#chibi recs

[chibi-celesti]

Lakdjfornwpsmcjkamal!!!

This was hilarious and sweet!! I love it!!!!

The No Eggs before Marriage sent me! Lmfao!!!

Random Moments with Malleus [Malleus x Reader]

Random moments with Malleus Draconia (five parts)

I - Showing Support

He never expected the magicless human to be so bold as to approach him as the last class ended. But, then again, you weren't like all the other people in Twisted Wonderland. Savanaclaw and Octavinelle avoided him like the plague; his reputation preceded him across species and habitats. Those in Heartslabyul uttered his name with the same quiver and baited breath as their own housewarden!

And yet, here you stood, staring up at him with a squint to your eyes that he found both enchanting and amusing. "We fae are enrapturing, aren't we?" he teased, meeting your gaze in a polite bow. He resisted the urge to blow a piece of hair from his eyes.

"Ever so," you snorted as your grin widened. "But in all seriousness, don't you have somewhere to be?"

"Oh, that's right!" Lilia perked up beside him. "There's a--"

THE HOUSEWARDEN MEETING! his mind roared, eyes frantic and glittering. For ONCE he would be PRESENT! Deaf to the energy already swirling around him, the magic sparking betwixt his midnight strands and horns, Malleus disappeared in a plume of smoke.

"Good talk," you coughed, batting away the smoke. Lilia disappeared in similar fashion, bemoaning that Malleus would go straight to the meeting instead of grabbing his official robes. Sebek took off to stand guard outside said meeting as Silver apologized on behalf of all three.

"He really appreciates it," Silver swore, "he always wants to be included."

II - Giving Aid

Malleus doesn't know what stopped him but he felt his muscles coil at the last second and snatch your wrist as daintily as possible. He glared at you, eyes like hard-cut emeralds. "I will only say this once," he hissed, hunched over to avoid suspicion and keep himself quiet, "do not eat anything he offers!"

"Isn't it rude to deny the generosity of the fae?" you tried to wrestle your wrist back. Malleus readjusted his fingers subconsciously, keeping his long nails away from the delicate skin of your wrist. He, Lilia, and Sebek were doing their best to school you on the ways of the fae since you were now a resident of Twisted Wonderland and gifts and etiquette were top priority.

"Only when their cooking won't kill you!" "Heed Master Malleus!" Sebek rounded the corner sharply, growling quietly. You don't know if his sudden presence startled you or if it was the fact he was actually being quiet. "He speaks from experience!" "I beseech you, Child of Man," Malleus begins again as Sebek is summoned to finish setting the table with Silver. "Do not--"

"Dinner's ready! Come and get it!" Lilia's voice echoes in the stone walls of Diasomnia.

You'd heard stories but clearly these were childish exaggerations. Besides, Silver grew up fine and strong! Your confidence in Lilia dwindled rapidly as you looked at a bowl of purple...something...with bits of carrot and some kind of cream drizzled in. Whatever it was, it smelled sweet and smoky and you were concerned.

"A hearty soup!" Lilia smiled as he handed out rolls for said...soup...and talked about how it was a good choice for such abysmal weather outside. Silver steeled himself and relaxed his face as he slid the first spoonful in his mouth.

No help there, you thought as you looked for any hint of what it tasted like before you met your fate. Sebek's method seemed to be eating it too fast to care, much to Lilia's ire. The green-haired freshman ignored the lecture on his manners. You swallowed dryly and looked at anything else besides the soup and Lilia as the first spoonful slid down your throat.

Not too bad. Looks were deceiving! It tasted like purple yam and...coconut milk? The soup was silky and you didn't see what the problem was until you were a few bites in. That next spoonful seemed to breach a layer of shredded carrot and what you hoped was celery as a rush of bitter, bitter, bitter exploded on your tongue.

You don't know how you didn't gag. Silver noticed the flinch in your posture and started talking very loudly about his next training session. Sebek nearly deafened poor Silver as he begged for Lilia to tell you an old story. The old story would keep him occupied far longer than training pointers and regimens.

Should you blot the taste with rolls? They look normal! Or should you just eat it really fast and be done with it? The horrors of the soup deepened as you ate--tiny mushrooms were caught in something winding and kelp-like that hadn't been cut up properly. Something toasted and leaf-like crunched amidst another clump of carrot.

That was your last bite! Whatever that crunch was you were done! You wiped your mouth quietly, sweat beading on your brow as you tore into a roll to settle your stomach. You weren't sure how much time had passed but it was enough to eat two more rolls. The way your insides were dancing, you were sure you'd eaten an alchemy project instead of food.

The bitterness of the soup swarmed you, your guts writhing as you stood calmly. Don't talk! If you talk you're going to puke! you told yourself as you pushed in the chair. Your distress was like smoke on the wind to Malleus. "I shall walk you home, come Child of Man!" Malleus practically dragged you to the front door of Diasomnia. He made the jump to Ramshackle in a burst of green and you puked so hard you almost fell into the brush.

