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[creatingblackcharacters]

"Let's Have a Talk, First"- Stereotypes, pt 1

Come sit down. You and I, before we get into any of the things I'm sure you're impatient to know: we need to have a come to Jesus talk, first.

There are some things that I've been asked and seen that strengthens my belief that we need to have a reframing of the conversation on stereotypes in media away from something as simple as "how do I find the checklist of stereotypes to avoid". Because race- and therefore racial stereotypes- is a complex construct! Stands to reason then, that seeing, understanding, and avoiding it won't be that simple! I'm going to give you a couple pointers to (hopefully) help you rethink your approach to this topic, and therefore how to apply it when you're writing Black characters- and even when thinking about Black people!

Point #1: DEVELOP THE CHARACTER!! WRITE!!

Excuse my crude language, but let me be blunt: Black people- and therefore Black characters- will get angry at things, and occasionally make bad choices in the heat of the moment. Some of us like to fuck real nasty, some might be dominant in the bedroom, they may even be incredibly experienced! Others of us succumb to circumstance and make poor decisions that lead to crime.

None of those things inherently makes any of us angry Black women and threatening Black men, Jezebels and BBC Mandingos, and gangsters and thugs!

Black people are PEOPLE! Write us as such!

If all Black characters ever did was go outside, say "hi neighbor!" and walk back in the house, we'd be as boring as racist fans often accuse.

I say this because I feel I've seen advice that I feel makes people think writing a Black character that… Emotes negatively, or gets hurt by life and circumstance, or really enjoys hard sex, or really any scenario where they might "look bad" is the issue. I can tell many people think "well if I write that, then it's a stereotype" and to avoid the difficulty, they'll probably end up writing a flat Black character or not writing them at all. Or- and I've seen this too- they'll overcompensate in the other direction, which reveals that they 'wrote a different sort of Black person!' and it comes off just as awkwardly because it means you think that the Black people that do these things are 'bad'. And I hate that, because we're capable of depth, nuance, good, evil, adventure, world domination, all of it!

My point is, if you write your character like the human being they are, while taking care to recognize that you as the writer are not buying into stereotypes with your OWN messaging, you're fine. We have emotions, we have motivations and goals, we make decisions, and we make mistakes, just like anybody else. Write that! Develop your character!

POINT #2: YOU CAN'T CONTROL THE READERS!!

Okay. You can write the GREATEST Black character ever, full of depth, love, nuance, emotional range, all those things…. And people are still going to be racist about them. Sorry. There is absolutely nothing you can do to control a reader coming from that place of bias you sought to avoid. If it's not there, TRUST AND BELIEVE, it'll be projected onto them.

That passionate young Black woman who told the MC to get her head out of her ass? Yeah she's an angry Black bitch now, and bully to the sweet white MC. Maybe a lesbian mommy figure if they like her enough to "redeem" her. That Black gay male lead that treats his partner like he worships the ground he walks on? Yeah he's an abusive thug that needs to die now because he disagreed One Time with his white partner. That Black trans woman who happened to be competing against the white MC, in a story where the white MC makes comparable choices? Ohhhh they're gonna be VILE about that poor woman.

It really hurts- most especially as a Black fan and writer- knowing that you have something amazing to offer (as a person and creative) and people are gonna spit on that and call it "preference". That they can project themselves onto white characters no matter what, but if you project your experiences onto black characters, it's "pandering", "self insert", "woke", "annoying", "boring", and other foul things we've all gotten comments of.

But expect that it's gonna happen when you write a Black character, again, especially if you're a Black writer. If you're not Black, it won't hurt as personally, but it will probably come as a shock when you put so much effort in to create a lovely character and people are just ass about them. Unfortunately, that is the climate of fandom we currently exist in.

My favorite example is of Louis De Pointe Du Lac from AMC's Interview With The Vampire. Louis is actually one of the best depictions of the existential horror that is being Black in a racist White world I have ever seen written by mostly nonblack people. It was timeless; I related to every single source of racist pain he experienced.

People were HORRIFIC about Louis.

It didn't matter that he was well written and what he symbolized; many white viewers did NOT LIKE this man. There's a level of empathy and understanding that Black characters in particular don't receive in comparison to white counterparts, and that's due to many of those stereotypes and systemic biases I'm going to talk about.

My point is, recognize that while yes, you as the author have a duty to write a character thoughtfully as you can, it's not going to stop the response of the ignorant. Writing seeking to get everyone to understand what you were trying to do… Sisyphean effort. It's better to focus on knowing that YOU wrote something good, that YOU did not write the stereotype that those people are determined to see.

POINT #3: WHY is something a stereotype?

While there are lists of stereotypes against Black people in media and life that can be found, I would appreciate if people stopped approaching it as just a list of things you can check off to avoid. You can know what the stereotypes are, sure, but if you don't understand WHY they're a problem and how they play into perception of us, you'll either end up writing a flat character trying to avoid that list, or you're going to write other things related to that stereotype because "oh its not item #1"... and it'll still be racist.

For example: if you wrote a "sassy Black woman" that does a z formation neck rotation just because a store manager asked her something… that's probably stereotype. If you thought of a character that needed to be "loudmouthed", "sassy", and "strong" and a dark-skinned black woman was automatically what fit the profile in your mind, ding ding ding! THAT'S where you need to catch your racist biases.

But a dark-skinned Black woman character cursing out a store manager because she's had a really bad, stressful day and their attitude towards her pushed her over the edge may be in the wrong, but she's not an "angry Black woman". She's a Black woman that's angry! And if you wrote the day she had to be as bad as would drive anyone to overstimulation and anxiety, the blow up will make sense! The development and writing behind her led to this logical point (which connects to point #1!)

