#how do i fuck up friendships this badly how is this a repeated thing that has happened since 14?

[gallusrostromegalus]

So, uhh, genuine question.

Do you recommend getting into Bleach, and if so how? Anime, Manga, a little bit of both, secret other thing? Your posts about it (and especially about AEIWAM) have definitely piqued my Interest, but I have pretty much 0 knowledge about the topic and heard very contradictory takes & reviews before, so I wanted to ask for your advice on the topic.

Cheers and have a nice day!

So a couple people have asked me this and I'm going to be as honest and fair about it as possible:

Bleach itself is mid.

...which is why the fan works KICK SO MUCH ASS.

My theory is that the ideal habitat for transformative fan work creators is mediocre series. It has to be good enough to be worth engaging with in the first place, but it's the plot holes and dropped developments and intriguing characters that don't get enough time and shoddy-to-unexplained worldbuilding that make nice little holes for fic authors and fan artists to crawl into and built a home, like sponges growing on a dilapidated subway car sunk into the Hudson river.

So yes. Bleach is mid. More under the cut:

It's also really two series: the manga and the anime. There's more anime than manga because bleach suffers from the late oughts horror known as "the filler arc" where the studio would make shit up while waiting for the author to catch up. Not ideal, but better than the current state of "cancelling a fully written five-season show after two because it wasn't making enough money for the oligarchy" but I digress.

To grade both the manga and anime on the Weeb-Ass-Shit scale:

Weeb: how familiar do you have to be with the tropes of anime/Japanese culture in general to be able to enjoy the series? This is one of the things Bleach does REALLY, REALLY WELL, in that you can go in knowing fuck-all about anime and have a good time, but the more you know, the more fun it is. My favorite thing Kubo does is that if you look up the meaning of the characters used in everyone's names, there is a TON of jokes, foreshadowing, themes etc. baked into every name. A+ work.

Ass: how much gratuitous fan service is there and how annoying is it? So. It's not the worst. But it's really, really obvious that Bleach is written and illustrated by a straight man who is hella into tiddies. As a bisexual, I can appreciate The Tiddy (and tbh, the men in Bleach have pretty great tits too), but there are a lot of humor bits about Kon being a perv/author stand-in, orihime has medically alarming knockers for a teenager and gets groped kind of a lot. There's also a predatory lesbian stereotype character in the early episodes, and some pretty awful transphobic caricature characters. The amount of horny isn't that much for a shonen, but it's pretty gross IMHO.

Shit: how well- made is this series?

Mixed. Both the manga and the anime (esp the recent Thousand Year Blood War arc) have some absolutely gorgeous art, banger character designs, and deeply entertainingly choreographed fights. It is really nice to look at.

Unfortunately, both also suffer really badly from pacing issues that are pretty much entirely the fault of the insane demands the industry puts on the artists. If you've ever read/seen a shonen manga/anime from the late aughts through early teens, you're familiar with this bullshit- fight scenes drawn out to absurd lengths, filler arcs while the animation studio waits for the author to catch up, repeated plot arcs, minimal focus on characterization, The Friendship Speech (TM) etc.

Pacing and repetitiveness are Bleach's main quality issues, but the art is pretty baller and the Japanese voice cast is pretty fucking great IMHO. (I have APD and have to consume shows by subtitles, so the sun is usually more legible for me than the dub).

If you are coming into Bleach from AEIWAM... You're likely to be a bit disappointed. I put a shitload of work into the worldbuilding because Bleach does not, I write almost exclusively slice-of-life character moments rather than big battles, and I have made some pretty fucking radical changes to some of the characters. An Elephant Is Warm And Mushy is an entirely different genre than Bleach, and that's ok, because fic usually is radically different than it's source material. But also be prepared.

TL;DR: Bleach is mid and that's ok! My fic is different than it and that is also ok! I still recommend it with the reservations of : it's prototypical of its time period and contains many of the gross tropes from that era. It is also very much a horror shonen, just to be clear. Fucked up shit happens on screen, mostly cannibalism! Which is great IMHO, but you should probably take a stroll through DoesTheDogDie.com for more specific trigger warnings before beginning.

[luvfae]

WITHDRAWALS

summary: after a year of no contact, su-bong shows up on your doorstep in tears.

parings: thanos/choi su-bong x f!reader

warnings: smut, oral (thanos receiving), mention of addiction, drug withdrawals, swearing.

You and Thanos had broken up over a year ago.

Going no contact was the hardest decision you’d ever made, but it was necessary. Cutting ties with someone who had once been your world felt like tearing out a piece of your own soul, but loving him was killing you.

His drug habit had spiraled into a full-blown addiction, and no amount of pleading or begging could get him to see reason. You couldn’t save someone who didn’t want to be saved. So one night, with a note left on the kitchen counter, you disappeared from his life.

Since then, you’d rebuilt yourself. A stable job, a cozy apartment, and college classes that filled your days with purpose. You were piecing together a life you could be proud of, even if sometimes, late at night, memories of him crept in.

So when you heard a knock on your door past midnight, your heart twisted with a premonition.

“Who the hell…?” you muttered, setting aside your textbooks as you padded to the door. “Hello?

“Y/N, it’s me.”

That voice—hoarse and broken—cut through you like a knife.

“Su-bong?” Disbelief and dread knotted in your stomach. “What are you doing here? How do you even know where I live?”

“I ran into your friend,” he admitted, shame thick in his tone. “She told me.”

You made a mental note to reevaluate your friendships, but that was the least of your worries. Through the door, you could hear it—the edge of desperation in his voice, the quiver that spoke of tears held back too long.