"I have you, Child of Man. It's alright," Malleus cooed, holding you by the waist. You begged him to take you to the tiny bathroom upstairs and he complied, holding your hair as you knelt in misery. "I have you," he assured as you painted the toilet purple.

III - Domesticity

Something in Malleus was riled and rigid when he realized he hadn't seen you all day. His forehead itched as more scales threatened to break the facade of human skin. It was most unusual not to see his Child of Man! Where could they be? Had something gone amiss? Were you injured and in need?

"Something on your mind?" Lilia winced against the building winds as clouds loomed overhead, dark and dreary. Their casual walk from Diasomnia to the main campus ended at the door of Ramshackle. His respectful knocks went unanswered and Malleus didn't know if he was more disappointed or worried.

"Not at all," Malleus lied with a straight face, holding his head high despite his dejection. A light drizzle began as he waited morosely under the shelter of your feeble porch.

"Are you sure?" Lilia put his hands on his hips and peered up at the stubborn prince, brow quirked. The rain drummed harder.

"I--" "Hurry, guys! We have to get it inside!"

The piercing reply died on Malleus' lips as three figures lit up the rain like watercolors bleeding across a canvas. You were running up the steps with your arms full of groceries, Ace and Deuce not far behind. Keys jingling and slipping in your hands, Malleus stepped aside as you, Ace, and Deuce all but tripped over each other to escape the weather.

Had you even seen him? Malleus stood nervously in the doorway, almost feeling like he was intruding on a moment. He forgot that humans traveled in packs for convenience and safety. Something clutched in his chest nauseatingly at the thought of Ace and Deuce caring for you.

He was glad they cared for you and ran errands with you, undoubtedly, but something made him sick all the same. "Offer to help!" Lilia gave him a shove, "Don't be a shadow in the doorway!"

Malleus swung his tail at the fae--not hard, just the end--but it was no use. Lilia was gone, bits of green magic snuffed out by the rain. He cleared his throat, three heads poking up and pooling together to assess the sudden intrusion.

You relaxed much quicker than the other two and he was pleased. Malleus smiled at you. Deuce and Ace excused themselves, something about drying off and changing into spare clothes as you began to root through the grocery bags. "May I?" Malleus drew up beside you, peeking curiously at the eggs and other sustenance you chose for yourself.

"Please!" you smiled so brightly for someone so small and wet. It was quiet adorable! He marveled at the quiet domestic bliss, the simplicity of putting away groceries. It was a novel experience for him since he grew up in a castle with kitchen help. You taught him how to cradle--not crush--the eggs and began to promptly fry up some meat when he accidentally sliced the package with a claw trying to put it in the fridge drawer.

You flipped the meat and motioned for him to sit as you tossed some bread in the nearby toaster. Malleus straightened his posture and nestled into a chair. Or would have, had he not touched something icy. The chair groaned and scratched the floor as he shoved it away with his tail, the appendage tangled around the legs.

"Oh! Hold on!" even if it was an old piece of furniture, you wanted to save it. You didn't have much to begin with. A lone bag clattered to the floor. "I forgot about those!" you laughed to yourself as you snatched up the plastic handle and fished out the item in one swing.

"Ice cream?" Malleus couldn't help but laugh, hand coming up to shield his fangs as he did so. Grandmother always said it was rude to bear your fangs in any situation but a mating ritual or war.

"For when you come to visit," you shook the box of pre-wrapped ice cream cones before putting them in the freezer. You rushed back to your pan with a hurried squawk as you tried to save the burning meat.

"I am most honored," Malleus chuckled as you turned to present him with two plates of toast and slightly burnt meat.

IV - Gentle Nights

He would like to say he used decades of cunning to arrange the wonderful and well-deserved sight in front of him but that would be a lie. It was almost laughably easy to be alone with you. Rare, yes, but easy enough. Lilia was enthralled in his online ventures, Silver was at the mercy of his drowsiness, and Sebek simply honored the wish of his dear future king to be alone with his beloved.

Malleus' heart hammered wildly in his chest at the sight of you. So soft, so smooth, so glorious and ethereal in a matching silk set. If you asked him, he was lounging and mustering all his fae wiles to beckon you into his embrace. If he was honest, the lounging was more being smitten and in awe of you and helplessly begging for a kiss with his eyes because his voice was nothing around you.

"Are you going to get under the covers or just lie there looking all pretty?" you leaned over him, the dragon falling readily onto his back as the heat of your body tickled his side. Your hair framed your face and he reached up to caress your cheek. Oblivious to the gentle tugs underneath him, Malleus snapped to attention when your cold foot snaked under his top. The hiss was ungodly and definitely fae; he recoiled with wounded eyes as you giggled and slipped under the bit of sheet you dislodged.

"Fiend!" he grumbled, throwing the tasseled shawl over you and tying it up. The fae grinned smugly, the two of you nose to nose.

"I'm trapped!" you gasped dramatically, arms encircling his neck. Kisses feathered against his cheek and started a winding path around his face. He slipped under the covers and fluffed them as he tucked them around you.

