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themirokai · 1 month

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Here it is, the last story so far in His Professional Capacity (my Mystrade spy series, that I wrote back in 2021). In case you missed it, I’m posting the stories from the series here on tumblr in anticipation of putting out a new story in the series.

The four previous stories are: one, two, three, four.

This fifth one is short and light, and was really down to the fact that lots of people in the comments of Protégé really loved Peter Romer, and he needed an encore.

The Assist

Greg gets some unexpected help when making an arrest.

Tags: Greg’s day job, Banter, Light flirting, Mycroft’s work kids

1,545 words

Note: If you’re just coming to this one, I recommend you go read Protégé first.

Read it below or on AO3.

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Greg pounded down the pavement after the arson suspect. His muscles were straining and his lungs were struggling. He kept himself fit, played football when he could, but this bastard was fast. Greg glanced over his shoulder to see the constables a few steps behind him. At least he could still keep ahead of those youngsters. Greg looked in front of him again, just in time to round the corner…

...into a flea market filled with people, none of them running. “Ah fucking Christ on a stick!” Greg pulled up, scanning the crowd for his suspect. After a moment of peering about fruitlessly, he leaned over, grabbing his knees and panting to catch his breath.

“Sir?” The constables were beside him.

“Spread out!” Greg shouted. “Find him!” The constables waded off into the crowd and after a moment Greg set off as well, muttering curses to himself all the way.

He had just peered into his third stall when a familiar Scottish accent reached his ears. “Oi! Silver Fox!”

Greg turned to see Agent Peter Romer approaching, pushing the suspect in front of him.

“Romer?” Greg squinted.

“Nice to see you too, Silver Fox. And you’re welcome.” Romer’s hair was longer than when Greg had last seen him, worn in a small ponytail at the back of his head.

“What the hell are you doing here? Is Mycroft here?”

“Nah, boss is stuck in Whitehall all day, far as I know. Ya got some cuffs for this arsehole, Silver Fox? They’re not in my standard kit. Got some for the bedroom ‘course, but they’re more of the fluffy variety. You should probably arrest him too, since I’m not technically doing that.”

Greg was already pulling out his handcuffs and dragging the suspect around to put them on him. “John Hayden, I’m Detective Inspector Lestrade of the Metropolitan Police, and you’re under arrest on suspicion of arson. You are not free to leave,” Greg growled at him, then turned to Romer and jabbed a finger at him. “No disappearing. I want to talk to you.”

Romer gave him a mischievous grin and a raised eyebrow. “You want me around, Silver Fox? Then wild horses couldn’t drag me.”

Greg rolled his eyes and pulled out his radio to call the constables back. After a few minutes they had taken the suspect away and Greg turned to where Romer was ostensibly perusing the merchandise in the nearest stall.

“Mycroft lets you wear your hair like that?”

Romer’s hand immediately flew to his ponytail and his look of dismay appeared genuine. “Ya don’t like it?”

Greg tamped down his first reaction to soothe and crossed his arms over his chest. “No, it’s awful. What the hell are you supposed to be?”

Romer’s grin returned. “Nuh uh, Silver Fox. The boss raised your clearance for matters pertaining to his safety and yours. My current project doesn’t qualify.”

“And does your current project involve tailing me?”

“Maybe I was just shopping for -” Romer grabbed a rhinestone-encrusted trumpet from the counter beside him, “a snazzy new bugle?”

“Try again, Romer.”

The young man relinquished the trumpet, then shoved his hands in his pockets and started walking backwards away from Greg. “Maybe I wanted to buy you a drink?”

Greg shook his head as he followed. “I am working. And aren’t you prohibited from flirting with me on pain of being exiled to China?”

“Nah,” Romer said with a grin, then turned around to walk beside Greg, facing front, “can you imagine all the trouble I could get into without the boss keeping an eye on me? He’d never send me that far away.”

Greg scrubbed a hand over his face. “Christ, and I thought him having to keep track of his brother was bad enough.”

Romer stopped walking and turned to Greg, touching his arm. “No, Lestrade, it’s not like that. I’m just fooling.” He shook his head, brow furrowed. “I never intentionally cause problems for him, I promise. I’m good at the work … or at least I try to be. Credit to the Service and all that.”

Greg snorted. “But sometimes you push the boundaries a little so he pays more attention to you?” Romer wrinkled his nose and rubbed a hand over the back of his neck in response. Greg chuckled and patted his shoulder. “Yeah, I get it, kid.” Greg started walking again and Romer stuck by his side. “Alright out with it, Peter. What were you doing chasing down my suspect?”

“You know we’ve been keeping an eye on ya ever since ya moved in with the boss, in case someone tries to use you to get to him.”

“Right,” Greg said, “but I didn’t think I had a security detail.”

“You don’t. But we generally have an idea of what you’re working on and your whereabouts.”

Greg sighed. He had long ago accepted the fact that Mycroft was under surveillance at all times for his safety. He had more recently come to terms with the fact that Mycroft was a valuable enough target that someone could conceivably try to get to him using Greg, and this meant that Greg merited some level of security. What he wasn’t quite comfortable with was the idea that “security” included agents from Mycroft’s unit “keeping an eye on” his work. Greg knew some of them, and recognized them all by sight once they had rotated through Mycroft’s security detail. A few of them, like Romer, were assigned to Mycroft’s unit long-term, but others spent a few months in the unit taking rotations on the security detail and other shadowy assignments, then moving back to MI6 or MI5 or wherever they had come from. It bothered him that he didn’t know how they remained aware of what he was working on. Was his office bugged? His computer monitored? He was pretty sure that if he asked Mycroft he would get a straight answer, but he wasn’t certain that he wanted to test that.

“So did Mycroft or one of you lot deduce that we would lose Hayden? Does he teach you how to do that?”

“He has taught me some. Says I have a good instinct for it,” Romer said, beaming proudly. “But no one’s as good as him. And that’s not what happened here. Hayden the arsonist is on the very fringes of a massive criminal organization we’re tracking. Don’t get excited,” he cautioned, seeing the look on Greg’s face, “he’s really just at the very fringe. You won’t be able to flip him to anyone bigger, otherwise we would have brought him in.”

“Any chance I can see your file on the organization?”

“Not my call,” Romer said, with a twinkle in his eye, “but maybe if you put on some tight jeans and unbutton your shirt a bit when the boss gets home-”

“Watch it, kid,” Greg growled. Romer laughed and put up both hands placatingly. Greg shook his head. “Alright, so you knew I was going after Hayden, and?” he prompted.

“And given that this organization might be getting a hint that we’re on to them, the boss wanted to make sure that the arrest went smoothly just to make sure they hadn’t made the connection between him and you and Hayden and them.”

“Did you volunteer for this, Peter?”

Romer grinned. “I was available. And I’m quite good at finding people; it’s how I ended up in the boss’s unit. So he thought I might be able to help. Which, even you have to admit, I did.”

“Yeah,” Greg sighed, “you did. Glad you were around.” He chuckled at Romer’s bright smile. “So nothing nefarious going on other than me and my constables not being fast enough to catch him before he ran into a flea market?”

“Nah, looks like that’s the extent of it.”

“Good.” Greg turned to Romer and held out his hand. “Thank you, Peter. I appreciate the assist.”

Romer’s smile stretched ear to ear as he shook Greg’s hand. “My pleasure, Silver Fox. And uh, you’ll tell the boss, yeah?”

“Sure, kid,” Greg chuckled, “I’ll tell him.”

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Late that evening, Greg was lounging on the sofa watching a football match and drinking a beer when he heard Mycroft come in. “There’s takeaway in the fridge,” he called.

A few minutes later Mycroft - shoes off, waistcoat unbuttoned, and tie loose - entered and plopped ungracefully onto the sofa. He swung his feet onto Greg’s lap and began applying chopsticks to the contents of the takeaway container he had brought with him.

“Rough day?” Greg asked, starting to massage a foot with one hand.

“Politicians,” Mycroft replied after a few bites of stir fry, “all damn day. Even the ones who have clearance high enough for my briefings are insufferable these days.”

Greg made a sympathetic noise.

“I hope Romer behaved himself?” Mycroft asked after eating a little more.

“I don't think we would have made the arrest without him,” Greg admitted. “And he wanted to be sure you knew that.” Mycroft snorted. “That kid thinks the sun shines out of your arse, darlin’.”

“Mm, are you saying it doesn’t?”

The foot rub turned into tickling, forcing Mycroft to abandon his food and straddle Greg’s lap for a kiss.

#his professional capacity #mirokai writes #mystrade #bbc sherlock #greg lestrade

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writing-for-life · 9 months

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Sandman Master Post and Intro

Hi, I’m so glad you’re here! I organised the links and tags to all my stuff for you to make it easier to find your way around my blog.

I love getting asks about all of the below, so see this as an encouragement to slide into my inbox…

Sandman Meta-Analysis (general tag. For a slightly less chaotic take, I have also grouped them into literary/conceptual/psychological, musical and art for you, and I definitely recommend perusing both links and the tag)

Sandman Fics (m/f and f/f, both OC and canon pairings) & Poems

Sandman Art (general tag. I have also grouped them into my own and that of others, with a separate tag for official Sandman artists).

Sandman March Mania was an event we specifically ran for the comics art lovers, so check it out

The Women of the Sandman (character tags quick link)

Sparkle Content Curation (a not-quite-serious collection of Dream/Morpheus thirst-trap fan-art and unhinged posts). Please also peruse the tags #contraceptive sparkles, #glitter herpes and #murphy and his cool hat if this hell-site has left you in a state of being desperate for laughs

On that note: I’m also Dream’s Therapist. I think we all agree he needs one.

Sometimes, I get Gaiman’d and it takes me ages to find the way through my notes again. And on that proverbial note: Never any bad intentions if it takes a while to get back to you, or if I even forget (shout at me if I do!). I appreciate everyone who is here and engages, whether we’re mutuals or not.

