#and I'm still trying to tame the fan fic

[mittenskittensslay]

Aw, Ik! It sucks! Yeah, I feel like I have the ideas I get really psyched about but...

Going through a burnout

But having LOADS of ideas

Is AWFUL WHY IS IT HAPPENING??

I can't keep track of the ideas i get but i also can't start working on them bc i'm incapable of writing

Everything feels so fucked up now

ANYWAY

[ohdeerfully]

Hello

I live

Well, barely

OMG ISTG I JUST REREAD LIKE ALL OF YOUR FICS I'M GOING SGSJDGDJHFJDY

Your writing. I swear. It's so good. Like when I read any other alastor x reader fic I have this nasty voice in the back of my head going 'He wouldn't do this'. THAT DOESN'T HAPPEN HERE

You are a genius. (Thabk you for speepy Alastor coming from an insomniac is good praise, no?)

My personal favourites are

a. Either of the sleepy Alastoe fics (obviously)

b. Dry bed. Istg the writing in that.. Augh

Could you do a part two to Dry bed? Maybe they just wake up (Together!!!) and awkwardly get their way down to breakfast. Then they simply avoid each other all day, not talking, but still stealing glances at each other when the other isn't looking. Then reader finds Alastor chilling on the hotel roof the following night and they TALK about it. And figure things out.

Omg thabk you for listening to my rant I hope you are doing well byeeee

~❤✨

P. S. You and your fics are my new hyperfixation

hello!!!!! in general sorry yall for my absence, finals are literally next week so it Will happen again

im so glad u like my depiction of alastor hes literally so annoying to write... a dry bed is honestly probably one of if not THE fave fic ive written (though might be a tie with mourning dove) so i hope part ii does it a bit of justice (,: i kind of deviated from ur request at the beginning (they dont wake up together >_<) but otherwise i hope u enjoy! hopefully its not too obvious i kind of rushed it

mwah! <3

A Warm Bed

(sequel to A Dry Bed)

Alastor x Reader (hurt/comfort, fluff) TW: none really, alastor is probs ooc but who cares

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It felt a little bit too cold when you woke up, but you couldn’t immediately find a reason why. Your eyes squinted open, facing the curtains that were drawn just enough to where a peek of the morning light rudely shone against your face. You turned over with a dissatisfied groan.

Peering at the empty bed beside you, you stared blankly as wheels began to turn in your mind. It only took a few seconds to remember the previous night, and your face quickly warned as you hissed in a breath through clenched teeth, wrists coming up and rubbing your eyes with a sense of dismay.

Man, what were you thinking. You felt a strong mixture of regret and embarrassment but also… you felt lonely. The strong, strange affection from Alastor the previous night directly compared to him disappearing and leaving you alone in the morning made you feel all the more cold. The room also had an uncomfortable silence to it, but at the same time too loud with the hum of your ceiling fan.

Whatever, you feigned indifference to yourself and lifted yourself from your mattress, legs dangling over the side of your bed for a few moments, allowing yourself to get a quick stretch in before sliding on some comfortable slippers while you went to your restroom, protecting your feet against the cold tile.

You quickly freshened up, pulling on some comfortable loungewear before leaving your hotel room and walking down the long corridor that led to the steps. Maybe it was just your current mood, but the ambience was too quiet and uncomfortable.

Your spirits slowly lifted as you made your way down the steps, and you could hear the faint clashing of kitchen tools being dropped and thrown, alongside unintelligible and arguing voices, one doubtlessly being Vaggie trying to tame—or, no, threaten—the chaos.

The air, at the very least, smelled good despite the racquet. Though you were in Hell, the food was still appetizing—even if you weren’t exactly sure what it was half the time.

You must’ve made it just in time, as right when you turned the corner you nearly hit your head against Charlie’s shoulder as she rounded the same corner. You tripped over each other for a moment before she ultimately steadied you with a hand and a breezy laugh.

"Good morning! I was just about to tell everyone breakfast was ready…” You smiled at her gesture. Every morning she tried to host some sort of typical continental style breakfast that was standard for most hotels—that is if Niffty’s behavior permitted a successful morning—and the quality was usually higher than what you remembered in your time alive. Of course, you were dealing with the Princess of Hell, who obviously wouldn’t want anything mediocre for her treasured guests.

“Thank you,” was all you could offer in return before she passed you, doubtlessly to gently announce the food to the other guests. There had been an increase in residents lately, so you weren’t shocked at the piles of delicious looking food that met your eyes when you stepped into the kitchen. You could practically imagine sparkles dancing around the fluffy pancakes and still sizzling pans of various breakfast meats.

You helped yourself to a meal, carefully stepping around the growing crowd of other guests, who all, for the most part, seemed a little aggravated at being woken up but nonetheless pleased at the free meal.

A brief hush filled the room as the air seemed to get just a bit heavier, more ominous, alongside the new presence of a prickling against your skin. You didn’t have to look up, nor did you even want to look up, to know who the culprit of such a suffocated atmosphere was; you knew him well enough.

The kitchen slowly came back to life, albeit a bit stiffer and with quieter conversation. You kept your eyes glued to your plate of food as you made your way towards the dining area. As you passed through the entrance, out of your peripheral you saw the large, looming figure of the demon you had become unnaturally attached to. You didn’t look up or even acknowledge him, pretending to just not notice, but you could swear you felt his red gaze burning a hole in your skin.

A few minutes passed after you sat down before Alastor joined you, sitting in his unofficial assigned seat. The only difference was he didn’t scoot his chair nearly as close as usual, as well as the way his body was turned just slightly so that his back was facing you. Not enough to be noticed by other people, but just enough for you—though, maybe you were just overanalyzing things?—to notice how he was pointedly uninviting you from any interactions with him.

Why even bother coming to breakfast, you thought coldly to yourself, deciding to just feel mad about it instead of stewing in your own self-hate and regret. You had already spent all morning feeling stupid for the night before. It’s not like you even eat this shit. Go eat a dead deer or something.

Your fork poked aggressively against the food on your plate, head propped up against a fist as you mindlessly scooted the food around in a pool of syrup. You hoped to convey some sense of hatred to the demon next to you as you jammed a fluffy bite of pancake into your mouth—oh, that’s so good, your spirits were lifted just a bit as the slightly sweet and buttery pancake touched your tongue.

A hand touched your back, and you jolted in surprise. Naturally your eyes first went to Alastor next to you, thinking maybe he was finally over himself, but he had his hands folded on the table in front of him as he watched another table argue over something probably meaningless. Maybe you’re crazy, but did you see his eyes flick to your just as you looked away? You shook off the idea.

Vaggie sat to your right, and was currently eyeing you with a hint of concern in her eye. You shrugged off her hand as politely as possible before smiling at her with a raised eyebrow, trying to play it off with an ‘I’m alright.’

“People that are ‘alright’ don’t usually have some personal vendetta against a plate of breakfast food,” She said in a low voice, trying to keep your conversation private, particularly from a certain set of prying, fluffy red ears. “You know you have friends here. Especially Charlie.”

“Really, I’m all good, just… long morning,” You did your best to wave away her worries again, suddenly feeling a little childish. From the way she spoke, you would think she was talking to someone going through something serious—you were just having some guy problems.

It seemed to work well enough, because after looking at you for a few more beats she raised her hand and turned away, picking up a conversation with her girlfriend. You sat in your spot for a few more minutes, but the growing anxiety from silently and awkwardly sitting next to Alastor, sifting through so many racing thoughts and doubts, gnawed at your stomach. You finally stood up and excused yourself with a thank you and left the room.

You had no specific place to be, so you just wandered into the lobby and slumped against a couch. You briefly wondered where Angel was; he was surprisingly good at listening to romantic troubles, though honestly you probably wouldn’t divulge your whole “thing” with Alastor. That would probably meet no welcomed response.

You must have dozed off, because the sudden sound of raised voices startled your eyes open. Arguments and general anger were commonplace here, so you weren’t particularly shocked to find Vaggie and Angel Dust going at it about something regarding his behavior and the Hotel—a recurring theme in their conversations. Vaggie’s words fell on deaf ears as Angel tutted at her words with a waving and dismissive hand.

“I’m sure ninety percent of these guests would love to have a piece’a me!” He said, taking long strides across the room as he fixed up his chest fluff with two hands. He leaned his hip against the large chair that, much to your dismay, sat Alastor, his grin tightening as Angel approached. His eyes narrowed suspiciously as the spider laid his torso across the head of the chair.

“Even this one…” Angel said with a pouty lilt in his voice, finger dragging up the embellishments as he tried to play flirty. Alastor clicked his tongue distastefully in response before he stood up, hands folding neatly across the top of his cane.

“Not quite to my taste, thank you!” He said, looking down at Angel with an ugly curl in his lip. Angel only huffed in response before slinking down the back of the chair and taking up the space where Alastor previously sat, leaving said demon just standing there.

Alastor’s eyes glanced at you, so brief that you honestly may have imagined it, before he simply hummed with closed eyes and melted into the ground, the shadow where he once stood inking across the carpet before finally coming to a rest… behind the couch where you were laying. You grimaced as you felt his presence manifest again, sending a ripple of that familiar prickle down your bare arms.

Was this going to be your eternity now? Playing some game of cat and mouse where you have to leave every room you’re in just because Alastor gets too close for comfort? You turned your head to try to get a look at him from the corner of your eye, but immediately looked away again when you saw he was already looking at you. You couldn’t read his expression.

You sat up and thought for a few moments. Honestly, it was probably best to just go spend a depression day alone in your room. As pushy as Alastor could be, he wasn’t typically the type to barge into rooms without invitation.

Slowly standing, you managed to avoid the attention of the couple of others in the room—though, realistically, none would care if they happened to see you leave; you were just on edge to everyone and everything. You quickly made your way up the stairs, frowning down at your feet as you walked. You shot a sideways glance at Alastor as you rounded a turn in the steps, finally meeting his gaze for a few seconds before your view was blocked by the wall.

You sighed as you found yourself in front of your hotel room, a heavy feeling making you suddenly choke up. You ushered yourself into the room before you embarrassed yourself by crying openly in the hallway, but the comforting solitude of your room as you leaned your back against the door to close it made it a bit easier to breathe.

