#flawless universe

[inkykeiji]

Mint green with flawless Tomura

prompt: mint green series: flawless au warnings: reader likes mint chocolate chip ice cream, hints of a toxic relationship words: 510

“I don’t know how you can eat that,” you say, nose scrunching up. “My teeth hurt just looking at it.” 

“Don’t look at it, then,” he snaps, the lines of his lips dyed a syrupy cyan, confection liquified by the heat of his mouth. 

But you just can’t help it, the monstrosity on a sugared cone continually drawing your eye no matter how hard you try to ignore it, looming in your peripheral vision like some sort of Lovecraftian horror.

It’s three scoops tall, with funfetti birthday cake as it’s base, speckled with colourful sprinkles and ribbons of icing running through the vanilla cream, followed by bubblegum cotton candy, pink rippled with teal, and topped with cookie monster; a heaping scoop of blue ice cream, laden with chunks of cookie dough and topped with a slice of a chocolate chip cookie, stuck in the cream. 

It’s a cavity waiting to happen. It’s several cavities waiting to happen, and you wince reactively, features twisting in phantom pain, teeth stinging. His tongue slithers from between his gooey lips, slick muscle tainted some nightmarish colour, and curls vindictively around his ice cream, gathering a mountainous glob and chewing it, a responding hiss inhaled through your clenched teeth.  

“You’re just weak,” Tomura continues, eyes narrowed. “And I don’t know how you can eat that.”

Ruby eyes stare pointedly at the drops of mint green ice cream dribbling over your knuckles, the icy treat melting rapidly in the July sun. 

“It really isn’t that bad,” your tongue darts out to lick at the dollops of sugar smeared across your fingers, doing little in the way of cleaning it up, saliva watering it down to a translucent turquoise, sticky and shimmering, pooling in the gaps of your fingers. 

“It really is that bad, and I can’t believe I’m dating a psychopath.”

“A psychopath?”

“Only psychos eat mint chip ice cream,” he reasons simply, shrugging a shoulder. “No sane person enjoys mint in their chocolate.”

Bubbles of incredulous laughter barrel up your throat, warm and tingling as they pop on your tongue, and he joins in, chuckling, his gaze mollifying beneath your amusement. His teeth are stained blue from the artificial dye, giving his smile an almost uncanny characteristic to it, eerie and wolfish. 

“Oh? And is that a fact?”

“It is a fact,” he confirms. “Ask Kurogiri.” 

You can’t help but giggle again at how direly serious he is, as if Kurogiri truly is the end-all, be-all wealth of knowledge in this life, his information gospel, his words final. You suppose in Tomura’s world, he is.

It’s cute, in Tomura’s trademark endearingly entitled kind of way, that he’s so staunchly confident in his statements; so sure that he’s correct, so sure that his custodian would confirm the validity of his claims in an instant. 

“A sugar fiend and a psychopath,” you sigh wistfully, resting your head on his shoulder. “What a pair we make.” 

“Could be worse.”

“Worse? How?”

“We could both like mint chip.” 

“Oh, yeah. Then we’d be real menaces to society.” 

authors note: tomu definitely refuses to kiss you until you have, as he so eloquently put it, rid your mouth of that horrid mint flavour, shoving various different candies and sodas at you in a desperate attempt to eradicate the offensive taste. 

[samuelroukin]

love this website because someone will go "#how does he look so gooodddddd" and then u scroll back up and it's like. he literally doesn't <3

[ballwizard]

more transfems with shitty facial hair in fantasy settings.... more transmascs with boobs in fantasy settings....

[phoenixcatch7]

Bit of a shame I left hp before I entered svsss because one of my favourite tropes at the time was 'dumbledore calls in External Support from different fandom during ootp and they show up to grimmauld to help (and utterly upstage everyone in the process)'.

And needless to say Sqq, at any point, would have been perfect.