Personal Intro (who am I, and what am I up to when I don’t waste time on Tumblr) under the cut

Want to know who I am? Read on…

Once there was a girl with so many words, so many images, so many songs in her head that had no place to go. So she decided some of them will just go here…

Well, that sounds a bit contrived, but it’s not entirely untrue. Apart from the “girl”-part, because I’m at the younger end of Gen X. Or the “no place to go”-part, because some of my work actually *did* go places. Just not the stuff I decided to put on here…

Which is mostly Sandman stuff right now, let’s be honest (I fell in love with it when I was 16, and it still has a tight grip on me now). And the fact that it’s a wild mix between my metas, my fanfic and a bit of my doodling already shows the pull in different directions I have experienced for most of my life:

I’ve been a writer since my teenage years, and in another life, I’d maybe have more faith in myself, and writing would be all I’d do. Or maybe not, since I can never just do one thing for too long. Nevertheless, one of my teachers in high school was convinced I needed to tell stories to be happy and warned me about a career in science. Back then, I thought he was overly dramatic. Looking back on it, I sometimes think he had a point.

I’ve worked in science/academia, creative/performing arts and mental health. I guess I’m just a multi-hyphenate who can’t make up her mind what she wants to do with her life, so she tries to do it all and ends up burned out half of the time.

For now, I support people who go through really terrible stuff, and it means the world to me. But it is equally hard and sometimes soul-destroying. Hence, I’ve stopped working for our health service and focus more on my writing these days (both fiction and non-fiction) while still seeing a particular subset of clients privately, but on a much more manageable scale that also takes my own well-being into consideration. You can’t pour from an empty cup…

I’m bilingual and write most of my non-fiction in English and my fiction in my (what I perceive as stronger) other language. But I write fanfic exclusively in English because I want to separate it from my other writing: Somewhere along the way, I managed to publish a few novels under a pen name, and only a select few people know about it. And I intend to keep it that way.

My partner (a graphic artist) thinks I should do more with my art, but I feel everything about it is wrong, and I’m not formally trained. I used to draw much more (mostly pencil and ink), but between working and having a family, something had to give, and if I have to choose, writing always comes first. But I doodle and experiment a lot in Procreate because it’s quicker, and it usually helps me when I procrastinate on my writing. I drop the odd drawing in here (like my avatar), but I don’t see myself as a fine artist, and I’m in perpetual awe of the fanart and talent I see on here.

I also compose and still work as a musician sometimes. As you can tell from the one line devoted to it, performing isn’t really that important to me anymore. However, music is. I have a small adjunct teaching gig at a University that ties in with both performance and psychology. So at this stage of my life, this particular area has become more about giving back.

Nothing I put on here is intended to ever be published in “real” life (maybe that’s odd, because this is still real life, after all). This is just an account for unapologetically being me, unfiltered, with all my hyperfixations—and undoubtedly some pointless shitposts just for fun…

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mistavybe · 3 months

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🎶 It’s our Anniversaryyyyy… 🎶

I honestly cannot believe i’ve been on this app for 14 years today! Kinda wild to think it’s been this long tbh 😱.

It has been a crazy ride, but in retrospect I wouldn’t have it any other way, for better or for worse 🙏🏾.

Some of the most important people in my real life now like @entirely-of-flaws and @soulsistrin I actually met first on this app, and for those blessings alone I will be eternally grateful.

I’m also grateful for some of the posts i’ve done on here that wound up becoming downright infamous on this here platform lol… anybody remember my viral Tim Burton post back when that problematic Miss Peregrine’s Home For Peculiar Children came out?

👇🏾

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Thanks to this post of my opinion about the subject, I had literal Nazis in my Inbox and Replies arguing with me for like… years lol! Tbh I still get occasional Alt-Right pushback on this one up to now which is wild considering the original post went up in 2016. 🤦🏾‍♂️ (Feel free to peruse My #TimBurton Tag for more on that lol)

Tumblr was also where I came to process my grief after losing legends that I admire(d) whose sudden passings rocked me to my core 😥.

RIP Prince! And RIP Chadwick Boseman! 🙅🏾‍♂️

Anyway, I say all that to say “Wow! Can you believe i’ve been on Tumblr for 14 fricking years?! 😱”

Thanks to everyone who i’ve met on or offline from here, to anyone who has read and/or interacted with any of my Posts or Reblogs… thanks to my Tumblr community.

RIP to those I encountered on here that are no longer with us in this life 🙏🏾.

And long live those of us who continue to persevere on this particular platform and on the Hellhole that is the Internet in general.

Here’s to… another 14 years? Do we think Tumblr will even be around that long? I kind hope so tbh. Here’s to many more years!

Now go stream “Anniversary” by Tony Toni Tonē and have a great day/week/month/life! 🔊🎶

(Fun Fact: Tony Toni Tonē’s now-classic song “Anniversary” was actually recorded in my country - Trinidad And Tobago - back in the early 90’s, along with the test of their iconic album Sons Of Soul. I actually got to meet the Tonys while they were here recording because we worked out of the same studio at the time and they were bice eboufh ti let mr and my crew bzck then sit in on some of their sessions, which helped me learn so much and become the musician/songwriter that I am today! 🙌🏾)

#Photo #Video #Text #Mista Vybe #Tumblr #Anniversary #Tim Burton #RIP Prince #RIP Chadwick Boseman #Wakanda Forever

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bipbopdepmop · 7 months

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howdy

i'm anton. i am just a silly little guy who might be lurking in your walls at any given time. (/j)

pronouns: he/they. mostly he, but we silly as they too :3 this blog posts/reblogs MCYT. specifically hermitcraft and the life series. (there's some other stuff too but not nearly as frequent). also lots of memes n stuff i sometimes reblog hermittshipping / trafficshipping. beware. dni if proship or just. generally gross

we subscribe to the philosophy of (see below) here!

passive aggressive blinky by @/stiffyck <3

additional sideblogs:

@crookedgrifter <- homestuck sideblog. go read homestuck @/davejade-daily <- we draw/post homestuck jade harley/dave strider. i am a mod on this! note: it is kind of dead. oops. @/impulsesvdoodles <- i forgot to link this here. i run this as well. there's another blog that i have that im not linking here. if you see it in the wild, it is me! not a fake.

feel free to:

send an ask! standard be nice, don't send weird things, etc. spam like/reblog. go nuts, i'll see it and go wow, they had fun! i'm glad they liked that Thing so much. send art requests. will not draw nsfw/suggestive. will draw hermitcraft and/or life series! probably not ships though. = i don't really tag triggers, peruse at your own risk.

masterposts: alien cowboys au (silly au by @/stiffyck, @/bigb-enthusiast, and me!) link only works on desktop..

media filtering list: here so you can filter non-mcyt posts and/or spoilers for certain medias!

tags (that i never use) and more below the cut!

major tags! warning, my tagging system has fallen by the wayside

#reblog <- this tag is new. to find any reblogs from before nov 9 2023, search #rebop #my art <- this tag is new. to find my old art (anything before nov 9 2023) search #bipbop art #my writing <- i write. sometimes. #talk <- random posts, talking, whatever. this tag is new as of nov 9 2023. to find my old posts, search #bipbop rambles #asks <- ask tag. this tag is new. to find anything from before nov 9 2023, search #ask bipbop #liveblogging <- is what it says on the tin. sometimes stupid comments about the video i'm currently watching

tags i use mostly for myself!

I forget these all the time so this is staying here AKSJLALDJ

#for later <- things containing information i want to be able to dig up later #rotates in brain <- things that I love forever and want to be able to see again #art to scrutinize <- art for me to stare at later and try to figure out what's going on there in an attempt to study how to draw an stuff :D #videos of all time <- any sort of video or clip that I liked and wanna be able to find again. idk. #shenanigans <- for my frieeends yay!! #posts of all time <- famous tumblr posts or things that were funny

#my art #my writing #for later #talk #fic reblog #liveblogging #not mcyt #asks #rotates in brain #art to scrutinize #videos of all time #posts of all time #for alex #pinned post #shenanigans #<- for friends :D

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genderkommissar · 2 years

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you mean to tell me in all my time perusing the tatort tag on tumblr i have not ONCE seen this fit from here. you mean i had to see this out in the WILD for MYSELF?

#hes speaking random ass english here too like baby what is you doing #boerne: i can't quit you [pensive cowboy.png]#alberich: what the fuck are you talking about #tatort #tatort münster #💛

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twiceasfrustrating · 3 years

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Absolutely Nothing

I said I wouldn't post my new fic until after SWBQ is done, but I want to begin posting it before S4 drops. It won't update consistently atm, but it's there... I will only be posting the first two chapters to Tumblr. Everything else is going on AO3 because Tumblr is not longfic friendly.

Rating: Teen and Up

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Category: Gen

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Characters: Main Character, Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Luke, Solomon, Michael, Raphael, Uriel, Original Angel Character(s)

Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, War, Trauma, Abuse, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Canon is like a vampire, it can't enter this house unless I let it, Emotional Baggage, Lies, Manipulation, Ships not intended but I'm not stopping you

Summary: War is not unknown to the three realms, but that does not make them any less a tragedy of strategy. Though relations between the three have never been favorable, they have never truly gone to battle with each other. At least, not until now. The heavens have been planning for a long time and have finally decided to execute their machinations. Now it is time to see how every piece will play out this bloody battle.

A/N: These tags are for the overarching fic, not the first two chapters. Only Lucifer, Simeon, Micheal, and Gabriel show up in the first two chapters.

Chapter 1: I Will Not Go With You

“We’re heading for a war,” Lucifer warned, “and I want you to come with me.”

Simeon solemnly blinked a few times before closing his eyes. The weight of the choices laid before him pricked at the edges of his mind. He’d known this was coming. He’d known for a long time that this question would eventually be asked of him and for just as long he’d known what his answer would be, “I must decline.”

“Why?” Lucifer spat out, “Simeon, you have to know what’s about to happen. If we don’t fight then Lilith-”

“I am not stopping you from this rebellion.” He opened his eyes and looked to the pages stacked neatly in the corner of his desk, carefully flipping through the avalanche of writings he’d collected over the years. Somewhere, buried deep in the pile, he vaguely recalled his moment; where his brother would ask him to do the impossible. He’d hidden it away from prying eyes, afraid that others would find it and interpret it as he had. Though, even if they had read it and understood what the contents were, it was nigh impossible to change the events that were foretold.

