fictional works

Reminder:

Killing Stalking is a psychological thriller, it is fucked up and it is supposed to be fucked up, and that is why people are attracted to it.

If you are delving into a piece of work like this you have to understand and respect the themes that it handles. I believe that it is possible to be interested in Killing Stalking (as a creator of fanwork or just a reader) in a respectful way, but a lot of the fandom does not handle that respect well. It’s an extremely controversial piece of work that can be harmful to a lot of people, and the fandom really needs to be aware of that. The themes involved in Killing Stalking are not “just fantasy”, they are not “just fiction”, even if the work in itself is. And because of that, you need to be careful and cautious when promoting, discussing, or creating content for it. 

This is just a message to all of you out there; please remember to be responsible, respectful, and aware when handling work involving these disturbing themes, especially those that display it as explicitly as Killing Stalking. 

AKA: Tag your shit, be cautious when discussing, be mindful to other peoples thoughts and feelings on sensitive subject matter, and educate yourself on the difference between appreciating work and glamorizing something you don’t understand.

The Simple Things Aren’t Always So Simple - A Little Patience

Word Count: 1582

Warnings: Smoking, drinking, mentions of divorce (kinda lame, really)

A/N:  So my dear good friend @spntrista tells me in great detail about a dream she had about Jensen. It has inspired this series. Let’s all remember that this is FICTION and I do not in ANYWAY condone cheating on your spouse or partner. This is simply a work of fiction, please regard it as such. I mean no disrespect to Jensen or his family. Thank you.

The Simple Things Aren’t Always So Simple Masterlist


I couldn’t believe the life I was living right now. I was Jensen Ackles’ nanny. I wasn’t just the nanny, I had been sleeping with Jensen for more than a week and it was phenomenal. Everything about this man was unbelievable. He was a good cook, he was an amazing dad, he was a great listener and an attentive lover.

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Nothing is worse than the internet Dinosaur Fandom’s attitude, but its fashion sense is a definite runner-up.


Things I am satirizing with this image:

  • People who claim that scientific progress trumps aesthetic preference, but are clearly masking their own smugness over the idea that their own preferences are being supported. 
  • People who do the above, but don’t even bother hiding behind scientific progress.
  • People who don’t even do the barest amount of research and simply hop on the bandwagon, giving fully developed flight feathers to non-flying animals, and basing the coloration of gargantuan predators on that of tiny, tropical omnivores.
  • People who believe in evolutionary levels, and that birds are simply higher on the ladder than reptiles.
  • People who think that it’s somehow wrong to find scales more aesthetically appealing than feathers.
  • People who think that every work of fiction is obligated to perform the impossible task of depicting dinosaurs with complete accuracy(The very nature of paleontology ensures that what we think we know about prehistoric animals is always subject to change, and there will never not be enormous, glaring blind spots in what we know.)
  • People who hop on the bandwagon of every paleontological proposition, accepting it as immutable fact and shunning those who don’t follow, without awaiting testing or any sort of proof. SOME of us remember the whole scavenger debacle!


What I am not satirizing with this image:

* The notion that tyrannosaurids may have had feathers. The T.rex on the right is left intentionally ambiguous as to its texture - it may be completely scaled, or it may have short ‘peach fuzz’ that doesn’t show up in the cartoony style.


I know it seems like this would go without saying, but experience has repeatedly taught me otherwise.

tako-yaki  asked:

What are some books you have read lately you've enjoyed? Secondly what would you reccomend someone read if their interested in Germany because of playing Darklands?

Thomas More’s Utopia was very interesting because it helped me understand the context in which Renaissance thinkers approached the idea of the “ideal city”.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ideal_city

It’s also interesting to evaluate the viewpoints given by “Thomas More” (the character) and Raphael Hythlodaeus to determine what More’s (the author’s) actual viewpoints were.  It’s easy to argue that many of Raphael’s opinions are actually the author’s, veiled by dialogue with a fictional character to deflect potential punishment from Henry VIII.

I’m only two chapters into it, but the The Book of Legendary Lands by Umberto Eco is also great.  It’s much easier reading than his fiction and certainly much easier than early non-fiction works like A Theory of Semiotics, which is firmly planted past the Derrida-Foucault Line.  The Book of Legendary Lands, On Ugliness, and History of Beauty are all much, much more approachable than most of his other work (IMO).