I'm not going to provide a truly exhaustive list of Black stereotypes in media because that would ACTUALLY be worth a college credited class and I do this for free lmao. But I am going to provide some classic examples that can get y'all started on your own research.

POINT #4: WATCH BLACK NARRATIVES!

As always, I'm gonna push supporting Black creators, because that's the best way to see the range of what you'd like. You want to see Black villains? We got those! Black heroes? Black antiheroes? Assholes, lovers, comedians, depressed, criminals, kings, and more? They exist! You can get inspired by watching those movies and reading those books, see how WE depict us!

I've seen mixed reviews on it, BUT- I personally really enjoyed Swarm, because it was one of the first times I'd ever seen that "unhinged obsessed murderous Black fan girl" concept. Tumblr usually loves that shit lmao. Even the "bites you bites you bites you [thing I love]" thing was there. And she liked girls, too. Just saying. I thought it was a fun idea that I'd love to see more of. Y'all gotta give us a chance to be in these roles, to tell these tales. We can do it too, and you'd enjoy it if you tried to understand it!

POINT#5: You are NOT Black!

This is obvious lmao, but if you're not Black, there's no need to pretend. There's no need to think "oh well I have to get a 100% perfect depiction of the Black person's mind". That's… That's gonna look cringe, at its best. You don't have to do that in order to avoid stereotypes. You're not going to be able to catch every nuance because it's not your lived experience, nor is it the societally enforced culture. Just… Do what you can, and if you feel like it's coming off hokey… Maybe consider if you want to continue this way lol. If you know of any Black beta readers or sensitivity reviewers, that'd be a good time to check in!

For example, if your Black character is talking about "what's good my homie" and there's absolutely no reason for him to be speaking that way other than to indicate that he's Black… 😬 I can't stop you but… Are you sure?

An egregious example of a TERRIBLE way to write a Black character is the "What If: Miles Morales/Thor" comic. I want to emphasize the lack of good Black character design involved in some of these PROFESSIONAL art spaces, because that MARVEL comic PASSED QA!! That comic went past NUMEROUS sets of eyes and was APPROVED!! IT GOT RELEASED!! NO ONE STOPPED IT!!

I'm sorry, it was just so racist-ly bad that it was hilarious. Like you couldn't make that shit up.

Anyway, unfortunately that's how some of y'all sound trying to write AAVE. I promise that we speak the Queen's English too lmao. If you're worried you won't get it right, just use the standard form of English. It's fine! Personally, I'd much rather you do that than try to 'decode AAVE' if you don't know how to use it.

My point is, if you're actively "forcing" yourself to "think Black"… maybe you need to stand down and reconsider your approach lmao. This is why understanding the stereotypes and social environment behind them will help you write better, because you can incorporate that Blackness- without having to verbally "emphasize how Black this is"- into their character, motivations, and actions.

Conclusion

We need to reconsider how we approach the concepts of stereotypes when writing our Black characters. The goal is not to cross off a checklist of things to avoid per se, but to understand WHY we have to develop our Black characters well enough to avoid incorporating them into our writing. Give your Black characters substance- we're human beings! We have motivations and fears and desires! We're not perfect, but we're not inherently flawed because of our race. That's what makes the difference!

And as always, and really in particular for this topic, it's the thought that counts, but the action that delivers!

[tojiscursedtool]

A reverse of the "Male!R sucking hung!Gojo's dick" headcanons. Like hung fellow Jujutsu High teacher male!R in a "Colleagues with Benefits" relationship with Gojo, and loving how Gojo is just S+++ at handling his magnum dong and making him cum.

⟢ : Satoru HC’s !?★.ᐟ

Note ~ kicked my feet when writing this fr

MENTIONS — Male!reader, Blowjobs/Handjobs, dick riding, cock warming, bulging, praising, mean/rough sex, degrading, begging, gentle sex, teasing, fingering.

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— !SatoruGojo whose clothes are baggy but underneath them he’s a well built guy with a slim ass waist. His body is really flexible too especially when you’re fucking him.

— !SatoruGojo who wraps his arms around your neck pulling you towards him making you look at his eyes while you fuck him, making you look at what you’re doing to him.

— !SatoruGojo who absolutely loves sucking your huge dick, he loves the feeling of you making a mess of his hair as you tell him how good he’s doing. It motivates him to keep going and he’d even use his tongue to get more praise out of you, he loves that shit. He’d keep looking into your eyes with his pretty blue ones, making you feel a bit embarrassed by the way he’d look at you as he sucked your cock.

— !SatoruGojo who loves drinking up your cum like it’s a dessert for him. He always begs for you to either cum in his mouth or his slutty ass, he prefers to be filled up to the brim especially when you’re fucking him in his ass. He begs for more until he’s practically pregnant but..he can’t that’s just the pleasure talking.

— !SatoruGojo who loves to tease you in public and tries to provoke you, he knows you can be sorta sweet to him when you wanted but he forgets you can also pin him against a stall and fuck his mind out. That you could rearrange his insides with your ridiculously huge cock, he gets drunk on it. Hell he’s even moaning so loud to where everyone can hear and gets the both of you kicked out of places.

— !SatoruGojo who has a big ass ego especially in bed, sometimes you have to be mean just for him to listen but that’s what he likes. He wants you to be mean to him he loves when you tell him how much of a whore and a disobedient slut he is..how much of a brat he is and that he needs to start listening or else you were really going to fuck him dumber than what is already.