He pulled the page from the pile, taking care so the others above it would not collapse onto the delicately inlaid wood of his desk, and perused the contents held within. The paper was so old that it had begun to grow fragile to the touch and discolor at the edges. Simeon desperately wished that time had chosen not to show its touch on this particular relic he would rather have forgotten about. It was frightening how long he’d known about this day and he would rather pretend he was shocked when Lucifer had come to him. Sometimes, having a glimpse into what would eventually be was a cruel reality.

That brother, who would come in need of his fellow, will find no quarter. So shall he return with hands left empty, but convictions emboldened by the forge of his stature. He shall take with him those who share his resolve and lead them to where metal sings and cries. Blood shall be shed but on one side, though the cost of the blood spilled shall

It was an old, short paragraph he wished he could forget. Though he could never truly put it out of his mind, because he knew it was left unfinished and his mind and pen longed to see the end of the story. However, his heart and will would prefer not to know every detail of this particular future. For so long, he’d clung to that final shall and hoped that not knowing the entirety of the story would somehow keep it from unfolding. However, his pen only put the stories to page. He was not responsible for the events that inspired him to write.

“You will have to make do with those who are already on your side. No one else will turn their back on Father for your cause.” It was the only warning he could give. In those words he hid the message that Lucifer should tell no one else. If war was approaching, then it was better he have the element of surprise.

Lucifer could only stare at him in disbelief, “Is that your answer?”

“It always was.” He placed the paper face down atop the pile, “I cannot aid you in this, Lucifer.”

“Then you would fight against me? You would condemn Lilith in the same way as our Father?” His voice shook, the rage building inside of him clearly beginning to boil over even as he tried to contain it.

“I will not betray my family.” Simeon’s face remained unchanged as he pushed his chair away from the desk and rose to his feet. Despite the malicious aura that began to circle around his fellow Seraphim, he approached with an unguarded stance until they were only an arm’s reach away from one another. No matter how upset Lucifer may become, Simeon would not fear him. Though, he did fear *for* him, “You and she are still of my kind and that means I will not meet you on the battlefield.”

Lucifer’s eyes widened at the declaration. This time, it was his turn to fear for the other, “You can’t stay out of this. You know they won’t allow you.” If he did try to remain on the sidelines, Simeon would still be seen as a traitor. Not in the same vein as him and his siblings, but a traitor nonetheless, “I won’t ask you to fight if you really refuse to lift your blade, but you can’t stay here.”

“As much as you and Lilith are my family, so are Micheal, Raphael, Uriel, and Gabriel. I cannot leave them.”

“Simeon…”

Simeon’s lips pulled back into a smile and he let out the shortest of laughs, “You worry far too much, Lucy. You are aware that I am still a Seraphim, are you not? Even if I do not step onto the battlefield, I do not believe I am in nearly as much danger as you are putting yourself in.” He wanted to reach out and touch his brother one last time as the fear of the unknown overtook him, but he kept his hand within his own space. He did not know what would happen at the end of all of this, but he knew it would not be the same and reaching out to hold onto what they had would only pain them both.

Lucifer looked over the other angel’s shoulder, toward the pile of papers where Simeon had placed one face down. Countless writings that revealed the future to their author and Lucifer did not envy that gift. Others often wished to know what would be, but he had seen far too many times the burden placed on Simeon for having such a skill; the amount of times he had been made to see both grace and tragedy was carved on his face, just behind that smile. That is why, despite knowing that whatever was on that page was related to this very discussion and his ultimate goal, he would not pry. It was not as if knowing the future allowed it to be changed anyway.

“We’ll still be on opposing sides, you know?” No matter how much Simeon proclaimed not to betray his family, that was an unavoidable truth.

He nodded, “I am aware.”

“And you refuse to go against your family?”

This time his confirmation was wordless.

Lucifer took in a deep breath, “Then once the battle begins, I believe we can hardly be considered family anymore.”

Large blue eyes shot up to look at his pale face. It seemed that Lucifer had said something Simeon hadn’t expected, “What?”

“You will not betray your family, but you know they will not allow you to remain neutral in this. As soon as the drums of war beat, it is fine to stop thinking of me as your brother.”

There was a long moment of silence before Simeon could reply, “You cannot ask me that.”

“I am not asking. I am stating a truth,” one that would hopefully allow Simeon a way to follow his morals and gain some leniency if he continued to insist on this path, “I refuse to be your brother from that moment on.”

“Please... you cannot ask that of me.”

“I am not asking anything of you. I am simply stating where we will stand.” And now he needed to leave before the hurt welling in Simeon’s eyes tugged at his heart anymore and shattered his resolve.

He dipped his head in a polite bow, “Thank you for your time, Simeon. I do hope we may speak like this again.” He turned on his heels, refusing to truly look at the other angel again. His only goal was the door, where he opened it wide and stepped through the threshold.

“Lucifer! Wait!”

It took far more will than Lucifer would ever care to admit as he shut the door behind him without saying another word, and even more to walk away.

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Chapter 2: Traitor

“How long have you known?” Micheal nearly growled as he stared down Simeon where he kneeled. His pale blue eyes ran wild with rage and it was clear he was just barely holding himself together. That was to be expected after everything he had just been through. Lucifer was unapologetically his favorite brother so it was unimaginable the distress he was in right now as he came to terms with having lost a member of his family. They had been like two halves of a whole, and now they were fractured.

“How long have I known what?” Simeon asked, feigning ignorance.

“That Lucifer would lead a rebellion against Father!” Micheal’s voice raised so loud that the room literally shook around him.

“Calm yourself, Micheal,” a melodious voice shushed him and lithe hands rested on his shoulders to hold him steady, “We’ve lost enough of our siblings today. There is no reason to lose yourself and risk losing another.”

“You would call him our brother after that disgraceful scene, Gabriel?” The disgust in his voice was clear and overwhelming, “He knew this would happen and refused to warn us or lift a finger. Everything we lost today is because of him.” Simeon had to know about today. He was blessed with the gift of prophecy and spent his time writing what was to come. If he had simply shared whatever he knew about today, Micheal knows they could have prevented the rebellion. He knows that he could have convinced Lucifer to stay somehow. Instead, he was left to face his own brother on the battlefield. He could still recall the cold eyes Lucifer had looked at him with as if they barely knew one another. That sight would never leave the darkest parts of his mind.

“You are blinded by your pain, Micheal.” She removed her hand from his shoulders and moved to stand over Simeon, “He is clearly as much our brother as ever. If he were against us he would have joined Lucifer, but Father has deemed that he is still worthy of his halo. Is that not enough for you?”

Micheal chuckled darkly before answering, “Uriel nearly lost an arm and he’s one of the lucky ones.” Even with so few numbers on their side, the rebellion had a gifted Dominion that made the most of their small force.

“And everyone harmed will heal, but we gain nothing in dividing ourselves further, and our brother has already been punished for his transgressions.” She took a knee before Simeon, reaching out her hand and running her fingers through his silken hair, “Will you not put our brother’s worries at ease, Simeon?”

Simeon knew the threat in those words. As kind as Gabriel pretended to be, she was someone he feared far more than Micheal. Not because she was stronger, but because she knew exactly how to most hurt those who upset her. As such, he had no interest in declining her wish, even if what she was asking for was for him to show his shame.

He took a deep breath before unfurling his wings behind him. They shimmered golden in the neverending light of the Celestial Realm, a blessing bestowed upon him by their Father that reflected his very essence. Every angel had such a blessing; different colors, shapes, a range of sizes, and lays of their feathers all differed from angel to angel all dependent on their Father’s grace. That included how high in their Father’s favor they were, and it was obvious at a glance just how out of favor Simeon had fallen. His six beautiful wings, the blessing afforded to all Seraphim, had been reduced to a simple two.

Gabriel’s eyes filled with pity for him but Micheal’s face twisted in glee and disdain, “Is that all? You betray us and all Father does is reduce your rank.” The laugh that left his throat was so dry that it sounded like it hurt, “You must really be beloved to get off with such a light sentence.” If it was up to Micheal himself, Simeon would face the same punishment as Lilith.

“Still your anger, Micheal. As you can see, Father has spoken.” She raised to her feet once more, her nails pulling painfully at Simeon’s hair as she stepped away from him, “Simeon is still of our kind and as one of our subordinates it is our duty to shepherd him.”

A wicked smile crossed Micheal’s face as he continued to look down on Simeon and his now unsightly form that marked his betrayal, “You may be correct, Gabriel. It is only right that we guide lost sheep, especially those of our own flock.”

#obey me #Absolutely Nothing #mine #obey me simeon #obey me lucifer #hosted on AO3 #obey me michael #obey me raphael #original character

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nullapophenia · 3 years

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yu-nyarukami 👉 tajadorrevival 👉 rochezach 👉 nullapophenia

now on cohost! (maitibon)

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hellooooo! welcome to my house of mouse, my name is [name of choice], resident otoge freak, and i'll be your tour guide on my wild hyperfix ride!

currently i am a weird little freak about isat and have made yet another isabeau loops au because i am Very Normal about that man. (got the title: of tears in fabric, torn fabric for shorthand! or just 'dear lisa,' like i have it listed elsewhere!) i just think it's a fun concept and i have fun putting him in the pear wiggler for my enrichment :)

.... this blog's artwork may be very isabeau centric! by the way! (he is attractive and i am a gay man(thing) what can i say) so uh. hairy men inbound? ??

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vannahfanfics · 4 years

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Pillow Talk

Category: Romantic Fluff

Fandom: Fairy Tail

Characters: Levy McGarden, Gajeel Redfox

Requested By: @we-are-deathcleric (Tumblr)

That didn’t stop her from standing at the edge of the bed, arms crossed and foot tapping angrily against the rug, and glowering at his snoring form sprawled out across every inch of their shared mattress. Her lips were pursed into two plump semi-circles, pressed together so tightly that there was a thin line of pink ringing the pale pink. A shower. All she had desired was a shower before their nightly routine of cuddling while Levy read her latest-acquired novel. Gajeel had haughtily declared that another twenty minutes was nothing to him, yet here he was… limbs slung out in all directions, drooling all over Levy’s pillow, and snoring like a freighter. Levy didn’t doubt that he had passed out like this in three minutes; he was deep in slumber and had been for a while. He looked peaceful, really. It would be a shame to wake him from such a deep and restful sleep. That’s what someone who loved him would think.