If you are interested in some of the real history around witch-hunting and the 15th century Holy Roman Empire (later Germany), there are a lot of great sources.  First, you can check Arnold Hendrick’s bibliography in the back of the Darklands manual.  Obviously those are older texts since everything he’s referencing is pre-1992, but there’s good stuff in there.

My own personal recommendations would be:

Witchcraft in Europe, 400-1700 - Kors and Peters

The Faithful Executioner: Life and Death, Honor and Shame in the Turbulent Sixteenth Century - Joel F. Harrington (later, but very good)

Malleus Maleficarum - Kramer and Sprenger

On the Demon-Mania of Witches - Jean Bodin

Challenge! (game)

RULES: Tell us one favourite character from ten fictional works ( shows, films, novels, etc. ) & tag ten people!

Thank you @archi05 for tagging me! ♥ (I’ve actually done it here before, but I changed the order up in this one)


1. Sasuke Uchiha from Naruto

Originally posted by meezumaki

2. Olivier Mira Armstrong from Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood

Originally posted by zechs

3. Chitoge from Nisekoi

Originally posted by yuiichaan

4. Ryuk from Death Note

Originally posted by death-note-kira-world

5. Kageyama from Haikyuu!!

Originally posted by kaori

6. Liang from Suddenly Seventeen

7. Natsu from Fairy Tail

Originally posted by avnai

8. Yuri Plisetsky from Yuri!!! on Ice

Originally posted by urushenna

9. Nezumi from No.6

Originally posted by zechs

10. Seungbae from Killing Stalking

Originally posted by yoonbumcrutches

(this is the best i could find lol)

I tag: @rei-scarlet @someone-who-is-there @cantgetoversns @saucegayuchihayyyy @schaychan @bahare-uzuchiha @it-started-over-sasunaru

Rules: Tell me your favorite character from 10 fictional works (Movies, books, TV shows, etc.) and tag 10 people!

tagged by this lil cherry blossom @jazthespazz 😌👌((all mine are from anime cuz i’m a scrub)) 

1. giorno giovanna-jjba 
2. asuka langley soryu- nge 
3. saya kisaragi- blood c 
4. mumen rider- opm
5. illumi zoldyck- hxh
6. yoko littner- gurren lagann
7. jyushimatsu- osomatsu-san
8. jonouchi katsuya- ygo dm
9. c.c.- code geass
10. ekubo- mp100 

i’ll tag these cuties but if anyone wants to also say i tagged u then go ahead ~ ✌️ @kinbari14 @katherine-ciejek @lancethebored @sophie1564 @severelymelancholic @stellafreyja @unautopiayunaflor @king–eggy @maraminds @alloutfujoshi ~ ☆

Rules: Tell me your favorite character from 10 fictional works (Movies, books, TV shows, etc.) and tag 10 people!

Tagged by @mursnurph. Cheers! And, congratulations on being awesome, btw. :D

1. Shay (or Pidge): Voltron: Legendary Defender

2. Armin Arlert: Attack on Titan

3. Mother: Matthew Reilly’s Scarecrow series

4. Sugawara Koushi: Haikyuu!!

5. Mihashi Ren: Big Windup!

6. Hyosu Shinosuke (or Ise Natsuki): All Out!!

7. Piper: Storm Hawks

8. Captain Ray Holt: Brooklyn Nine-Nine

9. Balin (or Dwalin): The Hobbit

10. Aziraphale: Good Omens

I should not have struggled with this as much as I did, but I just couldn’t think of anyone! Haha! Oh well, I managed!

NOW, tagging!! Let’s go with: @ginkoko, @abirdwholikesanime, @ryujin-zanba, @dahdah-rigeru, @toomanyrandomstories, @master-burglar@moonpath, @shajee1998, @iamwhoremoans, @jessthemess22 & @moxxdraws.

Of course, don’t do it if you don’t want to! 

rpl is fun, casting my own gay bank heist ben c movie is super fun, i encourage everyone to just make up fictional works and jam as many of their faves/interests in as possible its great

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A thread about millennials and stories (sorry for all the typos I was fueled by too much emotion to type well)

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reunion falls- northwest mansion mystery

uhhh so i didnt rly get a chance to develop this relationship as much as i should have before doing this but i wanted to rewrite nmm to include girl crushes and kissing so i did

@ people who arent as familiar w this au, for context pacifica has been on good terms with the twins for a long time so!! this would be the conclusion of many many episodes of shipteasing and flirting that neither one recognizes as flirting. its good. its great.