— !SatoruGojo who loves feeling your cock buried deep inside him, as you’re pumping him full of your cum and cock he always gets fucked stupid. He always ends up begging for more even if he’s already full of your cum, he still wants more of your cock and you’d happily give it to him. He loves the feeling of you rearranging his insides as you used him like your own personal little fuck toy. He was perfect at making you cum and you’d use that to your advantages, of course you wanted to make him feel good too so you did just that.

— !SatoruGojo who loves to cock warm you when you’re busy, when you felt cold or were just turned on in general you’d ask Satoru to cock warm you. Of course he’d agree with no hesitation and try his hardest not to move as you did your work, some times he wouldn’t be able to handle it and he’d distract you by riding your cock..

“Satoru, can you come here and cock warm me while I get some work done? Please.” You’d ask him gently kissing his neck and he’d comply, next thing he knew he was on your large cock trying his hardest not to move earning a whine here and there, you’d tell him how much of a good boy he was for not moving and that would motivate him. He already had a big ego but you praising him for the smallest things just made his ego bigger and bigger..but when he couldn’t control himself he’d end up fucking him self stupid on your cock screaming your name. You’d end up punishing him but not coming on him and pulling out to cum on his stomach or thighs letting your huge loads go to waste. He’d pout snd whine, maybe get upset that you would waste your loads like that instead of emptying yourself into him, but that was his fault for not listening.

— !SatoruGojo who doesn’t understand why you’re randomly so clingy and needy until he looks down and notices you’re bricked..you always look into his eyes and ask..no you beg him for you to fuck him. You don’t care where you just wanna get off and you also wanna look at his cute face as your huge cock is going deep inside him. Where you wanna hear his dumb babbling and his slutty moans. Where you wanna grab his nice plump ass as you fuck him, you love looking into his eyes as you fuck him but sometimes you get distracted by his ass, he has a curvy waist with a nice ass who could blame you for watching it move as you fucked him?

— !SatoruGojo who arches his back when he’s sucking your dick so you could use your fingers to play and finger with his ass. He enjoys when you hit his prostate as he’s sucking your dick, he loves how full your cock makes his mouth and throat. He loves when you face fuck him too, he goes cross eyed when you go to rough, sometimes you’d notice a change in his eyes how his pupils became In a heart shaped form. He’d have his hands resting on your legs for support as he’s deep throating you, sometimes when he goes completely down on your cock you could see the outline of your cock in his throat.

— !SatoruGojo who is being fucked up against his bedroom wall, you’d usually come over to his place unexpectedly to hang out with him but that results in you railing the fuck of out of him in the end of it. You’d be holding onto his hips as he’s gripping onto the wall as you ruined his insides. Ruined him. He’d be screaming for you to never stop and to keep going and you’d give him just that, occasionally you’d slap his ass harshly if he was too loud, you didn’t want the next door neighbors to hear the strongest sorcerer being railed by his co-worker.

— !SatoruGojo who loved when you were also sweet and gentle with him, asking if anything hurts or if he was uncomfortable at all..when you took your time with him pampering him with kisses and ‘I love you’s’, the times you’d fuck him just for him to feel good and special. You’d tell him how much you loved him and how good he felt, how he was taking you so well, how he was so pretty like this. You’d slowly move yourself in and out of him as he’d occasionally kiss you whilst he latch onto you not wanting to let go of you or this moment you both were in.

“Satoru, I love you.” You’d whisper in his ear as you towered over him, both of your hands were interlocked with his, you looked at him in the eyes and noticed his sweet smile. He then spoke in a soft tone, “I—I love you..too, baby..” his moans and whimpers were soft, you made sure to spoil him as much as you could that time, kissing him all over his neck, shoulder, and face as you went gentle with him. You made sure to take care of him as soon as you were done, cuddling up with him allowing him to sleep on top of you.

— !SatoruGojo who notices that when you’re hard or horny you don’t say much but try to get Satoru to notice by other ways..he knows what you want but he acts dumb until you ask him and then he starts to praise you. Sometimes he’d take advantage of your shyness and top you while you’re fucking him, he’d have you pinned against his bed as he was riding your cock telling you what to do, he’d leave hickeys and bite marks all around your torso and neck. When he’d kiss you he would bite your lip causing it to bleed or bruise up, as well with him shoving his tongue in your mouth as he deeply and sloppily kissed you.

— !SatoruGojo who takes pride in being able to make you cum, he knows exactly how and what you like. He loves that he’s the one you always go to for pleasure or to de-stress yourself. When he’s sucking your cock he’d make sure to deep throat you completely as he’s jerking you off, he’d also use his long tongue and probably use infinity to fuck around with your sensitivity making you cum more quicker than normal.

— !SatoruGojo who occasionally lets you fuck him in his domain when the two of you are out and have no where quiet or private to go, his domain causes you to feel more vulnerable and sensitive when you’re both doing it. You’re confused on why but never question it, it feels fucking amazing..

— !SatoruGojo who wants to keep eye contact with you no matter what, he could be sucking your cock, letting you fuck him, grope him, tease him, he doesn’t care what he wants you looking him in the eyes. He needs your eye contact badly, sometimes when you’re fucking him and you look at him a certain way he cums instantly.

— !SatoruGojo who wants to keep eye contact no matter what, you could be fucking him, groping him, having him suck your cock, teasing him, etc and he’d want you to look at him. He wants you to know how good you made him feel and that he wants to make you also feel good. You loved it just as much as he did, to look into his pretty eyes. The way they looked at you with love and desire, those pretty bright blue eyes that glowed with desire when you fucked him. Those pretty eyes who admired and loved you, who loved looking just as deeply into yours. He wants you to know that you are his no matter what and can’t stop looking into your eyes.