Levy loved him, but that sure as hell didn’t stop her from yanking her pillow out from under his bush of coarse black hair and slapping him with it hard in the stomach.

“Gajeel! You dummy! Stop slobbering all over my pillow!”

Levy’s pillow was made of memory foam and therefore very, very heavy. Gajeel jerked up into a sitting position, wheezing as all the breath was forced from his lungs and clutching his assaulted abs. He looked around wildly for a few seconds, feral from having been so unceremoniously jerked from his slumber, before his bleary and wild-eyed gaze settled on the disapproving Levy. She puffed out her cheeks in a chastising look and hugged her pillow to her chest. “I thought you were going to stay awake, but instead, you’re taking up my side of the bed and drooling all over it too? It’s a wonder I didn’t hear you snoring from in the bathroom.”

“I don’t snore,” he grumbled begrudgingly before a long, loud yawn split his face. He sleepily covered his gaping mouth with a hand and squinted at her through a slightly teary eye. “I wasn’t even asleep. I was resting my eyes.”

“That’s the biggest sack of bull I’ve ever heard!” she retaliated and raised the heavy pillow over her head threateningly. Gajeel yelped and hastily shimmied to his side of the bed, pulling back the covers for her in a pitiful effort to earn himself back into her good graces. Levy snorted but dropped her weapon down on the bed; it was stupidly heavy and her thin arm had begun to wobble precariously after only a few seconds of holding it. She climbed up onto the tall bed with a small hop and settled herself into her spot, smoothing the creases in the comforter before pulling them up into her lap. She plucked her reading glasses from the nightstand and slipped them onto the bridge of her nose. Levy had perfect eyesight, but she once read an article by an optometrist the literary magazine she subscribed to that reading glasses could reduce eye strain while reading fine print even for those with 20/20 vision, so she had bought a pair. She retrieved her novel from the nightstand as well and wiggled around a bit to make herself comfortable, then opened it to the marked page.

“What’s this one about?” Gajeel sniffed as he rolled onto his side and hugged her waist, pressing his cheek into the meat of her forearm to stare blankly at the pages. Levy smiled contentedly as she flipped the page.

“This happens to be a parenting guide.” The dragon-slayer’s face instantly took on a bubblegum-pink hue, and a giddy grin split across his face. That sure woke him up, she chuckled to herself and continued absorbing the print on the soft pages. She was distracted, however, when she felt him shifting excessively and looked down to inquire what his deal was; he was curling his body up against the headboard like a cat so he could crane his neck as far as possible into her lap, staring at the words contained in the pages with great interest. Levy laughed at his cuteness and adjusted the book so he could read without a muscle spasming in his neck. “You could’ve just asked me to read it a loud to you.”

“It’s fine. This won’t work if you do everything.” It was a simple statement, one made in passing, but nevertheless is made Levy’s heart swell exceptionally with love. Gajeel had been a little wary at first, thinking his personality too grating to be a father, but it was moments like these that made Levy wholeheartedly believe he would fall into the role seamlessly. Just looking at him, his dark eyes attentively scanning the passages with nothing short of enthusiasm, made little happy tears well up in the corners of her eyes. After he finished the entire page, he pushed the book down in her lap and rolled onto his other side to stare lovingly at her belly. It had not begun to swell yet, but nonetheless, he gazed at it with an expression bursting with affection. One of his big hands smoothed over the fabric of her nightgown to rub her stomach fondly. “You’re gonna be a wonderful mom, Lev,” he breathed with his gaze flickering up to meet hers. “You already love this baby so much, to read parenting guides so early.”

“So do you,” she smiled eagerly. His other hand reached up to tuck a swathe of her damp blue hair behind her ear as it fell into her face. His hand lingering there, palm falling against her cheek and thumb swiping over the bone to catch her cheek. “Ah, I’m just really happy,” she laughed dismissively. “I’m really happy to have a man who adores his future child so much.”

“Even a man who falls asleep snoring and drooling on your side of the bed?” Levy giggled and rolled her eyes, then leaned down to kiss his forehead and the tip of his nose.

“Even a man like that,” she confirmed with another giggle. She squealed as he suddenly enveloped her waist again and flipped her around; they tussled around in the bed for a second until they were both laying on their bellies, heads near the foot of the mattress and feet kicking up against the headboard. Gajeel propped himself up on one beefy arm and held the small parenting book in the other, in the perfect position for both of them to read simultaneously. Smiling cutely, Levy snuggled up to him and leaned her head against his thick bicep, and he in turned rested his cheek atop her head.

“I love you, Gajeel,” she murmured as she skimmed her fingers over the skin of his arm. She felt him grin and drop a kiss into her hair, then resume his position.

“I love you too, Lev. I love you more every minute.”

“I love you more every second.”

“Don’t start that. I love you more every- wait, what’s smaller than a second?”

“A millisecond.”

“Yeah! That.” Levy snorted piggishly with laughter and kicked his calf with her foot playfully. He countered by bonking her head with his own, which made her yelp in mock pain.

“Hey, now! You know your head is big and harder than any iron, right?”

“Yeah, if the kid takes after me you’re gonna have a hell of a time pushin’ it outta yo- Ow! Lev! I’m sorry!” She interrupted his crude joke by yanking hard on his tufts of black hair. He laughed riotously and grabbed her by the waist to pull her impossibly close, smothering her face in more kisses. Levy squirmed and shrieked and giggled under his assault of affections right up until the moment he settled back down and flipped the book to the next page. Quietly, he began to read with renewed interest, falling into a studious stupor. Levy gazed at his focused expression for a few moments, appreciating how it softened his hard features, before returning her attention to the advice book as well.

Levy loved Gajeel. She loved him more than life itself. She loved him with every fiber of her being, down to the miniscule molecules that made up her cells. She would go to the ends of the universe to fetch the rarest stardust if he but asked her for it. She loved, loved, loved Gajeel, more than she ever thought it possible to love someone. Still, that didn’t stop her from falling more in love with him with each passing day.

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dickwheelie · 4 years

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Day 29: Secret Admirer

For the @ineffable-valentines prompt list!

Boy oh boy. I cannot believe I was able to post a fic for this prompt list, on time, every day for an entire month. For me, that’s huge. I tend to be a slow writer and I rarely finish the stuff I start. Not every fic was amazing, or very long, but by gosh, I sure did finish them, and I had so much fun doing it! Huge thanks to @mielpetite for making this list and reblogging all the entries throughout the month, they’ve been amazing. Thank you also to all the lovely folks who commented/reblogged/liked my fics, you gave me the motivation to sit down every day and write something, even when I wasn’t feeling it. Much love to all y’all.

If you go to the #ineffablevalentines tag on tumblr, you’ll see the other entries, and if you go here on my blog you’ll see all of mine. Okay, enough chat, please enjoy my final fic of the month, wherein to no one’s surprise, there is more letter writing.

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To the proprietor of A.Z. Fell & Co Booksellers, Downtown Soho, in case there’s another one knocking about somewhere—

I saw you in the shop the other day and couldn’t help but stare. You were gently ushering someone out the door without a single book in their hands, and I couldn’t help but find your tenacity admirable. I myself was careful not to remove any item from the store when I left, but I’m afraid I may have left one behind. I was wondering if you might have seen it, so I can come back to fetch it. You see, it’s terribly important to me. It’s my heart.

Love,

Your Secret Admirer

Aziraphale chuckled through an unseemly blush as he refolded the letter and placed it on the top of the stack that had been slowly growing on his desk for the past month. Every day of that cold, miserable February, a letter had arrived at his doorstep, with no return address and no name of sender. They were—and there was no beating around the bush about it, really—love letters, very obviously meant for him, from an anonymous so-called secret admirer.

At first, Aziraphale had been rather confused, but had kept the letters anyway, intending to show them to Crowley and have a good laugh. However, as each day passed and each new letter arrived, Aziraphale found himself quite charmed by this secretive writer. Clearly, they were a regular customer of some kind to know Aziraphale so well. They made all the right jokes, said all the right things, made references to all the right literary figures; either they had discerned Aziraphale’s tastes with perfect accuracy, or they had much in common with him.

Some of the letters were extremely lengthy; others, like today’s, were only a short paragraph or two, recounting the admirer’s feelings for him. Some were maudlin and prose-laden; some were humorous and sweet; others still were almost salacious in tone, never saying anything too outlandish but bordering on the cusp of it, hinting at things and implying things that made Aziraphale blush absolutely scarlet. All of them were quite flattering, and left Aziraphale’s mood brighter for the rest of the day.

Aziraphale had been charmed by humans before, and even been romantically pursued by some of them, but never before had one so captivated him with the written word. (This, of course, did not include works of literature. That was a very different kind of captivation that involved less blushing.) He’d never had a secret admirer before. It was all very thrilling and romantic.

Not being able to write back was a bit frustrating, but Aziraphale supposed it was for the best. Though he was quite flattered, and had reread some of the letters more times than he’d like to admit, at the end of the day, his admirer was only a human who only knew him as a bookseller.

Besides, Aziraphale was already taken. Speaking of which, he ought to get himself ready to meet Crowley for dinner; their reservation was at eight.

I ought to tell him about the letters, he thought as he went about selecting a bowtie. Crowley ought to know, after all, that he had some competition. Aziraphale laughed aloud at the thought. After dinner, he decided, he’d bring Crowley back to the shop and show him the pile of letters.

And so he did. Aziraphale poured them both a glass of wine and brought Crowley into his study, presenting the pile of papers as though it were an ice sculpture.

“Terribly sorry I didn’t mention these to you earlier,” said Aziraphale cheerily. “I suppose I didn’t want you getting jealous that I had a secret admirer.”

“Jealous? Me?” said Crowley wryly. “Never.”

“Well?” said Aziraphale, when Crowley didn’t make a move towards the desk. “Go ahead, read some of them. You have my full permission.”

“Hmm. I dunno,” said Crowley, making himself comfortable on one of the armchairs on the opposite side of the room. “Seems like your private affair, to me.”

“Nonsense! Here, I’ll read one to you.” Aziraphale selected one at random from the middle of the pile, unfolded it and cleared his throat. “Oh, this is rather a good one.