“Please let me in,” he whispered. “I… I don’t know where else to go.”

Against every instinct screaming at you to keep the door closed, you opened it.

He collapsed into your arms, a tangle of limbs and choked sobs. You wrapped your arms around him, rubbing circles into his back as he clung to you like a lifeline.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, pulling back just enough to see his face—eyes bloodshot, cheeks hollowed by a suffering you couldn’t begin to understand.

“I’m two days clean,” he confessed, voice cracking. “I’m going fucking insane. Everything hurts.”

You sighed, a mix of relief and sadness washing over you. “Why are you here, Su-bong?”

He shrugged, wiping at his eyes. “You’re the only person I can think about now that I’m sober. I needed to see you. I needed to apologize for everything I did.”

His hands trembled, and you could see the raw pain of withdrawal etched into every line of his body. You guided him to the couch, disappearing briefly into the kitchen to make him tea—exactly how he liked it. Some details you couldn’t forget, no matter how hard you tried.

When you sat beside him, he took a shaky sip, eyes downcast. “I’m sorry,” he repeated, voice barely more than a whisper.

“It’s okay,” you replied, though you knew you were lying to both of you. It wasn’t okay. But his vulnerability chipped away at the walls you’d built, and you couldn’t bring yourself to push him away.

“It’s not okay,” he insisted, setting the mug down with a trembling hand. “I put you through hell. I took the best thing in my life and destroyed it.”

Tears brimmed in your eyes, not from longing but from the ache of seeing him so broken. “I’ve moved on, Su-bong. I’ve had to.”

“I haven’t,” he admitted, voice thick with guilt. “I think my grieving was numbed by all the drugs. Now you’re all I can think about. I fucked up so badly.”

He pulled you into a tight hug, his arms wrapping around you like he was afraid you’d vanish. And maybe you should have pulled away, set boundaries, protected yourself. But the old wounds still ached, and some part of you needed closure that hadn’t come from silence and distance.

Without thinking, you cupped his face in your hands, your thumbs brushing the tear tracks on his cheeks. Then your lips met his, soft and tentative at first, a tentative crossing of a line you thought you’d never touch again.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled against your lips, his breath mingling with yours.

“Shh,” you murmured, your forehead resting against his. “Let me make you feel better.”

His eyes flickered with confusion and longing. “Why would you want to? After everything I did…?”

“I don’t know,” you confessed, voice raw with honesty. “Maybe because part of me still cares. Maybe because I want to believe you can be better. That we can be better.”

You straddled his lap, your arms looping around his neck as your lips sought his again, deeper this time. His hands hesitated before finding your waist, gripping like he needed the anchor.

In the back of your mind, you knew this was dangerous—inviting old wounds to reopen, risking the stability you’d fought to build. But in that moment, wrapped up in the heat of his mouth and the desperate clutch of his hands, you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Your fingers fumbled with the buckle of his jeans, and he lifted his hips just enough for you to drag them down, his boxers following.

But before you could go any further, Su-bong’s hand wrapped around your wrist, his touch warm, trembling. His eyes searched yours, clouded with exhaustion, with longing, with something unspoken.

“You don’t have to,” he whispered.

“I know.” You leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. “I want to. Do you?”

He nodded, almost instantly. Of course he did—he had never once denied himself the pleasure of you.

You slipped onto your knees, the carpet soft against your skin.

Your hand wrapped around him, stroking slowly until he hardened under your touch.

Then, you leaned forward, running your tongue along the underside of his cock, your eyes flickering up to meet his. His breath hitched, fingers twitching at his sides before they found their place tangled in your hair.

And then—

That groan. That deep, desperate sound that had been imprinted in your memory like a scar.

Fuck, you had missed him.

As much as you wished you hadn’t, you had.

You took him into your mouth, warm and familiar, and his head dropped back against the couch, a shuddering breath escaping his lips. You worked him with slow, deliberate movements, your tongue flicking, your fingers squeezing—anything to pull him from the pain of his withdrawals, to give him something else to focus on.

“Fuck,” he choked out, his grip on your hair tightening. “You’re so beautiful.”

His voice cracked, and when you looked up, tears were slipping down his cheeks.

You hesitated.

“Keep going,” he said, barely above a whisper.

So you did.

You took him deeper, hollowing your cheeks, working your hand in sync with your lips, dragging him to the edge with each bob of your head. His moans turned into breathless, desperate whimpers, hips rocking involuntarily against your face.

He came down your throat, a broken groan spilling from his lips, his whole body shaking beneath you.

You swallowed, gasping for air as you pulled away, licking the taste of him from your lips.

His hands found you instantly, pulling you back into his lap, holding you close. His lips trailed over your forehead, your temple, your cheek, then finally—finally—your mouth.

“I missed you so much,” he murmured against your lips. His arms tightened around you, as if afraid you’d disappear all over again. “You hurt me so fucking bad when you left.”

Your fingers slipped into his hair—the hair you once knew as black, now dyed a deep shade of purple.

“I called you so many times,” he continued, his voice raw, fragile. “Just hoping, by some miracle, you’d unblock me.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “I had to leave, Su-bong.”

“I know.” He exhaled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I know, baby.”

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. You just sat there, wrapped in each other, breathing in the weight of everything you had been, everything you had lost.

Then—soft, hesitant—he asked, “Do you think we could ever be us again?”

You hummed, running your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. “We could work it out,” you said.

His grip tightened. “I don’t deserve you.”

“I know you don’t.” You smiled, just barely. “But I’m willing to try—if you promise to stay clean.”

His breath hitched, his hands pressing against your lower back.

“This is the Su-bong I fell in love with.”