After ensuring the door was locked, you went to stand at the edge of the bed, frowning down at the still unmade sheets. Thoughts of that tender night came to the front of your mind at full force, and you bit your lip anxiously. The warmth of his body against yours, the tangle of legs and soft touches of lips… was it all actually, in a cruel turn of reality, a fake expression of care from him? When you had finally begun to think you could read the affection on his face…

You settled into the soft mattress, uncomfortably aware of how big and cold it was. You were no stranger to sleeping alone by any means, but after finally experiencing the shared space with someone you loved, the contrast was stark and unwelcomed. You did your best to ignore it as you tucked yourself in, letting your eyes fall shut in a poor attempt to sleep away your worries.

Your attempts were unsuccessful, and an empty feeling of longing and despair in your stomach grew stronger with each hour that passed as you watched the red hue of the daylight sky turn darker. You felt both restless and tired at the same time, lacking any energy to actually do anything to pass the time. 

It all proved to be counterintuitive to the whole “sleep your worries away” as the hours you spent just lying down only gave you ample opportunity to melt in your own thoughts as the memories of last night kept returning. Man, why did you have to kiss him? You unwittingly ignored the fact that he had also played a part in closing that gap between you; you were honestly just pinning the blame fully on yourself.

Finally sick of stewing in misery, you kicked off the heavy blanket and stood up. You needed some fresh air. 

You tried to walk quickly with a fake sense of purpose so, in the odd chance you passed someone, they hopefully wouldn’t ask about your absence all day—you were typically more present and friendly with everybody as you would often help Charlie with event organization. Lucky enough for you, you passed nobody on your way to the door that opened to some stairs up to the roof of the Hotel.

After a quick pace up the echoey, metal steps, you pushed open the large doors and greeted with a pleasantly cool rush of wind. It was still warm, of course, being Hell and all, but cooler than usual. You quietly closed the heavy doors behind you.

There was a spot on the roof you typically sat at during long, restless nights, and you turned the corner of the door before promptly backtracking and pressing yourself up against the metal door once again, jaw clenched in a mix of shock and anger.

Why the Hell was Alastor on the roof at your spot with your blanket that you had left up here on some previous night? Was he doing all this on purpose? Constantly getting all too close to you while simultaneously acting cool and indifferent towards your existence? Was this all just some sick game to him? Well… it is Alastor.

You peeked over the edge from where you hid to get a better look at him. He sat serenely with his back towards you, legs hanging over the edge of the roof. You couldn’t see his expression, but his body waved just slightly, most likely to the tune of some song in his head. Despite all the frustration you felt in your soul towards him, looking at him under the blanket of a dark red sky with a sprinkling of stars… he still endeared you. Especially when he looked so harmless and relaxed.

Just as you were about to turn away again and find somewhere else to relax, he cleared his throat, stopping you before you could even move.

“It’s rude to stare,” He stated, projecting his voice just enough for you to hear the light humor in his voice. “You seem like a stalker, darling!”

You straightened your shoulders before walking out from behind the wall, a frown on your face. You didn’t walk any closer—God forbid you accidentally do anything to hurt your relationship anymore, if that was even possible.

“I didn’t mean to, I was just… surprised, that’s all,” You reasoned, tapping your foot impatiently. “You are kind of in my spot.”

He hummed, absently pointing at the surface around him. “I didn’t see your name on it.” 

You couldn’t really think of a response quickly, so you just stayed quiet, continuing to just stand in place a few meters away from Alastor.

He briefly put his hand down on the space next to him, patting twice in a vague invitation for you to join him. You thought for a brief moment before cautiously walking towards him, steps growing slower with each foot you got closer. He made no move to send you away—in fact, he even started moving the blanket in a way to make the concrete just a bit more comfortable to sit on. He still didn’t look at you.

Embarrassingly your hands had started to shake, which you realized when you reached your hand down to support your body as you lowered it to sit. You just hoped Alastor didn’t notice. You let your legs fall over the ledge, swinging slightly next to Alastor’s. You didn’t notice how he shifted his knee a bit closer to yours.

The two of you sat in silence under the still-darkening sky, and you couldn’t decide if it was a comfortable or awkward silence. Alastor didn’t seem to mind, so you tried to convince yourself it was comfortable despite the itching anxiety in your chest.

“I’m really sorry about last night,” You blurted out, unable to contain it anymore. Was it a bad idea to even bring it up? Maybe. But you felt that your relationship was already irreparably damaged so it couldn’t hurt to at least apologize. You saw his eyes turn towards you out of your peripheral, and you were too ashamed to meet his look, instead opting to fiddle with a fray of the blanket edge.

“Whatever for?” He responded after an uncomfortably long pause—this stunned you. Fuck you mean ‘whatever for?’ Your head whipped up to look at him, brows furrowed.

You had spent all die scared that you ruined everything between you and Alastor, regretting everything that led up to last night’s events—it didn’t help that Alastor himself was also blatantly avoiding you. What the fuck is he acting so confused for?

Apparently you said that all out loud, as Alastor’s smile was growing more and more strained with each loud word that tumbled from your lips. You didn’t even realize until you were done and catching your breath, but at this point you couldn’t care less to apologize or feel bad about it. You folded your arms and fixated your eyes on some random pedestrian below as another long stretch of silence filled the air.

“You confuse me,” He finally said, with a voice that lacked its usual radio tone. You didn’t respond, so he continued. “I feel these alien emotions when I’m near you—you bewitch me. And I don’t like it. I hate you for it.”

You couldn’t control the slight slump in your shoulders and the sharp pang in your stomach that his words brought you. Hate. 

“But… I kill the demons I hate,” He said, looking away from you and up at the sky. “And I can’t find myself wanting to kill you. That has to mean something, though I’m really no man to figure it out myself.”

You cautiously returned your eyes back to him, shoulders curled forward as if to protect yourself against the blow of any harsh words. But, as he spoke, you felt that anxiety slowly lighten as you pieced together what he was trying to convey in his own strange way. Although, you weren’t really sure what to say in response, filled with too many swarming emotions—both new and old. 

Suddenly you looked at the space between the two of you—was Alastor’s hand there just a minute ago? You looked up to try to get any hint of his goals; but, unsurprisingly, he remained unreadable. It was definitely safer to just ignore it.

Well, that got a lot harder when his pinkie finger stretched towards you just a bit, practically inviting you. You looked at his face one more time, swallowed your fear, and tenderly laid your hand down next to his. You moved it cautiously closer, just enough so that your pinkie touched his own. His lifted up and curled over yours, tightening in a way to bring the rest of your hand closer and enveloping it with his own. Your gaze was fixated on this exchange and you felt heat warm your cheeks and ears.

You both said nothing, but you thought the pounding in your ears would drown out any attempt.

Your attention finally broke from the hands that now clasped together between the two of you, turning up towards Alastor. You found that he had been looking at you with such an intensity it made you feel like an open book before him. His eyes had a slight glow to them now that the sky had fully darkened—eyes that were usually so malicious and secretive seemed to now burn with what you could only assume was affection.

“I can’t promise I’ll be a good man,” He finally broke the silence. His smile was small but strained, and his voice uncharacteristically quiet. 

In response you shook your head with a breathless laugh, tightening your hand just slightly around his as you focused on the street below, watching the scattered presence of night owl demons.

“I probably couldn’t promise the same, either,” You admitted, leaning back and stretching out your legs in the open air over the ledge of the roof. You froze momentarily when Alastor shifted a bit closer, his knee now barely knocking against yours.

He reached his hand out, fingers curling gingerly but firm over your chin and pulling your face closer to his. He examined your face for a moment, red eyes trailing over every curve of your features before settling back to look into your eyes.

“But I can promise, cher,” The new name he referred to you as made the already present flush in your cheeks only intensify. “That as long as you own what’s left of my heart, no demon in Hell can keep you away from me. Not even you.”

His words were spoken almost like a threat in an ominously low tone, that heavy radio affliction dripping from his words. In his eyes was a sudden look of sinister intensity and devotion, something you had never even dreamed of seeing, especially from him and especially towards you. As menacing as the words seemed, you couldn’t stop the wry smirk that inched up your lips, slightly smushed between his fingers that still firmly held your head in place.

“I’d like to see anyone try,” You responded in an attempt to match his energy. This seemed good enough for him, as his smile lifted for a moment as he released you from his grasp and faced forward again.

You yawned and stretched out your arms above your head, popping a few bones in your back before you stood. He followed suit, deftly touching his clothes with one hand to smooth any wrinkles or crooked buttons—his other was still holding your own.

He stepped closer, nearly pressed against you, when suddenly the atmosphere around you seemed to melt in a swirl of black before being replaced with the familiar decor of your hotel room. He gave you a light nudge and you fell back onto the bed.

After recuperating and settling, you watched him from your spot on the bed as he draped off his coat and slacks before joining you in the sheets. His body language was tense and unsure, but to your own pleasure the stiffness in his shoulders lightened just a bit when your hands tenderly rubbed against his skin.

The bed that was only hours before too big and too cold was now inviting with the warmth of Alastor’s body against your own, his scent filling your nose with every inhale as his hair brushed against your cheek. Every movement was a shaky blur as you were still filled with a sense of disbelief and maybe a little bit of adrenaline from the unexpected switch-up from him. The mattress dipped and creaked as he tried to make himself comfortable, which took an awkward few seconds, but after finally settling in you found yourself laid against his chest, fingers trailing down his skin.

Alastor’s own clawed fingers trailed through your hair and he hummed the quietest tune, lulling you further into an exhaustion that you didn’t realize had been creeping up on you. You fell asleep to a comfort that you hoped you wouldn’t have to spend another day in eternity without.

[cruyuu]

hii! are there any really good (and preferably long) sukuita fics that you like? love ur analyses btw and thank you ❤️

Hii anon! Sorry for a very, very late answer. I've been busy as hell and just chose to put this ask in the drafts and then forgot about writing out my answer.

I've already replied to one similar ask some time ago but since you're asking for my opinion and for them to be long, the list that I have in my head with my colorful commentary is under the cut. Hopefully, you'll find some of them as interesting as I did.

