#A MAC CENTRIC ONE

[hcdragonwrites]

Missing Flowers ( @semisolidmind Fanfic)

I wrote this because I was inspired by another bit of work. This one is sweet ans short and Mac centric. Inspired by this ask! Twice as Bad Au make brain go brrrr

Tw for some violence mentions and some allusions to intimate behaviour (it is not detailed at all - in fact you may miss it entirely - but it is alluded to thats why I mention this)

As the sweet scents of spring created on the wind, carrying blossoms and the soft buzzing bodies of bumblebees, Peaches felt a deep pang of loss. Outside in the spring air, walking along the edge of the mountains with the small attendants she was given, she looked out beyond the sparkling sea. Beyond the mountains and the sky and all that lay between. She imagined she was looking homeward. To her village.

She missed her village, missed her people who she knew as family and as friends. She missed the smell of the earth, the taste of the rain on her tongue and how the sun angled itself through her shuttered windows to cast the dust motes in startling detail as they passed through the beams. It had been over a decade now since her marriage of ‘demonic fashion’ to the rulers of Flower Fruit Mountain. The ache never would go away- it would linger like a hole in her smile, a tooth lost and never replaced.

However it wasn’t her village today that was making her homesick.

Peaches had a little patch of earth, maybe an acre large that she had dedicated to the propagation of flowers and fruits, vegetables and all manner of growing things. It had taken years of careful selection, of collecting seeds from far and wide, of dedicated research and late nights in the snow and the ice and the building of her greenhouse to gather the collection she had had.

Peaches had turned the soil, mixing it with her grass clippings, ash from the fire place, and the compost to enrich it. It had been years of careful and quiet work to build her collection of plants. The glass bits for her greenhouse had costed her years and years of hard work. She had been unable to have it as large as she wanted but it was enough. Within the wooden little wall sat her favorite flowers, the precious few she had bargained and hunted for, the seeds and clippings, were all here safe within the wooden walls.

All her work over the past few years gone in a flash of fire and a slash of violence. What had happened to her little home? Was the house standing? Rotting in its neglect of the years. Did someone take over her home if it was still standing?

The stairs would need replacing. The second one had been creaking before her kidnapping. The wood had been softening and she had her eyes on a tree just beyond her garden. She had planned to cut it free and carve a new replacement. What of her animals? She had had a small herd of goats, little bleating creatures of brown and white.

The goats had been her source of fresh milk, meat and weed control. Each had been given a name. Each had been loved.

Had they been able to get away?

Had they been burned in the fire?

Peaches knew that the flowers and fruits she had were gone. Those couldn’t have escaped the fire - or the human retribution that would follow from any survivors.

Would Wukong have left survivors ? The Sage had come home many a times from such violence. He had woken her with cold hands grasping and seeking her out. He buried them in her hair or twined them in her fingers. Wukong would pull her to him and away from her own makeshift nest within their bed. In those early days he had not learned that the smell of fire and blood would upset her.

Those nights his blood had been on fire from conquest and he wanted only to enjoy the comfort of one of his dearest prizes. Her. Wukong would touch and whisper love into her ears as he fell asleep, a peace only she could bring in the aftermath of those bloodbaths. Sometimes she would wake in the morning to find blood smeared along her cheeks and in her hair.

It had been one of the times Macaque had found her hyperventilating after such a morning covered in blood that wasn’t hers, confused to where it could be from, and the memories of the night when the drunk had invaded her home.

And her world had changed. She had been pulled to his arms, her own chest pressing to his. Instructed to follow his breathing, to listen to the air whoosh from his body. To hold. Then to fill again like the bellows of a blacksmiths forge. And then to deflate.

When her breathing did not sound like the frantic flapping of a broken birds wing, thats when Macaque had asked her what happened. What had triggered her memories. Peaches asked how he knew- and her second husband rubbed a thumb beneath her eyes and caught a tear.

“You were screaming. Telling me to stop burning the village.” The words sounded sad. Not remorseful. Never remorseful for the actions that led here here. That brought her to residency in the mountain. The sadness was instead about the scars left behind, the invisible wounds that their actions had created.

After that, Wukong never came to bed smelling of blood or fresh from a conquest.

Wukong would never leave survivors of the village. Not after what he thought was a slight to her, to his perception of what was his. An extension of his own self importance. No. That seemed wrong even as Peaches thought it. Maybe she was an extension of his grandeur. But she wasn’t just a prize to be turned and looked at. Somehow, in some way, he had fallen in love with her.

Love for Wukong- for Macaque- was not like human love. Just as two peach trees could produce different fruits. Peaches knew that love between people was more of a communication, a build up to a relationship. At least in the best situations. Demons however … it was more draconic in a sense. To claim and catch, to conquer before another could take the prize between its claws and keep for themselves. Like dogs fighting over scraps, love was something to catch and hoard and keep.

Maybe it wasn’t so different from humans. Stories and mythologies had been woven of love like this. Men had gone to war and killed thousands of others in the name of one paramour, one love.

Wukong had done that. He had taken a conceived obstacle and removed it. He had snatched her as a wolf would steal a lamb in the cold of winter, taking her back to the mountain. Devouring her freedom to secure his happiness. When his brother came to see, to wonder at why their paramour was here. It hadn’t taken much convincing. It was as natural as breathing to take in their world.

Peaches attendants, those young ladies, waited patiently. Peaches stared out across the world and wished she had the eyes of eagles to stare and devour the miles so she could see for herself.

Was her garden truly gone? Had anything wild had been left behind ?

Had the apple trees gone wild? Were green granny smiths now growing wild among the pink ladys and dorsett goldens? Were the nectarines falling from the trees to rot beautifully in a horrid flash of sweet sick decay? Did the bees still pollinate whatever roses and hydrangeas survived ?

Had the fire consumed everything?

She missed her garden. Her plants. She missed her home.

She had been so lost in thought that she didn’t notice how her Ladies in waiting called out- she didn’t notice the shadow length beneath her feet. Until suddenly the ground was not ground at all but a gaping black hole- and she fell screaming.

Right into a warm embrace and soft fur that smelled like orange blossoms and plum wine. Laughter bubbled out of Macaque bare chest. “I would think the Queen would be more aware of her surroundings by now.”

Peaches pulled away enough to hook her husband with a scowl. It was half hearted as the demonic monkey dipped downward and pressed his lips to the side of her face in soft peppered kisses. Peaches laughed at the affection, able to ease into the comfort that the six eared macaque had grown between them. The chestnut trees above them rattled like ladies whispering as casting the sunlight like dice over a game.

