#one is dead set against the idea of human genders

[captainxandis]

Me, trying to explain the complex systems dragons have instead of genders in my book im writing to my cishet mom: so you see they have a warrior twin and a mage twin but their forms are malleable and dragons often dont choose a gender (as humans understand it) until theyre five or six centuries old, warrior and mage are just how the magic is divided between hatchlings because dragons are born in pairs and-

My mom, teasing me: wow these dragons have a heteronomative nuclear family! Didnt think youd ever write something like that

Me, about to cry: FIRST OF ALL THE MOM DRAGON IS A LESBIAN--

[frodopotter7]

All my dead boy detectives ideas for rps or fanfics

(If they already exist as fanfics, please let me know so I can read them.)

If you are interested in any of these, just text me

Boarding school au

Essentially just Edwin and Charles as humans suffering in a very strict boarding school with cruel punishments. Also including this torture device from Esther and the chokey (this shelf punishment from Matilda) Edwin has been trough it all and tries to protect Charles from it as good as he can. And Charles manages to let them sneak out to the nearest city, which is London.

Gender swap au (modern au or like the show)

A story about the daughter of Charle’s sister (the comic Charles had a sister so this part would be canon) and the great great grandniece of Edwin. That go to the same school and start to help each other against bullies. And maybe even accidentally find a way to the dead boy detective agency.

Crystal x Niko

Anything about them really. Like give them the romance they deserve. Maybe they solve a case together. Or Crystal find Niko after she is believed dead (this one would be after season one I haven’t read the comics and this is I think a story line which is different then in the original material so all just headcanon) Crystal finding a shrink Niko who is with the dandelion gods and they get rescued by Crystal.

Just Charles and Edwin solving a case after season 1 and Charles discovers his feelings for Edwin. Also them being this funny old married couple

Charles rescuing Edwin from hell but more romantic and more adventurous with a thigh room (I just love the scene too much)

Charles teaching Edwin how to kiss properly, plot twist Edwin is already a natural talented good kisser (as ghost or as humans, setting before season 1 or before Edwin’s trip back to hell)

Baby and or toddler Edwin (set after season 1) (I will probably write this as a fanfic myself) taken

During a case Charles gets infected by something and gets set in a trance. While Edwin and Crystal try everything to find out how to help him, Charles’ mind gets send back in time to the Edwardian age. Somehow he is the new servant for the Payne family that is explicitly hired to take care of Edwin. Edwin is a fussy baby and shows strange behaviours due to his autism. His parents of course just want him to behave like a grown up already and are overwhelmed with how to take care of him. Luckily Charles isn’t from this time, that’s why he knows that first of all cocaine isn’t medicine that you can give a baby and he generally knows Edwin’s needs. (Disclaimer he doesn’t fall in love with little Edwin that would be weird, but he has the opportunity to give Edwin memories of at least a nice childhood before the horrible boarding school, and he to paradoxically time reasons, Edwin in the normal time can only remember a blurry version of this memory and having a very nice servant who was half Indian)

Charles and Edwin at the beach taken

Body swap (a classic but always fun)

Niko season 2 (Niko X Crystal)

A story in which Niko is old like in the end of dbd. She has been trough a lot of time troubles and needs to manage a lot to help the agency. Sadly she has no chance to tell them, she is not allowed to reveal her identity. But that might change once Crystal notices her feelings for the Niko she lost. Will she find out?

For reference to my rp rules and character preferences and how to contact, click here

Those are all I got for now. This list will be updated frequently depending if I come up with other ideas.

[look-a-yandere-fandom-blog]

I would like something (hcs or else, whatever you can make out of it/feel like writing) for Dr. Stockill and a darling who is not eating.

Eiter because they decided to hunger strike as a form of protesting against him (totally terrible idea but not every darling is the sharpest tool in the shed heheh...) or because they are sick and that makes it hard for them/takes away apetite.

Hunger Pains | Headcanons

Dr. Stockill / Gender Neutral Reader

Fandom: The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls.

No Spoilers.

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Ambiguous yan - can be read as platonic or romantic.

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Content Warning: Hunger strikes, disordered eating, illness, brief mention of force feeding, brief mentions of animal/human death.

(If there’s anything else I need to add to these warnings, please let me know.)

Tysm for the ask anon! <3 I hope that this lives up to your request/expectations!!

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- It doesn’t take Stockill long to notice they’ve stopped eating.

- In the months, maybe years, that Stockill has known them, they have never displayed an avoidance of food to this degree.

- Despite his detachment, disgust, and apathy to almost everything around him, he is an observant man. Especially when it comes to his darling.

- Within a few days, the interrogations start.

- He begins questioning his darling; and the longer he goes without an answer, the more insistent he becomes...

- "Don't lie to me, I know something is wrong with you."

- Once he finally manages to get an explanation out of them, he's bewildered.

- This odd behaviour is out of spite? Some silly protest against him?

- Stockill believes that he treats his darling rather well, at least in comparison to the other inmates he oversees.

- His darling is given decent food and drink; dressed in clothes that keep out the asylum's chilling cold; and is kept close to the doctor whenever possible.

- Stockill even allows them to rest in the safety of his room, in his own bed (which is often unused due to his frequent neglect of sleep).

- And yet, they still fight him?

- They would prefer the bleak darkness of the asylum's wards, accompanied by nothing but filthy rats and those wretched whores, over staying with him?

- Even going so far as to starve themselves, just to prove a point?

- His darling begins to deteriorate... day by day. Their movements becoming slower, their thoughts foggier, their gaze more distant. All despite his attempts to reason with them.

- As he tries to rationalise it, his confusion gives way to anger.

- Convinced that his darling's behaviour must have been instigated by another, threats soon follow.

- "I swear, if you do not stop this idiotic demonstration... I will find whichever inmate placed the idea in your head, and I will make her suffer!"

- From here, there's only two ways that it can end:

- In one, his darling ceases their little hunger strike, giving into the doctor's demands. Whereupon things will return to how they were, and Stockill will limit their contact with others even more as a precaution.

- In the other ending, his darling continues. Until Stockill does something...

- Drastic.

- But, he would rather not resort to something as vile as force feeding, or harming their companions to threaten them into relenting...

- So, it would be wise for his darling to stop. After all, they don't want to have their friends' blood on their hands... do they?

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- Alternatively, if his darling’s lack of appetite is a result of sickness or some other affliction, he’s more…

- Well, he's not exactly sympathetic, but perhaps more understanding.

- Now, this is a problem for him to solve, a condition to be alleviated.

- He quickly sets himself to work: to find a cure for whatever is ailing them.

- There's a sudden influx of dead rats (and eventually dead patients) scattered throughout his laboratory, all in his attempt to cure this illness.

- But, with the limitations of victorian medicine, there's a good chance that Stockill's ventures will remain fruitless.

- If the illness becomes long-term, or is in fact some incurable/chronic condition, then Stockill will continue to seek for ways to lessen it.

- All the while, he will focus on keeping his darling healthy; maybe even neglecting his plague research until he is confident that their condition is stable.

- They won't be leaving Stockill's room for a long while... As he will insist they remain bedbound to avoid the affliction worsening.

- He would try to encourage his darling's appetite with more pleasant food than the asylum typically provides.

- "I recall you mentioning this dish. Something you enjoyed before you were sent... here."

- The costs for which are taken from the asylum's funds... but that is of no matter to him. His darling takes upmost priority.

- "Also, don't attempt to smuggle some to the other patients again. Yes, yes, I saw that. You are not nearly as sly as you think you are."

- He's almost considerate in this state.

- It's eerie.

- Incredibly eerie.

- But, all things considered, it's far from the worst situation his darling could be in.

- And as they fall asleep, curled up in Stockill's bed, the doctor watching them with a hawk-like gaze...

- They see the ever so faint, ever so unnatural, twist of his lips.

- A smile.

- "I will see you tomorrow, my dear..."

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[blade-that-was-broken]

Intro, Stories, and Commissions!

Heya! This is my anonymous little blog for my current fixations and interests!

Name: Luthien or Blade

Age/Gender: adult woman

Level: family friendly with some violence.

Current Fixation: Dreamworks Trolls

Notes About My Work

Focus on familial and platonic bonds

Any romantic notions are never the focus

Minimal swearing on my part

Family friendly art and writing with some violence

No nudity, serious gore or smut

Feel free to ask any questions about anything - I absolutely love answering comments and questions in the asks.

Listed below not only my current series but also some other writings that I have finished! Feel free to check them out! I'd love to know what you think! Also listed are other fandoms that I am interested in and feel free to ask me about any of them! Enjoy!

Series!

Here is a Link to my AO3

I’m Still Here - BASIC Finish

An AU where John Dory comes back to the Tree a bit earlier to raise Branch only for sixteen years later of traveling on the road with his little brother to give his life for him. Branch finds Pop Village at 16 and goes through the events of the canonical movies with the background of being a wandering traveler with his brother.