Like. He's a teacher too. A scholar. Secretly from the modern world so he'd have no trouble with its intricate and mysterious workings, incidentally making himself look very cool and competent in the process. He'd have So Many Opinions. He'd incite bloody war with umbridge. He'd project his feelings for sj onto Snape with a side of commiseration for his role and fate. He'd mostly pretend to know so much less about hp than he actually does (which, hilariously, he canonically name drops in svsss, AND his system is pretty heavily implied to have previously worked in, like wow). He'd be constantly comparing Harry with lbh. He'd have a running internal dialogue bemoaning the world building, the characters, Harry's fate, the general decision making process, maybe some death of the author. Geeking out about magic. Raiding the library whenever he's free.

He might bring his students as part of an exchange, he might bring a fellow peak lord if it was a serious mission (liushen anyone?) he could bring adult lbh. Maybe sqh? Or sqh could be the messenger with the system and/or mbj.

A self aware character who couldn't live with himself if he didn't at least try to change Harry's fate whether or not he actually likes the kid? He could canon that divergence before you could say horcrux. That kind, oblivious, smoking hot exotic teacher who had people ruining their lives for him in a world that was used to people that pretty and also hated him specifically?? The hogwarts students wouldn't stand a CHANCE.

Man the scenes are coming to me so strongly I almost want to write it just as a like. Satire piece or something. Just Sqq ripping everything to shreds, accidentally or not. Diatribes on the author biases. Unintentional themes. Iffy world building choices. Nothing new, but through the lens of svsss' Sqq it'd be something for sure XD.

[homunculusalphonse]

god i'm tired of steven universe praise always including the vague "it was still VERY problematic tho". lmao WHY is it THIS problematic. because every time i do research about it, it's always the same old arguments and essays from 2016 that did not age well and that come from questionable ppl. or those 1 or 2 hour long videos tearing su to shreds.

can i PLEASE just see ppl complimenting the show without always bringing the "it's problematic" card.

[alasy]

this book literally made me *blush*. i. blushed. my cheeks flushed. i looked at the mirror and my face was red. because of a romantic confession. i...... i'm beyond gone.

[fonthoura]

The thing that upsets me most about the bad reception that Steven Universe Future got is how it is everything everyone ever wanted, and when they got it, it was suddenly bad and unnecessary.

What I mean is: I constantly see people in multiple fandons complaining about how the original media doesn't acknowledge the character's trauma, how in Criminal Minds, for example, people talk about how Spencer's trauma is ignored despite him going through hell, or in Teen Wolf, how no one's trauma is addressed, and, as I now am watching Star Trek, it's clear that, rarely, the trauma is a central piece.

And I understand, it's for the forwarding of the plot, we can't always focus on the effects of the horrors if we want to get going, if we stop to address it, then it becomes real and, sometimes, the plot suffers for it, and, to be honest, that's the reason I read most of the fanfics I read, to see the trauma being addressed in a controlled environment.

And then there's SUF.

Where they didn't take an episode, they dedicated an entire epilogue series to the trauma that the events of the original cartoon caused on our main character, the horrors he lived and saw robbed him of his childhood to the point where he feels he doesn't have a life or purpose if it isn't almost dying for the greater good.

We have it, it's there, it may not be perfect in some way or another, but it's a piece that shows how he doesn't and couldn't save the whole galaxy and come out unharmed, well, no problem. It's harrowing to see a kid realize what he went through, but it's important.

And still, people complained, and still do, even when it's basically a 50k words hurt/confort fanfic about the horrors we meet along the way and people hate it??? Sounds fake to me.

TL/DR: Steven Universe Future addresses trauma and, even though people always want the character's trauma to be acknowledged on screen, they seem to have received SUF rather poorly, even when it does exactly that.

[aalghul]

senselessly hating on a character ≠ talking about the characters flaws and failings (which make them compelling and worth engaging with) is still kicking people’s asses

[starflungwaddledee]

while looking into your very normal waddle dee, I thought of a song that might fit them. If my read is off, I hope it's one you can still enjoy regardless!