I just wanted to let a few of you know that if you any of you who are writers of fiction or poetry (or even if you have a gnawing hunger to read more!) you should try Commaful to post your stuff. It’s this really pleasant community of writers who support and actually give back feedback on any work you post. I’ve been there for almost 7 months now and of all my poetry posts, I’ve never gotten one negative comment. I’ve never seen a negative comment on the site period. Each post is like this little slideshow of a book and they’re so easy to make and coming from a really bad place last year mentally with a lingering depression and years of not feeling good about my poetry, I’ve never felt more accepted or inspired until I joined. I hope any who reads or writes like I do checks it out. Commaful.com is so much better for you and your work than Tumblr is.

Also, follow me if you like it and I’ll follow back! I’m wethedreamers there. Come be sad with me and look at my poetry and I’ll look at yours. :)

Multi-chapter fics need love

Attention everyone.

The more chapters a fic has, the MORE YOU NEED TO COMMENT. 

I’m looking at all these fics with lots of kudos, lots of hits, lots of subscriptions I’m sure, and then *crickets* at an update. IF THERE ARE SAY 100 PEOPLE SUBSCRIBED, WHY ARE THERE ONLY TWO COMMENTS?? Let’s say only 10% of the people still read it. That’s ten comments that should be there. 

Too shy or worried or blah to comment? Here’s some copypastes for you:

  • I love this chapter so much.
  • I love reading this fic.
  • I think about this fic a lot.
  • It makes me happy when I see there is an update. 
  • This story is so intense and well-written.
  • I’ve been following since the beginning and it’s better than I imagined.
  • I’ve fallen in love with your characterization.
  • *quote your favorite part* This is my favorite! 
  • This fic made me think about a lot of things. 
  • I’ve learned some things about myself reading this story.
  • This is my favorite fic of all time. 
  • I reread this all the time. 
  • *incoherent screaming*
  • This is absolutely delectable and I love it. 

Use one! Use all! There are endless possibilities! Don’t feel pressured to write an essay. Just say that you are still here and you’re happy! 

It would be preferable for you not to say 

  • Can’t wait for the next chapter!

It’s ok when combined with other things, but if that’s all you say…..? We’re looking for love on the hard work we just posted

When you post your first chapter/oneshot, you worry: “Is anyone reading it? Does anyone like it? PLease someone, anyone!?” and you wait for people to come into your space. 

When you post your Xth chapter, you already know that people are reading it, there’s already a crowd gathered. Even if it’s only a few people, you know that they are there. “Does no one like it? What’s going on? What happened? Everyone loved it before?? I thought?? Did I mess up?”

NOT COMMENTING ON A MULTI-CHAPTER FIC IS LIKE GOING TO THE THEATRE AND NOT CLAPPING BETWEEN SCENES. LIKE THERE IS NO APPLAUSE AT INTERMISSION. 

Love your author. They need it. 

Harry Can't Sleep, and Draco is Not Impressed With Knock-Knock Jokes (A Proposal)

I wrote you guys a little present as a thank you for 300 followers. Xoxoxoxo (and many more x’s an o’s.)

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“Hey, Draco,” Harry whispers. Draco closes his eyes tighter, and focuses on willing himself into another universe where Harry Potter is not trying to wake him up at 3 a.m. after a 12 hour shift at St. Mungos.

“Draco? Are you sleeping?” Harry asks, and Draco wishes he was.

“…Are you awake?”

“How could I be anything but, with your incessant nattering,” Draco grouses, but his tone is far too fond for the words to have any bite. It’s habit, at this point, to snark at his boyfriend. Just like it’s habit to heave deep sighs when Harry wakes him at odd hours, but still always then roll over so they’re face to face. Draco does, and forces an eyelid open, catlike.

“Oh, good,” Harry continues, characteristically unrepentant. “I can’t sleep,” he whines.

“Obviously.”

“It’s like my brain just won’t shut up,” he continues, and Draco tenses, instantly alert.