His forehead dropped against yours. He was shaking again, but it wasn’t from withdrawals this time.

“I’ll stay clean,” he whispered. His lips ghosted over yours, his hands cradling your face like you were something fragile. Something worth saving. “For you.”

A pause.

“I promise.”

[del-stars]

on needing your best friend | cheaters!prongsfoot | 988 words | explicit, 18+ | @ecstarry

cw dubcon

“Why are you here?”

It comes out with more venom than James intends, and Sirius’ wince makes his heart clench.

“I— I don’t have anywhere else to go.”

Sirius raises his hand and rubs at one of his teary eyes with the back of it. James should very much slam the door and tell Sirius to fuck off, that it’s too soon to be seeing each other again, except Sirius is crying, and so James can’t quite do that.

“You have a husband.”

Sirius dissolves into shaking, blubbering sobs, then, and James can’t. He dives through the threshold, catching Sirius before he catches the floor. Sirius responds immediately, curling into James’ chest.

“I need you,” he gasps, clutching onto James’ shirt and wetting it with his tears. “I need my best friend, James, please.”

James brings Sirius inside, and then into the bedroom. It’s his own fault, for the bedroom part. It’s incredibly, disgustingly indecent, the reaction of James’ body to having Sirius pressed against him in bed. To have Sirius in his arms, to be surrounded by his scent and hear the little whimpers leaving his throat as he cries— it’s reminiscent of the very reason Sirius is crying so hard, having been caught naked in this bed with James less than a day ago.

Sirius needs a friend, not— whatever their relationship has become. He needs the best friend James used to be, before they’d gotten mixed up in stolen kisses and quickies when their spouses weren’t paying attention. He doesn’t need any of the things that are currently crossing James’ mind.

But James is just a man, and Sirius is... Sirius. Infuriatingly gorgeous and constantly tempting without even trying. James has never been immune to Sirius’ beauty, has never been able to stop himself from touching Sirius when he really ought not to, and this is no different.

He lays Sirius down on his back, straddling his hips. Sirius’ hands come up to cover his own face, while James’ hands trace down his sides, feeling the hard press of Sirius’ skin beneath his thin t-shirt. 

“He’s going to leave me,” Sirius sobs, as James’ hands land on his hips. Sirius gets like this: completely incoherent, so absorbed in his own emotions and despair that he can’t tell up from down. James doesn’t know how Remus dealt with it, and even the brief flash in his mind of Remus comforting Sirius is enough to send his mind reeling. 

“Sirius,” James says, voice strong and quiet over the sound of Sirius’ quick breaths. He lets his fingers curl around the waistband of Sirius’ sweatpants, feeling the heat of his skin underneath. The difference in temperature and the feel of the indent of Sirius’ boxers on his skin is enough to make James’ dick twitch.

“He’s going to leave me,” Sirius repeats, chest heaving. James feels the odd flood of guilt in the pit of his stomach— here Sirius is, his best friend, the person he’s sacrificed his marriage and closest friendships for, distraught and vulnerable, and James’ prevailing thought is how badly he wants to bury his cock inside of him. 

“It’s okay,” James makes a valiant attempt at sounding comforting, even as one of his hands ventures further into Sirius’ pants. It finds Sirius’ dick, and James waits a split second for Sirius to stop crying enough to tell him to stop, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t, and so James starts stroking him. “It’s going to be alright,” he coos, watching as Sirius begins to squirm. It’s incongruous, the heaving of his chest and the slow moving of his hips. Sirius’ hands fall from his face to grip at the sheets, and James can’t tell if the redness of his cheeks is the fault of himself, or Remus.

He should stop. He shouldn’t be doing this. This isn’t what Sirius needs.

“James—”

It’s pornographic, the way James’ name sounds coming out of Sirius’ mouth. Always has been, no matter the context. He pulls Sirius’ sweatpants down, letting his hard cock spring free. This— this is the point of no return. James can’t be blamed for his actions anymore, not when Sirius is red-faced and partially naked on the bed in front of him. He scrambles off the bed to kneel on the floor, then pulls Sirius’ legs over his shoulders. Sirius goes, like a ragdoll, and still doesn’t stop James as his mouth descends on Sirius’ cock.

Sirius’ noises become half gasps and half cries, then half gasps and half moans, and then he’s sitting up to grapple at James’ hair. “James,” he whines, hips coming up and off the bed and thrusting into James’ mouth. 

James is intoxicated, addicted to Sirius’ voice. He doesn’t know if Sirius is still crying and frankly does not care, feeling Sirius’ cock brush against the back of his throat. He buries it all the way in, feeling Sirius’ hair on his face and overcome with the scent that is SiriusSiriusSirius, and thinks, Can Remus take you like this? Do you make these noises for Remus? Are you going to miss the feeling of his mouth on you?

James holds Sirius’ hips down and increases his pace, desperately trying to chase off all thoughts of Remus as he bobs his head on his husband’s cock. Sirius uses his hand in James’ hair to push and pull, some of his moans cutting off with what James thinks might be another sob. He pushes James’ head all the way down as he finishes, cumming down the back of his throat. 

They crawl back into the bed together, after, though the distance between them is much larger.“He’s going to leave me,” Sirius says again, resolute. James lays beside him, overcome with the urge to touch himself but weighing what time Lily said she’d be home, and thinks what he won’t allow himself to say out loud: Why the fuck do you care?