— !SatoruGojo who loved how sweet you were most of the time, he did tease you though most of the time you didn’t mind but when he was REALLY testing you, you were kinda mean when fucking him. Aggressive and rough as hell, he didn’t complain tho he’d keep going and mock you until you wanted to fully destroy everything he was. You’d glare at him with such an angry agitated look as you were slamming yourself into him harshly slapping his ass causing it to be red and sore in the aftermath.

— !SatoruGojo who enjoys teasing you with his infinity, it could be right when you’re about to come and he’d tease you making it harder for you to cum and he’d have you release causing your load to fill him up completely, sometimes he’d blankly pass out from it and wake up hours later still feeling completely full.

— !SatoruGojo who loves how determined and genuine you get when you really want something, if you wanted something you’d take it..with his consent of course. You’d ask him pushing your shyness aside or end up hinting that you really needed it, that you needed him and him only. That shit really fed his ego.

— !SatoruGojo who loves when you look down at him staring into his eyes while he sucked your cock, he loved it so much. He loved making you watch him tease you and kiss all over your cock and sometimes let it rest on his face as he gently kissed the shaft, he’d even thank it like it was benefiting him in some way..well it was. He was feeling pleasure by you, by your cock. He’d even use his tongue to play with the tip of your cock whilst gently stroking it, teasing you. He’d lick the slick and his tongue was gently licking across your tip down onto your shaft back on your tip again. And right when you’re over stimulated he’d deep throat you unexpectedly causing you to cum instantly in his mouth. After he swallowed it all he’d swallow it all and over his mouth to show you he took it all, Satoru would thank you.

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[dianneking]

The Affair - Chapter 2 (Larissa/Reader)

Hello everyone, here's the second installment to this little fic. Writing has been slow-going but the kind comments I got on chapter 1 both here and on AO3 were a great motivation to put in the work when I had the time and brainpower to do so. Hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Larissa Weems/You Rating: Mature Tags: Alcohol consumption, Morally Ambiguous Character, Swearing, Boss/Employee Relationship, Seduction, Second-person POV, Teacher Reader, Power Imbalance.

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Chapter 2 - Private Booth

“I must admit this is highly unprofessional of me, but I cannot help but find you incredibly alluring, darling.” She murmured in your ear and you heard a breathy laugh exiting your mouth, feeling as if it came from miles away. 

You weren’t sure how the evening had evolved to this point, if you had to be perfectly honest. You were sure you both had been the picture of professionality at the start of your dinner together, sitting primly at the table in the private booth, ordering a light meal and talking about lesson plans and your previous work experiences.

You had been nervous, but except for the unusual setting, it hadn’t been that different from countless other meetings you’d had with principals. And, you mused as you took a bite of your salad, to be honest you appreciated having this conversation over food for once instead than in a stuffy office. 

Was it some sort of cultural difference that outcasts had? Or was it a peculiarity of the woman sitting in front of you? She seemed like someone who was more than able to disregard rules if she wanted to. 

You found yourself liking that, despite your usual aversion for rule breaking.

Then…then Larissa (she had asked you to call her Larissa at some point, you were sure of that) Larissa had offered to share a bottle of wine “to toast together at a fruitful collaboration” and you had had half a mind to turn the offer down, but found yourself agreeing. Why the hell not? It had been ages since you drank some good wine, and your principal looked like the kind of woman who’d only choose good alcohol. 

“You have great taste,” you had commented, sipping on your first glass, and it had been at that moment that you had felt the energy in the booth starting to shift. She had dabbed her mouth on her napkin, and let her eyes roam over your figure for a handful of seconds more than it was polite to do before replying, “Oh of course. I very rarely lose my time when it’s not worth it.” Her lips had curved up in a smirk and you had had to take another sip of that wine to give time to your suddenly galloping heart to slow down a bit. Surely she was still talking about the wine, wasn’t she?

But then the conversation had moved on and you thought you had imagined the flirty undertone. Surely she wouldn’t be the type to do something like that, would she? Even if you hadn’t actively sought out gossip, surely you would have heard if Nevermore’s principal was a serial seducer, right? 

Larissa had been an extremely pleasant conversationalist, and often you found yourself invested in the latest anecdote from one of her travels, or her opinion on one subject or another. You laughed at her recounting of the antics of her students, and were amazed at the lavish traditions of Nevermore that she insisted on educating you on. 

You could have listened to her talk all night long, looking at how her face danced with emotions, how the passion she had for her job and her loyalty to her school shone in her voice as well as her eyes. And the way she ran her tongue against her teeth every now and then had you completely mesmerized. You were hanging on her lips and had given up feeling self conscious about it. You wanted to know more about this mysterious lady. You wanted to know all that she’d be willing to tell you.

And you were acutely aware that you still hadn’t discovered what exactly had happened that had left her for several months on sick leave. The students talked of an attack of undead  to the school but you were sure those were exaggerations, and that there was a less…fanciful explanation. Teenagers are known for making a big deal out of small mundanities. Even taking that into account, it seemed like mysteries surrounded this woman, wrapping around her like the subtle yet lingering scent of her perfume. 

“You smell amazing.” You had blurted out, and almost clapped a hand over your own mouth, horrified at your sudden boldness. That was not something to say to your boss who apparently still had the power to fire you if she somehow found you lacking! 