“Some brutes don’t walk - some slink in shadows.” Peaches teased back. She lifted a hand up and along Macaques face. Her fingers touched his ears- all six on display today instead of being glamoured and hidden. The large clawed hand tightened beneath her as she brushed her hands over them. Macaque leaned into her touch, pressing his face, and her hand, into hers.

“Slink?” The monkey teased. They were beneath a cluster of chestnut and beech trees. A whole new position upon the mountain - possibly leagues across the great kingdom.

“Slink?” Macaque nipped her ear and she yelped in surprise- cheeky like. “I do not slink.”

And then the stomach flip as the magic pulled them in. The very shadows that seemed to seep and flow through macaques black fur, the ebbing of ocean currents between the jetties of his being. The cold kissed her nose, the sun flashed. Peaches blinked as the orientation of the sky reasserted itself. They were closer to Water Curtain cave now. The mosses and lichens that grew in the soft moisture were tell tale signs.

“I merely use what I have to my advantage.”The Six Eared Macaque pulled his wife into himself as he began to walk. In her decade here she had begun to see the mountain like a second skin. Each turn of stone was becoming like a new crease in her skin. Here she understood that, even though the forest was near the palace, it was no where she had treaded recently.

Her husband was taking her somewhere. But where ?

“You left my ladies in distress.” Peaches asked. The steps against the forest floor were soothing. Would she allow herself to be soothed ? It was easier for Peaches to forget the scars that marred her when it was Macaque. With Wukong …

It would always be a sore spot. Always be cut that had healed too thin and the scar left behind would ache in the cold.

“I left them with a note that said I was taking my wife for a moment.”

How different the world would be if they had just asked her to come with them. Had the two brothers even floated the idea between each other? Thought to show her the beautiful mountain and let her fall into it and in love with it ? Peaches knew she would have come. The beauty here was unmatched - the fruits and flowers and plants and growing things would have stolen her away faster then a demons courting could ever achieve. If her boys had only asked her… only shown her….

“How are you Peaches ?” Macaques voice was soft.

“I am… far away.” She decided to be honest.

“The memories again?” Soft, gentle. Her sweet boy was still there. Still within this … sorrow. Peaches had found the little monkey bleeding among her hydrangeas and honeysuckle. The white and purple petals were turned crimson and crushed beneath the tiny body. Of course he had been a wild thing, a furious flash of teeth and claws. Any animal would be. So when the weak little monkey bit into her hand she hadn’t flinched. Instead she had waited, taking a blanket to scoop the poor creature up and into her arms- and to contain those claws. The bite was foolish- what she did was foolish- but… she was a foolish women.

The bite was deep, the pain a lance in her mind. Those teeth were large enough, sabers in gums - knives of nature that cut into the soft pad of her flesh. He didn’t let go, he didn’t release her hand until the blood on his flank was cleaned. Until the gash in his side had been sewed shut. He was too weak to worry her flesh into ruin. To take his pain and tear her apart. He could have. Though small, though at a disadvantage, the little was gifted with weapons where Peaches had been gifted none. She was soft handed, soft as a magnolia flower. No claws no teeth no strength.

Yet he did not tear her apart. The tiny monkey was left alone after he was patched up. A bowl of water, a small basket of peeled mandarins. And the window- left open to let in the wet jungle air. Her kindness had cost her her hand- the day after it was purple and swollen. It was hard to work in the soil- to work in the garden and her little farm. She had carrots to pull, goats to milk, and trees to prune. By the end of the day she could barely close the hand and it had grown yellow on top of the purple. Like a plum trampled enough to ruin the flesh but not enough to break it open.

The next morning however, when she unwrapped to tend the wound and let it breath… she found the wrappings clean. The swelling was gone. The punctures were still there. But…. They had healed over.

She had been a fool. Peaches had thought it was from her tending that the wound had healed up. She had been a fool. Who would have known that her foolish heart would lead to this future?

“Its not just the memories- its a memory.” They had stopped walking now.

“Which one?” The leaves rustled above them. The air smelled of water and earth and stone. It was … calming. So the memory coming forward now wasn’t cast in sorrow. But in calm.

“Of you.” She reached up and pressed a finger to the very tip of his nose. “Of the garden. When we first met.”

Macaque grimaced.

“Not my best introduction...” He looked down at her hand. The scar was still there, silver moons along her skin.

“Are you embarrassed?”Peaches teased. Macaque paused. He set her down onto her feet, kneeling. His hands caught her wrist- the one he had scared all those years ago- and brought it to his face.

“Truly I am. I mauled your hand.”He kissed it, rubbed a claw over the scars, worried at it with his lips and his tender forehead brushes.

“You were in pain. And you healed it.” Peaches pulled him up. Off his knees. In these moments, these tender touches, was the sweetness that had grown between them. There was the flash of that little monkey she had saved. Who had slowly begun to bring her gifts and treasures. His first gift had never been showed. Macaque had never been talked about- as it had required secrecy.

“Lao Tzi had chased me out.” The simian smiled into her face, teeth flashing like moonlight. “Heaven was in an uproar over my thievery. But … they thought I was Wukong.”

“Mac!” She beat on his shoulder in play. Roaring laughter was rewarded to her as the trickier of the two loomed over and draped his arms over her front, pressing her back to his chest.

“I couldn’t let them know it was me!” His teeth were in her hair, soft croons and gentle nips being pressed to her skin. “I was in a bit of a hurry.”

Her cheeky six eared husband then began to press her and tease her in a very flirtatious fashion that turned Peaches skin flushed and burning. It was long moments and minutes after the teasing and the stolen presses of kisses and promises for later, that Peaches decided to open her heart a bit more to him.

“I miss it all. I miss the house and the village and …. I miss the garden the most. All my plants. My animals…” Peaches rested her face in his arm, drinking in the plum wine and orange blossom smell that was so thickly wrapped in his fur.

“All the growing things… do you think they are still there ?” It was easy to think of it here, when Macaque had been kind and soft to her. When he understood what emotional wounds were still healing, still painfully sore. The rush of his heart was against her ear was nice.

“Have they gone wild and returned to the woods ? What of the roses- they are the hardest here to tend. And the magnolia trees….” A bird flitted and flew its way between the emerald leaves. A dolphin flying through a sea of emerald green.

Macaque spun her suddenly, his hand gripping hers, his tail flicking. She was pulled along, hands grasping his as they walked faster.

“Lets walk. We will go and see the orchards and you will tell me all the flowers you had and loved and never got to tend.”