Imagined Flight - Mili

Good morning // Rewind your clockwork mainspring Unite yourselves as one // For the good of everyone

h...haha.... :) haha! oh! i'm very normal about this :')

... c... cannot confirm nor deny how very accurate your read might be wrt some of these lyrics... :'))))

[one-winged-dreams]

I feel so fucking dead inside over this recent WoW fuckery but I have to say, going from the WoW mutual to the Squeenix mutual is not the direction I expected things to go

[saturnshari]

tiny fandom rant

thinking abt how being an Intellectual Brown woman isolates me from fandom experiences bc since i call out orientalism/racism against swana and my people in media that makes me too "anti" but the shit id be into and ship since i was 13 would land me 100ft deep into "proship" territory....

[inkykeiji]

Cant stop thinking about 26. Sickness + flawless!Tomura

prompt: sickness warnings: daddy kink without the kinkiness, mention of drugs, tomu is a brat as always words: 832

A stifled sigh sits heavy and stagnant in Kurogiri’s chest, tender hands rearranging the damp washcloth folded over Tomura’s forehead, fingers brushing back stray strands of silver. A beep sounds from within his pocket, and he reaches for the thermometer shoved in Tomura’s mouth, glass clicking against his teeth as Kurogiri removes it, that suppressed sigh finally escaping his nostrils. 

A fever of 101 degrees.

“I’m fine,” Tomura snaps, but it comes out as more of a whine, stringy and petulant. “Just gimme another bump and I’ll be good as new, promise.” 

“This isn’t a cocaine withdrawal, Tomura,” Kurogiri says sharply, narrowed eyes glancing at his charge for a moment before refocusing on the glass thermometer between his fingers. “Though you’re going to get one of those, too, if this sickness progresses.” 

“What?” 

“You’re ill,” Kurogiri responds flatly. “A virus of some sort is my guess, though I’ll have Doctor Garaki stop by immediately to confirm.”  

“No,” Tomura groans out the word long and drawn, head banging against the pillow, fluffy silver tufts bouncing with the motion. “Not that quack again.” 

“He’ll be here in an hour or less.” 

Despite Tomura’s protests, Doctor Garaki does arrive in under an hour, murmuring to a grumbling Tomura that he’ll only be a moment, and verifies Kurogiri’s suspicions within fifteen minutes. 

“It is, indeed, a virus,” he tells you as he closes the door to Tomura’s bedroom. “Nothing to be too concerned about; it should sort itself out in a few days or so. Lots of rest, lots of fluids. If his fever climbs any higher, call an ambulance.” 

On the other side of the door, Tomura lays restless in his bed, legs twitching and tangled in the heavy comforter, face scrunched in irritated discomfort as he shifts, flopping from his back onto his side with more aggression than necessary.

“Baby,” he whimpers when he notices you’ve entered, arms outstretched and yearning, a deep pout etched into his face. “Come cuddle with Daddy.” 

You do as your told, ever his good girl, supposing that even Daddies need comfort from their little babies from time to time, too. 

He latches onto you the moment you’re close enough, pulling you down and hugging you to his chest, his own personal teddy. He doesn’t look well, eyes sunken and encased in a sickly purple, normally chapped lips cracked open and embellished with dried blood, skin sallow and clammy, having lost most of it’s natural colour. Clumps of silver, damp with cold sweat, cling to his forehead, teeth chattering together delicately, jaw flexing as he tries to stifle the movement. 

Frowning, your fingers find the hinges of his jaw, rubbing gentle circles into them. 

“How are you feeling?” 

“Like shit,” he huffs, nose scrunching up. “I hate this. My whole body fucking hurts; I feel like someone took a sledgehammer to my bones and smashed them to bits.” 

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you say, sighing a little as you feel his muscles loosen beneath your touch. “How can I help?” 

“Just...Stay here with me,” he murmurs, voice having already lost its caustic edge, exhaustion seeping through his words and turning them wispy. “Jus’want you close.”

And so, you do. 

Kurogiri is awe-inspiring in his ability to anticipate Tomura’s every want and need, a skill honed and sharpened to perfection over years of nurturing and raising the man, brewing a pot of homemade chicken noodle soup in addition to a whole pitcher of lemonade—a desperate attempt to keep Tomura adequately hydrated, since he refuses to drink plain water, vehemently claiming that it tastes like poison, face screwing up dramatically every time you or Kurogiri succeed in getting him to take a sip.