But she hadn’t bristled, nor had she seemed in any way angry or offended. She had simply chuckled lightly, and busied herself with swirling wine inside her glass with slow, hypnotic movements.

“Thank you, dear. It’s Ambre Nuit, by Dior, obviously.”

“...Obviously.” You had parroted back, even though you knew nothing about perfumes and even less about Dior. Your eyes were glued to her hand, still cradling the bowl of the wine glass. You had not noticed until now just how long and tapered and beautiful her fingers were. How effortlessly they curled on the glass shoulder to loosely swirl its contents. A part of you wondered how those hands would feel on your body.

“You know? You could smell it even better if you came to sit beside me…there’s plenty of space on this bench…” her voice had trailed off, and it might have been the wine coursing in your system, but this time you felt like you could almost taste the promises in her voice. 

And that’s how you had found yourself squeezed besides her on the bench, your thigh pressed against hers, the fabric of her dress and of your trousers the only thing separating your skin from making contact with hers. You were acutely aware of how dimmed the lights had been in the private booth, and how the waiters had stopped coming around after they had delivered your desserts. 

A perfect setup, suggested the romantic part of your brain, a part that was often overlooked and laid dormant in the day to day routine.

A perfect trap, countered the more cynical part, who couldn't help but wonder how many times had the beautiful woman beside you put on this show for her latest prey. 

It just all seemed so effortless for her. She mixed her flirting (it had to be flirting by now, right?) with more easygoing topics, she kept topping your glass off with that lovely wine, as well as drinking just as much herself. One part red flag, one part irresistible temptation.  

And it was at that point that she had leaned over, and you had felt her breath hot on your ear, and you were sure you had drank way too much wine because just that little puff of air made your skin erupt in goosebumps and your head spin. 

“I must admit this is highly unprofessional of me, but I cannot help but find you incredibly alluring, darling.”

“I must be dreaming” you said before your common sense could stop you, the tingling of your giggle still in your throat.

But not even in your wildest dreams could you have imagined how her hand felt as it fell on your thigh, light as a feather, but making your skin burn white hot even through the fabric.. 

“Well I suppose I’ll have to pinch you then.”

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[glorfindel-of-imladris]

Glorfindel Week | Day 1: Valinor Headcanons

Glorfindel headcanons for his time in Valinor for @glorfindelweek 💛✨

I primarily write in the Second/Third Age, but I do have headcanons for Glorfindel in his youth and in Valinor that do influence my writing. I thought that today's prompt gives me a good opportunity to share them!

Born after Turgon, around Galadriel and Aredhel’s age. Glorfindel's actual age has never actually come up in my writing (other than he's Very Old), but the idea of it does influence his dynamic with other characters. He is younger than Turgon, and in a way defers to him beyond Turgon just being his king. Turgon is like an older brother to him. Ecthelion is slightly older, but barely; Egalmoth is a little younger, but also barely. Glorfindel treats them as peers as well as his best friends. Galadriel is also a peer and so he interacts with her as such, especially after his return in the Second Age and well into the Third Age. Glorfindel's age also somewhat affects his dynamic with Erestor, whom I of course write him with plenty. While I also now mostly write Erestor as having been born during the Years of the Trees, he is always specifically younger than Glorfindel. I don't think I ever mention it though and I'm not even sure if the effect is noticeable, but it's there. 🤭

Mostly Ñoldorin, but part-Vanyarin, cousin of Elenwë. This is an old but popular headcanon for Glorfindel, considering how: 1) it was said that Glorfindel crossed the Helcaraxë out of his kinship with Turgon; and 2) he has golden hair. I adopted it very early and just ran with it all these years. One thing that has changed over the years is that although I have written him as a pure Vanya before, I have now resolved to have him as part-Ñoldorin, simply because he was the only one among Fingolfin’s host that canonically didn't take part in the kinslaying at Alqualondë. I do not like the idea that some clans are better than others, that violence was a mark of the Ñoldor while “goodness” is ascribed mostly to the Vanyar, who happen to be the whitest of the white among the races in Arda.

Has sisters (and maybe one brother). I imagine Glorfindel as having siblings; he just has that vibe about him. I usually place him around second out of five children, with the older sibling to him being always a sister. The placement sometimes changes, and sometimes there isn't even a brother at all (or if there was, Glorfindel hasn't met him before he left with Fingolfin's host), but somehow key to my idea of Glorfindel is that he has sisters and he has a good relationship with all of them. He is therefore comfortable with women, is gentle with them, and relates with them easily. He does, however, stand a bit independent of his sisters, who share a close bond among themselves, and he is the only one in his family to join the hosts crossing to Middle-earth.

Bonus: Valinor, post-death

He has returned to Middle-earth at least once before the Second Age, by fighting in the War of the Wrath. According to The History of Middle-earth, Glorfindel was reimbodied shortly after his death, within the First Age. Given that he already was there when Eärendil arrived asking the Valar for aid, you cannot convince me that Glorfindel wouldn't have gone. There was hardly anyone in Valinor more motivated to help Eärendil than Glorfindel himself, Eärendil’s savior in Gondolin, and you can take this headcanon from my cold and dead fingers.

Emissary of Manwë, learned from Nienna. It was also said that Glorfindel became a follower and friend of Olórin (Gandalf) in Valinor, so this isn't much of a stretch considering Olórin's alignment as well as a Maia. Given also how Glorfindel was returned primarily for his "goodness", and the fact that he was steadfast against the kinslayings, and his care and love for people, Nienna as the Vala he most aligns with also is not a stretch.