“I would tell you anyway.” Peaches laughed softly. “I loved my flowers.”

The look of serious thought didn’t alleviate in the wake of her laughter.

“You will tell me in detail and what seasons they grow- and what habitats they grow in. Who the traders were that gave you the seeds and the clippings.” They rounded the corner of a stone outcropping, the path before them becoming more well trodden. The path to the orchards.

“And I want you to find a piece of the mountain- get that foolish orange orangutang of my brother to help you clear it and drain it and turn its soil rich.”

The realization was dawning on Peaches then.

“Ma-Macaque…” Was he suggesting what her heart was starting to hope?

“You get the land ready.” His fingers squeezed hers. “I will collect the seeds in my journeys. I will find the best lines and horticulturists and gather you a collection that will rival the one we foolishly took from you.”

His eyes held hers. It had the same effect that a sunrise had on a snow trapped forest. The light in them was refracted and doubled as Peaches felt her heart fill. She didn’t realize that tears were dripping until Macaque was reaching up to coo and rub them free, calling to her in comforting familial tones a monkey would use to soothe an create comfort.

“And I will be able to play within your garden and see you smile like you just did. I would bring down the lunar gardens to see you smile again… as you did when i first saw you in that garden. ”

[prolibytherium]

Dee & Mac's dynamic is still probably my favorite. I love how they straight up just dislike each other in a (relatively) uncomplicated way and have the weakest bond BY FAR and barely give a shit about each other, but still have this intense level of casual intimacy purely by virtue of decades stuck in the same group codependency pentagon. They're like in-laws.

[mascarponecupcake]

it’s always sunny in philadelphia is such a wild show bc one second you’re laughing at a goofy joke the next you’ve got tears in your eyes

[zwoelffarben]

hey [ Þ ] is on my keyboard. well, my auxilary keyboard. Look, it's right Þere:

If you'll bare wiÞ me, Þis real easy to set up, I promise. You install two programs (AutoHotKey and LuaMacros), write a bit of basic code, and do some data entry and you're done. You'll be tippity tapping wit whatever characters you want, 'cause Þe way I have it set up works for emoji too🎲_🎲.

This tutorial will link you to this github repo. Click the <>Code button and download the zip.

Unzip the zipfile and run set_up.bat from it. It will ask for administrative permission to so it can download AutoHotKey and LuaMacros.

Open LuaMacros and open quickstart.lua in Lua Macros. The code'll look like the tutorial. If you follow the tutorial you'll be fine, and you'll have a working system once you're done scripting everything. But you'lee need to script a hotkey for each key your changing which'll get tedious if you regularly remap or want to change a lot of keys. My Luascript, instead of having each key send a unique hotkey for AHK to replace writes which key was pressed to a file then sends AHK one hotkey to interpret. Replace the section starting after if (direction == 0) then return end with: filewrite = io.open("output.txt", "w") if (button == XXX) then filewrite:write(0) elseif (button == XX ) then filewrite:write(1) elseif (button == XXX) then filewrite:write(2) elseif (button == XX ) then filewrite:write(3) --etc else print('Not yet assigned: ' .. button) end filewrite:close() lmc_send_keys('{F24}') end ) adding whatever keys you need in your chain of elseifs like following the tutorial . This'll tell Lua to write an index value representing the key to the file output.txt, then press F24. If you need to do debugging, these four lines can be inserted go after filewrite:close, but before lmc_send_keys('{F24}'): fileread = io.open("output.txt","r") print("\nThe contents in the file are: ") print(fileread:read()) fileread:close() The main downside to this method is that you will need to have Lua launch in Administrative mode for it to be able to write to the file. I've not found a way around this.

Edit the AHK script. Add this to the bottom. directory= C:\Users\YOUR-USERNAME\Documents\second-keyboard-master F24:: FileRead, Input, %directory%\LuaMacros\output.txt FileReadLine, Output, %directory%\AutoHotKey\translation_p.txt, Input+1 if (output!= "") SendInput {U+%Output%} return Replace YOUR-USERNAME with your username. This will read the file written by lua and using that index to read a specific line a translation_p.txt file.

Create a translation_p.txt file and populate its lines with unicode values for the characters you want those keys to type. Þ is 00D4. If you want you're first key to type Þ, put 00D4 on line 1 if you want your twenty-third key to type Þ put 00D4 on line 23.

Copy and paste this to the bottom of your AHK script: +F24:: FileRead, Input, %directory%\LuaMacros\output.txt FileReadLine, Output, %directory%\AutoHotKey\translation_s.txt, Input+1 if (output!= "") SendInput {U+%Output%} return This is exactly the same as above except it runs when you press a key while holding down shift. Repeat step 5, except creating a translation_s.txt file and populating it.

Repeat this process for ctrl (^F24::) and alt (!F24::) respectively.

That's where my setup is at. If you want to take it further, each modifier is actually a bit of information so you can have any of them depressed together _+^! for eight potential key options, sixty-four if you discriminate left-side mods from right-side mods which you can do, but that's overkill for normal people.

Follow this tutorial and you'll have a second auxilary keyboard that you can type anything into. If you ever want to remap keys it's as simple as changing the translation_*.txt files. ☭ Have Fun ☭.

I just encountered þe only person I've ever seen actually trying to bring back þe "þ" by using it casually.

I scrolled þeir blog for like 2 minutes before finding, like, antisemitic shit and oþer far-right-wing fuckery.

however, I really like "þ" as a letter, so in light of þis discovery and in an attempt to make þe list of people using "þ" be a list þat isn't 100% composed of alt-right fuckers, effective immediately I'm gonna start using "þ". if you pay close attention you might have already noticed þis.

let's all do þis. let's make it a queer þing. let's make it so þat if you see "þ" online you know þat person is gay as fuck.

maybe we can make it even funkier by using "ð" for ðe voiced version. ðat way we can use boþ. I þink ðat's neat

[semisolidmind]

(wanted to make a mac-centric au)

New Companion au

-everything about the ittw au, except macaque joins as a new companion and gets attached to reader cause she's kinda nice to him

-wukong is suitably spiced about it

-it's one of those "i can clearly see he's still not a good guy, why aren't you believing me, what do you mean our circumstances are basically the same" type of monologues for swk. bro doesn't understand why this guy who tried to kill them a lil while ago is all buddy-buddy with his human now

-this is kinda an excuse to have a white-furred version of mac who's less of a snarky bastard and more....nice is NOT the right word, but he wants to help. like, help reader and the monk exclusively. he doesn't really care about the other four but can play nice if he has to

-reader vouched for him after the impersonation incident, which, along with the buddha's assistance, saved him from swk's wrath. reader's argument was something along the lines of, "he's endangered, AND we just so happen to be on a quest for redemption so he'll fit right in!"