[simp4jungwonn]

I hate you

You and Niki had been best friends since the third grade. Nothing or no one could ever come between your friendship—or so you thought. Everything seemed fine until Niki started hanging out with a girl he met at the mall while you were in Korea. At first, you didn’t think much of it or care, but then Niki began acting strange. He stopped making plans, brushed off any plans you made, or would agree to meet up but cancel at the last minute because he was too busy hanging out with this girl. Eventually, you barely even talked, and it really hurt your feelings because you missed him. He was the only friend who truly understood you, but now you don’t even have him.

You were scrolling through Twitter when you suddenly came across a post of Niki and his girlfriend—or friend, or whatever she was to him; you didn’t care either way. You went back to your room and grabbed your phone, checking for any new notifications, hoping you’d have at least one from Niki. But there was nothing—only notifications from Instagram and SHEIN. You groaned, plugged in your phone, and went to sleep.

Two weeks have passed—two weeks filled with work, overthinking, and missing Niki. It's becoming too much to handle. I want to text or call him so badly, but I'm not the type to chase after a man, especially one who is ignoring me. My mother didn't raise a fool, so I hold off on texting him. However, I reach a breaking point and finally gather the nerve to send him a message. To my surprise, he responds immediately.

But you really didn’t know what to say to him. You wanted to cuss him out, but you also wanted to tell him you missed him and that you wanted to see him.

You think for a minute before you text him back

You text him allowing your anger to take over and now you regret it because now he's on his way.

Twenty minutes later, there is a knock on the door. You open it, and it’s Niki standing there. “Come in,” you say.

He steps inside and follows you to your room and there’s a long silence before he finally speaks up

“Im sorr-“ “oh really?!” you say, cutting him off “you’re sorry for ignoring me for someone else for three fucking weeks” “y/n… I….” He says, but then he trails off realizing he doesn’t have a good reason for ghosting you like that. there’s another long silence and then niki speaks again “why are you so mad? we’re not even together anyway you’re just a friend” and at that moment all your blood rushed to your face, how could he say that “just a friend?!,that’s all I am to you?!” You yell at him. And both of you start yelling and cussing at each other, you get in his face “I hate you” his face changes quickly with anger, he grabs your neck, not hard enough to hurt you but firm and it surprises you “you what?” He asks this time his expression even darker than before but you stand your ground and repeat yourself. “I hate you” he chuckles darkly “I’ll show you hate” he pushes you on your bed and he hovers over you and you look at him and for a moment you can’t really tell if you’re scared or excited “you hate me huh?” “I…I..” you say stumbling over your own words “you know you shouldn’t say things like that” he says as he leans down and kisses your neck “now I have to teach you a little lesson” he says biting your neck and sucking on it at the same time causing you to moan he hurriedly and aggressively takes your clothes off. “Get up and arch your back” you hesitate for a second “now” he says and you turn around and arch your back. He unbuttons his pants and takes his boxers off along with them and without warning he slams into you making you gasp, he groans and goes deeper,he stops completely as soon as he’s all the way inside of you and he slowly moves but the slow and steady pace doesn’t last long and he goes faster he groans with each thrust and suddenly he slaps your ass really hard and very aggressive, you moan out loud “tell me you hate me” “say it again” he says with each slap “you’re so bold right?” He asks but all you can do is moan “right? So say it again, tell me you fucking hate me” he says again, his voice deep and aggressive. You moan louder he buries his dick deeper inside of you “mm I fucking thought so you’re a good slut aren’t you” you don’t say anything so he slaps you ass so hard that It’ll definitely be sore tomorrow you gasp and nod “use your words slut” “yes..yes” “good girl…ah fuck” he grab a fist full of hair and tugs your head back so the he can look at your face “the next time that you say you hate me I’ll fuck you so hard that you won’t walk for a whole week do you understand baby girl?” “Uh huh” you say through a choked moan “fuck im about to cum…ahh y/n” he says whimpering, you moan and he cums inside of you and you cum right after him. He pulls out and you lay down and he lays next to you. You lay in silence while he plays with your hair “I’m sorry that I ignored you y/n and I genuinely don’t know why I did it but I promise it will never happen again ok?” You promise? “I promise” he says with a smile “niki I don’t hate you I was just mad and my feelings were hurt” niki nods “I know you don’t”

[nekropsii]

i would like to ask you what your basis for calling kankri "canonically aroace" is? (other than celibacy which is not a conformation of said orientation as it as has religious ties and can also be an act of purity, not strictly a part of aroace culture)

like I'm genuinely curious where you find it canon?

My basis is that Kankri identifies himself as AroAspec. I have said this many times. I’m not pulling this out of thin air or saying that Celibacy is the same as being AroAce - though in this case I’d argue those things are clearly being attached to one another by means of false conflation, in the same way Hussie was attaching Horuss’s traits of “Otherkin” and “Being a System” - I am repeating the fact that Kankri explicitly identifies himself as AroAspec. He is using specifically AroAspec language to do so.

… And making the argument that since Hussie was being quite mean about it by making his identity not make sense and also stereotyping it quite badly, and also conflating it with Total Sexual and Romantic Celibacy (which are choices), it is best to just take Kankri as fully AroAce, since that was clearly what Hussie was going for. It’s like taking Horuss as a normal System. Horuss and Kankri’s minority identities have literally the exact same problem in writing.

Very interesting how people react to this train of thought, by the way. It’s not a controversial statement to me, I’ve always operated under this mode of thinking, and I do not particularly get why people freak out about it… Especially when people will generally agree with this line of thinking when it’s literally any other identity. If a character is a meanspirited representation of Trans People, then people will generally accept them as a regular, straight up Trans Character. Same goes for if they’re Gay, Lesbian, Bi, Non-White, Disabled…

What’s the difference? Inability to romantically ship them? Easy solution - Just acknowledge that friendship is not only a valid form of relationship but also can be more meaningful than romance for five fucking minutes. Jeez, lol.