"Mine forever!" Malleus rubbed his chin against your forehead as he guided you down under his neck to protect you from his horns. His tail beat a steady rhythm into the bed as he kissed the crown of your head.

"Always." you kissed his fingertips, then his knuckles, as you laced your hands with his.

V - Beautiful Mornings

Being fae, he didn't need as much sleep as a human. Malleus relished in the moments of early dawn where the cocktail of oranges and yellows gave you the most beguiling glow as it diffused against the curtains in his room. He rolled carefully to his side to observe you, his happy gurgle low like a gentle rolling brook. Having another set of vocal chords could be quite damning and inconvenient sometimes but he couldn't even hate the way he loved you or how you inspired his draconic body to show it. The housewarden batted an errant strand from the curve of your face, freezing as you twitched.

His heart stilled, falling into a gentle bloom of adoration when you relaxed into his sheets. The smell of you and him in the morning was truly intoxicating. Malleus' pointed ears flexed as the slow shuffle of movement sounded nearby.

Lilia was waking up.

He had only a few minutes more to indulge in this mesmerizing sight before he was accosted. Your hand had wedged itself under his pillow, searching for him even in your sleep. Malleus freed it gently, kissing your palm before folding it against your body and straightening his side as carefully as possible. Tip-toeing to his vanity, Malleus settled carefully in the chair and tipped his hair back for the enchanted brush. Yawning softly into his hand, Malleus flicked a finger to the polishing cloth nearby and pointed to his right horn.

Malleus knew better than to do anything with eyeliner or mascara first thing in the morning. Lilia had a radar for such things and getting stabbed in the eye with a wand grew old long ago. He stared with bleary contentment at his own reflection, at the suggestion of you behind him, as Lilia cracked the door open.

I had suspicions the youngling stayed over! Lilia's eyes flicked from you to him, growing more stern as they did. His brows furrowed. What have I told you about this?

No eggs before marriage, Malleus smirked, eyes and brain waking up and beginning to shine with fae playfulness.

Besides that! Lilia rolled his eyes, I know I've told you--

We've done nothing uncouth, Lilia, Malleus looked away as the lipstick bobbed and pointed at the elder fae threateningly. Or with emphasis. It was hard for Lilia to tell. I just wanted to spend some time with them, Malleus rolled his head slightly as the cloth worked on his other horn, and if you wake them I shall fry all of your technology until it looks like the pheasant you turned to cinders last month.

Lilia turned up his nose at the youngster. Just see that your presentable and downstairs, young man!

In due time, Lilia, Malleus promised. He lined his eyes and fixed his lashes. The young prince was powdering his face when you hugged him sleepily. Malleus squeezed your hand against his chest affectionately as you grabbed the floating brush with the other and tended gingerly to his hair. "Good morning, beloved."

"Good morning, sweetheart." you kissed the scale on his forehead, fixing his bangs like he liked.

"You spoil me," he mused as you cradled his face in your palm and did your best to apply his lipstick. It was hard with him grinning like the fool he was for you.

"I try," you shrugged, now sitting in his lap to get his bottom lip.

"And you succeed." Malleus tipped your chin up and pressed a long kiss to your lips.

[mahoganyrust]

Jackerboy edition. Part 2 switcharoo of face studies.

More chapters of FIMT coming soon btw.

[handledwithgloves]

inspired by this post ❤️

fics where draco takes care of harry >>> lol anyway, mind the tags before you read !! (all of these are completed works on ao3)

running on air by eleventy7 | 74k Teen

such a good read, i cried the whole time, my first ever drarry fic that i read ❤️, hurtcomfort, auror harry, missing draco

two to lie and one to listen by fluxweed | 84k Explicit

so good omg, sad harry, romione are good people, fake dating but not between the main pair lol, 8th year

something there by 1bad_joke | 27k Explicit

god. this story, sad draco, loving harry, ron/pansy, ginny bashing, beauty and the beast/phantom of the opera vibes, 8th year

at your service by faithwood | 95k Explicit

well written and paced, great characterizations of canon characters, draco and harry work together to solve a mystery, 8th year

forgive those who trespass by lomonaaeren | 135k Explicit

mystery/thriller/horror, so romantic, crazy shit happens man idk, missing romione, harry goes looking for them, draco helps

all life is yours to miss by saras_girl | 114k Mature

beautifully written story, reads like a feel good movie from the 60s, so nostalgic, professors drarry, fell in love with draco

the ordeal of being known by louisfake | 146k Mature

great gateway into drarry, my third (?) ever drarry fic i read, mute harry, skilled legilimens/mind healer draco, dumbledore bashing

eye of the storm by OTPshipper98 | 27k Not Rated

god. i cried and i cried, hurtcomfort, skilled legilimens/mind healer draco, catatonic/comatose harry, i loved everyone in this god.

now i know in part by dodgerkedavera | 39k Explicit

blind and semi-deaf harry, caretaker draco, sad draco, loved the ending, god. draco is so sad, hurtcomfort, draco :(