-as lonely and grateful to be alive as he was, the six-eared macaque begged to join his savior on the quest. the pilgrims could do with another powerful demon companion, couldn't they? (and just to save some grief, im gonna say they catch him before he can cannibalize any of the ffm monkeys. i ain't messing with that.)

-all the pilgrims but sun have accepted him into the group

-mac latches onto reader pretty hard. she's nice, she doesn't judge him too hard (but she still judges him, like he deserves), she helps remind him to be kind, she remembers to keep her voice down when speaking to him...he's getting gradually more and more smitten.

-of course, swk HATES this. that's his human!! this is his journey!! why does this asshole get to tag along and continue his attempts to steal both!? wukong knows six-ears is just trying to get a rise out of him, just trying to get him to attack so he can play the victim.

- macaque is only sorta trying to do that. what he wants is reader's attention. and an easy way to get it is by being hurt or upset. he clocked reader as the bleeding heart type the moment he laid ears on her, so any chance he gets; he's hurt~ monkey king's being mean to him~ he's only trying to help~

[artralichoard]

I have made this account to post my ramblings of a lunitic so i guess that includes fics.

So here the first fic ive ever published!

Additional Tags:

Hurt/Comfort, Kinda, Crack Treated Seriously, Brotherly Love, tcest DNI pls, Trans Leonardo (TMNT), he got that trans boy problems, just like me fr, Disaster Twins Donatello and Leonardo (TMNT), Leonardo Has Self-Esteem Issues (TMNT), and a period, Talks of Periods, Crying, midnight snacks, Leonardo-centric (TMNT), Post-Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018) Season 2, Pre-Movie: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2022)

Summary:

“Ohhhhkay you are incoherent at this point so how about we just breathe? Yes? Breathing is recommended for cognitive brain function. I’ll just turn off the stove and-“

“NO! My cheese! I need my cheese!” Honestly how dare Donnie even suggest such a thing.

Or the one where I project a very real thing that happened to me onto a turtle and sprinkle in some brotherly love and comfort

[seidenbros]

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[boasamishipper]

Hello! You are my go to expert for Night Court and Dan/Harry, so I would like to ask, which episodes would you recommend watching for particularly shippy Dan/Harry moments or storylines? Thank you <3

i am beyond honored to have been bestowed such a title, thank you nonny! <333

there are so many excellent danharry moments and storylines across all nine seasons, but here are my (very painstakingly selected) top five danharry episodes in chronological order:

1. S3E9-10 The Wheels of Justice (Part 1 + 2)

every time i think about this episode i go fully insane charlie kelly standing in front of the pepe silvia conspiracy board style. admittedly the first episode doesn't give us a lot of danharry content beyond harry smiling super fondly at dan while dan screams at bull's tiny tv, but the SECOND episode. jesus CHRIST. dan talking harry out of his slump in that pool hall........'you were good, harry! very good. you were impartial. you were fair. passionate. compassionate. understanding. and i admired you.'............dan hugging harry after harry apologized and said he would come back to court........the way harry and dan looked at each other after harry's line about taking the good with the bad no matter how bad the bad gets...........dan's smile while harry tells mac that dan is the only reason he left the pool hall..........and then. of course. this.

what is their DEAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2. S4E1 The Next Voice You Hear...

'emily,' night court nation says. 'this is not a danharry-centric episode.' you are correct! 'then why is this on your list?' because after harry found out his mother was dead, mac's first instinct was to call dan, and dan dropped whatever he was doing to come and console harry. they're best friends!!!!!!!!! and i cry about it Every Day

3. S4E5-6 Dan's Operation (Part 1+2)

this is THE danharry episode. every other danharry episode go home (except please don't, you're all wonderful). seriously though if someone told me when i first started watching night court that harry would fall asleep on a comatose dan's chest after begging him to wake up (AFTER they had a huge argument earlier in the episode) and dan's first instinct upon waking up is to stroke harry's hair and also Not Move Or Say Anything Because Harry Is Sleeping and THEN they would have ANOTHER argument that ended in both of them saying 'i love you' to each other, i would have died on the spot. and then i watched these episodes and i DID die on the spot. larroquette won his third emmy award for his performance in these eps and it is extremely well deserved.

4. S5E14 I'm OK, You're Catatonic/Schizophrenic

a danharry episode that raises more questions than it answers. what do you mean dan just randomly took a nap on harry's conference table. what do you mean dan kidnapped mel torme for harry. what do you mean dan said re: his kidnapping of mel torme '[harry's] gonna kiss me on the lips for this'. what do you MEAN dan handcuffed mel torme to a chair using 'a trick harry taught him' with 'magic shackles' that HE KNOWS CHAFE and WHAT DO YOU MEAN HARRY DOESN'T EVEN HAVE MAGIC SHACKLES AT ALL. SO WHAT WAS DAN TALKING ABOUT. someday i will get a ouija board so i can talk to reinhold weege from beyond the grave and ask him hey man!!! what was up with this episode!!!!!!!!! and also harry destroying dan's car in retaliation for dan accidentally destroying his mel torme record collection (on top of harry strangling dan upon receiving the news and also screaming I'M GOING TO EAT THAT MAN'S EYEBROWS) is proof that these two match each other's freak like no one else and that's why they should be endgame, thank you and good night.

5. S5E22 + S6E1-2 Danny Got His Gun (Parts 1-3)

1980s sitcoms were operating on a whole other level because if even an iota of this plotline happened to one of my otps on any of my currently airing shows the entire fandom would burst into flames. dan is presumed dead!!! his plane goes down north of hudson bay!!! and harry is the first one to receive the news!!! and the first one to receive further telegrams from the army and also dan's belongings!!! in his will dan left harry his 'heartfelt gratitude'!!! harry had to plan dan's memorial service!!! he had to write dan's eulogy!!! he had to sit there and watch everyone in attendance including the funeral director (barring roz) not be able to say a single nice thing about his best friend!!! then said best friend CRASHES HIS OWN MEMORIAL SERVICE!!! dan is alive!!! he has a beard!!! he smells awful!!! which i will maintain to my last breath is the only thing that prevented harry from kissing the breath out of dan right there in the funeral home!!! they!!! looked!!! at!!! each!!! other!!! like!!! this!!!

LIKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[jingerhead]

Hello! It’s been hot minute since you’ve done a fic rec …. sooo pretty pretty please bless us with one ?

Hi lovely anon! I'd love to do another rec list - I'm sorry it's taken me so long to get to answering this, but I hope you enjoy the selection. As always all these fics are andreil-centric unless stated otherwise, be mindful of tags and warnings and show all these writers some support!

Fluff

The One Where They Adopt The Cats by athousandstoriesleftuntold

Hold my hands tight by Faithpollen

You're Worth Losing a Bet by jaydreamz

Holy Ground by freshtaylorswiftduck

King of My Heart by marie_pothos

Lay All Your Love On Me by somebodytoundress

yeah i'll pay 7 dollars for that by archiveofourfoxes

Neil Josten, Sugar Daddy by tomat0head

When Neil Stole Andrew's Cats by LeosBrainrotvvv

Angst

You are in love by freshtaylorswiftduck (misunderstandings)

White Noise by Esmay_Writes (panic/anxiety)

Let's Go To the Beach by greencherrybomb (attempted assault)

the ticking of a heart by kariospy (depression, dissociation, panic attacks)

Broken Compass by JostenlovesMinyard (twinyard-centric, referenced abuse and assault)

So It Goes... by marie_pothos (light angst, mutual pining angst, mild sexual content)

Smut

Better than Sex by sillyunicorn6154

Floating with you by boredgojo (Bottom Andrew)

One Squeeze For Yes by bri_ghtly (aftercare)

Manufactured Urgency by andrewiel

No Kissing Challenge by zoellendraws

But I Can Try (If You Like It) by sambutwithbooks (fem andreil)

When I'm awake with you by TheseSmallDelights

you the type i wanna marry and keep you merry by miehczyslaw (fem andreil, omegaverse)

you are a masterpiece by coritkyo (bottom Andrew)

Longer

Little by Little by klarfire (incomplete, Neil and Nathaniel are twins, read tags for warnings)

Of Keyboards and Streams by PastelKnights (incomplete, streamer au)

100 days by doodlingstuff (incomplete, blind Andrew)

Who's your roommate? by neil_jos10 (Neil and Aaron are roommates, references to past abuse)

The Art of Being Human by kanekicure (merfolk au, part of the 'way down we go' series you should read itttt)

Growing pains of becoming a Real Person series by nightwalker4769 (Neil has a fear of needles)

A Tragic Beauty by rayla2tobe (incomplete, Sleeping Beauty au)

Absolute Favorites

roller rink kids (steady on your feet) by Major_816 (Mac is a god read all their works)

Thicker Than Water by Fortheloveofexy (vampire Andrew)

For The Dancing & The Dreaming by Tidalst (sorcerer Neil)

How to Write a Love Story by tomat0head (fake dating)

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Catch and Release

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: AU where Jason doesn't die in the explosion and he and Tim end up attending the same high school months later.

Chapters: 14/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon, Sebastian Ives, Jack Drake, Janet Drake

Relationships: TBA

Additional Tag: Jason Todd Lives, Jason Todd-centric, POV Jason Todd, POV First Person, Tim Drake Has Issues, Tim Drake Has Issues, Tim Drake is Not Robin, Jason Todd is Not Robin (Anymore), Bruce Wayne Needs a Hug, Alfred Pennyworth is the Best, Alfred Pennyworth Knows, Stalker Tim Drake, Jason Todd Has Chronic Pain, Jason Todd Has PTSD, Angst with a Happy Ending, Unlikely Friends, Injury Recovery, Emotional Baggage, Rage, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Communicating

Chapter Fourteen: Needed

Tim settled in on Dick’s couch while I made dinner in the kitchen. “Are you sure he won’t be mad?” Tim asked as he flipped through the channels on Dick’s TV.

“Have you seen the inside of the fridge? Dick hasn’t had a homecooked meal in over a week,” I replied, “He’ll be happy to come home to dinner.”

“Are you sure?” Tim asked.

“Do you want mac and cheese or not, Tim?” I questioned.

“Shutting up,” Tim replied.

I took the mac and cheese out of the oven and removed the tray of wings from the top rack. “He’ll be here any minute. I’ll put his plate in the microwave. Do you wanna eat now or wait for—? He’s here,” I whispered as Dick came through the door. “Hey, Dick. Surprise—.”

“Hell no,” Dick interrupted, “No, you can’t be here. You cannot be here right n—. Do I smell hot wings?” I smiled and nodded.

“But if you can’t spare one afternoon on your brother’s weekend away from school… I guess,” I sighed, “I have no choice but to take our dinner to the crappy motel down the street. Come on, Tim. Let’s see if that motel will let us rent a room for the night without an adult.”

Dick held his hands up, reaching for me before balling his fists and shoving them to his sides. “Fine. Stay,” Dick replied, “Hi, Tim. Sorry, I wasn’t expecting you guys.”

“It’s okay,” Tim replied as he checked his phone. He didn’t look up. Not even to acknowledge Dick. And I thought Tim would be thrilled to see him.

I served dinner, but Tim didn’t move from his spot on the couch. He was glued to his phone, which wasn’t like him during dinner. I set his plate on the coffee table and messed up his hair. “Earth to Tim,” I smiled. Tim looked up at me with big puppy dog eyes and showed me a news clip from an hour before.

“What’s wrong?” Dick questioned.

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t speak. I stepped out into the hall and called Bruce. He answered immediately. I didn’t expect anything less from him. “What’s wrong?” Bruce asked.

“I need your help,” I replied.

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Bruce met me on the roof of Dick’s apartment at ten o’clock. “Likely, they’re still alive. Don’t worry, I’ll see what I can do—.”

“They’re his parents. I need you to bring them home safe,” I interrupted. My stomach was in knots. I couldn’t stomach watching Tim go through what Bruce, Dick, and I went through. It was no time for me to be prideful. I was scared and trusted Bruce more than anybody to find Tim’s parents. If he couldn’t bring them home, no one could. Bruce nodded in full Batman cape and costume… Like he was hiding from me.

“I’ll do everything I can. Stay with Tim… I’ll let you know if I find anything out,” Bruce replied. He reached for me but ultimately decided against physically comforting me. He disappeared into the night, leaving me with Dick, Tim, and my feelings. I took the stairs back to Dick’s apartment, quietly resenting Bruce’s lack of outward emotion. I knew he cared, but I wanted him to show it. I wanted him to be human with me for a moment. I wanted a sign that I mattered more than the mask he wore. That felt like an answer.