Even as Tomura’s brattiness intensifies with the worsening of his illness, Kurogiri stays mostly unperturbed, a special type of fondness saturating his features, laced with the slightest hint of typical exasperation. His tired eyes are kind, his soothing voice stern yet soft around the edges, his slim fingers gentle as they fluff pillows and pat sweat and tip glasses to withering lips.

You want to help, too, but Tomura won’t let you, demanding that you stay in bed with him and tend to his more pressing needs—massaging his throbbing temples and running delicate fingers through his now stringy hair and tracing nonsensical patterns across his sticky skin, tender ministrations smoothing out ragged breathing and hushing down sulky complaints.

Kurogiri promises you that it’s fine—he’s alright, he doesn’t need any assistance, really—and claims that you’re doing more good than he ever could with just your placating presence alone, lulling a grousing Tomura into a state of liminality, half-conscious and wavering between states of aching insomnia and fitful sleep.

“This is the calmest I’ve ever seen him while sick,” Kurogiri admits to you, voice barely above a whisper, as Tomura sleeps with his head in your lap. “Honestly, it makes caring for him abundantly easier. You’re the best medicine the Doctor could have prescribed.”

[miranalvjy]

Yello world once again, this is the fanfic I've been working on for a few months, I'm not sure if anyone would be interested in it, however I'm super proud of this one and I've been enjoying writing it so far.

It's definetly not for everyone as it has some pretty dark and deep subjects in it such as:

-Drug abuse/use

-Alcohol abuse/use

-Depression

-Self-harm/destructive behavior

-Sexual assault

-Family problems

-Suicidal thoughts

-Abuse

If any of this triggers you, please do not read the fanfic or with your own risks. I recommend you to stop at the first chapter if you don't like this.

You are probably thinking: "Why would you write something like this?" And you're totally asking a valid question, I asked it myself too and my response was: "Because it helps me heal and I enjoy this fucked up thing called trauma bond, between me and Giorgia, even tho she has it rougher then I ever had. I also challenge myself with trying to write about something/someone I never tried to write about, this is a new writing style I always wanted to try, and as long as I enjoy and can think of a great way to do this, I will."

Somehow way back in 2018 and 2019 I managed to start writing on Wattpad in my native language... it was a Tom Holland fanfic that was super super cringe and poorly written, yet it still got thousands of views and saves, it even got so popular people put it into lists of great fanfiction. After I realized that I got somewhat famous I tried to force writing on myself, I tried to do a schedule, do chapters every three days or so, and I got soooooo overwhelmed I just couldn't. At the same time I was going thru some deep family shit and other things so I didn't even had the time to write. I grew up and I totally forgot about that one small five chapter long Tom Holland fanfic on Wattpad... I still remember the name and all hehe, good old times I guess?! After a few years in 2022 Wattpad got popular again and I got into a new fandom and I was in search for some good fanfics when I remembered I had an account, I was cringing so hard when I reread that fanfic that all I could do was to delete it and put it behind my back forever.

Now I guess history repeats itself, I'm once again in a new fandom and I want to read and write fanfics of people I would never even meet 🫡😭😂

Sooooo a thousand words ends the same, I just want to try and get some other lovely people in the fandoms I'm in to enjoy these cringey fangirly fanfics <3

Love for now, and hey if you made it this far, why don't you go read my fanfic 🫶

[capricioussun]

Will probably delete later but genuinely WHY do so many ppl hate uf papyrus. "He’s horrible and a bad brother and abusive >:(((" my guy. YOU made him that way

[grimowled]

Blitzø: riddled w poor grammar and spelling errors

Stolas: practically Shakespeare

The duality of man monster

might you be referring to this lovely exchange with my darling @doublejango, my dear anon? they couldn't be further apart on so many levels (I need not list the countless ways in which they differ, if not oppose each other), and yet ... don't they just complement each other so perfectly?

[alohaasaloevera]

IF YOU SAW ME POSTING ART THAT MADE LANCE LOOK LIKE BARRY B. BENSON AND DANTES, YOU DIDN’T.