Status: Ongoing

Type: Multiple Books

Question to the World - prequel mini series - ✔️

Head Above Water - movie one - ✔️

World to Change - movie two - ✔️

Moment to Be Real - movie 3 - ✔️

Words and Whispers - Collection of Snippets

For This You Were Born

In an AU where Brozone doesn’t exist and trolls can trade their lives for the safety of their families, a mother tricks her eldest son only for him and her youngest to end up in a fight for their lives against a Bergen.

Status: Ongoing

Type: Multi Chapter Short Series

For This You Were Born - finished ✔️

Silence the Doubt - finished ✔️

By Design a Victor - currently ongoing

Half Life

In a human AU, John Dory has been working for years to get custody of his four brothers from his parents. When he finally gets it, he finds he had to fix what he inadvertently broke. As he tries to juggle a new life and protect his brothers, he does his best to repair his relationship with them.

Status - Ongoing

Type - Single Multichapter, Extra shots

Breathe Again - multi chapter - Ongoing

Unnamed - multi chapter single shots - unwritten

One Shots/Other

Trolls

Something to Believe In - An amnesiac John Dory arrives at Pop Village and ends up raising his youngest six-year old brother. (Ongoing, non-sequential shorts)

Things We Lost - Clay is snatched one day, only to be saved by his amnesiac older brother, who has no idea who he is and believes his brothers to be dead. (one shot, finished)

Divided Frame of Mind - Branch, Bruce, Clay and Floyd search for John Dory, only for Holly Darlin' (Trollstopia) to tell them he's staying in Lonesome Flatts. However, when they get there, they are not greeted how they expect. (one shot, finished)

Smoke and Starlight - a continuation beyond TBT, helped Poppy with an annual world meeting and learns about his parents and his brothers as he helps set up. (multi chapter, wip, Branch, JD and Floyd centric)

Keep Me Breathing - Upon being rescued and traveling back to Pop Village, Floyd makes some observations about his older brother and gives him a hug - which, turns out he really needed (one shot, finished)

The More I Learn, the Less I Bleed - an argument erupts in the bunker one night where the brother learns a horrifying truth - their oldest has been living his life in time loops; one of which including the last performance they did as a band. (one shot, finished)

Soldier On AU - human au, concept - John Dory hasn’t seen his brothers since their parents divorced when he was fifteen. Twenty years later, he is discharged from the military after an explosion and is slowly reunited with his brothers. (concept, snippets only)

Batman/Nightwing

Halfway Gone - Damian comes to Stephanie about Dick Grayson's apparent death with a theory. She believes him. After all, he is their Batman. (one shot, finished)

I'd Give You My Lungs - Jason had never heard the wail of a father losing his son tragically too young before. But when Damian dies, he does. (oneshot, finished)

I've Got You, Brother - Jason is glad he's the one who finds it. Jason hates that he is the one who finds it. But his brother is alive. And he needs to find out what happened. (one shot, finished)

Other Interests Include (Not Limited To)

Star Wars (Jedi specifically), Lord of the Rings (my username lol), Tangled (New Dream), The Mummy 1999, Psych, TMNT (2012 mostly), Transformers Prime, ATLA, Bones, Leverage, Nightwing (my favorite bat), Smallville (Clois), GotG, Treasure Planet, HtTyD, Elementary, Chuck, Stargate (Mostly Atlantis lol), X-Men, GL:A, VM (Logan Echolls deserved better), Once Upon a Time (captain swan, oof) and Narnia.

I have a few pop funkos, love getting involved in zines, and collect art and pins (collections being mostly AragornxArwen and New Dream but small collection of Nightwing, Star Wars, the Mummy 1999 etc).

This Post will be subjected to editing and reclogging with continued works, interests, changes and fandoms.

[mlm-writer]

Survival First, Mourning Later (Tiran Kandros x GN!Reader)

Pairing:  Tiran Kandros x Gender Neutral Reader (relationship unspecified) Rating: Mature Words: 1753 POV: Second Summary: The Big Tober Day 15 - Last Words Note: Ssshhh I am totally not behind. Also all other characters are my OCs. Enjoy them. Tags: Major character death, explicit violence, action, gunfights with the Remnant and reader and Kandros are at least on physical touch level comfortable with each other.

You had a bad feeling the moment you stepped into the Renmant building, like a bug crawling over your bones. The metal vibrated under your feet, making you feel like the whole structure was alive. Maybe it was; you never knew with these damned robots. It had been eerily quiet, like there was no life after all. Kandros led the team of 6, including you and himself. You expected to find the scientists you were looking for dead, but director Tann was hopeful. Well, he pretended to be hopeful. You all knew he just did not want to admit he sent some scientists to their death.

“Can’t we just kill the fuckers above ground and steal their batteries? The things are ancient, so I bet we could power the Nexus with them for decades,” Logus Daemus whispered over the comm. It was a funny idea, but no one laughed, because no one was sure if Logus was serious or not. The Turian was a great shot, but his brawn was with a 100% certainty meant to compensate for his brain.

“And if we manage to find out what they charge those batteries with, the Nexus could be set forever,” Lalia Daemus mused. Being his sister, she really was the only one who could talk logic into the man without angering him.

“Quiet,” Kandros hissed. He was not against chatter, so when he said it, everyone froze. Surely, in the distance, one could hear the tell tale sounds of Remnant at work. Your grip on your weapon tightened. “Let’s try to avoid a fight,” Kandros whispered as he put a hand on your arm, making you relax. You couldn’t see his face well through his visor, but even without his eyes, he could make you feel more at ease. Kandros nodded towards a smaller hallway that led away from where the Remnant could be heard.

You followed Kandros close by, the rest of your team tailing behind you. Dai Lian was almost fused with your rear. You wondered why he was brought along. He was comfortable fighting exiles and Kett, but you knew the Remnant freaked him out. It was not like his biotics didn’t work against the Remnant, but you supposed he had some history with the Geth.

All went well, the hallway quiet, until Yalona, who was the tail of your group, stepped on something. She could feel it shift under her foot. Immediately, red lights surrounded you and a deep sound that reminded you of an alarm echoed through the hallway. “Get to cover!” Kandros hollered. There were some metal half-walls in the hallway. You took Dai Lian’s hand and dragged him with you to the shortest one. Being the only humans, you two were the smallest ones in the squad. To your left, Logus and Lalia were hiding behind a slightly taller half-wall. Behind you, Kandros and Yalona were watching your six. You heard Kandros shoot, before you saw the first Assembler turn around the corner from where you just came.

Your assault rifle vibrated in your hands as you fought - quite literally - for your life. Dai Lian made sure they didn’t get close, pushing them away or slowing them down with his biotics. “Need some backup over here,” Kandros’ voice came over the com.

“Logus, Lalia, I’m leaving Dai Lian here for support. Gonna help Kandros and Yalona.” The Turian siblings confirmed they heard you and you bolted out of cover to Kandros’ little half-wall. You didn’t really fit behind it with Yalona there too, especially not now the Salarian’s tech armour was making her bulkier. The way you were going got swarmed by Remnant. You shot the Breachers out of the air, the continuous stream leaving very little room to actually attack the Assemblers creating them.

“Running out of heatclips here,” Logus warned over the com. One moment you heard him. The next moment, there was a heavy explosion behind you. You allowed yourself a quick look over your shoulder. There were three Nullifiers lined up. Logus and Lalia would’ve been dead, were it not for Dai Lian’s quick reflexes. Lalia demanded Kandros to call for a retreat. You knew he knew, but just like everyone else, you were aware that you were surrounded.

“Yalona, do you see any shafts leading away from here?” Kandros yelled over the com as he finally managed to get rid of one of the Assemblers. Yalona had barely a word out, when she got interrupted by another heavy explosion behind you. You heard a brief scream over the com, but it was cut short. It was followed by a woeful cry from Dai Lian.

You turned your head just far enough to see the gaping hole in the floor where once Logus and Lalia were hiding. “Kandros, five ‘o clock, the Nullifiers shot a hole through the floor,” you called as you focused your gaze forward again to quickly shoot an Observer down.

“We escape through it, now!” You did not need to be told twice. You were bolting, picking up Dai Lian on the way and tumbling down the hole face first. You rolled onto your back and pointed your assault rifle up. Kandros was right behind you, dragging Yalona in much the same way you had dragged Dai Lian with you. Behind Kandros, you could see a Breacher trying to follow him. You shot it down, before it could hurt anyone. “Get up, we gotta run.” Kandros ordered as he pulled you to your feet. Dai Lian was already on his feet, moving a large crate with his biotics. He plugged the hole with it. You ran right behind Kandros, a second later realising Yalona was not catching up.

“Kandros! Yalona is injured.” The Turian paused and then ran back past you. He swung the Salarian over his shoulders with ease. Yalona muttered some thank yous, but did not say much else. That should’ve been a bad sign, but you were too occupied with finding a safe haven to think about it. “If the rest of the structure is like this, let’s count our scientists as dead. We already lost two people…”

“I know!” Kandros snapped at you. “We get out and we’ll retrieve the bodies, when we got backup.” You were unsure if he meant those of the scientists or those of the siblings. The latter were destroyed to nothing but ash, but Kandros probably could not accept that right away. You noticed how quiet Dai Lian was. When you looked over, he had tears in his eyes.