“My dear bookseller—

“I’ve read every Wilde I can get my hands on, but apparently even your shop doesn’t hold the book which may contain a description vivid enough to capture you. In my experience, none do; not Whitman, not Keats, not Dickenson. The most complimentary of love poems do not contain a subject more appealing to me than you are. I’m afraid there may not be words in the English language or any other to describe your radiance. Compared to all the other authors and poets, who am I to attempt such a feat?

“I must try anyway. You, of all the beings of the Earth and Heaven above and Hell below, deserve to know your own wonder. Compared to you, my perspective is lowly, to be sure. Still, was it not Wilde who once said that we are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars?

“Endlessly Yours,

“Your Secret Admirer.”

Aziraphale had to pause to surreptitiously wipe at his eyes. That one had been particularly moving when he’d first read it. “Now, wasn’t that just lovely?” he said after a moment. “They know my tastes so well.”

Aziraphale glanced over at Crowley to see his reaction, but to his surprise, Crowley was smiling. A small, rather sweet smile, not at all jealous or mischievous. “Yeah,” Crowley said, “it was alright.” He put out his hand. “Can I have a look?”

Aziraphale handed him the letter and Crowley perused it, his expression much more pensive than Azirapahle would have expected. After a minute or two, Crowley said, “Yeah, not too bad, really. Not much I’d change, on this one. Just that the references to Heaven and Hell were probably a little too on the nose. And I’m pretty sure I used ‘complimentary’ incorrectly there.”

“Oh, really?” said Aziraphale, taking the letter as Crowley passed it back to him. He gave it another quick once-over. “No, I think ‘complimentary’ with an ‘i’ is correct. If it was an ‘e’ then it would be wrong, as in ‘complementary’—wait a moment.”

Aziraphale looked back up at Crowley so quickly he could have given himself whiplash. “You said I. ‘I used it incorrectly.’ Crowley. Did you—”

Crowley grinned, and crossed the room to press a kiss to Aziraphale’s brow. “Happy Valentine’s, Angel,” he said. “Well, happy February. The fourteenth went by and I had more I wanted to say, so I just sort of kept going.”

And suddenly, it all made sense. Who else, after all, could know Aziraphale so well? A human, with limited time on the planet, observing Aziraphale from afar, could never reach such an intimate understanding of him, and what he loved.

“Oh, my dear,” said Aziraphale. He glanced over at the pile. He was already planning a late night of reading through them all again, this time with the proper demon in mind. “Do I even have to say it?”

Crowley stuck his hands in his pockets and bobbed his head from side to side in a pantomime of thinking. “Well, considering it look me bloody ages to draft these all up, and write them by hand, and train the mice to deliver them, and stop myself from bragging about them to you every day for the last month—”

Aziraphale interrupted him with a kiss. “All right then,” he said, laughing. “Thank you, secret admirer.”

Crowley beamed. “Ah, it was no big deal, Angel.”

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On February first of the following year, Crowley woke up to find an envelope sitting on his bedroom windowsill, outside his flat. It was addressed to “The handsome gentleman on the fifth floor,” and there was no return address. Inside was a letter, written on very old parchment and with very expensive ink, which read:

My dear,

Forgive me for my boldness, but I happened to see you in the Ritz the other day (you were with a rather good-looking gentleman in white, a very lucky man, if he had the privilege of being your dining companion), and you seemed to me to be the most dashing person in the room. Nay, in all of London. I found myself thinking about you for the rest of the evening, and I just had to draft up this letter to tell you exactly how lovely you looked that night. Though you wore dark glasses, I could occasionally catch a glimpse of your eyes behind them, and their beautiful golden color, and I found myself nearly speechless every time.

In all of creation, I have never found a being so wonderful to gaze upon. I imagine that if I were to, hypothetically, take the place of your ever-so-fortunate dining companion, and have a conversation and a drink with you, I would also never find someone so fascinating, so caring, so clever as you. I imagine if I were lucky enough to know you so well, your wit would be as dazzling as your eyes.

With the Greatest Affection,

Your Secret Admirer

Scrawled at the bottom of the page, in a much hastier hand, was a postscript. Crowley read it, cackled uproariously (which helped to hide his blushing), and went immediately to phone Aziraphale, intending to explain to him the point of having a secret admirer.

P.S.: Please do let me know if you received this! The doves are not very good with street directions, unfortunately. I am working on it with them. Much love! —A

Crowley also intended to tell him that he bloody well loved him, too.

#ineffablevalentines #good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #gwyneth writes

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the-chanteloup · 4 years

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InuYasha RP Bio

Omg. I’m alive! Things have been so hectic, I forgot I had a Tumblr! Silly me. Well, I’ve returned, and with that return, I give you my finalized InuYasha RP bio!

So, I created this character about 18 years ago when InuYasha first aired on Adult Swim. I debuted her on Yahoo!Chat, and when that died, she sort of went into hibernation. With the series coming out, and this sudden surge of InuYasha, I really wanted to finalize her, and get her out into the world. :3

Name (last, first): Setsuna ( Of the Karyukai, The Flower and Willow World )

Nickname(s): Hanyou, Runt, Pup, Geisha

Age: 55 (Youthful appearance, commonly mistaken for 20-25)

Species: Half-Dog Demon, Half-Human (Hanyou)

Gender: Female

Birthday: Around the Winter Solstice

Life Story:

Left on the doorstep of an orphanage in the village of Sawara, in a shabby reed basket during a harsh winter was not the ideal beginning, but, all great legends must start somewhere. Luckily, warm hearts were in good spirits this cold night, and the overseers of this particular orphanage just couldn’t leave a bright eyed, bundle of joy out in the elements. Brought in out of the cold, and raised alongside human children, the pup never really knew she was different, other than having two black fluffy ears atop her head. As she grew, she was given a general education along with the other children, nothing fancy since they were considered the lower class, but enough to get her by should she ever take to selling turnips.

Unfortunately, all fairy tales have to end, and when her 16th year rolled around, she was tossed out into the world to fend for herself.

Being a small Hanyou had its benefits job wise, roaming gangs of thieves were always willing to have her tag along for heists, at a quarter of the profit for most of the dangerous work. But fate is a fickle mistress, and while perusing through a shop during a heist one night, she was detained by an older man named Ino Tadataka, with nun chucks. How embarrassing. She didn’t need superb Demon hearing to know her comrades had bailed, leaving her the scapegoat. However, before she could decide which hand she was okay with having chopped off, the old man offered her a deal. She would assist him in mapping some of the harder to reach places in the area, and in return he would house her, feed her and teach her to read.

Since climbing trees for an old man was a much better option than losing a limb, she hastily agreed, and spent many years assisting “Old Man Ino”, as she called him, in completing his map of Japan.

In the Spring of her last month with Ino, he referred her to an old friend in a village called Kanazawa in the Western Lands for another job. With no other real work leads, other than going back to stealing, she took the lead. When she arrived at the mapped destination Ino had given her, it turned out to be an exotic tea house. She swore on all the Gods above and below that she would knock the taste out of that old pervert’s mouth for this. As she stood outside making her proclamation to bash an old man’s head in, she was interrupted by the tea house’s 'mother', Kikuya. Seeing a rare opportunity to be the only tea house in the district with a Hanyou entertaining, Kikuya took her in instantly.

Amazingly, after several rough years of learning, she was finally “promoted” to the highest rank, Geisha.

Fast forward a few short years, just a few months from fully paying off her debt, she is one of the more popular girls advertised at the tea house. Fully skilled in playing the kokyū, flirting with men in a proper way, starting and losing games of Janken or Daruma Otoshi gracefully, and pouring hot tea in hazardous ways, courtesy of her quick Hanyou reflexes, she has acquired several frequent guests.

A Samurai named Yorimoto quickly became her favorite “customer”, and though they saw each other as nothing more than siblings, she developed a connection to the Human. He was never short on adventurous stories about fighting, and war, which she soaked up like a sponge, enjoying the romantic way he told of their honor code. Being half-Demon, she was naturally drawn to weapons and all their convenient ways of killing things, and eventually convinced Yorimoto to teach her how to use the Naginata. Unfortunately, it was highly un-Geisha like to swing around a “blade on a stick”, as her mother called it, so, under the guise of certain services, they met and trained. Several months passed, and her Samurai was called away to battle, but before he left, Yorimoto gifted her a Naginata all her own, for emergencies, of course.

Even though she was content to stay at her tea house and practice her Naginata in peace until the day when she could afford to open her own business, she also wouldn’t mind a little bit of adventure sneaking in and stirring things up.

Appearance:

Setsuna stands an intimidating five feet tall at her black ear tips, which has earned her the nickname “Runt”. Thanks to her Demon genetics, despite her small stature, she is sturdily built, muscular and has a curvy frame. She is a milky skinned Hanyou with loosely curled raven black hair that trails down to her rear, and cobalt blue, cat like eyes rimmed in coal eyeliner. Her ears are slightly fluffy, and sport two small silver hoops in each, a gift from her Geisha mother, Kikuya. Her claws are a soft pearl color; however, they are kept at a shorter length due to her kokyū playing and aesthetics for the tea house, but they still remain filed to a point and sharp.

Her only truly intimidating feature is a deep, guttural growl that could easily be mistaken for a much larger demon. Setsuna’s normal attire is that of a typical Geisha, minus the white makeup. Elaborate silk kimonos and obis, along with jeweled hair trinkets and pins. Her hair is never tied up, allowing her ears to remain out in the open. When she is training with the Naginata, she dons a black hakama, with a royal blue sash around her waist. Setsuna is almost always barefoot as she likes the feel of Earth on her skin.

Like all Hanyou, she reverts to a mortal Human form on the night of the new moon. She becomes weaker, as she loses all of her Demon abilities. Her hair fades to a dusty blonde color, and her eyes dull to a pale gray.

Personality:

Setsuna is usually the center of the party. Having trained with her Geisha mother, she can strike up conversations easily with almost anyone. She has a laid-back demeanor, seeming to just roll with the punches. A smile of some sort is usually found on her face, giving her an easy to approach look. She has an old wisdom about her, and is always available to offer advice or find an answer to a question. She tends to have a soft spot for animals and children, but she prefers both go home with someone else. Her one true weakness is a field of wild flowers, or flowers of any kind. Though she hates to admit it, she’s a sucker for romance and intimate physical touches.