The Tale of the Peach Blossom Prince by ChumbalieWumbus

First fic I ever read for sukuita. Let's just say it blew me away with its attention to detail and worldbuilding. This fic isn't strictly just sukuita though, it's rather a sukumeji? (there's a polyamorous relationship between Sukuna, Uraume and Yuuji) fic. It's understandable to skip this if you're looking for strictly sukuita fics but I do suggest you give this a try since it's rather long and quite well done. As a Yuuji fan, I adore it personally. This fic also has some gorgeous fanart too! (Which I will unfortunately not link because it's featured at the end of the story and it will spoil major things regarding it). Now, my comments aside, short summary is: The Culling Games are happening. Yuuji fights someone (not Sukuna btw) and ends up traveling back in time to the Heian period. Chaos ensues.

All in all, I had a blast reading it and I recommend it heavily.

Ten Years and a Day series by EvilPeaches

This isn't really a chaptered fic but is a series of two fics sitting at 21k words so ofc I'll feature it here. It's the written out what if Sukuna wins? scenario where Yuuji remains alive which is a type of fic I had been hunting for at the beginning when I grew to love these two and this checked off all the boxes for me. It was practically wish fulfillment. Genuinely beautiful and harrowing and quite in character too which is a must for me.

I am a sucker for canon (and canon divergence) fics but if that's not what you're looking for then I highly recommend checking out No Eviction Notice by the same author too, which is a long AU and heavy on the plot (angsty as hell too, so beware).

Istrouma by trashygivency

An ongoing work but trust me it is so worth it. Like I said, I'm a sucker for canon and this fic delivers, especially because its set during the Culling Games arc, where the sukuita divorce is in place. Well, things take a turn and Sukuna and Yuuji magically reunite and walk through memories together. One thing leads to another and trust me, it's wild. It's a reincarnation AU and oh my god they were roommates past lovers with good characterization and a plot which centers on their forgotten then remembered past. My commentary can't do this fic justice so please check it out!

Blood & Snow by megumiblues

A breath of fresh air amidst the tragically-depraved (is that a word? lol) works I had been (and usually am) consuming of these two. If you're not that into tragedy, don't want them to ruin each other and tear at each other or don't want their love and union to have catastrophic or deadly consequences, this is your fic. It's still them in all their glory (yknow hate, Sukuna being a bastard, etc.) but surprisingly soft and beautiful. All I'm going to say is that the author did a good job at this AU, both with the plot and Sukuna and Yuuji's characterization. It actually made me shed a tear too so that's a big, big thumbs up for me.

Speaking of long-written soft sukuita...

I'm Sick Of You by Cogni_Diss

also makes the list! It's five chapters long and is also quite tame. It's funny, a bit sad but also quite beautiful. I adore this author and their take on these two idiots so make sure to check out their other works as well. As for the summary: This is a canon divergence fic and with each finger Yuuji swallows, Sukuna grows stronger but here swallowing something ancient has consequences unlike in canon. It's tooth-rotting fluff (with some angst, nothing severe tho) and these two terribly in-canon. Check! it! out! if you want a remedy to the heavy and hard ride these two can be.

Ok, now back to the dark side.

Collision by Serkerde

A genuinely, unfortunately ongoing but extremely interesting A/B/O AU fic where Sukuna is, put plainly, himself (a dick) and an Alpha. Slowest of burns with sukuita is a weird idea in an AU where everything seems to be driven by instinct. Or is that the case? Yuuji (and the modern world) would disagree. Basically: you have an Alpha who is one of a kind (called a Prime) and Yuuji who belongs to the dwindling numbers of Omega. Not your average ones ofc. A very heavy plot ensues with them slowly, slowly, veeery slowly falling for each other. The author has their own twist on the A/B/O Universe which is why this fic is an interesting recipe from the start. Throw in these two and you already have a divine meal cooking.

Also highly recommend checking out Should Immortality Be So Mortal and In Our Flesh series by the same author! I hold SIBSM and IOF series close to my chest because I adore how this author writes these two. <3

The Shape Of Our Souls by O_ToJoy

Another breathtaking (also ongoing fml but don't let that stop you), heavy on the plot with an interesting premise A/B/O AU story. It deals with the future and follows a non-linear narrative. Yuuji is an Omega who has kids with Alpha Sukuna and guess what? The merger happens in this fic. Trust me this fic is gorgeous and a blast. Everything is handled incredibly and passionately and I can't put into words how obsessed I was with this fic when I first found it (which was a couple of months ago). I still love it and have it in my 'read for later' for updates. The characterization (of all, not just Sukuna and Yuuji), the world-building, the plot... It's incredible truly.

Apotheosis series by cafedelmar

I love authors who vibe and just write, trying to unwind and explain the unexplainable and unattainable. Taking characters into their own hands and just going with the flow. Sukuna is a God in this series, the fics follow a non-linear narrative and are slightly AU-ish. It's all vibes basically but it's brilliantly written, heavily centered around Sukuna being something larger than what we've seen of him in canon. I love love love authors who can put the unexplainable into very clear-cut explainable and this author does it extremely well. Yuuji is Sukuna's vessel and this series is riding the Dark!Yuuji vibe (which is also one of my fav ideas) because sure, power is addicting itself and having a God entertain an idea of giving it to a weak-in-comparison Yuuji (Yuuji the key point here) is a whole another addicting thing in itself. All in all, heavy Season 1 vibes and gorgeously written.

And since I'm talking about S1 vibes...

Nuns with Guns by surverycorpsjean

is also a recommended read for those who find the one body/two souls situation so very interesting. This one is hauntingly beautiful and extremely well-written. It's not a chaptered fic but it is nearly 20k words long so it made it on the list. I was on a hunt for fics which explored this situation down to its ugly, twisted, terrifyingly beautiful core (because canon gave us nothing :( ) and this one blew me away, especially with it's characterization. Definitely check this one out if you're stuck on S1 sukuita and their weird ass hatred which could translate into codependency and not death because why would they be normal about each other lol. That's boring.

vinegar heart by vavavavoom

Yuuji, cursed from birth, is made for Sukuna, yet unlike in canon, acceptance is the path he is forced to walk on here, until he grows to love it and hate it because this is an AU! Selfishness, cruelty, codependency and sukuita with Yuuji who is suffering (it is what it is style) and Sukuna who's obsessed with him (basically canon lol). What more could you ask for? Joking aside, this fic takes place in an AU and has God Sukuna who... I shouldn't spoil it. Let's just say that Sukuna isn't the same Sukuna we see in canon. He's much more accepting of Yuuji here, even though he mocks him and belittles him and everything. I mean the tag "Possessive Behavior" is right there so... yeah. The reason why I held my hand from writing out the spoiler is bc 1) it'll ruin your experience and 2) it adds an interesting undertone to the story and basically makes you go "Ohhhh". Check it out!

not the temple, but the lamb slit up inside by obscyr

Interesting as hell and definitely one of the extremes ones. Beautifully written as well. I started it like two months ago but then dropped it because I was busy and it had been sitting in my notes app for quite some time until I caught up to it recently. As you may have noticed, I am down bad for codependency, but I am also down bad for seeing how bad things could get. Sukuita, in all its glory, is problematic as hell, but if you throw them into an Modern AU, make Sukuna a cannibalist + suspected? serial killer and have Yuuji as his nephew who's lowkey growing obsessed with his mystery and is also a mystery himself- I'm going to shut up now because I will spoil the plot- you get this hell. It has 9 chapters, and the plot moves a bit slow but if you're intrigued, then definitely give it a read and ofc, if you are overwhelmed with this fic or just don't like it, feel free to skip.

Aconitum by AttackRabbit

Another ongoing fic which I recently got addicted to. Again, it's ABO AU but not overtly typical one, and heavy on the plot and world-building. Can you imagine that the author had actually invented a language for Sukuna? Yes! It's that amazing. In this fic, Yuuji is a war veteran who works as an apothecary and he stumbles onto injured Sukuna. Brilliant characterization, a unique plot and if you don't read and translate Sukuna's sentences, he's basically half-a-mystery. Much love to this fic because it is incredible!

And that's for the list! A big shout-out goes to Character Assassination by MayTheSixth which I also started reading a couple of days ago, but because it's quite a long work, I never got around to finishing it. It's also an ongoing one, but I'm loving it so far so you can check that out too!

And there you have it anon. Happy reading and have a wonderful day or night!

[pmpmyread]

spreading positivity for yourself and for others: what are some fanfics you've written that you're proud of? who are your favorite writers in the fic community?

Hey Anon, thanks for your lovely ask! Sending some positive vibes right back at you 🩵

Your first question tasks me to choose a favorite among my children lol but I will give it a shot.

Distraction is a Drifter x Eris Destiny 2 fic I wrote last year. I'm proud of it because it was my first try at tiptoeing back towards the romance genre after over a decade since writing my previous fic (a FFVIII Squall x Rinoa thing I'd written on ffnet back when I was 19 lmao). It's pretty tame, I even stopped just short of tagging it as Romance, opting for Romantic Friendship instead, that's just how chicken I truly was LOL. My writing has definitely improved since, but ultimately, composing and sharing this fic helped alleviate some of my self-doubt at the time.

Nanami Kento & Casual Touches is one of my earlier JJK x Reader fics. I'm proud of this one not only for what I've created but the way by which it was produced. To this day, it was the easiest time I've had writing anything during what happened to be a difficult period for me. I'd somehow managed to turn my turmoil into one of the most hopeful and positive pieces I've ever written. Corny as it sounds, that story and that moment truly did so much for me. The only negative here is that I've been chasing that elusive high ever since LMAO.

I've answered a variation of your second question within a recent ask linked here, so do check that out as well, but I will certainly add some more inspiring writers below, along with my current favorite work of theirs.

@mysteria157 (JJK): Incredibly deep stories with some of the strongest and most admirable MCs you'll ever read. Rec: Love's Ransom

@rahuratna (JJK + BNHA): Intricate and immersive universes depicted in the most beautiful prose. Rec: Arangetram

@cmdrfupa (JJK): Expert-level character studies skillfully wrapped into elaborate narration. Rec: Furtive

@espace--positif (LaDS + JJK): A fluff merchant. Target-precise canon characterization depicted in wonderful, feel-good fics. Rec: Mornings with Him

@imonthemoonitsmadeofcheese (Destiny 2): Insightful and healing stories that truly dig deep into the vast Destiny 2 universe and the complexity of its characters. Rec: Perfection

This list is FAR from exhaustive as I've recently connected with so many talented writers within these different fandoms and I still have a ridiculously long TBR list. I will definitely create a recs list sometime soon. If there is one thing I am confident about, it's my fan work curation skills. lol 💅🏽

Thanks again for your ask, Anon, it was a great way to start my day 🩵

[rainbowsky]

Hey, I'm new here and i love your blog! I was wondering if the boys see couple\sexual edits of them together and if it makes them nervous but then it hit me that they probably aren't seeing what i see on western social media. Do you have any idea if those types of homosexual posts get censored in China?