Kandros paused when he heard more Remnant approaching ahead of you. You spotted a side room and signalled everyone to get in. Yalona managed to hack the door in time and lock it behind you. She leaned against the wall next to the door, where Kandros was listening to what was going on in the hallway. You were in the back with Dai Lian; he sat on a crate, while you were crouched in front of him, one of your hands rubbing his knee. “I couldn’t protect them,” the other human whispered. He was trying hard not to cry, but even you couldn’t imagine the survivor's guilt he was feeling. “If I was just…”

You shushed him and leaned up to give him a hug. “We can’t have you spiralling right now. Survival first, mourning later,” you whispered to him. He sniffed into your shoulder, before giving you a small hum that indicated that he understood. After a brief moment, you let go of your fellow agent. You looked over your shoulder at Kandros and Yalona. You narrowed your eyes at the Salarian. She was slumped over, but no longer gasping for breath. “Yalona?” You closed the distance between you, but before you could touch her, Kandros had caught your wrist midair.

“She’s gone,” he whispered, ear still against the door and eyes avoiding yours. You swallowed a lump in your throat. You sighed and pulled your hand free, repeating the word you just told Dai Lian in your head for yourself. Survival first, mourning later.

You put Yalona in what looked like a more comfortable position; it was all you could do for her now. You made her a promise in your head. You would come back for her body. When you had the manpower, she would get her proper funeral. You were pulled from your thoughts by Dai Lian calling out your name. You got to your feet and turned to him. “Think we can make it through here?” Dai Lian asked as he revealed a grid that was hidden behind the crate he sat on earlier. With his biotics, he ripped the grid off. You crouched down next to him, looking at the shaft behind the grid.

“We will, but no way a full-grown Turian would fit thr…” You were cut off by the sound of lasers and explosions. The door rattled, the metal creaking under the onslaught.

“Go! I will hold them off your back for as long as I can.” Kandros ordered as he made sure his weapon had a fresh heatclip inside. You tried to argue with him, but even you knew the options were all dying here or you and Dai Lian possibly making it out of here alive. When the door started to crumble, you pushed Dai Lian into the shaft, following close by. “See you in the next adventure!” Kandros called after you. You liked to pretend those words were the last thing you heard from him. Everything you heard after that made you wanna turn around, but you couldn’t. Survival first, mourning later.

You and Dai Lian made it out, barely. You ran to the shuttle covered in machine fluid and blood from both you and Dai Lian. When you came back, some other big shot took over for Kandros, but no amount of respectable record could replace the man you trusted with your life. Especially not when said big shot refused to dispatch an APEX squad to retrieve the bodies. ‘Waste of resources’ your ass.

Eventually it was Ryder who went back in with a horde of volunteers from the APEX squads and their own team. Kandros just meant that much to the people he led. They found Kandros and Yalona, but there was nothing left of the Daemus siblings. Seeing his body was hard, but it was thanks to him that you were even there to see it. You survived that day and now came the time of later…

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[aspen-if]

Aspen

Demo: TBA

Warnings: Violence, depictions of injuries and illness, optional sexual content. Bodily mutation, horror elements.

Removing original text. I am actually taking it seriously now.

You are a demon. Or at least that is what everyone calls you. Truthfully, you don't even know what you are. When you first awoke, your entire body was covered in ash and soot. Burnt bodies were scattered around you. Like memories, frozen in time. Everyone blamed you for the destruction of the town.

More towns burned down. The people, not knowing any better, blamed it on a single person. Yet, you did not burn down those towns. Confusion littered your brain as everyone turned against you. Hunters were sent out. All with a single goal. Capture the monster that did this. Dead or alive.

You were living in the woods, close to a nearby town. A group of hunters had recently moved into the local inn. They had found you, yet they did not realize it. Having been left no choice, you joined them on their search for the demon.

Plot

The people of The Juris Kingdom have all grown used to the idea of monsters. Sure, not many have seen one, but the rumors are enough. With a new plague spreading through the land, towns being burned by a mysterious entity, the people have grown to resent the King. For all they have gone through, the King has done nothing. Always sitting on his throne, getting fat off bread and mead.

Townspeople have started rioting, but with the increase of monsters, most are too afraid to step outside their house. It is not uncommon to find a decayed body in an abandoned house, the, long dead, person being too afraid to buy supplies. Eventually starving.

With the increase in monsters, there was an increase in humans learning to bend elements to their will, crafting armor and swords that would glow in the night. Humans started evolving with the new threat.

With our MC having sleepovers with their new best friends, a new demon has risen, seeming intent on finishing the task our dear MC refused to complete.

Features

Create your own, unique character, with a variety of customization options available. Want to look like a one legged pirate? Done! Want a fancy pirate hat? Done! Choose your gender (cis, trans, nonbinary or just be an entity!), appearance and set an individual personality for strangers and friends!

Start a romance with a cast of four characters; The group leader, the arrogant hot-head, the healer or the hunter. Or, if you're feeling particularly indecisive, romance all of 'em! With all of that said, there does seem to be a very persistent stranger who keeps showing up. How strange.

Will you hide your identity from the group? Of course! Otherwise you'd be dead, and this beautiful story wouldn't be written!

Tell spooky fairytales around a campfire at night. I mean, they are just fairytales after all.

Will you end up helping your new found group, or join the stranger who seems to know a suspicious amount about you?

Crack taken seriously.

Characters

Note: The characters do have full personalities and backstories, I have just yet to write it down!

Yuri | Gender Selectable | The Leader

Keywords: Aloof, serious, but seemingly obsessive? You will understand soon, very soon.

"Detailed" Information

Rain | Non-binary | The Hot-head

Keywords: Arrogant, cocky, hates you.

"Even more detailed" Information

Mari | Female | The Healer

Keywords: Kind, respectful, hurt her friends and she will murder you :D

The links are the same, just click on the ones above.

Kasai | Male | The Hunter

Keywords: Aloof, slightly concerned about your mental state

... fine, here is a fully extensive profile look at him.

??? | Gender Selectable | The Stranger

Oh wow, so mysterious. Giving them a profile would obviously spoil it, right?

[princelylove]

Since you said okay to request nsfw fic/drabble then I'd love to request for Abdul base on your answer of previous ask. The idea is darling try to escape and he found out, give them a special punishment. I interested in you said he has fear play and edging kink so I hope you can include that. Making darling feel scared but later make them beg for him to reach orgasm is so adorable

~ 🏵️ anon ~

Ahaaaa...... this ask is from the fifteenth of december. I think I owe you something at this point. Forgive me? ♡♡♡♡ This wasn't exactly what you asked for, but I hope you like it anyway. Reader is gender neutral but there's one fem pet name in arabic used.

Mohammed is supposed to be patient. 

He’s calm, rational. 

He isn’t necessarily a man of impulse- very few times has he fallen victim to his own urges, if any such occasions were to exist in the first place. 

He can’t recall the last time he made such a rash decision. Perhaps when he was younger.

In a moment of panic, he sets the stairway railing on fire, causing you to stumble off to the side into an end table meant for tossing oddities found on the way home, and sometimes flowers. It isn’t a neatly organized surface, which is odd compared to the rest of Mohammed’s house. Several trinkets are quick to answer gravity’s call, breaking on impact. If you weren’t bent on actually escaping today, you’d usually apologize for breaking any of Mohammed’s ceramic cats laid around your ‘home.’ He’s terribly fond of them- cats, in general, actually. 

He wishes you were more like a cat. More simple. You tend to swat at him, certainly, but you’ll learn to trust him, as almost all cats would. 

You’d consider yourself not to be a cat, as you’re a human being who has complex needs. 

A human being who is very, very flammable. 

“Habibti.” 

You fumble your way down the stairs, tripping a bit on the end table you just knocked over. Mohammed’s house is quite sizable, you won’t be at the bottom of the stairs anytime soon, even with your fall taking a good four or five steps out of the equation. You’re fine, the rug he had laid out in case you ever did fall saved your poor knees, but it takes you a second to reorient yourself. A second he graciously takes from you, as he sets the rug on fire.

He is not exactly immune to his own fire, so he stares down at you, silently, hating himself for putting even more space between the two of you. When you don't move, he finds it in himself to make a small statement.

“Do not take another step or, God willing, you will not see the light of day for a month.”

You foolishly decide to go for the rest of the stairs. The railing cracks, and falls, putting even more obstacles in Mohammed’s way. 

The rooms you pass are all dead ends. You could jump out one of the many windows, of course, but what use would that be? A broken leg isn’t going to allow you your salvation, and your legs are already a bit bruised. 

To be fair, neither is stopping to apologize. You can hear it in his tone- he’s trying with all of his might to remain gentle, but he’s livid. His voice rings from his spot at the top of the stairs- you’ve never actually heard him properly yell before. He’s groaning out of frustration. 

You make your way to the bottom of the stairs, and just when you reach the front door, you feel a hand yank you back by the collar of your top. 