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some honorable mentions:

the name on your forehead | 10k

the way your say my name | 5k

all i have to do | 9k

what's mine is yours | 17k ❤️

sealed with a kiss | 46k

a pulled down shade | 43k

aural gratification | 10k

most arrogant and loving of men | 30k

house proud | 23k

nor all that glisters | 110k

there's no place like home (unless i'm with you) | 40k

a little bird told me | 18k

the gift | 25k

trouble, my old friend | 21k

anything by dustmouth

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look, ik that most of these are rlly popular fics, im typically really picky about re-readability, but i think i would re-read all of these again if i haven't already ❤️ in some of the fics there are pairings that i dislike and bashing of characters that i like, but good writing is good writing idk wat 2 tell u

if you have fics to recc, drop them!! i typically read everything, but i do have my limits (looking at you draco --- i'm pretty picky about him)

[rynli]

cooking again

comic wip

[chibi-celesti]

So good?!?!?! Like ajdhfkrkwbzk skak!!!

A beautiful promise between father and son! One that felt like a silent passing of the torch Malleus is unaware of. One born from loss and reminisce!!

And to just imagine Malleus trying to keep that promise during the harshness of NRC, when, to him, being feel content of being alongside his father is what Mal-Mal’s happy with! 😭😭😭😭😭

Merry Christmas Twisted Wonderland Book 7 has done me irreparable emotional damage.

Contains main story spoilers!!!

Excerpt:

Malleus blinks into the unexpected snow glare, painfully bright on his night fae eyes. For a moment all he can process is the overwhelming expanse of white and the faint bite of cold on his exposed extremities. The scenery settles between watery-eyed blinks, cheerfully painted houses and dark evergreens emerging from the landscape. Malleus raises an eyebrow.

“Lilia,” he says evenly. “This does not appear to be Sage’s Island.”

“I took a detour,” Lilia says, a smile playing over his lips. He bumps a shoulder against Malleus’s side. “I’ve been trying to get you out of Briar Valley for years. I couldn’t let the first place you go be straight to school.”

Malleus shades his eyes, taking in the shape of the village nestled in the valley before them. “Where are we truly?”

“It’s called Harveston,” Lilia says. There’s a note of wistfulness in his voice that Malleus has only previously heard when Lilia speaks of Raverne and Maleanor. He glances sideways, surprised. Lilia doesn’t notice, appearing lost in his own thoughts. “It’s the first place I ever met humans who were kind and unafraid of me, even after learning I was fae.” Lilia’s eyes rove over the village. “It hasn’t changed too much, it seems.”

[anotherferalrat]

Just finished s2 of Link Click gamers...

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[zestials]

zee art dump ft. @r-adio , @spidersins & @gamblins

[random-mailbox]

Random-Mailbox's Favorite Sailor Moon Fics - Week 49 - Proposals

Today’s stories are all about proposals and I think including them into this list is more spoiler-y than usual. Sorry! But they are all amazing ♥️

As always, my apologies in advance for spoiling some of these for you (Fic Titles are linked to either FFN or AO3 entries).

Walk These Old Roads With Me - @queenrisa14

To reconnect with Usagi after his Galaxia-inflicted disappearance, Mamoru whisks her away to the mountains, trying to get over the chasm that has formed between them.

Let's Try This Again…- @areptiledysfunction1107

To make up for his Galaxia-induced botched proposal at the airport, Mamoru decides to rectify things by taking Usagi to check out the Perseid meteor shower and tell her his wish. This one is a lemon.

King of Earth, Fool of Love (and Fashion) - @midnightdrops

Mamoru finally worked up the courage and made a plan to propose to Usagi. That is until the rest of the senshi got involved “to help”

(Im)perfect Proposal - @kaleidodreams

Helios tries his best to propose to Lady Serenity, with everything going absolutely sideways.

Belonging - @tinacentury

This story is set in Sailor Stars if Mamoru DID make it to Harvard but Usagi still didn't realize that the ring he gave her was an engagement one. My favorite part was seeing Mamoru react to one of the best episodes of the season "A Night Alone Together: Usagi in Danger" unfold outside-looking-in. 

The Reveal: Chapter 11: Theme: Secrecy - @kasienda

Mamoru is trying his best to propose to Usagi, except that Sailor Moon and her paranormal activities keep getting in the way. This story is definitely miscommunication done right!

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Next week we will cover the trop of "Locked In" - be it closets, islands or other tight spaces.

Here are the links to the previous Tumblr posts in these series to explore more amazing works based on different themes - make sure to check them out if you haven't had a chance! (Click on title name to go to the post) - I will keep updating the list every week as new posts come up:

Week 1 - Groundhog Day

Week 2 - Established Relationships

Week 3 - Sex Positivity

Week 4 - Unfinished Stories

Week 5 - Darker Stories

Week 6 - Potions 🧪

Week 7 - Reveals

Week 8 - 👻Halloween🎃

Week 9 - Wrong Perceptions

Week 10 - Non-Senshi AU

Week 11 - In-Progress Fics

Week 12 - Mutual Pining

Week 13 - Enemies to Lovers

Week 14 - Slow Burn

Week 15 - Christmas Part 1 - Ugly Christmas Sweaters and Santa!