Hi Yingyangorly! Thanks, I'm glad you're enjoying my blog!☺️

I have a huge long, like, ridiculously long post in my drafts related to this topic, hopefully coming soon.

But to answer your question, I think it's impossible that GG and DD would fail to see at least some of what's posted about them as a couple, whether sent to them by friends, family or staff, or whether stumbled upon or intentionally sought out/browsed by them. It's inevitable they'll see some of it, particularly things that get a lot of attention.

I talked about this a bit a while back. GG and DD have said in interviews that they have fake social media accounts (and of course they would - how could you go anywhere or do anything on social media without one if you were famous?), and this kind of discussion has happened somewhat in relation to fan comments, etc.

You can check out my previous post for more on that stuff.

As for sexual edits, etc., like any other content I've no doubt they've seen some of it - it's inevitable they would - but I doubt it worries them all that much. It's highly unlikely to ever impact them directly, because ultimately it's not really about them, is it? It's about the creators who make it. Any backlash is more likely to fall upon creators, not GG and DD.

And just as a reminder - it's not illegal to be gay in China, it's not illegal to post homosexual content, etc. Such content is censored on TV and other broadcast media, but not online.

Porn is very illegal in China, but that's mostly only selectively enforced. In fact, China produces a lot of porn and a lot of smutty fiction and all of it is illegal, but it still manages to thrive fairly well.

Explicit content of any kind is technically not allowed on Weibo but it's still out there - although most of it is pretty toned down and tame. Actual porn of sexual activity isn't ubiquitous there, but lewd fan art, fan fic, edits and memes can often be found.

All platforms globally have rules against explicit content, and they're just as poorly enforced everywhere. I suspect a lot of that is because social media engagement makes money, and sex sells. It's not really in the interest of platforms to completely shut down all such content - even if it was possible to do so.

The supertopic rules likely have more impact on fan behavior in this regard than the Weibo TOS does. Those rules forbid mentioning GG and DD by name or tagging their accounts, and forbid sexualization, pornography, feminization and fixating on body parts. However, that's only within the supertopics. Ultimately people are free to post whatever they want on their own accounts, and they do.

Given how many antis and solos are out there trying to take down the turtle fandom, the fact that these things manage to stay up for as long as they do speaks to how weak the enforcement is. There are definitely people out there who will report things that offend them.

This is, in fact, how the whole 227 thing got started. A bunch of solos decided to report an explicit fanfic to the government, and things spiralled out of control from there.

Could lightning strike a second time and another 227 be sparked from some of this explicit content? For a lot of complicated reasons I'm not going to get into here (it would be a very long post), I don't think that's likely.

227 was a special, very complicated situation that I don't think is likely to happen the same way again. Timing and a lot of the other factors that played into its blowing up the way it did - all of that is unlikely to align in such a way. Especially since everyone in C-ent is a lot more cautious and vigilant after 227.

GG and DD are both in good standing with the government (as is evidenced by their inclusion in government and nationalistic projects), and that's a factor that will have some influence. And no doubt they and their teams have learned a lot from past experience, and have already planned for how to protect them in various scenarios that could arise.

They also have the power to have content relating to them removed, to sue content creators, to shut down the supertopics if they want to, etc.. If they feel at risk, they have a lot of recourse. The fact that we aren't seeing this happening should reassure us that it's probably fine.

We have to realize that GG and DD are surrounded by highly skilled, highly paid professionals whose entire job is to protect them and their interests. They're both in a much safer place than they were 4 years ago.

I trust them to know what's best for them and handle their affairs accordingly. We as fans shouldn't waste time hand-wringing over things that are completely outside our control.

As for what's within our control - it's up to every individual to make our own choices about how we'll represent GG and DD online.

More on that angle if/when I ever finish that other post.

[odyssean-flower]

My Yandere Neuvillette and Wriothesley characterizations

I feel like I'm mixing up these two's characterizations in my head so I'll write them down here as reference. These will probably change as we learn more about them.

Please feel free to submit any suggestions!

Neuvillette

He gives off a very paternalistic feeling--he's Father

Authoritative, comes off as condescending and judgy even when he isn't trying to be

Can read you like a book

Big fan of procedures and rules

Doesn't show much emotion on his face, but as you spend more time with him you can see the subtle shifts in his expressions

Super emotionally repressed (turbo virgin)...until he met you

Honestly I think he would be pretty relaxed and chill even as a yandere, not because he values your personal freedom or anything, it's because he knows full well that you'll never get away from him

I think he'd be a bit less relaxed and chill before you become his darling, because there's still a small chance you can get away from him (bonus points if you reject him. Then you will really see him slightly less chill)

Will probably try to court his darling first before trying more underhanded means

Generally acts like a gentleman even as he is keeping you imprisoned against your will

Not the type to get super angry, just disappointed. If you push him too far, though...

He has a lot of patience for your "shortcomings" because fundamentally he sees you as someone who needs to be "educated" and "disciplined"

I think that for him, you're the first person he feels something for, and that simultaneously bothers him and intrigues him--Him? Feeling things for a human??? Huh????

I think even if you get into a relationship with him willingly, he'll still eventually confine you in his house anyways. That's probably where you'll spend most of your time, but he'll take you out to the theater or something from time to time (even all powerful chief justices like to flaunt their darlings sometimes)

Doesn't really dote on you heavily, but he's pretty soft when it's just the two of you. Likes to kiss the top of your head and wrap his arms around you. Would really love it if he

But he also has high expectations for you. He'll make you read and memorize Fontaine's literature and laws, drill you on etiquette, train you on how to speak and act with him. It's not so much he thinks you're uncultured, he just thinks that everyone should be cultured, especially you

Won't use his cane to hit you (unless you really push him too far). Mostly uses it to correct your posture, tilt your head up, etc. (Spankings are a different story however)

If you're a shy and demure person, he will probably be very warm, protective and patient with you. Probably wouldn't even seem like a yandere at all if not for the controlling behavior. (Is this a daddy kink)

If you're more feisty and argumentative, he...will probably kinda enjoy that? On one hand you remind him of a certain archon he has to put up with, which annoys him because he sees you as a sort of refuge away from that, but on the other hand it further stimulates his desire to control everything about you, to tame you, basically. So I think he'll probably treat you more roughly

Wriothesley

Ok this one is harder especially because I really don't know what to make of him after reading his drip marketing description. So I will just write about how he is in my fic A Choice Forged in Blood

So Wriothesley is a lot like Neuvillette in that he's pretty stoic, but the difference is that Neuvillette is like that all the time, while Wriothesley is mainly like that because of his job/reputation. He is much more open with the people who know him well

I headcanon Wriothesley to be more "romantic" than Neuvillette

He knows how intimidating he is, isn't that bothered by it most of the time, but does sigh about it sometimes when he's just out and about and everyone gives him a wide distance

But when he meets you...ooh boy

Depending on whether you treat him normally or are scared of him like everyone else, he will approach you differently

If you treat him normally: *brain short circuits* he doesn't know how to react to that. He wants to approach you but doesn't know how without the fear of scaring you away. Ironically treating him normally only flusters him more. Will probably try to find out everything about you, and try to be around you as much as he can, blushes an awful lot when you're around

If you're scared of him: yeah he expected that and he's sad. Will keep a distance from you, still tries to find out everything about you in order to figure out how to appeal to you, gets really jealous when you smile around anyone other than him, kabedon maybe idk

Will try his best to hold back his growing feelings because of his innate morals, but it gets harder each day. He can't stop thinking about you

When he snaps eventually, oh boy (see: poor y/n from my fic)

Will just take you by force, will feel bad about starting off your "relationship" too forcefully but does NOT regret doing it in the first place

Tries his best to be gentle, likes to sit you on his lap, cuddle with you; will melt if you initiate physical affection with him

Enjoys going out with you (if he can do so without handcuffing your wrist to his) and simply spending time with you

Will be very protective of you, will still get insecure and compare himself to others

Just wants to be loved back and live in domestic bliss with you :(

Will be sad about it but won't hesitate to tie you to his bed if you get too rebellious

[eetherealgoddess]

Hello to my favourite writer on tumblr 🫵🫵🫵

I'm so sorry for asking this and I hope you won't feel pressured by this because I'm not trying to pressure you. I really really love you and I respect your time for yourself because you also have a life outside tumblr. You're THE MOST KINDEST blog I ever encountered. Like seriously, the way you talk to your readers just screams kindness. I actually considered myself as your fan because you're so damn good at writing dark content. I want you to also know that you deserve more notes! (your fics are phenomenal and you're feeding it to us for free!?!?!? for free!?!?!?!?!?!? Someone give you a generosity award.)

I really hope this doesn't bother you but there was this poll you made where you made us choose what fic you're gonna post next after the amazing hybrid story you did. I think it was temptation and the other two. I'm just asking if you're still gonna write the other two specifically the last one 😭 I was one of those who chose the third one. What was that again? I think it was bonten brat taming mikey's step sister? Or adopted sister? I can't remember , pretty. I forgot😭 I hope who ever requested that sleeps well at night and I hope you get your pussy worshipped for all this amazing fics. 🙏🙏

Fun fact! You're one of the people I followed early when I just started tumblr!! And let me tell you how much HOW MUCH I ADMIRE YOU AND YOUR WORKS!! I love you!! I hope you have a nice day, night or evening!!

the timing of this message was impeccable bc let me tell you, i was definitely having a bad day and then i got on tumblr and read this

your requests never bother me, even if it’s something i might not write or get to fast, i still want the requests. i also love to interact with you guys

my pussy has yet to be worshipped but with every comment, reblog (the tags with what you guys thought of the fic), anon/request, or like… it definitely quivers and that’s perfect for me :)

although i don’t post them all, i do read and appreciate all of the sweet messages you guys send.