“I love you. Why are you running from me? Have I done something? Tell me what it is, and I’ll fix it.”

He shushes you oh-so-lovingly, and presses you firmly against his chest. His necklace presses into your face roughly.

“My love. My moon. It isn’t so horrible here. Let me take care of you.” 

You attempt to push him away, but freeze at his stand grabbing you from behind. 

It grabs at your upper arms, and sets the portion under its palms on fire.

Mohammed shushes you. He assures you he has cold water ready. It seems he doesn’t care about your screams, or about rushing, as he takes his time to go to the upstairs bathroom. The rug has been removed from the staircase entirely- not that you’d see it, as you faint on the way there.

When you wake up, which feels instantaneous, Mohammed has you on your back, in your shared bedroom. You’re allowed a personal room, of course, but not at the moment.

He isn’t touching you- in fact, he isn’t anywhere near you. The hands on your wrists belong to him, but aren’t his own. When he hears you’ve finally woken up, he instructs you to keep your eyes closed on the off chance that you can see his stand, Magician’s Red- it’s for the better. He is not easy on the eyes, and is rather unforgiving.

A trait that both the user and stand itself share, if not just the user, and projected onto the stand.

Perhaps if you were more well behaved, he wouldn’t have to remind you of his inclination. 

Maybe if you had the common sense of not running from him in a closed space.

He loved chasing you, but he doesn’t love the damage you’ve done to his house. Or the fact that you nearly got out.

“Do you think of me a bad man, my love?" As he speaks, you feel something hot running down your sternum- it travels over your stomach, and hovers between your legs briefly before hovering back up again.

"I never want to be the cause of your stress. If you want to be chased, you need only ask."

He pauses a bit, and you hear his footsteps coming closer. They're dragging, for once.

"In fact, it's my intention to relieve you of stress."

[skellymom]

"Slide"

Bad Batch x Non-Gendered Character - ONE SHOT

This is my FIRST fan fic. Working on a much longer series fic with an OC that will drop...when it’s done. Criticism is welcome AS LONG AS IT’S KIND AND CONSTRUCTIVE. PLEASE feel free to contact me! I really want to hear feedback. Also, open to questions. All my work will be 18+ just because of my nasty mouth, nasty mind, and inappropriate dark humor. REMINDER: Please REBLOG if you like what you read! Thanks!!!  

Summary: Action, Jedi learns to grow Force powers. This timeline is several months after leaving Crosshair on Kamino, near the end of working for Cid. The Batch is trying to figure a hook to be independent and possibly start actively rebelling against the Empire. This is set well before Mt Tantiss. 

Content and Warnings: Canon and non-canon violence, swearing, momentary and possibly gruesome death of main characters (no worries, they don’t stay dead forever), Crosshair is an angry psychopathic killer with a vengeance (no hate, I love his problematic ass), mild Hunter fluff, touchy concerned Tech, Echo swears. 

Word count:  2.1 K

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You hadn’t expected to be separated from the rest of the Batch, however, Omega had other ideas “to help” on this mission. The Batch infiltrated this Imperial base for intel and possible chain codes to steal. You volunteered to run after and bring her back.  Spotted by Imperial stormtroopers in a corridor, you and Omega try to lose them, but they are hot on your tail. Omega hears the Batch’s voices down a hallway and runs to them. 

You and Omega skid to a halt at the edge of a missing bridge while the rest of the Batchers are on the other side.  The precipice between is a several hundred story drop within the Imperial base. The group of stormtroopers rocked up behind you, guns lowered.  Hunter, Tech, and Wrecker looked on impotently across the chasm, weapons trained on the stormtroopers.  The Batch are poised, holding fire, trying to avoid any possibility of you and Omega getting caught in any crossfire. 

Unfortunately, you had not finished training with your Master. Your Master did not survive Order 66. You were SO CLOSE to obtaining Jedi status.  Now it was up to YOU to save yourself and Omega.  Being captured was not an option at this point.  Although, allowing the Empire to take you and Omega might allow time for the Batch to retreat safely to fight later.  That carried serious risks.  You were very limited in options as far as your Force abilities.  Master had not given you a light saber, remarking that the Force had a different path for you. 

The lead stormtrooper immediately grabbed you as a human shield, just as Wrecker let loose a shot from his blaster.  He intended to shoot the stormtrooper but hit you in the chest.  You slipped out of the stormtroopers grasp and off the edge of the bridge. You met Omega’s eyes as she called your name, while being dragged away by the same trooper.  As your body went into free fall down the chasm, you could hear your Batchmates scream, curse, and start blasting away.  

As consciousness slips from your body, you close your eyes.  The sense of falling disappears, but you expected that by eventually reaching terminal velocity from this height.  You open your eyes and are standing on an outstretched infinite path within an ever-expanding universe.  Before you is a HUGE hulking creature with glowing eyes. 

“What’s happening?  Where am I?”  You are simultaneously shocked, afraid, and unsure if this is all a dream. 

The creature stares down, sizing you up. 

“ In The World Between Worlds.” 

“Am I dead???” 

“No. It is not yet your time.  You are here to finish your training.” 

“My friends need my help!  I need to get back to them!!!” 

“You will return to help them; it is part of your training.” 

“Who are you?” 

“That matters not.  Only your path is of importance.  You cannot progress until your training is finished.  The lives within your care hang in the balance.  You and your group are linked together in that realm.  Your failure will be their failure...until you succeed.  Then you will be released from this realm to continue your path.” 

It feels like the creature is staring into your soul, “The point of entry is behind you.” 

You turn around to see...a doorway?  A dark threshold surrounded by cryptic symbols, suspended among stars.  

“Are you ready?” 

“No! I...” 

“Begin!” 

Your vision becomes a blur as you leave that place and return to where you were standing before falling off the platform.  The vertigo messes with your senses, and it all feels like you had a momentary hallucination.  Now back in this moment, you quickly spring into action. 

You yell “NO WRECKER” immediately and Wrecker stops in his tracks.  Hunter is sensing something, but unsure what it is.  The Stormtrooper grabs you as a shield.  A second trooper grabs Omega and drags her away.  Omega starts using swears that only Echo could come up with as she is taken.  The Batch stand with blasters trained on the stormtroopers in defense but not wanting to hit you in the crossfire.  The trooper violently puts a foot in your ass and kicks you off the platform, then commences to start firing on the Batch.  You free fall down the chasm and... 

...pass The World Between Worlds for a split second, and then appear back onto the platform.   

You try again. 

Omega is led away swearing up a storm while the stormtrooper is holding onto you.  Hunter calls to you, and in that moment, you sense the concern and love in his heart.  You also sense a dark presence in the Force, look up to the platform above and see Crosshair with his Firepuncher trained on you.  He was watching this exchange the whole time, waiting for the opportunity to shoot.  In his jealousy and anger, he fires, hitting you dead center between the eyes.  The very last thing you see is Cross grinning as he hears Hunter lose his shit. 

The fabric of the connected realms brushes past you. 

Again. 

You yank the stormtrooper into Crosshairs blaster bolt as his body is hit, he stumbles into Omega and both fall off the platform to their impending deaths.  The stormtrooper behind him, seeing the target they were looking to take is now gone, opens fire on you.  You fall off the platform. 

Again. 

Before the trooper can grab you, you grab Omega and jump off the platform into the chasm.  With any luck, you can use the force to stop yourselves before hitting bottom.  Unfortunately, you and Omega’s fall velocity was too much for your Force abilities.   

Again. 

You grab Omega but try to save only her.  As you fall past hundreds of platforms, you try to yeet her onto one as you fall.  You are falling too fast, and your throw was severely off.  You hear a sickening thud as she hits something. 

Again. 

You attempt to Force jump, and only make it just short of the other side.  You yeet Omega across the chasm towards the Batch, Hunter jumps for her from the other side, and she slips from his grasp.  You hear them both scream above you as you fall.  Fortunately, Tech and Wrecker send out their grappling cables and catch both.  Blaster fire starts from the stormtroopers.  Tech is hit, falls off the platform, and takes Omega with him since she is attached to his cable.   

Again. 

You Force jump again, Hunter jumps but misses Omega.  Knowing Wrecker will catch Hunter with his grappling hook, you send out a Force block in front of Tech. He is shielded from blaster fire, but Wrecker is hit by several bolts.  He falls off the platform taking Hunter with him.  You hear Wrecker's insanely terrified scream as you all fall.  Hunter sends out his grappling cable and it catches.  His fall is stopped, but Wrecker’s weight wrenches Hunters body horribly.  He screams out in agony as he feels muscles tear.  They are hanging and safe momentarily...or so it seems.  A shot is heard from Firepuncher and Hunters cable is severed.  Both Batchers scream as they fall. 

You try to hold onto the edges of the realm as you pass through, but it evades your grasp. 

Again. 

You grab the lead stormtroopers gun while he is still holding onto it and keep pushing his finger onto the trigger, you shoot him and several other imps.  You fire several shots towards Crosshair, preventing him from shooting at you.  However, one hotshot trooper in the back squeezes off and hits you right in the back fatally.  

Again.   