Unfortunately, with a decent amount of Demon blood in her veins, Setsuna is not the quiet, demure creature one would expect when they see her in full Geisha attire. Having been raised by thieves, her mouth is dirtier than a sewer grate, and her mind has been likened to that of a lecherous old man’s. Even with traditionally excitable genetics, she is calm, collected, and calculating, preferring her enemies to either make fools of themselves or to wander right into her trap. Though she has never been in a true battle, the canine in her usually wishes a mother fucker would so she could let her Naginata bathe in blood. Of course, that doesn’t mean she goes looking for a fight, but should one happen to peek around a corner….

Good Habit(s):

She is very understanding, and a good listener. No problem is too dramatic, or small for her ears. She offers honest advice (This could be good or bad) She is fiercely loyal to those who have earned it. Her colorful background and lifestyle have given her a wealth of wisdom and knowledge, both useful and not.

Bad Habit(s):

Hot headed, she finds a boiling point rather quickly over certain things. Decently excitable, the World is a big adventure to a young Hanyou. Territorial, what’s hers is hers. Cursing bad enough to make perverts blush.

Like(s):

Walking in the forest, feeling the sun on her skin and the Earth on her bare feet. Having her hair done/played with. Food. Training with her Naginata. Playing the kokyū. Listening to stories, mostly battle and war stories. Thunderstorms at night. Wildflower fields.

Special Powers/Abilities:

Aside from the typical Hanyou speed, flexibility and agility, she has a natural ability to hide and camouflage herself due to her small stature. She’s also decently formidable in a fist fight. Intimidating low, guttural growl usually used for intimidation. Rapid healing.

Ambition/Life-long Dream:

Even though she longs for the thrill of battle, a more reasonable ambition would be to finally pay off her debts to Kikuya, and to open her own tea house that specializes in ‘unique’ Geishas like herself.

Love Interest:

Unknown.

Occupation/Job:

Geisha, entertainer, Hanyou

Notes:

Now, I know y'all who follow the series are looking at me like, "Uh...THAT NAME IS FAMILIAR" And, yeah, I know, trust me. I had a moment when the official announcement was made, but when I created Setsuna, I actually used the name from the manga Angel Sanctuary ( showing my age here ), and this character was never meant to follow any sort of canon story line, ever, she was always strictly AU. With all that being said, please don't come for me. xD I am smol and anxiety ridden. I really just wanted to have her bio published, because I love this little shit of a Hanyou. She was one of my very first creations and holds a pretty special place in my cold black heart. A few more notes: I'm totally up for RP! Feel free to send me a note or whatever. I'm pretty laid-back, and open to most scenarios.

I usually ship Setsuna with Sesshomaru, because it's adorable, but, I’m open to any ship.

She has no art. Like I said, this has been a long time coming, so I haven't had any art of her commissioned, but maybe in the near future I will. ( -eyeballs the extremely talented @destinyfall) But, I can give you details and photo references if you decide you would like to RP.

#roleplay #rp #literate rp #inuyasha #demon #original character

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ohnomybreadsticks · 4 years

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The ever-lovely @jaskiersvalley tagged me, thank you! <3 Also I’m very sorry for the Allen60 XD that was cruel of me, tbf

🌿 Favourite comfort food: When I’m stressed out I’ll usually go for either sweet or cheesy, doesn’t really matter what! Right now the most comforting food is probably pizza we get from a local grocery store and bake at home, because it’s a reminder of like, normal routines from before the world got all wild

🌼 Favourite alcohol ( or hot drink! ): I like an alcohol where you can’t taste the alcohol tbh! I’m a sucker for sweet drinks, like White Russians or fruity mixed drinks (yes I know, very dangerous lol, stay hydrated if you drink folks!). For hot drinks I’m a sucker for a good warm chai or a dark hot chocolate

🌷 Favourite relaxing activity: When I need to relax I’ll put on one of my favorite videos from my favorite Let’s Play channel (Two Best Friends Play, ripperoni) and then do something with my hands...right now I’ve been cross stitching and really loving that C:

🌸 Favourite fluffy / feel good- fic: oh gosh!! Um, that’s really hard cause I have so many fluffy favorites! Here’s a few for you to peruse: Heliotrope by @catoeirienind, the illiterate Witcher series (parts of it on tumblr too) by @jaskiersvalley, and Petrichor by rawrkinjd. If you ever wanna talk fluff recs for dbh or witcher like...hop on into my inbox lol

🌻 Favourite calming scent: Because of my allergies, scents in nature aren’t generally my favorites...I do love the smell of a house where baking is happening, just that warm sweet smell permeating through all the rooms C: Or a citrusy scent, I have lots of citrus candles

🌺 Favourite relaxing ( or uplifting ) song: For a while now, Bastille has been my go to band (among a few others). Joy is a very uplifting song imo, makes me smile when I hear it :)

🌵 Favourite white noise: Okay so I’ve listened to so much of Two Best Friends play over the years that their voices are just so soothing to me. I can turn on one of their playthroughs and do almost anything (not writing, but ya know). It genuinely just relaxes me and makes a room feel less empty

🍄 Favourite book to get lost in: Absolutely the Lord of the Rings, any of the three, or the Silmarillion. I don’t talk about it on this blog lmao, but I *adore* Tolkien’s work

💐 Favourite chill-out TV show: Great British Bake Off!! This show brings me sooooo much joy, it’s genuinely just so fun and relaxing to watch! I’m also partial to Somebody Feed Phil (new season soon!) or any other kind of...’wholesome’ cooking show/competition

🌹 The best advice you’ve ever had: When I was an undergrad getting my degree in history, the professor who taught my capstone class told us his secret to writing books: do a little bit at a time. He told us we should focus on writing one paragraph, because that’s doable, right? You can do that in like 20 minutes, definitely. Then you can take a little break, play a round of solitaire (not my favorite, but his lmao), and write another paragraph. By doing things slowly, piece by piece, you take the fear out of an insurmountable task like writing a whole book. And honest to god that advice is how I handle all of my projects now, both at work and in my hobbies.

I’m gonna tag @catoeirienind, @sinclairsolutions, and @mondfuchs if you’d like to play along, as always no pressure <3 <3

#bready blabs #tag game

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goingknowherewastaken · 6 years

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FanFic Friday #18 || Weekly Reading List (November 24th, 2017 - December 7th, 2017)

Hello!! :D

Week 18! So I don’t know if anyone noticed, but I messed up the last two reading lists. I basically misjudged the dates and put them both as the same number. But those have been fixed!!! Also, sorry about this being posted late. I started a new job on Monday and things have been crazy. I actually still have fics to read, but I have a free day today so I will try to read those and add those to next week’s list :)

: Each of these fics are ones that I have read over the course of the week as I perused Tumblr (marked by ♦) and Archive of Our Own (Ao3) (marked by ☼). If I found that a fic was posted on both platforms, links to both posts can be found. You’ll also find that they are sorted by character and ship and most have some detail about what the story contains - mostly if it’s a reader insert, nsfw, or if it features a trope. It’s also very likely that I forgot to give one of those warnings, but the fic itself should have them listed so make sure to check those. But, please, if you read a fic you love just go ahead and share it so others have a chance at reading it. If you with to be tagged in the reading lists to stay on top of new fic, just send me an ask and I’ll add you :)

Now I guess it’s time to list the stories ;)

WonderKirk

☼ Star Trek: Age of Wonder || RobinsGirlWonder, @robinsgirlwonder

Leonard McCoy

♦ Getting Past Precedent || @outside-the-government || Reader Insert

♦ Old Habits || outside-the-government || Reader Insert

♦ The Long, Cold Night || @dolamrothianlady || Reader Insert (F) || nsfw

♦ Herbs and Blood Pudding || @captainsbabysitter-blog || Vampire!AU

♦ Giggles || @bugalouie || Reader Insert

♦ The Inauguration of Tradition || outside-the-government || Reader Insert

♦ My Heart Beats Only for You || outside-the-government || Reader Insert

♦ 1250 Follower Ficlet #6 || outside-the-government || Reader Insert

♦1250 Follower Ficlet #7 || outside-the-government || Reader Insert

McKirk

☼ Our Two Dads and the S’mores Experiment || randomlittleimp, @randomlittleimp || The Parent Trap!AU

☼ Just go to sleep || Askell

♦ Could Roses Bloom X|| @thevalesofanduin

♦ Growing Up || @pinkamour1588

♦ Guardian || Part Four, Part Five, || @auduna-druitt || Angel!AU || nsfw

♦ 1250 Follower Ficlet #5 || outside-the-government

♦ When in Rome || @medicatemedrmccoy

♦ Cassiopeia || pinkamour1588

☼ Live Underground Podcast || Askell || Fallout:NV!AU

Jim Kirk

♦ Wild Girl || @kaitymccoy123 || Reader Insert

♦ The Captain and his Ace Cadet || @insane-sociopath

♦ Like No Other || @trade-baby-blues || Reader Insert

♦ Imagine: Jim finding out why you’re so close to Pike || @imaginestartrek || Reader Insert

♦ Morning Routine || dirajunara || Reader Insert

♦ Imagine: Jim celebrating your birthday || imaginestartrek || Reader Insert

♦ The Turbolift || auduna-druitt || Reader Insert (F) || nsfw

Other

♦ Back to You || @omg-imagine || Spencer Reid x Reader

♦ It’s All Pros || @mybullshitsensesaretingling || Starlord x Reader

♦ Light of Valhalla, Fire of Hel || Chapter One || @musikat18 || Skurge x Reader

♦ The Doctor and His Idiot || @captainsbabysitter-blog || Chril || Vampire!AU

♦ Stay with Me || mybullshitsensesaretingling || Spock x Reader

Scotty

♦ 1250 Follower Ficlet #4 || outside-the-government || Reader Insert

I also want to give a huge thank you to all of the writers here for taking the time to give us these wonderful works! Writing is such a peculiar experience so I thank you for sharing these with us :)

*note: Some of these will show up on future lists due to it being a series/mulit-chaptered or a re-read. Also you are more than welcome to tag me in things if you so wish :)

My past reading lists

Fic Rec Tags: @dirajunara

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aspecardaweek · 3 years

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Frequently Asked Questions

Index: The Basics || Aspec Questions || Participation || Modding Questions

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THE BASICS

What is Aspec Arda Week? This is a week-long event to celebrate the interaction of the asexual and aromantic-spectrums and Tolkien’s Legendarium of Arda. Though these experiences are not explicit within Tolkien’s work, many fans across the a-spectrum see themselves in Arda, and we are here to appreciate any and all interpretation of characters, relationships, and events through an aspec lens.