Week 16 - Christmas Part 2

Week 17 - New Years

Week 18 - High School AU

Week 19 - Slice of Life

Week 20 - Coffee shop AU

Week 21 - Huddle for Warmth

Week 22 - Friends to Lovers

Week 23 - ❤️Valentines Day❤️

Week 24 - Do a Grouch a Favour Day (or Cheer Up Fics)

Week 25 - Soulmate AU

Week 26 - Amnesia Fics (and resources)

Week 27 - 🍀St Patrick's Day🍀

Week 28 - Fix it Fics

Week 29 - Prompt: Mug

Week 30 - Flowers

Week 31 - Traditions

Week 32 - Dreams

Week 33 - Friends

Week 34 - Body-Swap

Week 35 - Medical Assistance

Week 36 - Sex Pollen

Week 37 - Psychometry

Week 38 - What If

Week 39 - Missing Scenes Part I

Week 40 - Green Jacket

Week 41 - Dr Chiba

Week 42 - Birthdays

Week 43 - Fluff

Week 44 - First Kiss

Week 45 - Reviving Shitennou

Week 46 - Tutoring

Week 47 - Thunderstorms

Week 48 - Food

[akkivee]

jyushi will hook you up with the finest the romance genre has to offer, kuukou will provide you with recommendations across all genres where nature is a prevalent factor, and hitoya’s your guy if you’re feeling exploring the thought of socioeconomic rights or dramatic coming of age young adult novels

[saetoshis]

here r some lil ss of a few animes i watched/rewatched recently while taking a break w my thoughts in the tags KFHAJAKLA 😋😋

[shutterandpencil]

“Mako’s Puzzle”

No, she doesn’t know where that piece goes but she’s making an effort. 

[silvernight-m]

I love his mustache so much😭

After you ofc mi amor🫂🧡

BUT THE BLUE SCARF ONE EVEN HAS A BAND AID ON HIS NOSE🥹

Winter Lockley ❄️

Buy me a coffee! • Linktree • Commissions Open!

Small Jake I made for @silvernight-m cause she’s the best 🧡🤍💙

[jenibearx3]

a quick rundown of all the books I read and dropped in 2023, all 73, lol. (ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡ㅤ

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[usagisbanexd]

+ SUPER SOLDIER SAILOR STARS #11 * _) _) >>C===3 :-* Kawaii Slash Lovers Collide Cosmic Paradise // Sailor Moon/Pokémon/Potterverse Altfic Crossover, CHAPTER 1.0.011

1.0.011 AMI/SHIN/HERMIONE PLATONICA IRONICA, MAMO WAITING IN THE WINGS

Shingo has never seen Ami shit.

            Does Ami know that? She tries very hard to think of a reason why, she tries all the time. Shitting is comfortable, shitting is warm, you flush and then disperse.

            Shingo says ‘Water is efficient!’ with a finger raised. Shingo hates facts, and he hates Ami, and he loves his secret television and the whispers of the wind on the water. And if only his sister knew. And if only Ami saw the moonlight kiss his skin, then she would love him. But he knows that.

            The girl is asleep standing up. She’s always tired around boys. She thinks she knows why, but madness calls like a clang. That’s Shingo banging his head against the counter, far off in Luna’s lullaby. Don’t make me call Artemis, says Mina. Mina in the mind’s eye. Mina typing. Mina has a broken keyboard. She stole Shingo’s laptop. She did it on a loan. Shingo loves Ami. Ami prepares for takeoff. She can do this. ~ MINA, SIGNING OFF ;d xoxo AMI-CHAN, BELIEVE!

            Ami thanks Shingo. Shingo, quizzical, unknowing. Does this word have two Zs? She knows the answer. Fuck. Oop. Whoop. He knows the answer. Sick in his stomach, sick in his gut, a light turns off. Does Ami control the lights? He knows the answer. He thinks upon himself to mark his grave.

            He types with her.

            Easy, he thinks. Dissect me. Mina giggles with her mouth covered in Rei-chan’s stupid wet dream. Shingo knows all about Rei’s stupid wet dreams, knows he’s the man with his hand in the mirror, knows he’s the one for Mina, Mina P, Sailorvenus, Sailorfirst, Sailorstardeath, Sailorcomeincubus, Sailorsurroundsound. Does he love his sister’s decoy? Does he love pie? And Pizza Palace? And soft imperialism. That’s Ami’s inbred thought. DESTROY. Dream of men.

            Dream on. ~ Ami & Mina P, holding hands in the summertime. Mina sickens. Not the effort of a needle but the force of the ejaculate. She feels like a frog on a coffin, her entrails stretched and neon bleating. Ami, use your henshin stick! It’s okay to have a henshin stick.

            Shingo grabs the popcorn.

            Does Ami balk? I don’t balk. I don’t think. I move. The emperor over all assumes the throne, does it alone, does it for me, me, for me, Ami, stop, what are you doing? I’m on the phone! She’s dead.