Same scenario, but you spin the trooper around and use him as a human shield and the hotshot misses you.  However, Crosshair blasts you at the base of your skull.  The last thing you see is Omega’s terrified expression as you fall onto the platform next to your teeth his shot loosened in the blast. 

AGAIN?

You are getting sick of playing this fucked up reset game already.  In your anger, you quickly grab the stormtrooper and throw his ass off the platform.  The Batch and Omega watch shocked at your anger.  The other stormtroopers are taken by surprise, as you advance on them and grab another.  Crosshair is attempting to aim, but you are moving too much. The hotshot trooper aims his weapon. You and the trooper in your grasp struggle violently. The hotshot cannot get a good clear shot.  Finally, he squeezes one off and misses you. However, he didn’t consider where Omega is standing, and she takes a direct hit. You hear your Batchmates scream in outrage. You scream in outrage. The hotshot screams in frustration, then double taps you and the trooper in your grasp in the head simultaneously. 

AGAIN??

You grab the stormtroopers gun while still in his hand and shoot yourself in the head.  You just want this exhausting mess to be over. 

AGAIN???

You fall onto the platform in a crumpled pile crying.  Stormtroopers AND Crosshair shoot you at the same time, resulting in a horrible, charred mess. 

AGAIN???

You scream bloody murder and obscenities at Crosshair.  He shoots you between the eyes. 

AGAIN! 

You jump off the edge of the platform screaming obscenities like a crazy person. 

Before reset, you see the expression on the creatures face.  He looks disappointed and replies, “You aren’t even trying.  Reach out beyond the boundaries of your realm” As you angrily try to spout off to him, you are thrown violently into the next reset. 

AGAIN!!!

Standing on the platform, you take a deep breath and survey the scene.  You mull over the creatures words.  Time seems to slow down: You sense the stormtroopers behind you, looking into each of eyes of the Batch; Hunter, Tech, Wrecker, up to Crosshair, finally resting on Omega.  You mouth, “Trust me” to her and she nods. 

Time suddenly slams into overdrive, and you instantly pivot to bearhug Omega.  The trooper misses your shoulder and grabs open air.  The shot from Crosshair’s Firepuncher, originally meant for you, hits the trooper right between the eyes and he falls off the platform.  You reach deep within the Force, grab the thin tether of this realm and open it wide.  You then realize you were only meant to grasp it at the start of your actions, not at the end.  You “push” through with the Force, taking Omega with you.  As you “slide” from one location to another, you pass the creature.  He nods as you pass from the world you left only a millisecond ago, through the timeless World Between Worlds. 

“Congratulations, Jedi!  Your training is complete.” 

You part the curtain to your world again, entering behind the Batch.  Hunter, before his eyes even register your disappearance on the opposite platform, senses a presence behind them.  His head whips around to see you and Omega are now out of harm's way.  His jaw drops inside his helmet.  Tech, seeing Hunters reaction, immediately spins around, his eyes are visibly dumbfounded “What?  How?”  Wrecker calmly looks behind him, seeing you and Omega there safely, doesn’t question.  He barks, “MUAHAHAHA!  YEAH!!!” and opens fire on all the befuddled stormtroopers standing on the opposite platform.   

With Wreckers cover fire, Hunter grabs Omega and runs down the hallway while yelling, “Let’s go!”  Tech runs past and grabs your hand.  He’s usually not touchy feely, but somewhere deep in his logical brain he understands that whatever happened saved your and Omega’s life.  All the quick calculations he was running in his brain logically ended in you both dying.  Wrecker is happily hopped up on blaster fire and the relief you are both safe.  He follows running behind. 

Crosshair is left on his sniper's roost.  He hasn’t EVER missed a target.  This was his first time. You were there one second and gone next to his surprise.  Stares down at all the dead troopers laying on the platform below, gnawing hard on his toothpick.  He’s angry...but intrigued.  Maybe instead of killing you outright next time, he can land a stunning blow.  The Empire might be VERY interested if he brought you in alive.  Cross sprints away down a shortcut. 

Your group reaches the end of the hallway and bursts out into the ship hangar bay.  A large battalion of stormtroopers meet you there, with guns aimed.  You all stop, out of breath, and possibly out of luck.  Echo swoops in with the Marauder hovering and laying down suppressive cannon fire.  Unfortunately, there are too many imps for him to dispatch while also landing successfully.  Hunter and Tech are furiously looking for a way out.   

You reach out with the Force and envelope Hunter, Tech, Wrecker, and Omega.  Before opening the fabric of this realm, you feel eyes on you.  Looking to a ledge several stories up, Crosshair meets your gaze.  You both stare intensely into each other.  Without even realizing it, you reach out and speak with the Force: 

“Why???” 

“Because...” Slight shock registering on Crosshair’s face “...I can.” 

“You’ll regret this someday...when you’re all alone.” 

“I already am.”  He’s angry and hurt.  There is nothing more you can say. 

You slide through, taking all the Batchers with you and suddenly appearing within the Marauder.   

Wrecker: “WHOA!” 

Tech: Speechless, wide eyed...and STILL holding your hand. 

Omega: Dizzy and winded. 

Hunter: Rips helmet off his head. His expression is wild eyed and looks like he saw some serious shit.  "What was that place? Who was that creature?” 

Echo:  Spins around in the pilot’s chair, eyes wide “WHAT THE FUCK!!!” 

You grin.  And watch the Batch trying to piece together their sudden location movement and glimpse of the creature between worlds. 

Giving the order to Echo you bark, “Let’s go, soldier!” 

He’s still sitting there with a shocked expression, then laser blasts pepper the ship, and he regains composure.  Echo flies the Marauder out of the Imperial facility, off the planet, scrambles the ships jump signature, and punches it into hyperspace. 

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Should I pursue certain plot points further and make this MORE than a one shot? What develops with Crosshair? Tech's hand holding awakening? Why was Hunter the only one to actually see the creature? Or whatever else you might want to explore? PLEASE message me or leave a comment! AND, PLEASE REBLOG! Thanks!!!

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"despairpilled whatevercore" is how I would describe Cyberpunk 2077 itself so far. Maybe it will surprise me. But I doubt it. let me explain but backwards:

Whatevercore,,,

The first thing that stands out to me about this setting is that there is no concept of 'counterculture.' In a game that has 'punk' in the title! That may be part of the 'point', that because the dominant culture's capitalist nightmare has consumed every possible human choice, motivation, emotional experience or expression it's all for sale and therefore it's extremely difficult to meaningfully oppose it. The police is normative culture. fuck the police is normative culture. conformity is normative, non-conformity is normative, rage against the machine is normative as a part of the machine... But what this means is that every possible aesthetic is blasting in your face at any given time at maximum volume surrounded by the trashiest possible conditions even in the supposedly high-class areas, so there are very few coherent emotional statements, reactions to the conditions (come back to this later) that could constitute 'punk art.'

And no, faking some kind of future-street-slanguage stand-in for AAVE does not constitute 'urban' punky flavor.

(Caption: ugh)

It's just aesthetic 'whatever' made with voyeurism to a racialized, class-linked idea of 'subculture' in mind, with no authentic foundation.

Now, I can understand the type of satire that exaggerates current conditions to express dissatisfaction with them, a desire to blow them all to bits. Warhammer 40k is a bit like this. But Cyberpunk 2077 makes the same mistake as Warhammer 40k: earnestly marketing the dystopian conditions as 'cool.' In reality everyone in this entire Cyberpunk 2077 world is deeply deeply uncool because none of them are fighting the currents that deposit them like sand in the suffering river, or at least not in any way that doesn't just replicate its conditions. you're never 'cool' if you follow the dominant hierarchical authoritarian thought in the world you live in, yes even if you mean to oppose it and YES! THAT MEANS YOU, KEANU REEVES! HOW DID PLAYING PRESIDENT TRUMAN SIMULATOR WORK OUT FOR YOU?

Rolling around being a super cool cyber assassin as a power fantasy is not counterculture in the world of Cyberpunk 2077 itself. at all. I have no choice but to be V who is one, and my experience is smooth and requires no thinking or friction besides two shit plot options that will both end bad for me sometimes, or how to blow up a buncha guys with my mind bullets and regular bullets. I swooce between cyber gang bandit lairs cleaning them out for the police. My wardrobe is mostly clothes i take from my dead enemies. I look horrible and I cant do anything about it right now.

I tried to design my V as a cute goth trans girl because if the game is going to force me to have a gender, that's the only correct answer. Sure, they have a bunch of lipstick shapes but they all kind of suck and ONLY ONE SHADE OF BLACK?! perish by my hand!!! There are a lot of 'options' for the character creator but all and all you can't actually execute them well as part of a 'look' anywhere near the start of the game so right away spiritually, physically, aesthetically, you're doomed to basically be 'whatevercore.' I could understand 'you gain the right to express yourself as you become more badass and accumulate more stuff' except for 1) the game LEADS with that this is a world of 'style over substance' in the character creator (an anti-punk statement if I ever heard one!!! the right to be so substantial you make people SICK is a punk fundamental RIGHT!) and 2) if a 14 year old could be a goth in middle school how come nobody running around is really 'anything' including me????