[self-esteeem-to-match]

i LOVE your peterick family fluff series it’s so cute!! are you planning on writing more?

omg hi! thank you so much! i do plan on writing more Im just slightly stuck on where to start the next chapter. any ideas?

[triforce-of-mischief]

Spirits and Hands

Summary: On his way to save Zora's Domain for the second time, Wild and his companions encounter a terrifying enemy.

Warnings: totk spoilers, panic attack, hands

AO3

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The journey to Zora’s Domain was already turning out to be a lot better than Wild had expected it to be. Any traveler he passed would have thought that he was making the trip alone, but he was far from it. Two glowing, spirit-like forms were at his side.

One, a young Rito with a bow on his back, had joined Wild last week after his physical counterpart had discovered his abilities as a sage. The spirit was useful for flight and fight, but his inability to emote more than a tilt of his head left his companionship a little lacking. Wild liked to talk to him, but Tulin’s avatar seemed to be more willing to communicate with beings on a similar level.

Wild’s other companion had been a constant presence ever since he had woken up on the Great Sky Island. Well, they hadn’t appeared in this form at first. He was one of many companions who visited Wild one at a time. Today, Wild was accompanied by a mostly-incorporeal Hero of Winds.

Unlike Tulin’s avatar, Wind was fully present and intelligent in this state. Time travel magic, yada yada, they didn’t really know or care about the differences between heroes and sages. What they did know was that although Tulin was unable to process too many new thoughts or allow Wild to touch him, Wind had no such limitations. The sailor claimed that he wasn’t dead, but all three of them agreed that he was more alive than the sage’s avatar.

Which brought them to this moment, meandering around the Zora River as Wild tried to avoid stepping in the thick sludge that had invaded the area. The spirits chattered with each other, audible only in Wild’s mind.

“And that’s when I looked up and realized that the dragon’s tail was the perfect shape for my grappling hook!” Wind said.

Tulin flapped his wings excitedly. “You could use it to wiggle the ceiling loose and crush the monster!”

“Exactly!”

“Stay close, guys,” Wild said quietly. “We’re about to enter the Tabahl Woods.”

The spirits agreed to finish the story later, mostly so Wild could concentrate on their surroundings. Unlike a few years ago, no Lizalfos could be heard near this stretch of the river.

“Gloom ahead,” Tulin pointed out.

Wild glanced in that direction, spotting a churning puddle of black-rimmed red. “Good eye. We’ll stay clear of that.”

The champion brought them closer to the river, letting the patch of gloom fall behind his line of sight. He had barely passed it when he saw Tulin prepare his bow out of the corner of his eye.

“Don’t tell me I missed a Lizalfos,” Wild groaned, setting a hand on his sticksword and turning around.

His heart dropped.

Wind shouted, “What are those?”

The puddle of gloom was creeping closer, tearing across the wet grass and turning the very air red as if a blood moon had appeared mid-afternoon. Flakes and tendrils of the evil substance floated above the concentrated mess, making Wild cough as it entered his lungs. With a demonic screech, a half dozen gnarled arms rose from the gloom, each topped with a hand and a malicious eyeball staring from its palm.

“Run!” Wild yelled, tripping on his own feet as he hurried to do just that.

“I got it!” Tulin called, and Wild heard the rapid thwip of his arrows.

“It won’t work!” Wild reprimanded, sprinting mere inches ahead of snatching fingers. “I tried that last time, they- ack!”

The hand found purchase on his ankle, draining precious energy before he managed to wriggle free. The pursuit resumed immediately, rendering Wild exhausted within seconds. He had lost track of both Wind and Tulin, the spirits left behind as Wild struggled to escape. The hand gave up the chase, but any relief Wild felt was extinguished by a familiar shrill scream.

Wild whirled around, finding that the gloom hands were now preoccupied with the smaller targets. Tulin had managed to fly out of range, sending useless arrows into the monster’s eyes. Wind, however, had been surrounded completely. A hand was clamped around his face, holding him suspended in the air while his feet kicked at nothing. More hands gathered around him, grabbing and squeezing and smothering.

Wind couldn’t feel pain, but judging by his panicked cries, that didn’t matter when he could still be scared.

A surge of protectiveness gave Wild the final burst of strength he needed to run away from the monstrosity’s field of influence. The hands shrieked and shriveled in the returning sunlight, vanishing and releasing Wind.

Tulin’s avatar swooped beside Wild, who told the Rito to go scout. Wild crashed to his knees beside Wind, giving him an instinctive once-over. The boy’s translucent body was unharmed, though Wild couldn’t be completely sure. Wind was curled around himself, knees tucked to his chest and hands clamped over his ears.

“Wind, are you…” The remainder of the question faded away, and Wild tried again when the sailor didn’t move. “Wind?”

In a voice more small and broken than Wild had ever heard it, Wind asked, “Is it gone?”

“Yeah… yeah, they’re all gone.”

Wind was perfectly still, but Wild could hear muffled crying.

This was a new experience, and Wild didn’t know how to react. Wind rarely cried, putting on a brave face around the older heroes and defending himself with youthful bravado. Wild had seen him wrapped in Warriors’ scarf a few times, even hidden away in Time’s arms once or twice, but Wind had never sought comfort from Wild. With the kid so vulnerable before him now, Wild could only hope that he could balance comfort and respect so he didn’t ruin the moment.

Wild asked, “Can you try to sit up so I can see that you’re not hurt?”

Wind hiccuped and slowly pushed himself upright, keeping his hands close and his head bowed. Wavy sea glass-green hair concealed his face, and Wild carefully reached out to rest his finger under the spirit’s chin. Wind flinched the slightest bit at Wild’s touch, but allowed him to tilt his head up for inspection.