            She’s in space. Omniscience kills. Only secret agents can handle it. I am one. Born one. Born on the wrong side of the tracks. Born to kill. Born to believe. Never to bear children. The emperor sickens. I weaken the earth. Shingo, you’re in love. Shingo, I’m not okay with that. I grow up. Why am I trying? The path hurts me. Elios, come.

            I am in the sun. I bear gifts.

            How? say Endymion and Ami, their eyes like quadruplet saucers overbearing the earth. You come to conquer heavens, say the sun’s bright rays, and through Shingo’s mouth the light is shafted like an eternity in waiting. Throw another monster at the fire. I’ll pick it up. Shin lives, Shin springs, Shin dances like an eternal dancer in the jowels of heaven. Never stop fighting, that’s a soldier’s job. Mina knows we’re at the fore, all of us, together, forever dancing. Shingo the greatest senshi lives to great again, and Ami in her maggot mind the whole time stealing the egg. Venus knows it’s a pearl we wear on our finger, and Endymion believes, and all know shining victory. But sister is dead, and Mom is crying, and together we stop time to watch a movie.

            Is this really happening? says Ami.

            Why not? says Mina P, stepping over herself to help a friend in need. I came upon you sleeping and thought you deserved to wake.

            You’re not neurotic at all, says Ami.

            My mom, says Venus, becoming a critter in the arms of a little goy that should be picking its nose. Is this crazy? thinks the goy, knowing full well that birds talk better than mice.

            Mice pee on each other, says Shingo, a fact he learned from trial and error. He had a mouse. It crawled aboard his hand and passed from left to right, and Venus says he’s at the right hand of the Father, and she says so with a finger pointed crooked to heaven, and she does so for Ami and for fortitude, for Mercury’s bubble magic, for peacetime and for those who dropped the bomb, blond-haired blue-eyed -shelles, perfect in their mystery, presaging holy famine.

            Did we have to? whines Shingo, his eye like some great mystery overtaken by alchemical omniscience. Why does she not love God? Both of us have together the arms of Helios, and Mina would say holds, and Umino says yes, and Ami knows he’s good at English, that his passion is reading in the summer, that he sits at his window and plays cards, that he collects, that he loves the pretty pictures. And so does Mina. Umino her greatest ally, her passionfruit, her forager. Umino the bird dropped out of the nest. Is Shingo a bird?

            Keep googling me, Ami. Keep trying to win your war. I and the sun will go like lightning before the gods with our hands washed clean. Drink from the Rivers Lethe and Mnemosyne. Last night I did it, too. If you were there with Jim Jones, what would you have done?

            Died, says Ami. We have similar interests.

            Ya, says Shingo, thinking of Mina. Mina in her red satin haircut, loving togetherness, loving the oval, holding the heart aloft like the cornucopia of victory granted to her by foreign dignitaries, or some great god, or Salmon Rushdie’s greatest cliches. It’s Salman, says Shingo. I said that, says Venus, who thinks we’re all going to die when we’re damn well ready, and I can be Trinity if I want to, and Ne Yo’s waiting in the wings, white-haired, ready to jump with me off the balcony to certain Crouching Tiger, and Crystal Tokyo is immense, and we’re all there, and we’re ready, and let’s do this slow. Ami, get off the computer!

            Shingo smiles a weakening one. Enslaved by his stomach, always wondering what he ate when Ami’s around. How does Venus love this girl? Beautiful orange, beautiful blue, moss-headed. Does she think she knows everything? Silly girl. Don’t be Hermione Potter without finger-wagging. Remember, stale fish don’t get caught.

            Mina’s over idioms. She died for God. She feels the sun, it turns her skin orange. In Crystal Tokyo, imbibing at her bedside a cocktail of ambrosial margarita two days expired, she thinks she’d be more glamorous if it was ten weeks expired, and so does Shingo. Where’s Usagi? Oh, right, she’s dead.

            Ami thinks that’s okay. She never thought Usagi was her mistress. She never gave her that coy embrence. Never thought eternity waited in the malice. It’s Mina’s shoes, they’re too tight. That’s her mother talking, her southern mother, born and braised in Nipon, Italy, Nipon, Italia, Nipon, Light Stroller, Nipon, ETERNITY IS TALKING. FOR ONCE AND FOR ALL I LOVE SHINGO. ~ AMI

            Baby, why you always lying? Shingo, get off Tik Tok. Bu- bu-.., I have no man! Mom, I need forty eight dollars to buy me a slot machine.

            You can do it with forty eight hours of effort, says the emperor, forgetting himself, splitting off Endymion’s thigh like a hunk of wood dispersed from his engine. What does Ami mean? She’s helping stabilize the vortex. Always with that fucking vortex. Usagi’s dead.

            “Hi,” says Setsuna, laced up black falcon pumps the size of eagles beating down pigeon-toed loving the secrets of black dirt. Her journeyer’s staff resting against her side, a Greek god frozen in repose, thinking in stalagmites, thinking in isolate. Those are Ami’s teeth, beware. There’s nothing this girl won’t do for the sake of her nostrils, sniffing out the causes of entropy and diagnosing herself sick with fever. All of us slaves to the emperor. I have an idea, slave to women, birth more men.