Despairpilled,,,

An important question and what I suspect is the theme of this game comes pretty early, from Dexter DeShawn: "Would you rather live in peace as Mr. Nobody, die ripe, old and smelling slightly of urine? Or go down for all times in a blaze of glory, smelling near like posies, without seeing your thirtieth?"

He's asking if I'm suicidal.

Everywhere I turn in Night City there's graffiti like, NO FUTURE or, THE END IS HERE. I think I saw an ACAB once but it was under a bunch of other stuff.

Even at the top of society, suicide seems like a prevalent theme given its relevance to Saburo Arasaka and his various children. Hell, Saburo wants you (an American) to be suicidal. It seems to be his goal, in how the Arasaka corporation targets the USA in specific. He is fighting a war against 'America' personally, like it's WWII. In a literal sense. The Japanese dominance in this story is primarily a dated one formed of American guilt, a fear of repercussions for atrocities of the atomic bomb from an enemy that committed (and denies) its own atrocities.

I don't want to say suicide isn't a powerful theme for a story. But the execution of this (no pun intended?) has very little relevance in a video game where your future does not move forward unless you do it yourself and moving forward often means like... roaming around barging into people's homes and getting into a zillion gunfights to no permanent consequences for you.

When I think of 'punk' attitudes, I don't really think about suicide by cop or drug overdose or a detachment from reality. I think like, 'we're not going to take this.' I think about Pride. I think about black activism. I think about die-ins on the steps at Capitol Hill. I think about a desire to live, demanding others not look away from those who are living and feeling. I think about anger at human sacrifice. Riots typically are about the right to not die, they aren't about a death wish.

[profoundbondfanfic]

Could you recommend some tentacle fics?

You're in luck because we have some self-proclaimed tentacle fic connoisseurs on this blog😂 Here are some favs.

An Unfamiliar Sea by anonymousEDward [Explicit, 108k words]

When a massive hunt drops into Sam and Dean's laps, they go in guns blazing - but what Dean discovers in the basement ends up changing his life for the better.

Alien Cas by MalMuses [Explicit, 111k words]

Dean is an astronaut, and he definitely chose the career so that he could help move humanity forward, not just because he didn't want to sit in an office, thank-you-very-much. Becoming the first human to set foot on Mars was never part of his five-year plan, but he loved his job and couldn't say no when the opportunity arose. He had spent plenty of time thinking about what he was risking never seeing again if something went wrong; his brother, brother-in-law, and the adorable kid they were adopting, not to mention his friends, his car, and pie. What he hadn't considered was what, or who, he might find when he actually got there.

Halflings by Unforth  [Explicit, 103k words]

Ever since his wife Lisa died, Dean Winchester has been willing to do anything for his son Ben. When Ben decided he wanted to adopt a halfling, Dean said yes without hesitation - provided they did so the right way, by giving whichever half-human they decided to bring home the respect and dignity it deserved. Half-octopi Castiel isn't exactly what they were looking for in a pet, but, then, they aren't exactly what Castiel was expecting for owners, either.

My Little Sea Treasure by Hiyochi [Mature, 63k words]

Exotic creatures weren’t really anything new to the world, animals all over the world, undiscovered that are coming about, being tamed to become pets. Only those who were rich or famous had these creatures, the more you had, the higher status. Somehow, Dean Winchester, a simple man, has stumbled across one.

Only a Salt Kiss Remains by InvictaAnimi [Explicit, 28k words]

Castiel is a brilliant cellist who plays by the seaside every day. Lately, though, he’s felt uncomfortable during his practice. His hair stands up on the back of his neck and he catches movement out of the corner of his eye. Of course, when he turns his head, nothing is there. He’s half convinced himself that his loneliness is causing him to go mad, when his admirer finally shows himself. Or itself. Being taken and held hostage against his will by a creature that shouldn’t exist might sound tragic to most people, but not to Castiel. Not in hindsight, anyway. It turns out, the most terrifying and unlikely of circumstances can bring unimaginable joy.

Research Specimen 14652 by Unforth [Explicit, 6k words]

Or: "Cas' just a scientist, Dean's just an octopus, can I make it any more obvious?" sung to the tune of Sk8ter Boi. Or: five times Dean hurt Cas without consent, and one time Cas' consent was enthusiastic. Or: yet another fic unforth has no idea how to accurately tag.

skin deep aquarium by sharkfish [Explicit, 3k words]

Cas moves closer, the end of a tentacle wrapping around Dean’s ankle as his hands tilt Dean’s chin up. “There are things I’m not supposed to tell you.” "I know,” Dean says. “The biology of our genders is different, as is our social behavior surrounding it.” “I know, Cas.” Cas tugs at Dean’s ankle and kisses him like it was hurting him not to. “I’m an alpha,” Cas says.

Squidding around by zation [Explicit, 92k words]

The Yellow-Eyed demon is dead. Vengeance extracted, Sam and Dean decide to try and get out of the hunting business and settle down. So Sam goes back to Stanford, Dean buys a beach house along the Californian coast, and things are simple for a while. Until it isn’t. Or, The one where the supernatural insists on finding Dean and where Dean doesn’t mind all that much. Not when the supernatural has tentacles, bluer than blue eyes, and is called Castiel.

Sweet Prince Castiel Meets the Tentacles of Pleasure by everandanon [Explicit, 98k words]

Imprisoned by his brother and doomed to be married on his twenty-first birthday, Prince Castiel manages to escape his quarters and flee to the magical Looking Glass Lake. There, he makes a wish to meet his truemate, his only hope at changing his fate — and to his surprise, his wish is granted. There’s just one problem. Or rather — there’s eight of them.

Tentacle Husbands by tiamatv [Explicit, 23k words]

“Dammit, Cas, stop it!” Dean complains, laughing. “Okay, seriously, how would the kingdom of Lebanon react if it knew their beloved Prince Castiel has a thing for feet?” Cas gives him a very wry look down the bridge of his nose, and gestures at the swirl of the eight octopus arms moving in the water underneath him. “I’m pretty sure the kingdom, if it were aware, would be much more offput by other things than my enjoying your toes, Dean.”

The Seraph by Hywar [Explicit, 135k words]

Ever since the seraph were discovered, there's been one rule society has had to adapt to: stay out of open water. Powerful, determined and aggressive, the octopus-human creatures are in a league of their own and have no qualms with taking what they want and attacking what they don't. Now, children learn to swim in man-made lakes and beaches are deserted save for researches and the fool-hearted. Dean Winchester is neither of those things. But a hunt has brought him and Sam, his brother, to one of the many abandoned beaches, where Dean is left with no choice but to take refuge in the water. He should be safe, he thinks, he doesn't go too deep - just deep enough to hide himself and to deter his pursuer. He forgot just how fast the damn things could be, and how determined they were once they had their eyes on something.

The Siren and the Sea Monster by Ltleflrt [Explicit, 15k words]

When Cain moves to Washington State, Dean decides to follow him so that he can keep his job as Cain's apprentice. The small town near the sea is Cain's home town, and he has a small beach house that he rents to Dean for dirt cheap, with only a warning to beware of strange neighbors.

What Has Eight Tentacles and Isn’t Allowed to Eat Pie? by Annie D [Teen, 16k words]

Dean watched an anime porn about this once, but real life turns out to be way less interesting. Or, the one where Dean gets turned into an octopus.

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Oasis

tags: unknown male species/female human reader, spirited away, different cultures, some misunderstandings, this one is for all you bitches with a priest kink, eventual smut but it’s a slow burn

potential triggers: gender roles are different in this society but they exist. also discussions of starting a family where the reader thinks a bit about pregnancy. my suspicions of christianity remain strong and eternal. i will draw your oc in a slutty maid uniform if you can guess which biblical figure i based a certain character off of.

Synopses: Sand and dust fill your mouth when you gasp for air. You don't know where you are. You don't know how you stumbled from a city to an arid desert, sun eternally half-set over a horizon you can never reach. Only after you almost collapse does someone find you, half dead, slumped over a well wall, choking and gagging on tepid water.

Excerpt:

You don't remember a lot when you wake up.

Your skin is caked with grime, and you remember dripping with salt and sweat by the time you... your eyes ache when you force them open, dusty light emanating from the open windows. A cooling breeze murmurs against the sheer curtains. When you sit up, a damp rag falls off your forehead, and you use it to wipe the grit away from your eyes.

The air smells... different. You can't explain the difference in words, only in abstract ideas; there's a salty dullness to it, almost like you're breathing invisible fog. It settles heavily in your lungs and takes effort to push out, but it's not humid. It's not necessarily hot, either; you think the temperature is almost balmy.

Your room isn't particularly large, but it's tidy and cool. You're lying on a long straw matt, sheets and blankets piled around your body, a pillow between your legs and under your neck. The position you wake in feels strikingly deliberate, not one you would naturally shift to in your sleep. The space behind your eyes pinches with pain, and your mouth feels rancidly dry. Slowly, feeling yourself out, you begin to flex your fingers. All of your joints ache and pop from your miserable trek yesterday, but you have no idea why your knuckles hurt so much. Did you keep your hand in a fist the entire time?