He moves closer to Harry instinctively, tangling their legs and invading his space. His hand rubs up and down Harry’s thigh.

What’s it saying?“ He asks carefully, eyes searching Harry’s face for any crinkle or twitch of distress. They’ve both come a long way since the war and the general awfulness that followed after. It’s not like either of them wake up screaming on a regular basis anymore, at least. They’ve overcome a lot of the mental scars the war scraped into them, but sometimes…

Sometimes the scars feel fresher than other times, is all.

Harry pours water over his worry with a little shake of his head, kind of awkward against the pillow. He frowns at the pillow, like it’s personally at fault for this whole mess, and rolls. He props up on an elbow so he’s looking down on Draco. Draco’s hands follow easily, smoothing up and down on his lower back before fitting into the dimples just before his bum.

"No, it’s nothing bad, it’s-. Jokes, mostly.”

“Jokes,” Draco repeats, raising an eyebrow in disbelief.

“Yeah!” He says, enthusiastic. “Just, these jokes, over and over again. Like - Okay, like: Knock, knock?”

“It’s my fist knocking into your face,” Draco tells him seriously.

“Draco, come on.”

“Potter, your muggle knock-knock jokes are not NEARLY as amusing as you think.”

Harry reaches his free hand up to stroke Draco’s chin. He leans down and kisses him. It’s shockingly dirty from the get go, deep and all tongue and teeth. Harry pulls away much too quickly, leaving him gasping for breath. Harry notices, and grins all the wider as he says, “You’ll like this one. Trust me.”

Because he does, when Harry again says “knock, knock,” Draco asks, “Who’s there?” with minimal rolling of his eyes.

“Marry.”

“Marry who?” Draco parrots obediently, instantly realizes what he has said, and freezes. He looks up in shock, mouth and eyes wide. His heart is loud, so loud , but Harry looks remarkably unfazed. Actually, no; Harry looks like a bastard that knows something Draco doesn’t, and is quite pleased with himself as such. If Draco looks close, though (and when it comes to Harry, he usually does) he can see a faint twinkle of uncertainty behind his eyes.

Harry takes a deep breath, and the grin ratchets up impossibly higher.

“Marry me?” He says, and it has the right inflection, but it’s not a question. It’s an invitation - it’s said in the same way Harry asks Draco along when he’s off to do something interesting, like flying or seeing a new potion or helping Hermione with a new proposal. Like Harry’s going to do something, but it would be much, much better if Draco came along.

“Still joking?” Draco breathes, terrified of either answer Harry could give.

“Only if you’re going to tell me no,” he says.

He looks up at the face of Harry - Harry who was his arch nemesis, the Boy who Lived, the Boy who Saved Everyone, and then the Man Who Didn’t Quite Know What to Do, Now. Harry who spoke at all the trials, and hearings and law-makings, and then didn’t know how to rest at home without a mission to save the world. Harry who once went through six jobs in one year, who is an excellent cook but burns the toast, who reads horoscopes aloud, for luck. Who has, thus far, brought home three stray dogs because he can’t bear a stray. Who became Draco’s best friend and then best EVERYTHING. Harry who is looking, hopeful and nervous, at him.

“Yes,” Draco says, simply. Harry crows in triumph and leaps at him.

Hours - or maybe days, or maybe years; time isn’t real, anyway - later, Draco is curled on Harry’s chest, sweaty and satisfied and HAPPY. He presses a kiss just below Harry’s nipple and says, “Alright, Potter. Get some sleep. You’ll need your rest.”

“Oh yeah? For what?” Harry grins cheekily.

“For coming up with a better proposal than that. We can hardly tell people you proposed in Knock-Knock format.”

Harry huffs, affecting indignation, but Draco kisses him and he kisses back and, all in all, it’s not the worst thing Draco has even been woken up for.

Ships Lost at Sea

A short little piece of fluff of a moment between Betty and Jughead shared on a couch. 

This ship inspires a need to write fluff like never before, it’s too cute and completely uncharted territory for me to be writing something so fluffy.


She wasn’t sure what they were. When Veronica had asked her why he had comforted her in such an intimate way she didn’t know what to say. She told her the truth he had been comforting her and she had found comfort in the most unlikely of places. That he was helping her through what had been one of the most difficult times of her life. She hadn’t even told her that they had kissed.