I sat beside Tim on the couch, nudging him gently. He laid his head on my lap, curling up there with tears in his eyes. “I should’ve begged them to stay home. I should’ve listened to you—.”

“Tim, this isn’t your fault. I called the GCPD, and they will do everything to get your mom and dad home. Okay?” I lied. Not to Tim. To Dick. “You should get some rest. Tim, I’m here with you.”

“There’s nothing to do but wait,” Tim mumbled.

“Mhm, but your parents would never—.”

“They’re your parents too… We’re brothers, remember?” Tim interrupted. Any words I had in my head were lost to me after he said that. I choked on every word I tried to say as he sat up, locking eyes with me. We were never more related than we were at that moment. United in fear of loss. United in helplessness. I was his older brother, so I swallowed it and pulled him into a hug so he couldn’t see how scared I was.

Dick glanced at me while he ate at the kitchen island, and I nodded. His phone rang, and he licked his fingers before answering. “Hey, Donna. It’s not a great time—. My brother and his little brother are here,” Dick answered. He swallowed hard. “A family emergency… His brother’s not mine. Yeah… I’ll let him know you asked.” I nudged Tim, and he stood up while I pulled out the couch. “Yeah… I love you too.” Dick hung up. “Jason, Donna wants to know if she can see you tomorrow morning.”

Donna and Roy were the only ones of Dick’s friends that came to see me in person when I was in the hospital. Donna thanked me once when she visited, but she thought I was unconscious. She thanked me for letting her vent when she wasn’t sure of herself. I never had the heart to accept her gratitude. Working with the Titans felt like it happened an eternity ago. I wasn’t the same person. I didn’t have all this rage back then. I wondered if she saw me—. I wondered if she’d see how quickly my insides rotted. I wondered if she’d see how far I’d fallen. I lost my hope, and all I had left was my anger, frustration, and stubborn desire to claw my way back to the person I used to be. I liked that Jason a lot better… And I think I was that Jason with Tim.

“Jason?” Dick asked.

“Okay,” I replied, “Did she say—? Was she just—?” I couldn’t ask him what I wanted to.

“She’s gonna flip when she sees you. The last time she saw you—...” Dick trailed off. I was half out of my mind. The doctors didn’t think I would make it, so they’d put me on morphine. When I could speak for myself, I had them take me off it. I couldn’t hear a thing she said over the pounding in my chest. I must’ve cried the entire time. I was a mess. I wished I was dead. I couldn’t look away from her, and she wouldn’t have let me. Everything after that was fuzzy.

I turned toward Tim, forcing myself out of that terrible memory and back to the present. Tim lay curled up without a blanket, asleep on the couch bed. “Dick, do you have extra blankets? Tim’s gonna freeze half to death,” I mumbled. Tim. I had to take care of him until Janet and Jack got home. I knew that’s what they’d want me to do.

Dick grabbed a few blankets from the hall closet and gave me two pillows before messing up my hair. “Are you ever gonna go home?” Dick asked.

“I don’t know, Dick. Even if I wanted to—. I don’t want to, but—. I’m never going to leave Tim. I know you don’t get it, but—.”

“You’re his brother, and you wanna look after him… Unlike—.”

“Dick, I don’t resent you. You had your own problems back then. So did Donna and Roy—. Heck, all of your friends were struggling. I get it... You came to the hospital. You joked around with me when that was the last thing I wanted… Because you knew I needed it. You don’t have to keep beating yourself up,” I interrupted, “And you don’t have to worry about me so much.”

“I know. It’s just—. It’s nice to see you smile again,” Dick replied. I half-smiled and nodded. “Get some sleep. I’m not going anywhere tonight.” And he meant it. Even though I couldn’t sleep, it felt nice having Dick there, watching from his chair until he couldn’t keep his eyes open. I got up and draped a blanket over him.

Then, I whispered something to Tim that I wished I hadn’t. “Everything’s gonna be okay.”

[mitten-kittens420]

I miss early seasons of sunny.

And not really the type of jokes— I think dark humor is hilarious (duh) but some times they were a bit much. But I miss the dynamics. I feel like it’s even stretched up to s10 but the past few have felt so different. They felt out of character even though it’s still the same writers and the same characters and what not.

I guess I just miss when it seemed like The Gang actually cared about each other a bit. As much as they could, anyway. They’ve always been pieces of shut but they’ve always been each others pieces of shit, and it was special.

Even if they were doing something for their own gain, there was always a hint of them doing it for each other. Like, for example, Charlie Got M*lested. Dennis and Dee went full on private investigator, and sure they were only trying to “help” their their own ridiculous ego-centric/competitive reasons, but the factor the matter is they were still trying to help Charlie. In Charlie Has Cancer it seemed Dennis was truly concerned when Charlie told him, if not a bit uncomfortable. And I feel he only acted so weird because the way the Reynolds household worked when they were little. That’s a whole other post in itself, however.

In Dennis And Dee Get A New Dad, Charlie tagged along with Mac to visit his dad— and sure it was because the idea that Mac’s dad could be like a father figure to Charlie as well, but he was there to support Mac at the end of the day. As well as the fact they were so ready to beat the shit out of D&D’s biological dad for Frank.

In Dennis and Dee Go On Welfare, the twins hung out and acted like actual siblings. There was bickering and arguing sure, but that’s just how you act with your sibling. They hung out, they enjoyed each others presence, and it didn’t always have to be some huge joke about how everyone hates everyone.

Charlie Gets Crippled— when Dennis hit Charlie with his car it was real concern he had seeing Charlie in the hospital. As well as in Gun Fever when Dennis accidentally shoots him. You even see Dee talking to Colin about Charlie— letting him know Charlie’s okay. Like a friend does. Like you do when you care about someone. They even say they’ll help Charlie out with his rent!

There’s many more examples so I’ll just breeze through them here so this post doesn’t get too long. Dennis checking on Charlie and helping him write Dayman, Dennis knowing exactly how to calm Charlie down in The Gang Gets Extreme: Home Makeover Edition (and The Gang Goes to Hell), Sweet Dee Gives Birth, Dennis is a good brother. We see him being a good brother. And it’s not for any reason other than to care for Dee while she’s having her baby. Sweet Dee Has A Heart Attack, Dennis and Dee bond like actual brother and sister and he’s concerned about her well-being— actually concerned. In The Gang Wrestles For The Troops we see Charlie Dennis and Mac enjoying being together. We hear about them wrestling and having fun with one another and they stick together in those goofy fucking bird costumes. Macs Banging The Waitress: call it selfish desire or extreme attachment issues and an insane ego, but Dennis was troubled when Charlie and Mac agreed they were bffs and not him, he tried everything to get Charlie to change his mind. Charlie Kelly: King Of The Rats— I could write a whole essay on this episode alone. Dennis Dee and Mac went above and beyond for Charlie. Just to make his birthday special. Mac And Charlie Write A Movie: again, they just act like friends. Real friends. It’s obvious they cared for each other. In Charlie’s Mom Has Cancer they all try and figure out a way to help. And yeah there’s that whole subplot of Dennis not feeling anything, but I feel like that makes it matter more that he wanted to tag along to find a “cure”, whatever that cure may be.