"You're awake."

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Go read the Vorkosigan Saga. Don't worry, I'll wait.

What if I told you there's a science fiction series of well over a megaword written by a woman with a mix of male and female viewpoint characters? What about how it uses just a single bit of technology to interrogate gender roles, reproductive politics, bioethics, and more? I give you the Vorkosigan Saga, and its number one trick: the uterine replicator. It's dead simple to explain - a fully functional exowomb. What Lois McMaster Bujold does with it is the real draw.

First you have the table stakes, the things you get for totally free:

Eliminating any chance of teratogenic damage during gestation

Perfect cloning

Making any prevention of "natural" conception irrelevant to one's future reproductive options

Then the ideas from the first few books:

Engineering a new kind of human for zero-G by giving them four hands

Creating a monastery planet with only men, but a reproducing population through replicators

Pre-natal hostage taking

Later we have:

Engineering a class of übermenschen to rule over a galactic empire

Allowing a couple to have their honeymoon while leaving their kids to gestate at home

Creating children with two genetic fathers

Another technology that asks some questions is cryorevival - as long as you get the brain on ice fast enough, you can bring back the otherwise biologically dead (think "chest turned into a crater") with few if any side effects. What if a society decided that everyone who dies should be put in cryo just in case technology advances in the future to the point where they can be revived effectively? If you're in cryo and thus "potentially alive", what is your position in the line of succession?

That's far from all the series has to offer. Beta Colony, inventors of the uterine replicator, also offers perfect sex transitions. How exactly does the law work when a new male heir pops up in the middle a line of succession? There's a weapon called the nerve disruptor, which does exactly what it sounds like. What do you do with someone lobotomized in combat, but otherwise perfectly healthy?

Also, this is a space opera. Most of the viewpoint characters are aligned to some degree with a patriarchal galactic empire. If you capture a planet mid-terraforming, do you keep working on the terraforming to increase the value of the planet to your empire, or stop it so the population remains trapped in their domes and unable to mount effective resistance? How do you balance a desire to push for modernization from within against the risk of civil war if you go too fast?

Before I set you on your way, a few content advisories: Some of these books deal intimately (but not grotesquely) with sexual assault, and the physical and psychological consequences thereof. Mental health more generally is also explored, up to discussions of suicide. Infanticide comes up at least once. Terrorism and mass civilian casualties are discussed mostly but not entirely in the past. From above you should also have gathered that while the series doesn't revel in gore, it does partake in it.

So, your potential starting points:

Falling Free - A distant prequel to the rest of the series, it deals with the creation of the four-handed people mentioned above. As such, it mostly stands alone. Themes: Bioethics, technological disruption of labor.

Ethan of Athos - The book about what happens when a gay man from the monastery planet meets galactic society, and women, for the first time. It takes place in the middle of the timeline, but it largely stands alone with only one shared character due to being one of the first books published. Picking this just means you're starting with a stronger emphasis on gender politics instead of bioethics, you have to pick one of the other options listed here after you read this one to actually get into the series. Themes: Gender politics (emphasis on sexuality), bioethics, intrigue.

Cordelia's Honor - A collection of the two early books. The protagonist of these books is the mother of Miles, who will be the protagonist of many of the books going forward. Themes: War (inter-state and civil), bioethics, gender politics (emphasis on gender roles), terrorism.

Young Miles - A collection of the two books which follow Cordelia's Honor, about the early life of principal protagonist Miles Vorkosigan. Themes: Physical disability, politics, irregular war, intrigue.

Personally I would recommend chronological order, starting with Falling Free. This is implicitly the order endorsed by the publishing history, as the collections are organized chronologically. For example, Cetaganda (1995) is in the same volume as Ethan of Athos (1986) because they take place at roughly the same time. The only exception is that Falling Free was stand-alone for a long time until it was republished in Miles, Mutants, and Microbes alongside Diplomatic Immunity, despite the long distance between them in the timeline. This is for good reason - Diplomatic Immunity is the book in the main part of the timeline that most directly interacts with Falling Free. If you choose to start with Cordelia's Honor, this is not a problem and you can read Falling Free when it comes up later.

Final notes: Lois McMaster Bujold is retired and has no current plans for more books in this series, but it's not impossible that could change. For now you can at least treat the series as provisionally complete. Remember to get your books from a library or buy from a local bookstore, used if possible. Don't buy from Amazon if you can at all avoid it. Audible is Amazon.

[georgiaejlittleyear3blog]

The Gothic Horror Sub Genre's

Gothic fiction is defined by the inclusion of the past coming back to haunt the characters in the story as well as the fear and supernatural events embodying this re-emerging past. Ruined buildings and decay are the staples of this, being physical reminder of this haunting past.

One subgenre is the gothic bluebooks, which fell into two primary categories taking place in either monasteries or convents or gothic castles. They were popular for being able to condense novels worth of content into mere pages, with characters usually either ending up married or dead by the end. The morals were pointed out in the narration and very obvious.

Southern Gothic and Southern Ontario Gothic are versions of this, characterized by their realism and deeply flawed and eccentric characters where were put in derelict settings and grotesque and horrifying situations, all of which were relating to the poverty, alienation, crime, and violence of the time.

Southern Ontario Gothic analyses social conditions such as race, gender, religion and politics, but through the lense of small-town Protestant morality stereotypical of the region, and often has underlying themes of moral hypocrisy. Actions and people that act against humanity, logic, and morality all are portrayed unfavourably. The Gothic novel has traditionally examined the role of evil in the human soul, and has incorporated dark or horrific imagery to create the desired setting.

Suburban Gothic dramatizes anxieties arising from the mass urbanisation of the United States and usually features suburban settings, preoccupations and protagonists. This genre tends to focus on threats to the family or neighbourhood and focuses inwards rather than on an external threat, mainly on teenagers and children.

Similarly, Urban Gothic is a subgenre that explores a post-industrial society. It was pioneered in the mid-19th century in Britain, Ireland and the United States.

While the majority of the Gothic Genre draws from traditional European literature and European architecture like castles and churches, Tasmanian Gothic, whilst still dealing with the themes of horror, mystery and the uncanny, centres on the natural landscape of Tasmania and its colonial architecture and history.

This is the genre most associated with ghosts. Linked to the ghost is the idea of a "haunting", where a supernatural entity is tied to a place, object or person.

[minheeskitten]

Why do you not like detrans people?

They’re just people living their lives like you who mistakenly thought they were trans at one point there are plenty who aren’t anti trans and still believe being transgender is a real thing.

This ask is referencing my 'Anti-trans/detrans DNI' boundary.

Why do I not want detrans on my blog?

Thank you for asking. I am hoping you asked this in a good faith. If you didn't. Then get off my page and block me.

Simply put; I do not want fetishizers or conservatives on my page. This is a safe space for me. They are unsafe.

That's your TLDR. Please do read everything.

Tws for below cut: Suicide mentions. Self Harm Mentions. Detrans fetish/kink mentions.

See, I've also mentioned in the same post you found this info out in, that this blog is my safe space.

I am Trans. I am transitioning. I do not want to detransition and anyone who would fetishize it or try to force me into it, would make this space not safe for me.

And i made this blog to be my safe space. My space to be myself. So I set the rules of who i want interacting or not.

I never said i didn't like the kind ones who don't really bring it up. The ones who quietly turned back on their transition. Or the ones who were trans but didn't do anything more than test out a name before deciding it wasn't right.

However. I do dislike the ones who are pushy about it. Or fetishize it.

My stance on them is: 'Do Not Fetishize Forcing Me To Be Something I Am Not' and 'Do Not Try To Force Me To Stop Being Trans'

I am all for gender experimentation. Fuck yeah, find out who you are! Experiment with that gender.

Since this is a space for me; I do not want anyone to come talk to me about detransitioning. I am not a safe space for those who are detrans to talk about their experiences.

I am glad there are ones who aren't anti-trans. Because there are far too many who detransition and then become anti-trans.

Not all of them are anti trans. But there is significant enough overlap that i am uncomfortable with them near me, since it can be hard to know who is and who isn't right off the bat.

Now, i recognize they are human. They could have figured out they disliked identifying the way they thought they wanted to. However.

Don't say transitioning is a mistake. Do not come onto my blog and say this to me again. Ever. I will block because of that sort of ask.

Wanna know why i take offense to this? Read the next few sentences. Carefully.

Transitioning has literally saved my life.

If i was not trans. I would be dead. By my own hand.

If i see someone trying to force detrans onto me. I may partake in harmful behavior for my physical and mental health.

I already suffer enough as it is, thank you.

I have nothing against the ones who transitioned and went 'oh this isn't me' and went back.

I strongly dislike those who fetishize detransitioning or try to force others to detransition.

Because that ideology would be my death

I don't want people bringing detrans ideas into my asks/notes. For my own mental health and well-being.

If they aren't one of the ones who would force it on me, they're chill. If they do not reblog or post detrans content, they can vibe with me.