Fun Fact: Kankri is the only character whose orientation is specifically identified in words in Homestuck.

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Torchwood Fic Recs

Here's a bunch of fic recommendations for excellent Torchwood fics that I've had bookmarked. Many of these are from the old days of Torchwood fandom and never got transferred to ao3, so there are quite a few livejournal links and a few wayback machine links. Anything that I had bookmarked on lj that got transferred to ao3, I'll link the ao3. I may put my own notes/descriptions in brackets after the fic summary.

Proof Of Your Existence by sarcasticchick - Can you offer me proof of your existence? How can you? When neither modern science nor philosophy can explain what life is. [In which Ianto is more than what he seems.]

What Lies Within by xtricks - Ianto becomes contaminated with an alien. Jack will do whatever he can to hold onto him, even as he changes. [Link goes to the last chapter, which has all the others linked. TW: tentacle sex, which is partly metaphorical and partly literal.]

Conversational Japanese, Plus Frogs by james - Tosh and Ianto have been taken prisoner. They cope.

PTSD: Post Torchwood Stress Disorder by waldo - It's been two and a half years since Canary Wharf. It's been a year since Lisa. And Jack is just now realizing what the real toll has all been on Ianto and the other survivors of Torchwood One. Now he needs to fix a big thing done badly before anyone else dies.

Notebird by cyus - A note points to nowhere and a bird comes from nowhere, and Torchwood, in the wake of their teammates’ deaths, finds that some experiences shatter things into pieces too small to be fit back together.

Second Look by remindmeofthe- Sometimes, you get a chance to see the past through a different pair of eyes: your own.

The Cartography Of Feeling by sholio - "We're sodding gladiators," Owen said. "Fuck this entire day and Jack Harkness too." (Or: Owen and Ianto are abducted by aliens and forced to arena-fight. But the worst part might be the control device that connects them in an emotion and pain-sharing bond.)

Forget, Survive, Repeat by d8rkmessngr - He came to Torchwood, to Jack, for Lisa. But now she's gone and Ianto isn't sure what there is he has left. Post "Cyberwoman".

I Had No Idea I Had Been Travelling by kalichan & rm - It's not how you die; it's how you live, especially when your life is built of stories. And in the end, all lives are. [This fic is incredibly long, but it is absolutely beautiful, and most of the segments can be read individually. I'm of the opinion that everyone should read this fic. It's the Torchwood fic I continued to think about for years even when I was focusing on other fandoms.]

Hourglass by lazuli - Death is not the only form of loss. Torchwood grieves the loss of Owen and Tosh, and something strange is wrong with Jack. [Link goes to wayback machine, but all chapter links work.]

The Cricket And The Bird by solsticezero - On the nature of immortality and the longevity of birds.

Like The Wind by clarrisani- Sometimes all you can do is run. [Mild Owen/Ianto, leaning closer to friendship.]

More Richer Than My Tongue by sanginmychains - Ianto needs to get some space after the events of Cyberwoman. Jack comes along. They get rained on, and discuss their relationship.

Got That Friday Feeling Again by NancyBrown - HELP HELP HELP HELP I AM TRAPPED IN A TIME BUBBLE The magic marker all over the nice chintz wallpaper bled and smeared as Owen wrote in increasingly desperate lettering across the walls. Ls and Ps dragged down, wiggly at the end or drawn out in slashed strokes.

I Am Not My Own by methylethyl - "Torchwood's disability pay is about this big--" Ianto held up his thumb and index finger, about two centimeters apart. "--and comes out of a gun at a thousand meters per second."

Disinterred by seize - "What is a man? A miserable little pile of secrets." Ianto makes a discovery, and learns there are things he probably doesn't want to know. He asks anyway. [TW: torture.]

Frames Of Reference by echo - There's a difference between 'mostly alive' and 'mostly dead'. Sometime it's just hard to remember which one is which, especially when you get right down to the details.

Do Not Go Gentle by mcparrot - Reeling from the deaths of Owen and Tosh, Gwen and Ianto watch helplessly as Jack acts erratically. They assume it's just his way of mourning - until he disappears.

Tea And Sympathy by osprey_archer - Soon after Jack's disappearance, Owen takes sick. Ianto goes to check on him. [Some wonderfully unhinged Owen/Ianto fic]

Before You Know It by yuma - In all honesty, he should have been expecting it. He was there when boys, not yet men, suffered what was first called shell-shock, then combat fatigue, to the neatly packaged politically correct acronym.

Sweet, Delicious Despair by marchling - A group of strange suicides comes Torchwood's way when the police can't figure out why happy people with everything to live for are suddenly taking their own lives for seemingly no reason. The team is on the case, but there are no leads… Until one of their own is threatened. [TW: Suicide]

The Subject Of Mourning by jesuisgourde - Gwen had said Those poor girls. But both were dead, victims of Torchwood, of circumstance, of the most destructive kind of loyalty and love. Owen could only think Poor Ianto. The dead were dead. The living had to keep living with the pain. Owen and Ianto in the immediate aftermath of Cyberwoman.

In Your Image by blackbird_song - Jack and Ianto sitting in a tree: Torchwood-style.

Object Permanence by solsticezero - After the events of Exit Wounds, Ianto is left with lingering anxieties about the safety of the people he loves.

[a brief interlude for paperclipbitch fics. she's been my favourite torchwood writer since the early days. please read all of her stuff.]

If You Pass Go, Do Not Collect £200 by paperclipbitch - Ianto is sent to rescue Owen from 19th Century London, but he’s less than impressed by what Owen has been doing to survive.