The pair  found themselves on the couch of the Blue and Gold offices well after school had finished and they had continued to work on the school paper, while the case of Jason Blossom had dried up for the time being. With his head resting on her lap Betty found herself reminiscing about the little touches they shared. The way he would reach for her hand as he walked her home and how in turn she would hold  on to his arm or placing her hand on his cheek. They were such simple gestures, on the surface so insignificant and inconsequential but to her they meant everything.

She absent mindedly moved her finger tips across his forehead, brushing away the hair that had settled there as he continued to read out his latest article to her as she listened attentively.

She didn’t want to put a label on it, what was occurring between them. She felt as though they were two ships lost at sea who had found each other. They both had their own problems, both trying to survive being a teenager with their own separate challenges. Her with a mum who was protective to the degree of being psychotic and him with a dad who just couldn’t get it right. It was this that brought them together in addition to their need to find Jason Blossom’s killer. Maybe that was why they both had latched onto this case as an interest, it was something else to focus on rather than the homes that they came from and the perceptions of who they should be that they were trying so desperately to distance themselves from.

The others didn’t get it, Archie’s dad was supportive and kind, Veronica’s mum cared for her daughter in a way that Betty envied, and Kevin had his dad supporting him through his coming out and the towns reaction, he would protect his son through it all. But her and Jughead they knew what it was like when your parents didn’t quite measure up the way you hoped they would, they understood what it felt like to be disappointed by your parents again and again and needing a soft place to land. Maybe that was what they were to each other a soft place to land.

“Betts, are you listening?” The change in his voice broke her away from her thoughts and she realised that he had now finished and was looking at her expectedly for her response.

“Sorry Juggie I just drifted off.” She explained. Turning her head away from him.

“Somewhere nice?” He asked intrigued as to where her thoughts had taken her.

“Not really. Just thinking.”

“I assume about my mind altering article on why our school mascot is a mongoose. Thanks again for the plum assignment.” He stated sarcasm tingeing his voice.

“It’s been a slow news week.” She explained. “But you have done wonders with it.”

“Good.” He smiled up at her, moving aside the printed article to rest on his chest and closed his eyes, as she continued to play with his hair.

He still couldn’t believe this was happening. Betty Cooper and Jughead Jones sharing an intimate moment. He had been afraid that once their friends had found about them that she would have distanced herself, that maybe this was a phase she was going through and while it was behind closed doors it was fine but outside in the real world where everyone could see that he wouldn’t be enough.

When he had been dragged away from school in the Sherrif Keller’s car he was sure that that would be the final nail in the coffin. The gorgeous golden girl Betty Cooper would not want to be associated with a suspected murderer. The boy from the wrong side of the tracks and a criminal record. But there she had been, holding his hands, reassuring him that she knew who he was she knew the real him and there was such trust in her eyes that he had felt safer just knowing that she was on his side. That if she was there he could make it through.

He found himself reaching for her constantly needing to feel her skin, her presence near him. It calmed him knowing that she was close.

They hadn’t talked about their relationship, he didn’t want to jinx it, he couldn’t bear the thought of losing her. He knew their friends were calling them ‘boyfriend’ and ‘girlfriend’ and they hadn’t corrected them.

“Can I?” Her voice broke into his thoughts and he noticed that she was motioning to his beanie. He nodded and she removed it, delicately placing it on the armrest of the couch. Her fingers returned to move through his hair, fingertips brushing against his scalp as he moaned his approval. She continued to massage his scalp delighting in the sounds he was making, knowing that she could bring him some peace. They stayed that way for a while her fingers moving across his scalp, directed at the areas that produced the greatest response. He felt like he was dreaming, completely at rest, safe in her arms.

“Betts,” He whispered to her even though they were the only two in the room.

“Yeah.” She whispered back

“We are going to stick together aren’t we? Through this even after we find out who killed Jason, if we do?” He kept his eyes closed not sure he could look straight into her eyes while he asked her. This was the most directly they had spoken about what was going on between them.

“I would like that Juggie.” He opened his eyes to find her smiling down at him, he could lose himself in those eyes. They felt like home. He shifted his body to move up and capture her lips with his. Before resting his head again in her lap, his arm moving to around her shoulders and closing his eyes. Safe and content he felt as though his ship had finally come into port.