t, daddy? Are you the most relaxed? Looking at Sunny right into her freckled face he smiled, finding her so incredibly pretty and sweet, and passing his tongue by his lips quite slowly, to wet them, he almost lowered his glance through her, but he halted as seeing Sunny was by now sliding the lollipop along her lips, alternating that movement with her tongue, to which she was pointing outside to slide it around the candy, and getting shy he lowered his eyes: - Sunny… - What’s up, daddy? - You’re teasing. - Teasing, me? - Sunny pretended to be vexed - Just because I like lollipop candy, daddy? I LOVE lollipop candy. I always did. You know - and with a smile Sunny restarted to slide it along her lips and wrap her tongue around it, Qwerty raising his glance to her pinkish mouth and narrowing his eyes as looking as if hypnotized by the beautiful scene he was seeing, and for the first time placing a hand on her thighs, although still timidly, he whispered: - You love…? - Truly - and crossing the index fingers of both hands Sunny kissed them for two times, sealing her oath, before to smile - Why don’t you try it, daddy? It’s tasty, look - and Sunny slightly rubbed the candy on his lips, who smiled, finally blinking his eyes - It’s strawberry flavor - and she slid it along his lips one more time - And that one has a chicle on its inside - and then Sunny placed her lips close to his left ear to whisper - But it’s a secret. Feeling a shiver, he timidly placed his other hand on her back: - Why is that a secret? - Cause… - and she restarted to pass it on her own lips again - just in case we say this, they will want us to lick the whole lollipop in an urge just to get sooner at the best part - and then Sunny laughed deliciously, throwing her head back, obliging Qwerty to hold her and, with that, to increase the pressure of his large and cold hands against her - But what’s really good, daddy, it’s to lick it quite pretty slowly. Feeling charmed by his girlfriend, Qwerty lifted his hand from her thighs to her face, sliding his fingertips along Sunny’s entire jawline, until to reach and touch her lip with his thumb, quite softly, and he whispered then: - Take your glasses off. Daddy wanna see your eyes. - Ah, so you didn’t like my glasses - pretending stubbornness and miff, Sunny crossed her arms with strength against her chest, only then her boyfriend noticing she was wearing no bra under her white blouse, and swallowing he whispered: - Daddy loved this, but… I wanna see your eyes, they’re so beautiful, my love. - Hmm, then it’s ok - Sunny said, taking her glasses off and bending herself and stretching an arm to put it at a safe place - Everything I want is to make my little daddy happy. - And I’m quite happy, my kitten. - Ah! - Sunny exclaimed out loud - I’m daddy’s kitten! - and she hugged at him with an arm over his shoulder, making him to giggle, hiding her face for a moment into the curve of his neck, before to lift it up again and tell him, in a confession tone - I love you, my little daddy. - Daddy loves you too, babe. And listening to this Sunny quickly kissed on his lips with a tiny smack, withdrawing in sequence just as if like the kiss was forbidden for them, and lowering her eyes for a moment Sunny asked him, in a falsely shy way: - Then pet me, do it. Please. With an enraptured smile and his eyes once again narrowed, quite slowly he lifted his hand up along her back, and as soon as his fingertips touched at Sunny’s nape, she felt a shiver, cause they were cold, and soon his long fingers were slowly caressing at the nape hair which were loose from her hairdo. And looking at his lips Sunny got an idea, placing the lollipop against them, and then placing her lips close, she started licking it. And it didn’t take long until Qwerty to put his tongue out too, licking it along with Sunny as he closed his eyes, and as they touched between, rubbing on each other, with all of that strawberry flavored warm saliva of they two almost draining around, Qwerty let a satisfaction harsh moan to get out from his throat, the hand on Sunny’s thigh suddenly closing itself as grabbing to her skirt’s hem, the other hand’s fingers closing around her nape, and he like as accepted that, yes, he secretly had this kink inside of him all the time, and Sunny was bringing it out in him and making him to be conscious of something he not even could be in a concrete way. And leaving her skirt he entered with his fingers under it, sliding his large and cold hand along her thigh, making Sunny to sigh. - Want you some petting, babe? Want your daddy to pet you?

(to be continued…)