Untitled Series 2 AU by paperclipbitch - “Come on,” Ianto sighs, and Owen falls into his side like he's just been waiting for the invitation. [Owen/Ianto]

Clinging To The Wreckage Until I Got The Message by paperclipbitch - “You need something other than this in your life, Owen,” Ianto murmurs. [Owen/Ianto]

People That I Wasn't by paperclipbitch - Jack and Ianto have to deal with death in all sorts of ways.

Hamartia by paperclipbitch - “Don’t you start,” Owen snaps, turning on him. Ianto doesn’t even bother to look up from where he’s inspecting his fingernails. “Going to hit me again?” he asks lightly. [Owen/Ianto]

It Will Bleed You Dry by paperclipbitch - Europe is dying. But Jack refuses to let his team go.

Like There's A Part Of Me That I Want To Get Back Again by paperclipbitch - Ianto Jones, in his crisp pinstripe suit, the remains of a black eye still mildew-green on his face, frowns a little at Owen Harper and says: “Have we met before?” [Owen/Ianto]

No Sense Of Direction by paperclipbitch - After Gwen finally leaves Owen, Ianto is left to try and pick up the pieces. [Owen/Ianto. Link goes to the last chapter of the series, which has links to the previous chapters]

Beautiful Lies by remuslives23 - "Truth is beautiful, without a doubt; but so are lies." Ianto and Jack after the events of the Lost Souls radio play.

Shooting The Messenger by salmon-pink - Jack gives the orders, Ianto obeys, and Owen thinks that maybe everyone has lost their minds, himself included. [Owen/Ianto PWP]

All The Stars In The Sky by lasersforeyes - Sometime after the end of Jack's world, he meets meets someone familiar in an unfamiliar place, and realizes that somehow, things just keep going.

The Dominant Line Between Life And Death by ladyflowdi - In the space of a heartbeat, between the rhythmic pulse of life itself, Ianto’s world is split in two. There is only the Before and the After, the Once Was and Is Now, as if someone has cut him right down the middle, a perfect sagittal seam that has equal parts guts, eyes, and heart. He is coexisting with himself, and the other Ianto won’t stop screaming.

Passing Currents by feathereddino - Gwen assists with clean-up after a case is finished. [This fic is pretty Gwen-bashy/old school fic Gwen characterisation, but the rest of the concept and other characterisations are so fun and spot on that I want to rec it.]

No Word For Yes by copperbadge - Someday he will have a Jack-to-English dictionary. Though it will contain more than just the words, he supposes. And be unsuitable for children.

Life Lived Without Thinking by pocketmouse - While exploring the lower levels, Ianto steps through a doorway, and disappears into blackness. [Owen/Ianto, ish]

Roses In December by remuslives23 - Memories of better times assailed him, snippets of his life ticking over in his mind like flashes of scenes from a film, faster and faster until he couldn't breathe then the floodgates flew open, and he couldn't stop the crippling pain from bending him in two.

Lorem Ipsum by solsticezero - Ianto was going to go home. Ianto was going to take an evening and think about this rationally.

Management Of Dead Bodies In Disaster Situations: A Field Manual by heddychaa - Darragh Edmonds is a so-called "disaster specialist". Called to the site of tsunamis, earth quakes, floods, terrorist attacks, he takes up the grim task of putting order to human remains, and he does it well. Cleaning up after a biological attack on Thames House should make for a comparatively easy day for Darragh: after all, the bodies of Thames House have even been so considerate as to pile themselves right at the front door for him. That is, until he's sworn to secrecy and sent, alone, to collect two bodies from the building's eerie top floor.

Confluence by cmdr_spadge - Once Lisa is dead, it's Owen who decides what to do with Ianto.

Interstitial by sholio - They jostled around each other for a while, bouncing off each other's sharp and broken edges—and then they started to fit, like puzzle pieces that couldn't click together until they found just the right angle. [Owen/Ianto]

do not go gentle by someawkwardprose - His hands were shaking. Lisa was dead. They’d killed her, the whole bloody team, and he hated them. Lisa was dead, and he wasn’t.

Simile by echo - After being trapped, beaten, terrified, and deprived of sleep, Ianto is desperate to get away from the activity surrounding the village. Unfortunately, with a concussion and any number of unknown injuries, that's not really a good idea.

Separated by AuthorInDistress - When the Toclafane attack during the 'Year That Never Was', Owen and Ianto survive that hell together.

C12H22O11 by Jane St Claire - Sometimes things turn up right in the Hub. It's a big time-saver. [A creature falls through the rift. It might be more than what it seems.]

Writing The Truth In Blue by pecos - The glimpse of a pink dress shirt in the rubbish skip was enough tweak Jack’s curiosity. What he eventually found led him to realize what he was about to lose forever.

I also have a number of old deleted classics saved, stuff by rcmclachlan (I just have From Which Come All Things, which is the important one imo), rexluscus, and lawford, and a few others, so if you're an old fan and want those, dm me!

[xxsweetoothxx]

Hello! How about some Minerva/Alex Kage lore? (I love their design, they look cool as fuck by the way)

like what are some things they like, (hobbies, interests) or what are their powers? How did they become a killer? Or more specifically why a klown themed killer? What are their relationships like with the others, like: Jeff, Wilson, Ragz, Domi, etc? (I don’t know if any of this was already answered or not, I couldn’t find anything in my deep dive, sorry if I’m making you repeat shit you already explained)

Nah, you're good I don't think I've ever really talked much about Minerva/Mono but I can for sure answer this stuff!