            He’s trying, says Shingo.

            Mina funnels a shrug until it’s infinity shrinking on the right side of her mouth, and feels sick. Who to call? The Batphone. Barbara Gordon, glamor, wigs. She misses her dad, keeps his picture in her wallet, something branded and incomplete, a perfect picture of a world without Rei. Sigh. Rei. Love. Hearts. Confusion. Ruling thunder. And then Mako approaches, Mako from death, Mako the walking corpse. I miss Bunny. My pet bunny, not Usagi. She can handle it. Everybody, quick, look to the stars!

            Shingo dives eternity and thinks of Mamoru, his black eyes, his face, his cutting silhouette. And his sister in repose, waiting in a glass tank to be fired off to space. And what’s wrong with that? What’s to think he did it? She lives. She always lives. He’s seen wings burst out of her back. She’s fine. Wait. That girl dies. Does Ami know?

            Yeah, babe, she says, and Mina shakes her head. “In the common tongue, babe is used to intimidate competing uteruses! It’s mathematical,” she says.

            “I know,” says Ami. “The emperor is making me say that.”

            “Leave him,” says Mina, snapping up a book, “another man will take his place. All hail Queen Usagi, Lordess over dustmites. Sleep eternal.”

            “That’s Beryl talking,” says Ami.

            “Beryl’s his penis, stupid. Think about it. What does he do all day, that Tuxedo Kamen?”

            “Fights crime,” says Ami at his behest, at the throne of the emperor.

            “Why are you so loyal?” asks Mina. “He beats her.”

            “He tries,” says Ami.

            I beat him, thinks Shingo. He doesn’t mean it.

            “He’s trying to be someone,” says Ami, quizic, fizzic, physical, fizzy. Shingo opens up a dictionary. Dad’s gift to a sick puppy. Chain him to a rock and watch the ocean rise. Ami taps her finger. The sea level. Shingo’s stomach is sick, and it’s not in his head, and he really has a healthy grasp on reality, doesn’t he? ~Ami

            He tries, says the emperor, heavy-headed, split Zeus, a milkshake. Shingo and Ami dream of milkshakes. Venus watches on from a vantage. She never had a little brother, somebody to put in make-up and tie to an office chair. She never had a staircase, only stone steps leading up to a dungeon, and endless streams of wheat. And where is Mako? In the arms of a mother, hoping the dark will leave her eyes. Does Ami know? Can Mako be reached? Will this dastardly duo get away with their crime? Avaunt, to Ganymede.

            “I hope,” says Shingo, “Mom makes something for breakfast.” She can’t stop crying. Usagi gone. Dad dead of a heart attack on the living room sofa. And all Mom does is the laundry, her heart locked away from me cold. Usa could elicit her tears, illicit her embrace, it doesn’t work like that, but don’t you see, Ami, that it does? And the sun the deliberator waits for Mina’s face, and Ami hugs Shingo from a vacuum, and it's mist on his skin, and Mist, and Ami’s learning, and thinking all the time, and relaxing to a parachute slid from the water on vestigial planet mercury, an ace in the hole of a torpedo. Wince. Don’t put things in there! It’s little.

            Last night you did desire it, says mercur. And you’re leaving me for another woman again, says Shingo, says Mamo, but I love you. I’ve always loved you. Leave my sister and this won’t happen. She’s fine.

            She’s off in hell chasing the devil, says Mamo, and you’re on her laptop in the future arguing with the past to get better grades.

            Don’t spank me in front of this dyke, thinks Shingo, says Shingo, knows they’re watching and it’s complicated. Knows Michiru’s sad beauty.  Knows the harp she plays. Knows her expertise on every instrument. Michi, goddess Columbine, sad-eyed lady of beautiful Serenity, Moon Queen’s favorite daughter. If only my toes were pointed that way to God, then Ami shouldst know there were a heart in Egypt. Thanks Emperor Venus, the mommy at my breast. Whoop. Mamo, I’m IMing you to talk about my research paper.

            It’s homework, says Ami. And you can but I don’t advise it, and far off the goddess Hekate jangles her keys, and how beautiful, how pretty, how insightful, how livid. Thinking of her all of my life. Should I go down? On Pansy, says Hermione, faintly glowing, and the spell reverberates from across the pond and brings us back to the shattered remnants of Tokyo City after the bomb. Don’t play with magic, says Mina P, vocoded to hell and back again, unless your heart’s in it. Shingo, talk to Hermione.

            I hate Hermione, thinks Shingo, appearing insignif. Never thinking why he tries. My horoscope says Ginny Weasley, Mom, now go do my laundry.

            I hate it, thinks Hermione, roiling in her grave. From the distant future a worm spouts like ‘Exascerba!’ and Entrifigus Proto Entropoalises the arsonigophical compound. Ron, you’re the worst typist in the world.

            I love Hermione, he tells Venus, but how the fuck did we do that with these notebooks?