Just as Wild had expected, Wind was completely unharmed- physically, at least. His cheeks were free of marks like the ones Wild could feel burning his ankle, left behind by dragging fingernails. No bruises from being grabbed, no patches of angry flesh sizzling with remnants of gloom. Satisfied with his findings, Wild braced himself before finally looking into Wind’s eyes.

Like Tulin’s avatar, Wind’s eyes were simple pools of light that held far less emotion than his true form. So when Wild saw that they were wide and shimmering, that glowing tear tracks were streaming down Wind’s face, he knew that something was very wrong.

“Wind, please,” Wild whispered. “What can I do to help?”

A ragged wail tore through Wild’s mind, and the champion had no time to prepare himself before the spirit launched himself forward. Wind was weightless in Wild’s arms, but tangible all the same as he quickly pulled him into a proper hug. The sailor made himself as small as possible, hiding from the world as he cried. Raw sobs and hoarse screams that would have caused a lot of pain if he had been able to feel such a thing, wave after wave of catharsis that came from vocalizing pure, overwhelming fear.

Wild waited in silence, knowing that words couldn’t help this situation. He remembered how afraid he had been in the aftermath of his own first encounter with the gloom hands. Only adrenaline had kept him going long enough to reach the Mount Lanayru Skyview Tower before he had crumbled in the snow, hyperventilating and hallucinating the horrible screams.

But as scared as Wild had been, Wind’s reaction was so much worse. The boy was trapped in his panic well after Tulin gave the all clear, never calming down even a little. Was it because he was so young, or was Wind reliving trauma that Wild didn’t know about? Something more was going on, but honestly, Wild found that he didn’t care. In this moment, all he wanted to do was comfort his little brother.

[whumpshaped]

"and im getting quality prompts too. why dont these ppl have their own blogs so i can follow them and rb all this premium stuff. "

Can't write unless I feel obligated to for the sake of somebody else :(

Scrolling through your blog and manifesting regular asks in 2024 to get me out of this hole 😭

NO BUT. OK. I AM GRABBING U LIKE THIS

I HEAR SO MANY PPL SAY SIMILAR STUFF. AND HOW LIKE OHHHH I DONT RLY WRITE THIS IS NOT REAL WRITING.... POST THAT HALF BAKED SHIT. WRITE INCOMPREHENSIBLE PROMPTS. RAMBLE. SCREAM INTO THE VOID. thats half of what i do.

THERES TREMENDOUS VALUE IN IT!!!!!!!!!!!! if u guys posted all this stuff the community would be all the better for it bc theyre SO quality. i love u guys. if any of u ask senders ever make a blog to post these prompts or smth, or decide to start posting them on ur already existing blogs, whatever. just send me ur url bc i wanna follow. its such good stuff.

[allastoredeer]

Hello, I just read the new chapter of "Damage Control" and it was a really fun read! I usually don't comment on the fics I read because my English isn't good, but as someone who's just starting to explore what the radioapple dynamic has to offer, I found this fic to be a god-send and it feels wrong to just not congratulate you.

Your characterization of all the characters in Hazbin Hotel and the world building for your radioapple series is so heckin' amazing I have no words for it. You show so much understanding of the hellaverse that even the smallest details, like that news segment with Katie Killjoy in the first episode, feel so on point. To me, it doesn't feel much different between reading your fics and watching any episode of the show.

I also wanted to ask if you were planning on involving the Sins at some point in the story. It can be fun to see the Sins gathered together to discuss why the short king, the same one who has been crying for his wife for seven long years, is suddenly involved with one of the Pride Ring's most dangerous Overlords. I can clearly hear Asmodeus say something like: “If I had a nickel for every time a royal gets involved with a sinner/hellborn (cofcofstolascofcof), I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.”

I really hope you never stop writing. You have become my favorite writer in this fandom. I hope you have a great day :D

HELLO!!! AHHH thank you so much (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`) Reading this sdjfnslfnljfn I can't tell you how much it warmed my heart. It watered my crops. Cleared my skin. Paid off my debts.

Seriously, when I got this is it just - it means a lot to hear. I'm so happy you're enjoying my fics! I'm overjoyed you like the characterization, and I'm so, so happy to have received this. It really does mean the whole world to me (to a lot of writers) to get feedback like this, so thank you <3

I don't know if I'll include any of the Sin's in my radioapple series, but I do have a handful of ideas and scenarios I want to draw/write out involving the Sin's, Lucifer, and them meeting Lucifer's new boyfriend/partner, Alastor ^.^ I love thinking about them all coming together--maybe Lucifer hosts some big, grand, once-in-a-millennia event in the Pride ring, and all the Sin's and Royal Hell families are invited to attend--and they all meet Alastor there. Ozzie and Queen Bee can introduce their partners too, and it'd just be so much fun.

I also need Ozzie to visit the porn studios, because of course, and absolutely murdering Valentino for how he treats/abuses his sex-workers.

This whole ask just...made everything better. Thank you very much. I definitely intend to keep writing, it's such a fun hobby and I derive a lot of enjoyment from it (hopefully one day I'll publish a book 🤞) .

Also, you're English is very good! Very clear and easy to read!