ꨄRebelꨄ << the fic in question

❦

[fake3yesopen]

There's Not A Bad Thing Here Tonight (Jimin Fan Fic 🔞)

The lights in the hotel room were dim and golden, like the last rays of sunlight before evening became the night. Without them the wood-finished room would be completely dark, like the world when you close your eyes before dreaming.

"Whatever happens in here, I won't tell anybody. I won't say a word" I said.

"Good" he replied, with his characteristic smirk as he climbed over me eagerly, yet still gracefully, causing my heartbeat to accelerate. "Stay with me a little while".

I almost lost my breath as he hovered above me, his denim jacket brushing over my body. Is this a dream? I reached up and touched his hair, his neck, his face. His skin was warm, as if a fire was starting just underneath it.

"Oh my gosh..." I said breathlessly, trying not to hyperventilate as he lowered himself over me. I could now feel all his body heat and the hardness of his desire pressing firmly between my legs. I whined like a baby for it. "Please..."

"Sssh" he whispered, planting kisses along my neck and collar bone. His soft, plush lips were cool on my skin. I could've had a heart attack even as he handled me delicately, slipping his hands under my back, pressing so close that I could smell the expensive shampoo he used in his jet black, shiny hair. I wanted to lace my fingers through it and pull so badly! "Jimin-- wait, I--" I managed to say with a gasp.

He paused and looked down at me, peeling our bodies apart for just one moment.

"I'm a..."

"What's wrong baby?" He asked. Baby! He called me baby.... as if we were lovers and not strangers who just met hours ago at an exclusive night club! As if he had noticed me from the beginning....

"You're killing me" I said softly. I couldn't bare to tell him I was a virgin! That I had waited years just for him. I dreamed of his touch from afar, delusional and fully entranced by his charm and power on stage, in videos online, and now here he was, on top of me, with his erection pressing against my fully engorged clit. I always knew where he was going, what he was doing. I saved pictures, articles, and followed the news. I made fake friendships just to get a taste of the same air he breathed, the same streets he walked. I knew I had him when he recognized me in a crowd, because I was always there; I thought I was delusional when we locked eyes for a full 5 seconds... and then... at the nightclub, at the bar, our eyes met again, it was electric, a dream sequence...  And now here I was with Jimin, in a hotel room, on a queen sized bed, in a nest of luxury blankets.

At first he looked a little confused, but then his expression melted into a boyish smirk of mischief and sweetness all mixed together.

"Do you... want to stop?" He asked. His sweet voice and cute accent sent chills all over my body. ASMR on steroids!

"No! Not at all!" I cried out. "Kiss me" I said more softly now, and I put my hands on his hips. He leaned in and quickly, pressed his lips against mine as if only a thread of civility held him back from devouring me alive. He kissed me passionately and I felt myself get so wet it was dripping and soaking my shorts. He held me down as we kissed and I could barely contain my lust. In just a minute the sheet under me was wet with the nectar of my desire for this otherworldly man!

A surge of boldness cut through me and I shifted my hands from his hips to the waistband of his leather pants. His breath hitched and I felt him buck slightly as my fingers moved to undo the button and zipper.

How could this man go from sweet and angelic "mochi" as fans so lovingly called him to now giving off the aura of an animal on the verge of losing its taming? So quickly! His breathing got heavy, and he spoke to me in a lower voice- Half whisper, half growl-

"Tell me when you're ready, baby. Tell me when you want it"

"I'm--" "Please don't tease me. It hurts" he said. It was almost a whimper, almost begging, so I nearly lost my mind- I bit my lower lip and started with the button. Was I really driving him this crazy? Were we so in-sync right now?

He suddenly anchored his knees on either side of me, and with his strong hands pulled my shorts off, sliding them off my legs and placing them besides us on the bed neatly. He parted my thighs and then pulled off my shirt and bralette. I gasped as the cool air slid over my naked skin. He grasped my breasts in each hand and exhaled shakily.

My eyes traveled along his perfect, though still clothed body and met the protrusion of his manhood through his black leather pants. He was almost shy-- not meeting my eyes as I began to push his jacket off. He helped me get him out of his silky white tee shirt and finally, he pushed me down to then take off his pants and boxers himself so that he was now totally naked and glowing beautifully above me. His trim, sexy body was like something out of a dream.

"Are you cold?" He asked me. I was shivering a little, but more so from being too horny and nerve-wrecked than from being cold! Before I could answer, he pulled the blanket over us, containing us in a soft chrysalis of desire. We kissed some more. His body was warm against mine, and I loved the feeling of him pressing down on my tits. His hands traveled everywhere. My shoulders, arms, my waist, he slid his hands up from my waist to my tits, and under my arms to lift me up into his lap. We were now sitting up, naked together, facing each other, kissing, touching each other, his hard cock was pressing against my clit and I was already moaning into our kiss, into his neck and chest. His self control in this heady, dreamlike foreplay was so strong that it turned me on even more.

We shifted in the bed, free of the blanket, laying together at the opposite end of the bed. I planted kisses along his upper body, lower and lower until I kissed his tip, teasing him with my lips. He gasped and for just a second grabbed my hair, but stopped, reigning in that self control again, waiting for my next move. For my permission.

Then I rolled away playfully and he pulled me back to him and returned the favor. Planting kisses down the middle of my body, down my belly, to the outer lips of my pussy. My mind was spinning. He paused and came up. We kissed again, exchanging a second set of juices.

Then, moving together as one as if we were water, we found ourselves back in the proper position on the bed, our heads at the pillows, and he was on top of me once more. I felt his precum dripping down onto my pussy and slipping down my slit. I moaned slightly, needing him more and more. I was throbbing now, and feeling sharp waves and bolts of arousal shocking through my lower abdomen. I was getting all wet again. Please just take me now! I thought. 

"Tell me" he whispered in my ear, "when you want it"

"I need it. Now" I whined, holding him close to me, skin to skin.

"Please... I want it!"

"Say my name" he said. "I want you to call me my name, it's okay"

"Jimin!" I moaned. "You can do what you want to me!" I inhaled sharply as he slid it inside me, gently at first, as if I were a delicate flower he did not want to crush.

At first it hurt just a little, but years of fantasizing about this very moment and gratifying those daydreams with my own fingers, prepared me. He must have noticed me wince slightly so he slowed down, and made eye contact with me, with a gaze so gentle and protective that I could fall in love with him 1000 times over.

"It's alright," he said. "Tell me when to stop"

"Don't stop. Keep going" I replied, holding him tighter, my legs locked around his waist, my arms wrapped tightly around him. His thrust deepened and became more aggressive as he slightly lost control, holding back moans of pleasure and gripping my wrists, holding my hands firmly against the soft hotel mattress. I didn't want it to end. Ever. Forever you and I, the lyrics whirled around my head like ice in stirred wine. I accepted my fate, that from this night on, I would be delusional forever.

"Ride me" he whispered in my ear. His voice was strained and dripping with need. I obeyed as if on instinct. We swapped and I was now on top of him, and he was inside me, hard and hot. He looked so satisfied, his lips were parted as he exhaled, eyes full of wonder and anticipation. I began to ride him. My eyes rolled back as pleasure overtook me and I began to moan softly. I'm riding Jimin. I'm riding Park Jimin. Holy--- I was getting close. It was hitting the right spot now!

He put his hands on my hips and closed his eyes, moaning as I rode his cock over and over again, then angled myself forward so that our bodies slid against each other each time I dropped on it. We were both moaning in pleasure now, moving in a rhythm that was primal, I swear the friction could light a fire!

"Don't stop!" He said, his expression now all screwed up, as if he was in pain, but it was just the full intensity of the pleasure! I will never forget his face in this moment, a slave to passion! "Just like that baby, I love it!" He was now crying out in Korean, and even though I didn't understand what he was saying, it was driving me crazy, so crazy that I felt my whole body convulse, womb contract, I creamed, copiously, and sighed with such contentment that I felt like I was on a cloud in the heavens.

Just as I pulled myself off him he ejaculated hard, and it shot all over my pussy and thighs. I moaned loud and apologized in my mind to the hotel staff who would later have to clean up the crime scene of our love-making!

"Ohhh Jimin!" I cried, panting, looking down at the glaze coating my skin, how it caught the golden light of the dim lamps on the nightstand.  Both of us were shining with the proof of our simultaneous satisfaction. Sticky, we both got out of the bed and walked into the bathroom, into the shower, still dazed, stupefied and almost drunk with the afterglow of what happened, huddled together under the jet of warm, massaging water spouting from the shower head. It was quick, the shower together. In no time we were both plush in baby-soft, off-white towels and then cozy bathrobes. We laughed together about nothing in particular, which was the true intimacy, and hugged in the kitchenette, leaning against the countertops.

We were all wet hair with little diamonds of water glittering like stars, our bodies contrasting like the layers of a red velvet cake; a delectable treat for the senses. But I knew at some point the dreamy moment had to come to an end. This will break me, I thought. I wanted to stay in the moment forever. I didn't want to wake from such a perfect dream.

"I..." he started. I paused to look up at him and listen intently. "Call someone to drive you home?" he said, cupping my face in both his hands as I looked up into his sad, gentle eyes. I nodded in response. "Tonight, I really enjoyed it"

"I enjoyed it too" I said, feeling an intense wave of an emotion I had no name for. Was it longing for that which was slipping away? Was it mourning for the end of the dream? Was it the eternal joy of what was to become a memory being mine, and mine alone? It was the feeling you feel when a perfect dream is ending and you know it will be gone forever, yet cherished more intensely, varnished by the idyllic polish of passed time and nostalgia.

"You're truly amazing. Everything about you" I said, hugging him tighter.

"Don't say that" he said shyly, with light laughter. "I'm just me"

"And so cute" I pressed my cheek against his chest and breathed him in one last time. He let me linger there for a few beautiful seconds before we parted.

We both dressed silently, back into the clothes we wore when we met at the club.  It's like we had pressed the rewind button on Time, and the dream sequence concluded with a recap of its beginning. He made some calls on one of his 2 cellphones while I took mine out of my purse to check the time. Had 2 hours really passed since....? It felt like such a short and such a long time, all at once.