Minerva is a fun character because shes one I made when I was like 14-15 and was so badly written but also for the revamp of PM I wanted to kinda keep her story close to how it was back then so I will say a heads up her story is very much 15 year old me branded and I mostly just tried to fill in gaps to make it at the least make a bit more sense but it still is like kinda shit and I love that about her.

As far as interest and Hobbies go she's big into sports. Specifically Baseball is her favorite as well as boxing. She likes clowns that is part of why she is clown themed. She's also got interest in voodoo as she did grow up learning about it since her Ganmother Seraphine practiced it.

She's got a major sweet tooth as well and if she sees anything sweet she WILL eat it. Drinks WAAAAAAY too much root beer.

What are her relationships with the others?

Jeff - Initially she did hate Jeff quite a lot as he kinda did slit her throat when he first met her and then claimed it was because he panicked because SHE scared HIM. They do eventually end up developing a friendship.

Wilson - Wilson and Minerva get along well enough however should NEVER be left alone with each other as they WILL end up doing some shit that is just dumb as fuck and could potentially be destructive or dangerous for them and those around them. Her Jeff and Wilson all end up developing a pretty strong friend group and do just be beating the shit out of each other for fun.

Ragz - Ragz Is a bit complex because outside of clown training Minerva does actually like Ragz but can't stand their ass when it comes to learning clown shit.

Domi - fun fact! Domi and Minerva are siblings Domis mom and Minervas father end up dating at some point. Domi and Minerva already had a sorta sibling relationship before this so they're just happy for them. They also did form the 3 ring together.

Now the OTHER QUESTIONS I'ma just drop lore on the backstory under the cut because it's long and requires a lot of info on the backstory to understand.

So For the vast majority of her life up until meeting Slenderman, Minerva was under the impression she was a human named Alexandria Kage and was Raised by a woman who she THOUGHT was her biological grandmother named Seraphine. The reality of it was that she wasn't a human like at all and she wasn't even biologically related to her. She started going by Minerva after getting to the underworld and meeting her Father who told her that was the name he intended to give her before her "Mother" (Seraphine) left him and took Minnie with her. Her Father and Seraphine were a couple and at one point wanted to start a family however him being a Shade and her being human they couldn't biologically have a child together. However the decided to go the route of making a nightmare which is essentially a human spirit that's consumed by a Shade and reborn as a Nightmare (think of them kinda like sleep paralysis demons. They create nightmares and feed of fear and when someone experiences sleep paralysis these are the "demons" they might see). At first things were fine but once Minerva got older to where it was time that she started actually doing nightmare shit Seraphine didn't like the idea of her living by taking advantage of peoples fears and in some cases trauma. She saw it as just morally fucked up (which for a human 100% would be fucked up to take advantage of someone's fears insecurities and trauma) They basically got into a disagreement as it was essentially that Minerva start learning about her abilities and just what she is at a young age so when she's an adult she doesn't struggle with them. Seraphine who started to dabbled in magic not long after meeting him didn't think she ever needed to because they had a means to disguise her as a human and for her to live a normal human life. It kinda at that point ended up being a disagreement over how Minerva should be aware of what she is rather than keeping that a secret from her for the rest of her life. Seraphine decided to just up and leave with her and basically raised Minerva in the road so not to be found by Minnies father. Because of how nightmares age however by the time Minerva was in her mid 20s Seraphine was old as hell. And by that point they had settled in New Orleans. Fast forward to about a month before the start of PM and Seraphine passes away which Minerva takes hard as she was her only family. But with Seraphine gone there wasn't anyone to continue to do the spell that disguised Minerva as a human so her nightmare qualities started to slowly show as the spell was wearing off. It caused people to fear her simply because Nightmares just unsettle humans by being around them. It caused her to lose the relationships she had formed, her job, and eventually she was essentially completely alone. But once these things started to show it made it easier for her to track down and that's when Slenderman found her. He knew her father so a Proxy was sent to go and bring Minerva back. However they didn't really think through that Jeff is a human so it kinda went south quick resulting in Minervas "Death" as far as local authorities knew. She was pronounced dead. She stayed in the underworld because not only did she just find out her whole life was a lie she did need to learn to use her abilities and how to survive. Not only that she'd never be able to have a normal life among humans so best she could do is try and have one on the underworld. She works for Slenderman specifically so she can have a well paying job and get on her feet as she didn't want to just rely on her dad as she didn't have a relationship with him and it just felt strange to her to do it.

[elliegoose]

Big mental health/life post, because i really wanna put this stuff down on the page and could use the feeling of being heard right about now.

in the summer because of some unfortunate stuff i moved halfway across the country to live with my parents. then some other stuff happened that ended up incidentally triggering some really extreme bipolar episodes--that's why i was in the psych ward a couple months ago and also why i took an unannounced hiatus from this blog for most of october--and ever since then i've been just... struggling kind of a lot.

i feel disconnected from my art, my sexuality, cooking, music, and most things that have been important to me. i don't feel the sense of home that i used to have out in texas. i'm anxious and down most of the time. i feel especially disconnected from the kink communities that used to be kind of the center of my online social life. this has been a particularly difficult emotional blow to endure and a particularly large reason why i've felt so awful.

in the past month, i've developed an inexplicable social anxiety that's horrible to deal with as someone who's normally very outgoing and who used to find socializing very easy. now, though, i'm often just filled with self-doubt and panic while trying to socialize with people, which is making it incredibly difficult to keep building the new friendships i've started to foster out here in my new city.