And there’s so many more instances of them just…. Enjoying each others company. And I’m not saying it doesn’t happen anymore, I’m just saying it doesn’t happen nearly as often as it used to. It feels like now they’re just a group of ex-friends that all resent each other just below the surface. They had selfish reasoning, they always did, but they also cared about each other. The things they did, they did to try and benefit each other. And maybe it’s just because their characters are being flanderized, maybe I’m insane, I dunno. I just miss old Sunny.

[flowersandjigsaws]

that episode kinda sucked. the metaphors were surface level and Dennis’ character felt reduced and 2D. the “it was all a dream” plot felt cheap. it was cool looking at how his mind works, but it added nothing to the plot, didn’t help build up to something like the extra room, the furniture, Johnny, etc. It felt overhyped, not by the fandom bc we had hope, but by some of the people working on it. It was shot beautifully, but iasip FEELS like iasip with shaky handheld cameras and simple shots. in the gang carries a corpse and mac finds his pride, they both had beautiful cinematography bc they wanted to show something big. this episode felt like it lacked substance and didn’t even help develop Dennis’ character. It possibly even worsened it. Idk it felt very disappointing especially compared to the other episodes AND the other season finales. it it were switched with say Frank Vs Russia or The Gang Goes Bowling, it would of been received better. It also showed no relationships- the gang did nothing in this episode. I know its Dennis centric, but damn they had like two to three phone calls (fake ones that were in his head) and that was it. It did show that Dennis sees the gang as a stressor and that they rely on him too much, and possibly don’t help him back. but yeah, thats my thoughts. it had potential but it was just kinda done wrong. felt too much like a drawn out gag.

[silveme]

do u have any overwatch fic recs?

That’s actually cray that u ask that bc I was just thinking about some of my favs just now. Let me list some of the ones I can best remember at the moment. I’m not much of an avid overwatch fic reader unless if sigma is there in some capacity lol, so he’s in all of these

Old friend (it's alright) series by raging_nerd I read these ones a while ago and I remember really enjoying it. When I think of sigma centric fics that I like these are usually the first ones that come to mind. Actually, I might reread them after I collect the rest of these 🤔

Overwatch: Rehabilitation- Mei by overwatch-does-stuff This one’s old old but what a classic. I think about that damn mug conversation all the time. Crying now thanks.

Time, Space, and The Infinite Void by Cheeky_The_Monkey I’ve always thought the idea that Sigma and Tracer have similar side effects from their respective accidents is so cool

Oroboros by Orowyrm The BEST sigma and Ramattra fic imo. Sorry Mac, im praising this one again

Glory and Its Shadow by Havoka ALL of the Sombra and Sig fics from this author are really good and I implore you to check them all out, but this one in particular….its got a lil kick to it👌

The Contradiction by 4ndeka This fic is sooo cute I love it. Still patiently waiting for the final chapter lol

[pillarsalt]

Saw your post about how fandoms will try to "fix" GNC characters in media (I agree), and I also saw that you like MLP (same).

This is sort of related but in the opposite way. Whenever I go into the MLP tags, a lot of posts are Fluttershy and Rarity being the most head-cannoned to be trans. They're the two most feminine of the Mane Six and it just kind of confirms to me that half of trans activists see non-conformity as a clue to being trans (they're calling Big Mac a "closeted trans woman" just because of one [1] episode where he dressed in drag to be in the Sisterhooves Social with Apple Bloom), while the other half look at it as a performance of stereotypes (Fluttershy and Rarity are the most feminine and "womanhood equates to femininity"). It makes me tired because Lauren Faust made this show to demonstrate that there were multiple valid ways to be a girl/woman, and the message seems to be lost on the modern fandom. (Don't even get me started on how much AppleDash/lesbianism is fetishized).

I love all of your art, by the way. Your style is perfect!

Oh I have absolutely noticed that, in MLP but also in lots of other woman/girl-centric media, with the most feminine characters being the fandom's chosen transwomen. I suspect it's got something to do with the "trans women are even better at womanhood than cis women!" thing, like an overcompensation effect. And yeah I agree about lesbian headcanons in the MLP sphere, it's one thing to hc characters as lesbians, shipping, etc, but it's so often taken to such a gross fetishistic level. Not really surprising given the number of crusty straight dudes who beat off to horses taking over the fan space since brony days. Grossss. 👎

[zagreuses-toast]

Playlist for Sybil my beloved. it was harder for me to find songs that match her character vibes (or at least my interpretation of her) from my library, which is where I harvest most of the songs for my playlists, so its a little shorter than the others. like Vime's playlist has Dad Music, this one has a fair amount of Mom energy (or at least MY mom's taste in music). explanations/categories for the songs under the cut

Sybil has that dragon centric autistic swag, and she refuses to conform to nonsense:

Whistling in the Dark by TMBG

Weird Science by Oingo Boingo

Life on Mars by David Bowie

Touch Tone Telephone by Lemon Demon

Walking My Gargoyle by the Gothic Archies (this is The Sybil song to me)

Human Behavior by Björk

Sam and Sybil songs (this time from sybil pov/themes, mainly about finding love late in life, devotion, and also a bit of loneliness, she has to share him with the city )

Take a Chance on Me by ABBA

Somebody to Love by Queen

Here is Home by Ryn Weaver

Home to Me by Devil and the Deep Blue Sea (this one!!! loving someone who is always somewhere else, being the thing they come back to no matter what)

Too Tall Girl by TMBG

Me and My Husband by Mitski

Butterfly's Repose by Zabwa

Uptown Girl by Billy Joel

Washing Machine Heart by Mitski

Pink in the Night by Mitski (mainly for the back line, I think about vimes saying Sybil said she could do knots and crosses on his back , a lot)

Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy by Queen (Sybil and her siege on Vimes's heart, which he caved to the minute he realized it was happening)

I Do I Do I Do by ABBA

Stuck In the Middle With You by Stealers Wheel (the clowns and jokers being the aristocracy)