Then it was like we had never met. We were both quiet, faces quite solemn. We exited the room and the building separately. He checked us out at the concierge desk while I waited in the hotel vestibule, watching through 2 layers of glass doors. The effect was like watching another world through a portal of water. I smiled slightly, and touched the glass, saying a silent goodbye to that other world. Its warm colors had become even warmer in my mind as the night became a memory. For just a moment he turned around and saw me watching him, and to my shock, he smiled, smiled for real with his eyes and all. His gaze bore right into me, seeing beyond my eyes and into the place in my heart and in my psyche where only he had gone. Where only he had touched. The first and the last. The unbeatable standard.. It was just like when we locked eyes at his concert. I was a drop in a sea of faces and yet, there were his eyes, traveling a universe into mine. And that was the most powerful goodbye I had ever received in my life.

I got into the dark, tinted-window car he hailed for me. I had on a black mask and a hood on.

Sunglasses on despite the dark of the night, Jimin silently opened the door for me, quickly, and I got in. My cab pulled away just as Jimin himself disappeared into a separate black car. I was smiling, eyes closed in the back of the car, thinking of nothing but that wordless goodbye, those dark eyes full of night sky mystery, the languid way with which he had turned away. I opened my eyes and the whole world seemed to be so beautiful. So perfect. Life a never-ending gift.

The night; pregnant with possibilities, stories and the brightest star, streetlights shining colorfully through the windows. The sleekness of the interior of the car and the marvel of the angular buildings of the city outside, so beautiful, so familiar, yet unique to Now. The driver's hands on the steering wheel. The AC blasting, waking me from the daze that I kept falling into on loop, and even though I expected, even wanted my Jimin to at some point forget me, forget this night, all I could about think was his voice when he said, "stay with me a little while", like a song on repeat...

End

[seidenbros]

Don't Panic, I'm a Mechanic - Part 2: The Book

Pairing: Mechanic!Eddie x Shy!Plussize!Bookstore!Reader Warnings: modern AU, female reader, mention of masturbation, bit of smut mentioned, best friend Steve (for Y/N and Eddie), mutual pining, eddie &reader are 29/28 (let me know what I missed) Word Count: 1265 Author's note: here is Part 1, gonna make a masterpost at one point when I have more I guess. Summary: After knowing what book you were reading, Eddie bought a copy himself and man, did it leave him surprised and gasping because he did NOT expect you to read smut. of course, he has to talk to Steve about it, only to find out that you do not just read it...

See Jane Score. Of course, Eddie had remembered the name of the book and had gotten it the day after you all had hung out together. After he’d jumped into the water with you and had to get a bit of distance between your bodies so you hadn’t been able to realise that he’d gotten hard from being this close to you. Knowing just what book you were reading, seeing how shy you’d gotten about it, even flustered, yes, that had certainly made him even more curious.

That was why he hadn’t wasted any time in getting the book, had spent his free minutes at work reading it and he had to say that it was actually kind of interesting. He wasn’t the biggest hockey fan there was, but he knew the terms that were used in the book. He got so lost in the story, that at one point, one of his coworkers had to nudge his head to pull him back, because his break was over. And just when he was getting to the good part.

That night, Eddie lay on his sofa, some music on in the background while he reached for the book. But not just for the book, but for something else as well, because reading what was going on, he felt himself get so turned on. Not specifically because of what was being described in the book, but because he was imagining you and him in that scenario. He imagined his hand between your legs, nearly making you come. Imagined your lips on his stomach and on his dick. All that mixed with the memory of your body pressed flush against his made him come embarrassingly fast. No wonder you liked to read that kinda thing. It was just that he’d never expected you to read that. Not with how shy you always were. Still waters run deep, right? In your case, it really seemed to be true.

The next day, Eddie finished the rest of the book and went to see Steve. They had their weekly movie night, so Steve had already started Netflix and set the popcorn and beers on the table when Eddie arrived.

“Did you know she read that kind of stuff?” Eddie asked once the door opened, holding up the book, his eyebrows raised in question.

“Good evening to you, too, Eddie. Did you leave your manners at home again?” Steve tilted his head to the side, eyeing the book for a moment, before he stepped aside to let Eddie come inside.

“Sorry, sorry, but!” Eddie held up the book and shoved it in Steve’s face. “She's your best friend and you’re gonna tell me you had no idea that she’s reading porn? Try again, Harrington!”

Eddie walked past Steve, got rid of his shoes along the way, before he plopped down on the sofa.

“I have a general idea what she reads, but don’t read the same books, so I don’t exactly know what they are about.” Which was pretty much true. Only that he knew so much more than that, because you talked with him about certain books. And Steve was the one who always got to read the fics you wrote and published on Tumblr. Even the ones that were modelled after Eddie and Jesus Christ were they smutty! The book Eddie had handed to him was probably really tame compared to the stuff you came up with. But Eddie was right, nobody expected that from you. Not at all.

Steve took his seat on the sofa and handed the book back to Eddie.

“Oh well, then let me demonstrate.”

Eddie opened the book to one of the pages he’d dog-eared and leaned forward, his elbows resting on his thighs. He cleared his throat before he read out loud.

“She took as much of him as she could into her mouth and tested the weight of his testicles in her palm.” Eddie glanced at Steve, trying to gauge a reaction from him, but he quickly looked back at the book, skipped a few sentences.

“‘You're so tight around me’, he gasped. She sucked in a breath, his breath, as he pulled out almost completely, only to bury himself so deep she felt him against her cervix.” Eddie closed the book, eyes wide as he looked at Steve. “This is what our sweet innocent Y/N reads?”

“Oh, she’s not that innocent,” Steve said with a smirk, before he could think better of it. “I’ve read worse stuff from her.”

“You have what now?” That caught Eddie’s attention, and he suddenly sat up straight. Forgotten the popcorn, the book, the movies… when it was about you, he gobbled up every kind of information, but that one especially. What was Steve referring to?

“I mean-” Steve’s face was drained of colour when he suddenly realised just what he’d said. “Forget that. I didn’t mean any of that.”

“Oh yes you did, Stevie boy!” Eddie’s eyes sparkled. If he’d heard correctly, Steve had said that you were writing stuff like that yourself, and that… man, he had to get his hands on that. Especially if Steve had already read that!

“”Please, Eddie… Just forget it. I should have kept my mouth shut.”

“But you didn’t, and now I know.”

The triumphant grin on Eddie’s lips made Steve want to punch him. He’d promised you that it was a thing between you two, that he wouldn’t breathe a word. He was your biggest fan after all, and he didn’t want to betray your trust. But he also knew that Eddie wouldn’t get off his back.

“You’ve read what she wrote? I mean, I always knew that she was a creative one, but that? Jesus Christ…” Eddie shook his head in amazement, really needing to get his hands on that.

“Yeah, I did. She’s got quite a few people liking her stuff.”

“She even publishes it somewhere?” Eddie’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head at that, while Steve bit his tongue.

“You don’t know this from me, okay? If she ever finds out I said anything about this, she’ll kill me and then she’ll run as far away as she can!” Because as much as you enjoyed writing all that stuff, you would be absolutely mortified if Eddie ever found that stuff. You’d pack your bags and start a new life in Alaska or wherever he wouldn’t be able to find you.

“Fuck I need to read that!” Eddie groaned, rubbing his hands over his face, through his hair, before he lifted it to tie it up again.

Steve knew that Eddie was into you, he knew that from you as well, and that was what made it so frustrating, because he couldn’t tell one of you without betraying the other, so he just tried to nudge you both into the right direction, but neither of you believed that the other one was genuinely interested. That didn’t mean that he would expose you like this to Eddie.

“Good luck with that,” Steve simply said, reaching for the remote to get to a different topic and start the movie.

“Aw come on, you have to tell me!”

“Nope. I’ve already put my foot in my mouth, so that’s something you’ll have to find out yourself, Munson.” Which… might not be so hard, considering you were both Lord of the Rings fans. Even Eddie had heard you say One does not simply walk into a bookstore multiple times with the same expression as Boromir in the movie. If he put that together, he had your tumblr name.

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[mistress-of-vos]

Once again got all intense about how annoying Ra'sTim haters are. I'm remembering that time on Twitter not long ago when they were calling Ra'sTim i*cest... Yeah I know, Twitter is hell, but come on! 😭

I think it's particularly funny because Ra's is a man who reduces his family to his blood ties and even then he is picky. He *will* disown his children (not hurt them! Do not confuse it!) if he considers he has been betrayed so the proposition that he would see Tim as family... And that Tim would see Ra's as family! It's just so funny to me. Tell me you don't read comics without telling me you don't read comics.

I believe Tim and Ra's (before properly interacting) used to see each other as villain and hero. Period. Tim studies Batman's villains and cases so for him Ra's is synonym of bad guy, extremely dangerous, probably best if avoided. Ra's keeps an eye in all the bats, so Tim (still Robin) is a threat too: awfully loyal to the Batman, highly trained, more likely will provoke lots of damage and won't die. And that's mostly it, until Ra's is forced to meet the bats more frequently due to Damian going to live with Bruce. Ra's is more aware of Tim's abilities, and Tim is more aware of the danger Ra's represents, which I think explains why their meetings go as they do.

I don't think Ra's labels Tim as Damian's brother, but he might label Tim as Bruce's son. Which doesn't mean that makes Ra's *feel* like he's related to Tim, and similarly, Tim labels Ra's as Damian's grandfather, but nothing to him. There's no familiar tie between them, nor is their dynamic close to that, so I do wonder why people look at Ra's saying he wants a heir with Tim's blood and think that's familiar and not low-key homoerotic.

I get it if people dislike Ra'sTim due to the "dark" elements (tho I consider them very tame if compared to ships as Hannigram for example) but there's nothing on them that makes it "i*cest" so I do get mad when people accuse them of so. Particularly when it's the fans of certain Ra's' child and her ship who do so, as if Ra'sTim fandom doesn't actually treat her better than gen fans. Hell, Ra'sTim fics always lean in portraying her nicely, erasing the awkward comic canon and allowing her to have her classical bond with Damian. I have even seen certain tendency to ship her with Bruce (tho yes I admit most fandom goes with BatCat, myself included). So the fact that they have this need of hating Ra'sTim is annoying, because Ra'sTim is NOT the fandom treating their fav poorly nor doing anything wrong.

It's awful that we aren't allowed to like Ra's as his own character, that we aren't allowed to speak freely of the interesting elements of shipping him with MEN. Exploring a queer, individual Ra's al Ghul has taught me a lot about storytelling. Exploring an scenario where he falls in love with someone who contrasts with him the way Tim does has made me realize that fanfiction can be more than "I disliked the ending" and that you can write your own opinions on characters that sometimes other people share. It has been amazing and I adore it.