But, as a preventative measure, i will block anyone who posts detrans content.

So that tumblr doesn't try to recommend me those tags. So that i don't have to worry about followers of mine being rude about me being Trans. So i do not have to see content that i do not enjoy seeing.

If i excluded only those who fetishize and force it on others, they would get very rude about me wanting them to not interact.

And then they would send threats and be all sorts of toxic. And i cannot handle that. This is a measure to keep myself safe.

It is simply safer to have them all avoid interacting, than to have to try and block every single one of them who pops up.

Every time i see 'detrans kink' i die a little inside. Because half the time. Its non fucking consensual.

Yes i do enjoy a little non-con. But not when it comes to my gender. Not when they force me to be something i am not.

Yeah i can block the tag. But that means i have to block every iteration of said tag.

Which is not feasible for me, or anyone.

Kindly respect my wishes. Because it literally keeps me alive, to avoid them.

It is a personal choice, that i made, to keep myself safe.

A choice i made to curate my experience on the internet. Which i suggest you do as well. After all, that is how it was meant to be used.

Hopefully you understand what i mean. As well as why i do not want them interacting.

If you have any follow up questions. Ask nicely, and in good faith. Any asks i receive that i believe are not made in good faith, i will block and delete.

Thank you for reading this post.

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

By: James Esses

Published: Nov 1, 2023

Last weekend, I was privileged to speak at the Battle of Ideas in Westminster, debating some of the biggest issues facing society. Below is a transcript of the opening speech I gave on the ‘Politicisation of Therapy’:

“The entire basis of psychotherapy and counselling is built upon the foundations of empathy, active listening, non-judgement and crucially, treating the client sat opposite you as an individual.

However, over recent years we have witnessed a new breed of therapists take over. I say ‘therapists’ but it would be more accurate to describe them as ‘activists’.

They, through a blend of identity politics and postmodernism, have chipped away at the core, ethical principles of psychotherapy and risk doing harm to the clients they are meant to serve as a result.

I would like to illustrate this through a few examples.

You may have heard the names B.F. Skinner, Sigmund Freud, Carl Jung, Fritz Perls or Carl Rogers. Considered by many to be the forefathers of psychology and psychotherapy. Although coming at the human condition from different angles, with their respectful modalities often in disagreement with one another, their influence is beyond doubt.

Well, increasingly, I hear of therapists and therapeutic bodies writing both them and their work off, on the basis that they are a bunch of “dead, old, white, men”. I wish I could say I was joking. Some training institutions are even renaming rooms formerly named after these individuals or removing them from the syllabus altogether for that very reason.

This is shocking. If these individuals were influential (which they were) and have something to teach us (which they do), it is utterly irrelevant what their sex was, or their skin colour, or whether they are no longer alive.

These foundational modalities of therapy have instead been replaced with a form of identity politics.

I have spoken to clients whose therapists have chastised them for the way they voted in the Brexit referendum. I have spoken to clients who were essentially told by their therapists that they were ‘privileged’, suggesting maybe they had nothing to complain about. I have spoken to clients whose therapist made a point in the very first session of commenting on their client’s skin colour.

All of this goes against the therapeutic principle of ‘bracketing’, in which therapists should attempt to set aside their own personal beliefs, convictions and judgements when it comes to meeting the client sat opposite them.

We have witnessed this more clearly than anywhere else through the infiltration of gender ideology. Gender dysphoria, the debilitating mismatch between one’s sex and one’s identity is a mental health condition. Yet, it is the only mental health condition that is currently treated by affirming the distressing thoughts inside someone’s head or encouraging them to physically change their body. The treatment for anorexia is not liposuction.

Such unconditional affirmation flies in the face of the notion of exploration – a bedrock of psychotherapy. It turns therapists into nothing more than robotic, nodding dogs, unable to explore or indeed challenge what their client is saying to them.

As we have, unfortunately, come to learn, including through the demise of the now-disgraced Tavistock Clinic, the road to medical transition is paved with significant risk and irreversible harm. More and more young people have been left scarred, physically and emotionally, left infertile or robbed of healthy body parts they can never get back. Many have told me that they wish their therapists had challenged them at the time, rather than affirming them down this slippery slope. The stakes could not be higher.

The battle lines have been clearly drawn. Such ideologically minded-therapists virtue signal their allegiance to the cause to prospective clients, through the placing of pronouns in their online biography or using terms such as “lived experience” or “LGBTQ+”. Those who dare to speak out against this, as I and my group, Thoughtful Therapists have, are branded ‘conversion therapists’, with many being hauled through kangaroo disciplinary processes or excommunicated altogether.

In 2021, I was 3-years into a 5-year masters’ degree in psychotherapy, on the cusp of setting up a private practice. I began to speak out about the infiltration of ideology into therapy, even writing a petition to the government asking them to safeguard explorative therapy for vulnerable children. One Thursday in May, I received an email from my training institution, the Metanoia Institute, telling me I was expelled with immediate effect. The grounds were that I brought them into disrepute. I was provided with no evidence, no policies, no hearing, no appeal. They publicised my expulsion on social media. For daring to speak out in support of biological reality and child safeguarding I was treated, according to their policies, with the same measure they might use against a student who had sexually assaulted a colleague on campus. I’m currently embroiled in litigation against them and the UK Council for Psychotherapy, on the grounds of discrimination.

One final anecdote – I was asked to give a talk to a therapeutic body last year. A large number of the membership were so triggered by my attendance that they tried to get it cancelled and when that didn’t work they set up an emergency “safe space” on site for after I had spoken. Remember, these are the therapists, not the clients. That so many therapists felt unable to have a discussion with me, let alone be physically present in a building at which I was speaking, made me worry about the impact of both their fragility and dogmatic ideological beliefs on their clients.

It appears that, far from alleviating mental distress, as therapists were created to do, the modern breed of therapists are in fact exacerbating it. This should terrify us all.”

[athirstygoblin]

Nolee

The Disciple of Waters

Lady Eldath, the Quiet One guides me, and I, Nolee, am her loyal follower. But it had not always been so. I was foolish to be lead astray when I was younger, and I fell to betrayal and heartbreak. Divine blessing, and perhaps luck, brought me back to my Goddess. I spent years afterwards dedicating myself for Eldath’s peace... but I felt nothing. Eventually I left my monastery, hoping my lady will show me the way. To bring answers to my questions. To bring peace in my heart. To discover who I am. May Eldath guide me and may I stay steadfast in my worship.

Age: 30

Gender: Cisgender woman (she/her)

Race: Human, with some water Genasi blood in her

Class: Monk

Subclass: Way of the Four Elements

Sexuality: Demisexual Biromantic

Voice headcanon: Katie Leung (Caitlyn Kirriman from Arcane)

Love Interest: Halsin, Timothy Ferderis (partner's oc)

Background: Acolyte

Trigger warning: Mentions of emotional abuse and manipulation, imprisonment, death, injury and disability

Due to an accident that resulted in her father’s death and her mother having her leg badly injured, Nolee’s mother, a Baldurian, sent her infant daughter away to the  only monastery for the Disciples of the Yielding Way, dedicated to the Goddess Eldath. 

Growing up, she was among the more mischievous initiates, causing trouble with the friends she made in the monastery; Yesna, a half elf, Brendan and Kai, both humans, Erras, a halfling and the eldest of the group, Arias, also human. Nolee struggled a lot with combat training at first, but with Arias’s aid, she eventually started picking up on skills and became a more prominent fighter in the monastery’s standards

Nolee developed something of a crush for Arias in her teen years, but was unaware he did not reciprocate her feelings, only pretending to so that he could use her. Their so called relationship was not healthy, as he would often manipulate and pressure her. The relationship, however, never got much further than soft touches and honeyed words exchanged between the two.

When Nolee was around fifteen, her friends, including Arias, convinced her to sneak away from the monastery and travel to Baldur’s Gate. While the group got into typical teenage mischief, there was also talks about leaving the monastery. Nolee, however, was not keen on the idea and protested against it, resulting in a heated argument amongst the group. Especially between her and Arias.

Once the group calmed down, they suddenly stumbled upon the corpse of a dead noble. Stunned and confused, Nolee did not expect Arias to turn her in to save the rest of the group, resulting in a burn on her wrist. She was left to rot in a damp and cold prison cell. Were it not for the help of a rogue whom she never saw again, she would have never escaped back to her monastery. Due to how late her wrist was treated, the wound developed into a scar which has faded over time.

She spent almost 15 years dedicating herself to her faith. Her dedication and hard work led to her becoming a master who would help train the younger initiates. She also made friends with newcomers Edelweiss and her brother Manuel. She started becoming mildly involved in assisting missions in her monastery, including assistance for the Harpers in the Shadow Cursed lands, though she never left the monastery itself.

She was happy there. At least, that is what she believed. Despite Nolee’s dedication to her faith, she still struggled with what happened to her fifteen years ago, with Arias. She found herself troubled, unable to find peace. So, she set off on a journey to try and rediscover herself, all while trying to understand her faith.