            Riddle did it, says Harry, masturbating furiously under the covers to gay porn. Neville’s arms. Draco’s smile. Pinned against the stone wall, glistening, and Cho my wife, my trophy, my shining glory. And Cedric, valiant Cedric, turned to dust.

            Get off the computer, says Ami. Go outside. Be afeared by that wizard from across the sea, coming with the light of Aslan to marry me.

            You’re too young for him, girl, a random gay man in an M4M chatroom. Not for me, not his reference, I’m mistaken. Dream on.

            I think I’m going insane, says Ami to Hermione, thinking quickly, and Hermione smells the sparks as they shoot through the air. Her bones. The force. Harry’s dead. He’s been this way for years. Ever since he found gay porn on Dudley’s computer my hypotenous --- Ron, stop typing, I can do it. There’s this thing called Spell Check, Harry thinks for Ron thinking for Harry, and the two of them stop fighting in the past and make up. You have Draco. I have Mione. We’re all going to be okay.

            But I’m not okay, Mione, I presageth famine. And how did the sun get a Facebook?

            It’s centrifugal, says Shingo, but men don’t let themselves participate. He winks. Ami smirks. Evil little rat. It has no name. Rats are rats who run the game.

            This is insane, says Hermione, meeting with her first time with her soulmate, emperor from across the sea, global Chinese cash money billionaire. What about Viktor? asks Venus, hating their perfume, hating the smell of their centrifugal forces, and the ugly dress they wear. All in the same outfit, all the time, for fun. Fashion lives through entropy like a burning eagle, and Shingo and I share looks from beyond the grave. Usagi is dead! Who are you?

            Hermione Granger, says the Ouija board, and if Ron misspells another word, I’m done doing his homework. And my dad’s a dentist. And I’m strong and proud. And Pansy Parkinson has a nice ass. And don’t panic, lady, we can refine this. It’s our fault this shit doesn’t work as expected. Where’d that come from? Shingo points upward, Mina fumbles in a trash can for the cigarette she saw hidden beneath an apple peel. Dead girls get what they want. Mione knows. She’s in the toilet of a nightclub in southwestern France having a cry. Viktor was supposed to meet her there. She wore her wedding ring, the one she bought for herself with Ron’s money, and she tears up when she thinks of Arthur Weasley walking her down the aisle. Arthur Weasley the knight, Arthur Weasley the captain, Arthur Weasley the centrifugal force. How do you make those symbols on the computer?

            They’re mugs, says Ron, typing from home. Dad bought him one last year.

            “All he does is talk to Japanese girls and look at porn,” said Ginny that summer, irate, ifrit, enlarged, her ancient ensign the bloody insignia of a girl who gets her period in plain sight. Borgiac, Borgiastic, Borgia indulged. Where’s Hermione? I’m going to teach her to inhale this time. Yes, baby, I fucked Dean Thomas, yes, he had a bigger penis than you, yes, I speak Japanese. Ni how, Hermione, there’s nothing to it.

            Arthur Weasley knows a Muggle, a little boy in Japan named Dan. He thinks with a camera in his eye, prizing the world away from its southern understanding. We flip poles, says Hermione, we’ll never find you.

            Don’t be Tom, says Ginny, and something goes on with her eyes. She puts the journal down spine up and wishes for a cigarette, for something to dispense with moment by moment, and Tom’s warm pelvis is on her throat. Was that wrong? If only she’d met the perfect man when she was the perfect woman. If only Cedric had never died. Now we’re saddled with two little kids and a perfect future threadbare on a couch, living in Grimmauld Place, a gay man’s perfect fixer-upper, and Harry’s awkwardly timed erections the stuff of a woman who’s outlived her dreams. I’m going to go to Cordoba, she thinks, but first I’m going to finish my first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and I’m going to tell my dad it was stupid of him to make me believe I was allergic to chickens.

            Does all slash end well? thinks Ron.

            “You just keep scrolling until you see the word ‘cock,’” thinks Ginny to Venus to Hermione, and all along the Watchtower, villains take their places, and dead heroes dropped the bomb, and we’re doing it now, on Nagasaki, and that’s Muggle magic, and yes, it’s greater, and yes, that’s Chomsky, and yes, that’s all okay.

            Who dropped the bomb on Nagasaki? asks Shingo, red-faced, and Chiba-sama replies, daring her panties in a bunch. In a knot, baby, but Usagi’s dead. And Harry’s gone into the forest, and Neville the conquered hero, and such is the case with heroic women, poised to die for the sin of Eve. Shingo puking. Shingo laughing. Shingo trades himself the Eevee. Red and Green. Mina says it’s Christmas. Her diary’s leaking. Bubbling. Frothing. And where is my Mamo-chan? What’s this feeling in my chest? Should I write him a love letter?

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oh man, whoever made my theme doesn’t have their blog name anymore so I can’t edit my theme’s HTML since it’s outdated

[littlekidsteve]

Does that mean Scott now has an Uncle Ben?

*spider-man music intensifies*

She Fantastin’ on my Five til I Cyclops.