So what I'm trying to say is... People should stop being these loud, violent haters. There's no need for this. Why can't people let others enjoy themselves?

[thecapricunt1616]

luca was serving more for me this season than carmy was and frankly, as much as it hurts my sydcarmy heart to say this, i would fine if luca and sydney ended up together

obviously i'm still holding out for sydcarmy but i genuinely don't know what storer has in store (haha pun intended) anymore considering the way he framed their relationship

but idk, what are your thoughts?

Ohhhhhhh anon - DO I HAVE THOUGHTS FOR YOU!!! Luca became the LOML this season, He is so calm and - what was that BS that Carmy said about Claire? Ohhh yes!! LUCA is Peace :))) As well as Marcus, I would love to be friends with Marcus. He is WAY too well adjusted for that kitchen thats for sure.

I am holding out for SydCarmy until the show is literally over because this season feels like it could be one of a few things more btc

A: (most likely what happened) This show was never meant to be a romance. But, after S1- and all the fans being like 'wow, idk if its just the actors butttt...Syd&Carmy are cute! And would be a great couple!!' and in the writers room , Chris said- that is it. This is endgame for the show, we will work it in to the 3 seasons we already have outlined. So come season 2 , sydcarmy is ITTTT it is it. Like - we all know this, sydcarmy is IT, everyone goes NUTS and loves it and Storer wasnt ready to see just how much we pay attention to the symbolism that isnt blatant (since with basically any other show out there people dont look as deep into it for symbology as the bear fans do because storer films it a certain way it attracts a certain crowd) - he got mad. he literally got mad that we figured him out. so like a baby he went "NO. WWWAAAHHH I WANTED IT TO BE A SUPRISE LIKE IT WAS MY IDEA IN THE FIRST PLACE!" and shit all over it. Hm. Someone who has something great going for them, and then as soon as it starts actually going great - they SHIT ON IT AND RUIN IT FOR THEMSELF who does this sound like? Someone I think they go by...bear?

B: Second most likely, WILLFUL MISDIRECTION!!!! This was supposed to happen. I kinda knew things would get worse before they got better, but I didn't know THAT much worse. The more I think about it, Carmy wasnt OOC this season - EVERYONE ELSE WAS except for maybe Marcus? Which is CRAZY because the only one that SHOULD be OOC right now IS MARCUS BECAUSE HIS MOTHER DIED!!!! Carmy is turning into his old boss. Point blank period. So his behavior if anything is a tad bit tame. The smoking thing was out of left field I'm still trying to understand that one, but yea. This was purposeful misdirection, because syd needs to be broken down so she can realize why she really isnt leaving (hint- she feels something for carmy past platonic) carmy is still trying to romantisize claire in his head which is why were always seeing them make out. his family keeps bugging him about it and telling him that he needs to be with her so hes trying to make himself see it (he cant he tried in the freezer and can't see her that way.)

C: (least likely) they have 0 idea what theyre doing. sydcarmy isnt romantic, every writer in that room is on drugs or simply stupid, and claire and carmy are somehow meant to be????? when he literally doesnt like her and its so clear.

anywho im going down with this ship. i prefer my blue lotus fic storyline where carmy goes to therapy before this point and doesn't spiral and ruin everything :))) and admits his feelings to syd!!!

[rogerbarel]

fandom asks! 1, 3, 12 <3

1. What is the first fandom you were ever a part of?

I had done stuff like make OCs for Naruto before this, but I consider Kingdom Hearts my first fandom because I was so obsessed with it that I drove my middle school best friend riiiiiight up the wall. 😅 It was also the first thing I sought out communities for online when I was a preteen. I didn't talk much to people (and still get nervous trying to), but I liked to lurk on fanshrines, fanfiction sites, and forums. I wrote a couple fics myself that have long been purged from the Internet, kept what were basically Incorrect KH Quotes in my diary, and spent way too much time at school explaining why the hell I had a shirt that had both Donald Duck and an anime boy on it. The thing I wanted most in my life in middle school yet never got was an Axel plushie lol, and I still consider getting one occasionally to sate my inner child. I had a couple OCs--one meant to be shipped with Axel, another kind of with Larxene, and another just for the sake of having a Keyblade wielder of my own--but didn't do much with them. It'd be fun to remake them and find places in the universe for them now. They probably wouldn't be shipped w/ any canon characters since I don't have the urge to OC ship w/ KH nowadays, but who knows!

I've been a lifelong fan and tried to keep up with the games even when I wasn't able to play all of them. Knowing new KH games would come out in the future is something that's helped me through the hardest parts of my life. I will always be here for the ride!

3. All-time favorite pairing?

Okay, so. Hear me out. It's Kingdom Hearts again, but a ship that would be horrible for each other. They've only interacted a handful of times and canonically cannot stand each other. I'm picky about the ship because it doesn't work if you sand down the edges and make them nice to each other.

I have shipped Larxene and Demyx since I was twelve specifically because it would be awful for Demyx. I don't dislike him at all, quite the opposite. I just like to see cute men miserable, horny, and miserably horny at the hands of sadistic women. I also always liked the inherent sting and struggle in a pairing of lightning and water, how they would hurt each other even if they tried to earnestly communicate. She's too bitter; he's too flippant. Great angst fuel!

On a lighter note, I'm also a really big fan of Tokoyami/Aoyama from My Hero Academia. They're both dramatic weirdos and complement each other with their themes of light and darkness, and I got dragged into it by a friend who had the headcanon that Dark Shadow likes shiny things--and what's the shiniest thing in all of UA?

Lastly, if anybody brings up Anastasia and the baker (he doesn't even have a name 💀) from Cinderella II within a twenty mile radius of me I will start hooting and hollering. I've been rooting for them since the day I got the Cinderella II book as part of the Disney's Wonderful World of Reading program in first grade. Anastasia Tremaine deserves the world and also a cute man who will feed her the tastiest treats for the rest of her life.

12. Craziest thing you've ever done as part of a fandom?

Hmm, I feel like I'm a pretty tame person... Maybe giving one of my online friends my Obey Me login because I really needed inpatient psychiatric care for a couple days but that meant I wouldn't be able to grind for Leviathan's birthday card, which was at that point probably the only thing I was looking forward to in my life. Like I literally hesitated to take my ass to the hospital because I didn't wanna miss out on him. 😭 (This was a couple years ago. My mental health is a lot better nowadays!) (And yes I got the card lol, big shout-out to my friend you are the GOAT.)

Maybe the crying log also counts? I have a count (although it's inexact since I didn't start it until late June) of every time I cry over Roger because I think the combo of his dacryphilia and my tendency to tear up at the tiniest things is funny. One time I started crying because his wet arms are just so beautiful... Some of my friends receive occasional photographic proof when this happens. 😅

[bohemian-nights]

I'm a not a huge fan of Daemon, for me the only cool things about him are his sword and dragon. A few days ago I tried to read some Daemon x reader fanfics just to see how it is and you know, maybe there is something about him that isn't...messed up. But It was exactly what I thought for the most part. It was mostly just D**myra x reader oneshots or Daemon x niece! reader fics. But I wasn't at all prepared for romantic Daemon x daughter!reader stuff and....that was just beyond weird. I can't describe it. I can't fathom how anyone can write such a thing even if it's fictional. There was also a romantic Daemyra x daughter! reader fic....this fandom is getting worse every day. The fact that it was smut just made me completely lose any interest in his character.

The state of Daemon’s fics is not that great. I had to start creating my own because they by in large just weren’t inclusive🙃(even the ones that aren’t incest, and there is still a way to make incest inclusive, have a white reader in mind, but that’s the case with most fandoms).

That being said, I may rag on this man, and I do love to read other people raging on him, but I do genuinely love Daemon Targaryen(he’s the whole reason I started writing fanfiction), I have written Daemon x niece!reader fanfic, and I’m about to start writing Daemon with one(or both) of his daughters…

As a self-proclaimed Daemon stan, he’s the type of character who you either love or you hate.

He is admittedly a psycho(well his show! counterpart has been shown in not the best light and that’s what most of these fics are based on), but he’s got charisma. He’s charming. He has this dark aura about him and there is something so alluring about that darkness.

I mean think of all the other fictional bad boys that have a large fanbase or massive appeal because of their dark and brooding ways. In recent years you’ve got Draco Malfoy, Prince Zuko, Edward Cullen, The Darkling, Namor, Massimo from 365 Days, and Kylo Ren(and now Daemon and Aemond). Go even further back and you have characters like Mr. Rochester from Jane Eyre and the Beast from Beauty and the Beast.

These guys are not “good guys” by any stretch of the imagination. Most of them are terrible people(or at least unpleasant) who in real life you should probably avoid. However, their darkness is appealing, and at the center of most of these stories is a woman who has captured this beastly man’s attention and love(and has changed him in a way).

Now as far as his “fanbase”(they are by and large Dumbnyra stans which is why I stay on my island 🏝️ now) leaning into the whole incest /blood supremacy theme, yeah a lot of it is low-key creepy. I may be hypocritical saying it, but the way they do it doesn’t seem normal especially when you take into account how they treat certain characters like Nettles(who is the one who changes him in canon, but they dislike her and want to acknowledge her importance to him due to her not looking like them😙).

I’ll leave it off by saying if you dislike Daemon most of his fics aren’t going to make you like him because of the nature of the content. No one is trying to show him in a good light. His appeal is in the fact that he’s this powerful temperamental brute of a man that their chosen self-insert (s) “tames”🤷🏽‍♀️

[therealgchu]

fic prompts

i've been at a small 18+ con all weekend, and did a lot of browsing on my phone. it was kinda dead. anyway, there was a fic prompt i saw earlier today, but i wasn't going to try to write something on my phone. that would be ridiculous. so, now that i'm back home, and got a couple hours in tonight, here goes.

the prompt was (i hope i'm remembering this right) someone says they're besotted with you. sorry, i don't remember who suggested the prompt.

this fits into the fic i've been writing for the past few weeks. i applied to a03 about a week ago, and the notification said the application would be processed sometime mid-december. so, i'll put up some stuff here. this is pretty tame, more fluff than anything.

i haven't done fic writing in literally 25 years, so i'm rusty. and, i know i have a problem with verb/noun agreements, and switching noun tenses. expect grammar errors, as i'm writing this on the fly.