Go Your Own Way by Fleetwood mac (reminds me of that guards guards bit with Sybil pointedly not staying at the door for Vimes' dramatic romance movie one last look over the shoulder moment, i love them so much your honor)

I Bet on Losing Dogs by Mitski (listen she has a TYPE)

Never Knew Love by TMBG

I think about that scene in Fifth Elephant where she is trapped and remembers what growing up as a large and kind girl is like, and then breaks out and kills a werewolf with an iron bar she ripped directly from the window. I think about it a normal amount:

You Cannot by Erin McKewon

It's Different for Girls by of Montreal

Smile! No One Cares How You Feel by The Gothic Archies

Not The Same by Sheldon Riley (also the autism feelings)

Misc:

Army of Me by Bjork

Bitch, Bitch, Bitch from Jekyll and Hyde

Ride of the Valkyries by Wagner (I had to)

[zephyrwrites2]

BYF

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Zéphyr / Zeph | Used to be @zephyrwrites | +21 | 🇨🇵 | They / It / Iel / Ol | Queer | Feminist | Pro-choice | Anti-censorship | Anti-harassment of all kinds

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I don't have a DNI and I don't care about yours + I block easily

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Posts tagged "untagged" are things I don't have the energy/will to tag so be careful with the possible triggers.

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Block the tags Suggestive / Sex Mention if you do not want to see / read nsfw stuffs

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Origins of the "I retconned my gender" joke

(The link is for a french youtube video about 2 guys watching and theorising about Petscop).

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AO3: Zephyr_Cloe_Ambroise

ko-fi.com/zephyrcloeambroise

I have Twitter, Insta and Aethy but I nearly never use them

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I can help with any question about French and French culture for your stories + I can translate them

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Thanks @dankgemestho for my new pfp 😊

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(Nearly) All my fandoms in alphabetical order (the crossed out ones are not my current obsession but you can ask about them):

DC Comics (especially everything that has to do with Damian <3)

Boku no Hero Academia (BakuDeku is still my ultimate otp)

Cyrano de Bergerac (Cyrano/Christian/Roxanne OTP <3)

Detroit: Become Human (especially Connor and the Jericrew)

D.Gray-Man (favourite manga forever and Allen is best boi <3)

Harry Potter (very occasionally and mostly about Harry or Regulus)

Hetalia (Japan, Germany and N. Italy or FACE Family centric mostly)

Le Comte de Monte Cristo (2024) (obessed with the Count, André and Haydée's relationship)

Marvel (Team Iron Man, Matt Murdock and Loki centric + Poolverine and very anti Steve, Clint and Wanda)

Percy Jackson (especially about my boy Percy)

Petscop (Paul has retconned his gender like me :D)

Rusty Lake/Cube Escape (about everything <3)

Sherlock BBC (Sherlock centric and not that much of a johnlock shipper anymore because of the last season)

Star Wars (mostly reading about Luke, Leia and Han + Anakin, Obi Wan and Ahsoka + Rey, Finn and Poe)

The Sandman (mostly the TV Show, I haven't finished the comics even if I spoiled myself months ago)

Ace Attorney (very occasionally and mostly about Phoenix or Miles)

Assassination Classroom (Class 3-E centric)

Avatar: The Last Airbender (especially Zuko)

Blue Exorcist (very occasionally and Rin and Yukio centric)

Creepypasta (nearly only fanarts)

Criminal Minds (Reid centric and not a big fan of JJ or Seaver)

Danganronpa (only Trigger Happy Havoc)

Danny Phantom (Danny centric and somewhat anti Maddie and Jack)

Deltarune (nearly only the original FUN Gang + sometimes Noëlle and Berdly)

Detective Conan / Magic Kaito (Shinichi/Conan and Kaito centric)

Free! Iwatobi Swim Club (very occasionally and Iwatobi + Rin centric)

Fullmetal Alchemist (Edward my beloved childhood crush <3)

Good Omens (everything about the Ineffable Spouses, Anathema, Warlock or Adam)

Hades 2018 (mostly Zagreus, my sweet boi!)

Haikyuu!! (Hinata centric)

Heartstopper (very occasionally and mostly Charlie centric)

Hollow Knight (The Knight/Little Ghost centric and not against The Pale King + The White Lady bashing)

Hunter x Hunter (very occasionally and Gon/Killua/Kurapika/Leorio centric)

Ib (anything about Ib, Garry, Mary and Guertena)

Into The Spiderverse (mostly Miles centric)

Katekyou Hitman Reborn (Tsuna centric and All27 or Skull centric and nice crossovers)

Kuroko no Basket (Kuroko and Seirin centric and very much NOT Aomine)

Lucifer (very occasionally and mostly Lucifer centric)

Lupin III (mostly Lupin, Jigen and Goemon centric)

Macgyver 2016 (Mac centric with a good dose of Jack, Riley, Bozer, Mattie and Page + not a fan of MacDesi nor of James)

Merlin BBC (Merlin centric + preferably good/redeemed Morgana)

Miraculous (Marinette centric and NOT Adrien or Adrienette)

Mulan 1998 (very occasionally and mostly about Mulan)

NCIS (Tony, Abby or Gibbs centric mostly)

Naruto (Mostly Naruto and Obito centric + not a big fan of Sakura, Jiraiya and Sarutobi)

One Piece (Mostly about the ASL Brothers and Law)

Pandora Hearts (very occasionally and mostly about Oz)

Perception (very occasionally and mostly about Daniel)

Prodigal Son (or as I call (and love) it “Let’s Whump Malcolm!”)

Professor Layton (either Luke or Layton centric)

Resident Evil (Ethan and Leon, my fav DILFs <3 + Jill my love <3)

RPF (French Youtube only)

Scorpion 2014  (very occasionally and mostly about Walter + not a big fan of Page and the rest of the team because of the last season)

SCP Foundation (nearly only fanarts)

Shugo Chara!  (very occasionally and mostly about Amu and Ikuto)

Star Trek (mostly the J.J. Abrams remake and Jim centric)

Supernatural (Dean centric and John bashing + a little Sam bashing)

The Big Bang Theory (very occasionally and mostly Leonard and Sheldon centric)

Teen Wolf (mostly Stiles centric and pretty much anti-Scott)

The Queen’s Gambit (very occasionally and mostly Beth centric + only the TV show)

Undertale (mostly Frisk and Chara centric + NarraChara truther)

Voltron (Lance centric and Langst fan)

Yuri!!! On Ice (Yuuri, Yuri and Viktor centric mostly)

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