When is Aspec Arda Week? Aspec Arda Week will run from May 3-9, 2021.

Who is running this blog? That would be me, Anna @arofili. I am an aroace and nonbinary Tolkien fan (they/them), and I’ve been dreaming of an event like this for years. I have run multiple week-long tumblr events, including @kilielweek, @finweanladiesweek, and @tolkiengenweek. TGW actually began with my desire for an aspec event, but I didn’t think it would have enough interest to be sustainable—I am beyond excited to finally have this opportunity!

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ASPEC QUESTIONS

I’m not aspec. Can I participate? Yes, absolutely! While this event is by and for aspecs, allo people are welcome to join in the fun.

Do you count ____ as aspec? If you count it as aspec, then we do too. This is a gatekeeping-free zone; we believe in self-determination and the freedom to label yourself however you want - and the freedom to label your favorite characters however you want!

What do all these terms mean? Here are some resources on the a-spectrum.

What is asexuality?

Aromanticism 101

Asexual and Aromantic Resources

Aro Resources

Ace terminology

Aro terminology

Queerplatonic Relationships

our resources tag

If you have further questions after perusing these resources, feel free to reach out to the mod on their main or their aspec positivity blog.

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PARTICIPATION

For further information on this subject, check out the Code of Conduct’s section on Submission Guidelines.

How do I participate? In any way you want! We accept art, fic, meta, graphics, gifs, headcanons - pretty much any fan creation you can think of! There are optional prompts for each day, but feel free to let your imagination run wild. You can submit your work directly to this blog or make an original post on your own blog with #aspecardaweek in the first 20 tags (minus the hashtag). You can also @mention this blog or send the mod a DM with a link to your submission. For additional information, please read our Code of Conduct page.

What kind of content qualifies for this event? Any fanwork that focuses on Tolkien’s Legendarium through an aspec lens. This includes but is not limited to: aspec pride moodboards, fic about characters being aspec, queerplatonic shipping fanart/fanfic, fanart/gifs/graphics of characters you see as aspec, etc. If your work is about anything a-spectrum + Tolkien, it qualifies!

Can I submit just a headcanon without any art/fic/etc attached? Yes, headcanons are welcome. However, please give at least one sentence of description/elaboration to the headcanon rather than just stating it. Basically, have some substance to your headcanon beyond the bare bones statement of it. For examples on what format of headcanon is acceptable vs. not, see the Submission Guidelines section of the Code of Conduct.

Can my fanwork include sex, romance, and/or shipping? This is not a ship-centered event, but ships of all kinds are welcome so long as they include aspec content. For example: a romantic relationship with an ace character, a sex scene with an aro character, a queerplatonic ship—all of these are fine! There are, of course, other ways to include this kind of content, but everything aspec is accepted, even if there are other elements. If you are creating content that includes sex, romance, or shipping, please mention that in your submission (in the tags/summary or at the top or your post, preferably). Romance (including background romance) and sex (including implied sex) will be tagged for so people may seek it out or avoid it, whatever their preference. If you are interested in solely gen content, check out our sister event, @tolkiengenweek.

Can I submit NSFW content? Yes. See the section above and the Code of Conduct page for guidelines on submitting this kind of content.

What if I don’t want to see ship-related content for this event? I will be tagging for ship-related content and other sensitive topics, both for ease of blacklisting should you want to not see such content, and for ease of searching if you’re specifically looking for it! See the Code of Conduct for more information.

Can I focus my fanwork on OCs? Absolutely! We are OC-friendly!

Do I have to participate every day? Nope! You can participate as many times as you want to, whether that means submitting one creation or 20 or just consuming other people’s content. We are happy to have you here no matter how involved you want to be!

What if I don’t like the prompts? Then don’t use them! The prompts are there to inspire you, not to restrict your creativity. We accept all kinds of content, related to the prompts or not.

Can I contribute an in-progress work? Yes! You can contribute whatever kind of fanwork you want, even if it’s not finished. We want to inspire you to create aspec content, and if that means you continue on with it after the event is over, that’s great! Additionally, if your work is already in-progress and you want to update it or promo it during the week, that is also encouraged, so other people can find and consume your content!

What if I don’t finish my fanwork in time for the event? Feel free to post what you have and tag us anyway - we accept in-progress works! Alternatively, tag the blog whenever you are finished and ready to post it - we will be happy to promote it even outside the event.

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MODDING QUESTIONS

Why haven’t you reblogged my post? Posts are queued as the mod encounters them! Your post should be reblogged within 24 hours or so. If you see a like on your post from the mod @arofili, your post is in the blog’s queue! If it’s been 24 hours and you don’t see a like and your post hasn’t been reblogged, we may have missed it - feel free to send it to us or ask us if we’ve seen it! We want to boost your content, but tumblr’s tagging and @ing mechanisms can be faulty.

Is there an AO3 collection for the event? Yes! You can find it here.

Are there any other rules? Yes. Please check our Code of Conduct page for the rules of the event.

I have another question… Contact us via an ask, or reach out to the creator @arofili on their own blog :)

#aaw21 #faq

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hmmasterlist · 7 years

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Announcement + Warning Check Results

Hey everyone!

This is really, really long, but I hope everyone can make the time to peruse of the entirety of this announcement.

Here’s a TL;DR of this massive announcement post:

Anyone warned on June 17th passed the July 1st warning check, with the exception of three people.

We ask that you please unfollow Claire, Jin, and Wayne.

They are also now available for reservation.

We are giving our activity rules a complete overhaul after July 15th’s activity check.

The July 15th activity check will go ahead as planned. Characters are still responsible for 8 posts by July 15th.

Any character that joins the masterlist between today (July 3rd) and July 13th are only responsible for four posts to pass the July 15th check.

We have a new theme. Please message us if there are any broken links or broken codes.

There are some additions and changes to the blog and its pages:

We have a new general navigation page;

All forms are now on one page, including our application, what to include in a reservation, & the heart levels base;

We have a new Discord guide page for those unfamiliar with the server;

We have brought back the requested character page;

There is a new credit/resource page for art/fonts/etc found on the HMMasterlist;

The updates tab has been moved to its own section;

We have a new banner.

As we have a requested characters page again, feel free to drop us an ask with any character you’d like for someone else to pick up.

We will be having an event in July, although the details aren’t worked out yet. You can expect more in a coming announcement.

The administration of the HMMasterlist have learned a lot about what works for the community and what doesn’t work within the past month and a half. You can expect some changes around here in the coming weeks, and we’d like to start by announcing that we have decided to completely modify our activity rules — however, we are going to wait until after July 15th’s activity check to officially do so.

As such, we decided it was unfair to enforce that the characters warned in June’s activity check were required to make eight posts. We messaged all characters that had been given a warning on June 17th — through Discord, if possible, or Tumblr otherwise — to let them know how we’d be doing things on Friday.

There were two types of messages we sent out:

If your character had been warned in the June check but posted whatsoever since June 16th, you passed the warning check. You are still responsible for the eight posts due July 15th, but are in good standing.

However, if you were warned and did not post whatsoever in the past two weeks, we instead sent you a message asking if you would like to keep your character.

Here, we stated that you had 72 hours to respond to the message and indicate your decision.

If you said yes, you passed the warning check, and are still responsible for the eight posts due July 15th.

If you said no or did not answer, we considered that to be “failing” the check, and dropped the character from the masterlist.

July 1st Warning Check Results

Here are the passes:

Chase

Harvest Goddess

Iris

Mistel

Witch Princess

Minori

Yue

And those who either decided to drop or did not reply:

Wayne

Claire

Jin

We ask that you please unfollow Jin, Wayne, and Claire. These three characters are also available for reservation.

Upcoming Activity Check (July 15th)

As a reminder for the July 15th activity check, all characters are responsible for 8 posts in this activity cycle (between June 17th and before the activity check announcement is posted on July 15th).

As per our current activity rules, the only exceptions to this rule are:

A roleplayer is indicated to be on semi-hiatus or hiatus, so their characters are excused from the activity check;

A character joins the day of the activity check or the day prior, where they receive a faux pass;

A character joins between July 3rd and July 13th, in which case they are only responsible for four posts to pass.

New Theme + Blog Additions and Changes

The theme has been up for a few days now, but in case anyone hasn’t been on the blog or only has been on mobile, I’d recommend giving it a look to familiarize yourself with where links are, etc. I personally only lightly tweaked the HTML myself from a theme maker’s code, so hopefully there shouldn’t be any issues. However, my knowledge of HTML is equivalent to the knowledge a tree has of HTML, and mistakes are largely possible.

Please inform us of anything out of place — broken links, links that direct to the wrong place, bad code, etc — via an ask message. Thanks!

My resolution is 1920 x 1080, I use a Firefox fork, but I also double-checked it in Chrome and it was fine. If you have a larger resolution or a smaller one — or run Safari, IE, or Opera, regardless of resolution — please indicate your resolution & browser if something looks really, really wrong. I think it should be fine, though, except most likely on IE!

Here is an explanation of the changes to pages and layout:

1. This pretty boring, but... besides our tag list page, we now have a navigation page. Before I changed the theme and added more pages, we could actually link every page on the masterlist homepage. We can’t anymore, so instead we have this!

2. I moved all of our forms to one page for ease of use. You can now find the reservation form, the main character application, and the heart levels base on one page.

3. We now have a credit page. I always believe in giving credit where it is due and thought it was time to do so on the HMMasterlist. This is still a work in progress, however, you can find links to all fonts seen on our blog, the small white icons throughout the theme, and the theme itself. I’m working on including links to the un-edited images of the official art on our blog.

4. We have a requested characters page again. If you’d like to see a certain character roleplayed, feel free to drop us an ask requesting them. We’ll add them to the page and hopefully someone will pick them up sooner rather than later.

5. There’s a page explaining the Discord server and the channels within it. This will likely mostly be of use to future new members, and isn’t important for those already a part of the Discord server.