Hwa was covered in dust and grime from spending much of the day inventorying resources for their home. They'd just gotten back with a large haul from recent surveying, and she wanted to make sure that they had enough raw materials to get the workshop built. Plus, Cora wanted to decorate her room more.

She heard a box fall, then felt warm breath on her neck and laughed. "You don't want to touch me. I'm grimy and gross, and probably smell pretty bad. There's no ventilation in here."

Sam rested his head on her shoulder, "you look fine to me."

"I don't think where you're looking is where I've gotten dirty," she gave him a cross-wise look. "Anyway, what's in the box?"

"Would you believe more books?" he said. "Cora has gotten into Jane Austen now." The look he made was a mix of confusion and disgust.

"Not a fan of Ms. Austen, I take it?" Hwa asked.

Sam shrugged, "too much Mr. Darcy and Miss Not-Rich-Enough making eyes at each other for too long. Just wanted them to get in on and stop wasting time"

"Personally, I prefer Sense and Sensibility, anyway," Hwa said.

Sam was standing behind her when he got an idea. He started to walk his fingers up her spine. He knew there was a spot in the middle of her back that contained a bundle of nerves. Poke her there, and she would fall over. But touch the area with the softest caress, and it was like a switch.

Hwa felt his fingers climb up her back, and tensed herself. The storage room was neither romantic, nor comfortable, and she felt gross. Instead of a caress, she felt her back get poked, her knees crumpled, and she fell backwards. But instead of hitting the floor, she felt Sam swoop her up in his arms at the last minute, and get carried out of the storage room.

He placed her gently on the ground in front of the porch of the hab, pushing his body up against hers. "You still look beautiful," he said, brushing some dirt from her face.

Hwa laughed, "Is our young Mr. Darcy besotted with the lady he finds before him?"

"Mr. Darcy is about to show you how besotted he is," Sam growled in her ear. He picked her up in his arms again and carried her into the hab.

[lesser-mook]

Superman: The Animated Series (Recommended)

I roasted this back in the day because of how tame his power level was, but this is a young Superman story done right.

This show tackles cool characters & concepts ranging from Mxy to Darkseid to the Legion of Superheroes.

And featuring a Kara (NOT Bore-El) surprisingly that doesn't piss me off with her very existence. Imagine my surprise to find out she's NOT miraculously Superman's Cousin who ALSO just happened to survive the explosion because Jor-EL just HAPPENED to have a brother who JUST HAPPENED to be a Scientist who HAPPENED to have exact same idea to Kara but for some reason not himself or his wife.

Fan-fic tier garbage. GARBAGE.

But Kara In-Ze decent, she's a good kid.

In fact, I wish Kara In-Ze was in that Superman Returns deleted scene when he went back to Krypton, and he finds her on Argo or something. Some of kind of payoff for that 5 years he was gone

Back to the show. Clark is a sassy, witty chad.

He's not some Him-bro purse puppy like someone else I know in recent memory I wish I could carve out of my skull. He's a vanilla dork big-brother (like Welling's take) who's underwhelming enough to sell the role but not overdoing it to point it's cartoonish & annoying.

He’s good at his job, both of them. And the more times he puts on the cape, the more the universe expands, the guy just attracts trouble and all he’s tryna do is the right thing.

I thought initially him not being overtly geeky would've defeated the illusion but in fact he's still so bland as a person compared to Superman he doesn't have to go out of his way to try not be suspicious, which now that i'm thinking about it would make him more suspicious.

And the sass carries over to Superman, this character (from here to JLU) cops attitude A LOT, it's funny see. A very human Superman with a wide range of emotions as he's in this Superhero career, yet stoic and collected and I love it.

Stubborn as an Ox at times, especially as he gets older & develops more of an ego. He's a leader, but not beyond all reason. A good guy, reliable, very human.

In fact, in a lot of ways, a Shonen protagonist with a hint of slice of life..

I like this guy.

Besides Smallville/ Superman/Superman & Lois/ hell even that Lois & Clark show was charming-

This is THE post-modern Superman, done right.

Honorable mention: 40's Fleischer Superman

I recommend TAS to JL & JLU, since it is technically one timeline (though JL S1 he was nerfed to shit), but it's all part of his story.

Top 3 favorite Lois Lanes of all time. 

The music is so peaceful, grandiose at the same time. The composer (Shirley Walker *Rest in peace*) did the tracks justice, she did her part to bring this project to life with a sound reminiscent of Williams work.

I really like the Retro-Futuristic aesthetic of Metropolis and various other set pieces compared to Gotham & Smallville, it genuinely looks like a city of the future. Reminds me of the Jetsons

Check out the making of Superman: The Animated Series, unlike a certain recent sloppy attempt at Superman with a certain "Lois-Chan" this take possesses so much care and thought & premeditated design.

The character writing has that old-school wit to it, it's mature. Well executed. Where most of the characters sound witty, snarky but professional it has the 40s - 1950s chemistry. Very solid. Vs these days where most characters are random, loud, quirky, talk too much and just annoying lol

As far as Superman lore goes, one of the few things they didn't put in there was Eradicator, Superboy, etc. This show COVERS a lot of the groundwork of Superman content. 3 Seasons+ of content- even Livewire is in here.

If I were to have a complaint (and no it's not Kara), it would be the pre-Singer/Snyder era of how his powers are presented and engineered into visual/sound format. I really like how Singer introduced Superman causing sonic-booms

-and how Zack translated his power into fights.

In TAS show it lacks the aesthetic, the punch/emphasis, he's strong but.... it doesn't lean into it enough for me at times.

Kind of like how My Hero Academia has the visuals down 10/10 but the SOUND EFFECTS are soooooo weak, just a punch of whooshes 24/7, it's so frustrating lol.

Again, It's very tame but while it's underwhelming, how he flies is sort of majestic, like he's gliding on the air, very angelic.

And he is young and the later installments pick it up eventually.

And as shown Supergirl represents some good feats too (And I am proud to say that because I actually like this version of Kara)

Surprisingly My Adventures with Lois-Chan tried to mix it up with the sfx & action, but even that show was lacking in so so so many areas, but I'm going to leave that alone for now.

Superman: TAS

grounded Superman version Zack should've did more homework on. Cavill deserved to act-adapt this Superman.

[mynamesaplant]

It Changes, like Water (CH. 6)

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Summary: Akari has just met Gaeric for the first time and is still a little rattled by the experience. Ingo tries to reassure her by telling her a story.

Content Warning: Blood, bodily injury, and wild animal attack

Notes: I've made this in honor of Monsoon-of-Art and their PLA mer au (and just a touch from a different au where Gaeric acts as Irida's guardian). Many of the scenes in this fic are directly inspired by their work, there mer stuff more specifically. I've been a big fan of them since I started playing PLA and I've only grown to love all their characterizations of some of my favorite characters in all of Pokemon.

The last one! Woo~ If you've made it this far, thanks so much for the read. I had excellent inspiration and the power of Lexapro and ginseng giving me strength to write the first new fanfic I've done in months. Between school, work, and trying to sort out my depression and anxiety with medications, its been rough. Writing is one of my favorite outlets, as is Pokemon - not having the motivation or time to do much of either… well, I'm just glad to have them back.

Thank you so much to the community of writers and artists in the PLA and Pokemon fandom at large for inspiring me everyday to make more of the content I love. You keep doing you, guys.

Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy! Don't like to read on Tumblr? Read it here on AO3.

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Ingo finished his story and Akari did not look remotely convinced, the mer grimaced.

“I know Gaeric has a – ah, reputation, but from what I gather, he has come a long way since he was a young man. He can still have a poor attitude regarding strangers, I know that firsthand. His devotion to Pearl clan can be a little misguided, but it is just that, devotion.”

Ingo realized that, again, he was making it sound as though he was excusing Gaeric’s destructive behavior. He didn’t condone it, although he knew some others did. The Galaxy Team’s presence and the mystery of the frenzied nobles seemed very closely linked in the eyes of many, even Melli had gone so far as to begrudgingly praise Gaeric for his grit. When Melli was saying something nice about the Pearl clan, that was when you knew something was wrong.

“What I am trying to say, Miss Akari, is that Gaeric has had his own identity crises in the past. He is not a stranger to misrepresenting himself or acting untrue to his ideals. He no longer permits himself to be that way. He was young once, he raised Lady Irida for a few years and continues to be her mentor – I don’t think he has it in him to harm a young, inexperienced pup like you in the way you’re thinking. So please, Akari, do not think so poorly of Gaeric.”

This plea gave her pause, absently scratching the rough coral exterior of the flute with her nail, its blue color matching the darkening color of the sea as dusk turned into evening. Ingo was asking for her understanding, but more importantly to put faith in him and his clan. In her heart of hearts, Akari knew that what she was doing was wrong. She was lying to a lot of people just to satisfy her own curiosities and desires. Now she had dragged Ingo into her brew of lies. He was asking for her trust, and she trusted Ingo just as much as she trusted her captains or Professor Laventon.

“I’ll… try. He’s not nearly as nice as you.”

“You caught him at a bad moment. Gaeric is nocturnal.”

Oh, so she woke him abruptly. That explained his grumpiness at the very least, she would also be pretty upset to be woken up abruptly by some stranger. Akari also knew for a fact that she looked terrifying before taming her hair and washing her face in the morning. His actions… She couldn’t condone his actions, but there were things that the commander did in the name of the team and Jubilife that she found questionable. There was a lot more grayness to the world, Akari was coming to realize. She hopped off the rock she had seated herself on and asked Ingo to run her across the cavern, where a narrow path between the boulders led out to the forest about a mile from Jubilife.

Ingo knew her fears were at least temporarily assuaged but knew more moments like this would crop up with more interaction with the clans. He would do his best to keep Akari at a distance, but between his clans’ own concerns for him and his mental/physical wellbeing and both clans insatiable nosiness to know more about the small pup that followed him around occasionally, he knew it was practically hopeless. His goal now was to soften the blow as best he could for all parties. It was a precarious position, but Ingo had been treading fine lines for many years now. Who knows, there was the remote possibility that this could be a unique experience for positive change in the clans and humans.

Only time would tell and that was just as unpredictable as the ever-changing sea.

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