[just-french-me-up]

[angellayercake]

WIP tag game

Thank you @ghostchems 😊

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Birthday SURPRISE

I hate writing

Sad boi :(

Son of a preacher

The return of DOM COPIA

Perla

Cream pie diary

This is not exhaustive of all the silly little things I have started but all of these have actual writing at least 🙃

Tagging: @da-rulah, @her-satanic-wiles, @fishwithtitz, @meowsaidmissy, @zombiequeenblog, @the-hole-in-terzos-shoe and @mustluvecho

[swiftfootedachilles]

So excited to see what you post for kinktober this month!!! I know you said it may not be much but I love your writing and will love every single work you post!

i have wonderful news for you then 🫶🫶🫶 The Submission and Will That You Bring Me by snowypatches aka me

[chrollohearttags]

Cherry, there's something that's been poking at my brain. In "Fuck you, like you hate me" there was an ex mentioned, and what got me was it was mentioned he put his hands on her. So, when she eventually mentioned this to Eren, I'm curious how he reacted, (in the way I know he did). And how it went down. I'm sorry, but It's been driving me crazy😅

hi love, first of all, thanks for reading! And for a little bit of context: so this particular ex (which I’ll elaborate on further in Reverb) is actually another artist/producer as well. Not only that, he was one of Eren’s very few friends in the industry. As I’ve mentioned before, he doesn’t really kick it with a lot of folks but he trusted this dude. He and (y/n) had long since broken so of course EJ never knew they were a thing buttttt it got to a point that this guy began shading (y/n) and eventually Eren. The beef seemed kinda one sided and out of nowhere but we know how he is. He was gonna address it regardless. But when (y/n) told him about their history and why he was coming at them, needless to say…Eren nutted up like a squirrel 😭 he couldn’t believe ol dude had ever done something like that so he confronted him and…yeah, you can only imagine what went down from there.

[cheollipop]

hard hours open...?

[aprofessionalwithoutstandards]

Hc that medic is the worst fucking sleeper, not just sleep habits but to sleep with. This dramatic hoe will stay up 72 hours straight, crash then snore VERY loudly. Also, sleep talking. Full sentences, poly syllables. The pussys worth it tho

Literally the second sentence of one of the things I'm working on

[idiaa-shroxd]

Your cat cafe au is so much fun and so soft I adore it but hearing that Malleus and Leona's cats are friends is so funny to me and spawned the worst idea XD Prefect: Leona, Nebula is pregnant Leona: ...By who? Prefect gestures to Oatmeal and Nebula cuddling.

we share the same brain!! actually working on the cat au ask right now, but have a few irl emergencies that prevented my writing, and here’s a little bit of it! but first let me just say this is 100% my thought process if you and rook have yet to neuter the kitties. oatmeal and nebula have a romeo and juliet love story! \(//∇//)\ more under cut! this isn’t canon in the au or anything but a fun concept!!

“Nebula has never looked better, he scooped her up in one arm and held her firmly against his bicep, smug as she meowed up at him and purred loudly. He had zero hesitation to hold her while walking to his fated rival, looking him and his cat up and down before scoffing. The two proceeded to argue over who’s cat looked better wearing their dorm uniform for a bit, as the two cats seemed content in their arms without hostility to one another. - Leona Kingscholar

Malleus Draconia - As Leona argues with him half his brain has melted to this is the greatest cat. Cat precious. My firstborn is the best in this world. The other half of him smugly picks up his son in his own arm, the cat against his own bicep as he begins talking about how regal he is. Honestly, his cat is just happy to spend time with him and begins playfully nipping at him after not getting enough attention.”

anyways back to the ask!! I’d like to imagine if that actually happened then leona would freak out at malleus, while malleus is shocked he is getting his first grandchild with you already as you reiterate that is a cat, and you both are not married. he’s not listening, to you or leona. they end up being that in law family that despise one another thoroughly like my child is too good for your child but i don’t want to lose custody of my grandchild. cats tend to have multiple kitties at once so im thinking depending on the amount the may definitely mean the boys now live ay Ramshackle with the kittens, with Nebula nipping at her dad proudly showing him her babies and Oatmeal showing his dad his babies too, forcing the two men to bond despite their prominent scowls, but they avoid being too loud because you remind them kittens are sensitive to noises. (。-∀-)

they’d definitely end up trying to adopt the kittens when you graduate.. but that custody battle is a talk for a different day. on the bright side Oatmeal and Nebula finally get to stay with each other openly as they raise the kitties.

for anyone curious ( ^ω^ ) been busy these past few weeks with art fight, and my cat needed a vet emergency, still have to return to the vet later this week, but i’m also working on a r-18 birthday leona fic! friendly reminder my navigation does say mdni and you are responsible for the content on my profile that you view!♪

Σ('◉⌓◉’) actually haven’t written r-18 works for social media in a bit, but i will try my best to make the fic! if anyone does not want to view the content, please block the tag “shrouded in desire.” which i will be tagging the fic, and all r-18+ fics on my profile for those who do not want to see the content!

[gem-in-the-horizon]

Hello and welcome to my blog! I figured I'd put together a nice masterpost for all my tags and OCs!

About me: I'm 20, my pronouns are she/her, and I'm currently a full time college student. Shortening my username to "gem" is fine to refer to me

On this blog I post about Pokemon Horizons and my own pokemon OCs! Primarily I post art under the my art tag, but I also post fanfiction under the my writing tag. My ao3 is here as well!

The OCs I post about most often are Paprika, Frankie, Omen, and Amelia. I have other OCs, too, and it should be pretty easy to find their tags if you see them in a post! I adore fanart of my OCs and writing, so there's no need to ask permission ^^

Spam liking / reblogging is fine! Especially reblogging! Say something in the tags and feel free to send me an ask, I really love answering them. Especially questions or prompts for my OCs

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