6. We now have a clock — set to UTC -4, what the Masterlist uses — in our description. This should make it easier to know if your ask didn’t go through or if no one has been around to answer it yet, especially combined with our status tab (the upper-right sidebar section.) What was once in the updates tab is now there, including a link to our latest announcement & the time that a mod last checked the inbox.

7. We have a new banner & art featured on the blog, which I guess is worth mentioning. That I hate Photoshop is definitely worth mentioning though and I apologize for the banner LOL.

Future Changes?

Since I was just talking about the theme, I’d like to start off this section by indicating that I’d also like to change some other parts of it. Currently, I’m hoping to combine our FAQ & askbox into one page for ease of use, change the style of our affiliates page to include promotional pictures for each community/website we are affiliated with, edit the rules page to make it look less ... long, and hopefully code all of the above from scratch. There’s also still some light formatting I’d like to do to make things cleaner.

We have decided that we will absolutely be hosting an event in July, although we are not 100% on the details aside from that we are hoping to get everyone involved in something. There will be more on events in a coming announcement, which should be July 15th at the latest.

As I’ve already stated, we will be giving our activity rules a complete overhaul. More on this will be posted with the July 15th activity check. I’d like to say that if you are finding it difficult to put in eight posts on each blog, you can rest assured that we will be lowering the requirement with this rule change. Please just hang in there until this check is done!

There will also be some more things along with this July 15th announcement! I’m going to keep them a secret, though. ;)

Concluding Notes

On behalf of the administration, I would like to extend a massive thank you to our members for sticking with us through the past month and a half. HMML was my first moderating experience in 2011, and although I have went on to moderate other communities since then, I have not done so in almost four years... It’s been a bit of a wild ride trying to get back into the swing of things (when was the last time I had to edit HTML? How does new xkit work?) and I often wonder if there’s more I could be doing! Despite my initial insecurities, it’s been a largely enjoyable and worthwhile experience, and I have to thank you all for it.

It’s been wonderful to reconnect with old friends and meet new people, and I only hope that we can welcome more members — both experienced HMMLers and those unfamiliar to the community — in the future.

Cheers,

mod Jamie

#hmml:activity #hmml:unfollow #hmml:announcement #post:j #by long i mean its almost 2k words and i initially just wanted to post the warning check results

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voltrongenminibang · 7 years

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Frequently Asked Questions - 2017 edition, first run

About This Event

What is gen? Gen fics are, for the purposes of this Bang, stories in which there are no romantic pairings. Not in the background, not in the focus: there are no non-canonical ships. There is leeway allowed for canon relationships (ie Sam and Colleen Holt being married in the fic doesn’t prevent it from being gen), but there are no added relationships at all. The focus instead is on platonic relationships, be that friendship, team, familial or otherwise.

For the olds out there: No Romance On Screen.

Are platonic ships allowed? Yes, as long as they’re strictly platonic and don’t become shippy. We understand that sometimes the story can change while you’re writing it; if in the process of the draft your pairing becomes shippy, you will not be allowed to use the story for your Mini Bang. Either you will need to drop out or you’ll need to write something else.

How does a Big Bang work? For a standard Big Bang like this one: fic first, then art. After a few weeks of work, the authors will submit a summary and excerpt of their fics to begin the Claims process. Artists pick their top favorites from this list and submit them to the mods. One of those choices is assigned to the artists, who then create content for that fic. [In a reverse Bang, then the artists would submit what they’re going to draw and the authors write with that in mind.]

Gen Mini-Bang Details + Participation Requirements

How many people can participate? 25 authors and 25 artists. upped to 40 each, after enthusiastic response!

What’s the timeline? The timeline can be found on the sidebar, and also here.

Who’s running this shindig? @bosstoaster, @butteredonions and @velkynkarma.

Minimum word count? 5,000 words is the minimum.

Can we have co-authors? You can have a co-author, but you will be responsible for working together and making sure your fic reaches completion. In fairness to the limited number of slots, once you’ve signed up you will not be allowed to split up the pair: one or both of you will have to drop out. Also, to make it fair, if you have two authors you will be responsible for a 10,000 word story (essentially 5k each).

Maximum word count? None! Go wild. Just remember that you have to be able to finish it in the scheduled time.

What are the requirements for artists? Artists will be asked to produce 1 piece of artwork for the fic they’re partnered with after claims. We’ll be asking for progress updates/sketches during the check-ins. The final piece should be completed and ready for turn-in by the July 16th final deadline.

There aren’t any restrictions on what media you use. Traditional and digital are both accepted, and if you have other ideas besides a splash page or comic, we’re open to that too! All we ask is that it’s a fully completed piece, no sketches or WIPs.

Sign-Ups

Can I sign up to both write and create art? Due to limited space, you can only be part of the initial sign-up for one or the other, unless we have trouble filling up (which is somewhat unlikely, but more possible for the artist side). However, you can be on the wait-list for either side, even if you’re signed up for the other. So if you’d prefer to be an artist, we advise you wait until the 25 slots are full and sign-up as a pitch hitter instead, and then sign-up as an artist in the first wave (or vice versa)

Can I sign up now and drop out later? Technically we can’t stop you, but please consider the limited number of spaces available for this mini-bang. If you sign up now without the intent of following through, you may be taking that slot away from someone else who wants to participate just as badly. Please check out the timeline and evaluate your own schedule before committing.

I already signed up through the poll Bosstoaster did! That was an interest poll, not sign-ups themselves. If you filled out this form: 1) thank you!, and 2) you’ll still need to actually sign-up when sign-ups are live.

Is it first-come first serve or an application? Slots will fill on a first-come, first-serve basis. Authors: Mark your calendars March 20th!

How do I sign up, officially? Sign-ups are closed! All slots are currently full and we are running on a waitlist.

How much information will i need for sign-ups? Your tumblr handle (or other social media), as well as an active email address.

When exactly will sign-ups open? Author sign-ups opened at exactly 12:00am, March 20th, EST. Sign-ups remained open for one week. Artist sign-ups opened at exactly 12:00am, March 27th, EST. Sign-ups remained open for one week.

What if I miss the window? Mark your calendars! If you miss it, you’ll have to wait for another time.

All the slots are full! Yes, they are! You can sign up on either waitlist in case of drop-outs. Author Waitlist Artist Waitlist

Are you going to add more slots? The current cap remains 25 authors and 25 artists. Please see this post for more information. ETA: Due to exceptional and enthusiastic interest, we have upped the cap to 40 authors and 40 artists, for a total of 80 participants.

Check-Ins and Claims

What are check-ins? Check-ins are when we look into the progress of authors and artists to make sure everything is coming along on schedule. You will be responsible for showing how you’re progressed in your work at these times, usually by sending us your most current rough draft. More specific requirements may be posted as we draw closer to those dates.

The first check-in comes pretty quick! What do I need to have ready? Check-in 1 will be to make sure you still want to participate and that you’re working on your claims. It’s there so if we have any early drop-outs, we catch them earlier so that we can give our back-ups time to make their summary before claims, rather than demanding one on the day of.

What are claims? Claims are named that because it’s when the artists decide which story they want to write for. Authors submit details to us such as a summary, rating, and an excerpt, along with the tags they’d plan on using for AO3. We’ll number those submissions and post them anonymously for artists to peruse; artists in turn give us a list of which of those submissions they want to draw. We then assign them and pair everyone up.

Can I be late to claims? No. If you are late to claims you will be dropped and replaced. No exceptions.

What happens if I miss a check-in? Shiro never comes back from the astral plane.

Content Queries

My work is ‘technically’ gen? but it might be kind of shippy if people want to read it that way. Ultimately, you know your content best. We recommend that if there’s any doubt if your content is gen you do not use it for this Bang.

Can I have NSFW content? All NSFW content is acceptable (except if it involves a ship), but please remember to tag your fics appropriately for any NSFW content.

Are AUs allowed? Allowed, but please consider it may alienate artists if your niche is too specific (i.e. a Fantasy AU is one thing, a Dresden Files AU is another).

Can I continue a WIP? No. All material created for this mini-bang must be new material; the exception is a sequel to a previously-completed story. No posting new chapters of a WIP. The only exception is a WIP you’ve begun working on, but have not yet published anywhere yet.

Are sequels allowed? This is fine, as long as you are writing a sequel for a previously-completed story. You cannot continue posting a currently half-published WIP.

Can I use an idea I’ve already loosely posted about on my blog? (i.e. I’ve talked about a basic plot, headcanon, meta, etc.) Yes. Previously posted ideas, snippets or hints are perfectly fine. If you’re considering making it your Bang Fic, please hold off on posting further details about your plot so that claims are as anonymous as possible. However, as long as the fic itself is not posted anywhere prior to claims, you’re good to go.

Posting

What are the multi-chapter posting rules? The entirety of your fic must be posted on your assigned day. If you have multiple chapters, all chapters must be posted on the same day. This is in fairness to everyone on the posting schedule. It’s not fair if some people get a chapter posted every day for weeks while others get only the one post. If your fic exceeds 30k, please message us and we can consider exceptions on a case-by-case basis.

Can I post my work on my account? Do not post your work anywhere before your assigned posting date. You can post little snippets or previews, but the work as a whole should be a surprise until the posting date.

The only exception is if you’ve already loosely posted about the idea on your blog prior to Sunday, March 12th, 2017. Loose posts include ideas such as a basic plot, snippets, meta, headcanons, etc., that you’re now planning to expand into your Mini-Bang fic. If this is the case please hold off on posting further details about your plot through claims so that the process is as anonymous as possible.

Where will we post our fics for Posting Day? All fics will also be posted to your own AO3 or Tumblr. After that, send a link to us and we’ll post it. More information will be provided as we draw closer to the deadline.

Will I need the story to be totally completed by the deadline? All fic and art must be completed by the final deadline of Sunday, July 16th. Absolutely. Period.

Can fics be edited between the Final Deadline of July 16th and posting on August 1st? Yes. We just require that the story be finished. If you need a final read-over for editing, we’d much rather you do that than leave in mistakes because you think you’re not supposed to touch it. We absolutely encourage you use those extra couple of weeks of organization to polish. How do I post my artist’s images to my fic on AO3? Check out our tutorial post on this here.

Additional/Misc.

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