i'm just doing the best i can every day, attending my IOP program, applying the skills i've been learning there as diligently as possible, keeping up with my hobbies (for as disconnected as i feel from art i'm still doing quite a bit of it, and picking up the banjo has done so much to sustain what little of my mental health i still have), getting out into nature, going to a lot of fun events (drag shows, happy hours, full moon rituals, ttrpg/boardgame nights, furry meetups, folk musician meetups, etc.) and hanging out with the folks i meet there as often as i'm able even despite all my newfound social anxiety, but even with all that i'm just... persistently in emotional pain that i don't know how to effectively alleviate.

i know part of it is that i'm out of work, and i know having a job will give my life more structure, but i also know that's not the whole of what's happening here. i've been out of work before and it's not affected me this badly. it's also that i'm lonely, deeply unsure of myself after making some unwise decisions and having to face so many of my flaws, grappling with my disproportionate senses of shame, anxiety, and responsibility, yearning for more purpose and autonomy than i currently have, wanting to feel like i'm contributing to something larger than myself, and anxious after going through so much chaos and repeated disruption and loss.

i'm glad my IOP demands sobriety because it's been a struggle to not use alcohol as a crutch.

fucking... life. it's been a goddamn year for sure.

[buckybarnesss]

Newer fans latching onto Theo is, like, kind of baffling to me, because the moment I saw him I was like, "This is a low-rent, generic version of season 1 Derek."

And that thought just never went away.

Admittedly, I don't like any of the new characters except for Liam (even though he is just Jackson-lite.) Mason is Diet Danny. Hayden, the white boys I can't remember (there are like three or four characters I could not pick out of a line-up if you put a gun to my fucking head), and Theo's pack are just... they're okay, but I have no opinions on them whatsoever.

I famously do not like Malia, and I'd rather watch Malia struggle with her homework than watch the baby wolves. To this day, I have not seen all of season 6A and my interest in 6B ends and begins with "Oh, Derek's back!!"

apparently it's a bit controversial to say theo was purposefully presented by the narrative to be a derek mirror.

derek's absence in season 5 is a vacuum. he was such a huge, significant part of the narrative that his absence is a black hole. like, there was a purpose to scott bringing derek up to stiles and for stiles's to get all gooey at seeing the initials DH at senior scribe.

it set up how stiles and scott are coping with derek's absence.

scott is trying but he didn't realize how much he learned from derek, how much he leaned on derek's knowledge and experience and how for granted he took derek's presence. which is realistic to their relationship.

stiles is straight up Not Dealing With It and it's Going Badly.

teen wolf loves, loves, loves to reference, reframe and repeat it's own narrative. the issue stiles and scott have with theo is exactly their whole difference of opinion about derek from s1-2 but in a shorter time frame.

theo is exactly what scott thought derek was early on: a lying, power hungry sister-killer. but scott was wrong about derek and in trying to course correct that error he is wrong about theo.

the other function theo performs narratively in season 5 is being a dark stiles mirror.

both stiles and scott in both season 5 and 6a are scared of change. they are scared of their relationships changing. their rapidly approaching adulthood is scary.

the nogitsune changed stiles and it's something neither scott or stiles have really confronted. theo is obsessed with void stiles and prods at that trauma for stiles while he presents himself as scott's long-lost bestie tapping into scott's fears about stiles and the longing for the friendship they had before all this started.

theo's doing a lot of things in season 5 tbh. he's got so many assignments lol.

theo's pack is just kind of there because for theo they were merely a means to an end. the only ones that mattered in the end were hayden and corey.

i do like corey when he's around and hayden was just wasted in my opinion.

(bonus: i once mentioned that liam and mason were jackson and danny but like three spaces to the left on the subreddit and people were very confused by that and i was like "....do other people not see this?" jeff notoriously keeps throwing spaghetti at the wall till it sticks)

[meowzilla93]

this is a rant, vent, jumble of words im feeling and need to get it out of my system because im a little done

please scroll along if you dont wanna read, or dont, i dont control you

it never ceases to amaze me just how cruel people in fandoms can be. cruel, mean, hyprocritical, straight up dumb.

dont get me wrong, these people are a minority. i have found myself amongst the best sort of people in fandoms i am a part of and couldnt be happier for the friendships i have made from them.

but this incredibly loud minority piss me off to no end. i stay away from any sort of discourse, silently watching from the background and watch thing blow up over trivial matters, and then learn who to avoid in those circles and move on with my life

but when i see, what i consider to be blatant bullying, to someone i hold dear, i dont want to be quiet anymore. im not a loud figure, im a tiny blog that loves to simp over 2d characters, a tiny stream channel that i interact with like minded people. and i mean i am TINY, im barely a blip on this wide web. so anything i say, it doesnt go anywhere, so still, i stay silent until i cant anymore.

so lets get to the crux of the matter.

if you dont like a character, you dont get to make others feel bad about liking them. i dont care if you think they are problematic, if you dont like their story, their look, or simply the fact that they exist

you dont get to make someone feel bad for finding a connection with them and loving them

you dont get to attack them about liking the character, passively or aggressively, you dont get to make fun of them and any of the work they do around them. you have no right to take it upon yourself and make someone feel like they dont belong just because they like a character that you dont

if you dont like the character, dont fucking interact, its that bloody simple. scroll away. mute the tag, mute the channel, whatever. just walk away

interacting with someones content for the pure purpose to make fun of it is cruel. you are making it public that you want to demean the person for what they enjoy. and the worst thing is, if you catch the attention of the younger audience, they learn that they get to act that way, and this kind of online activity only gets worse

it already has gotten worse. man, im a millenial and i thought keyboard warriors when i was in highschool and older where bad. these days the younger generation feel justified to think that they can say whatever they want and suffer no consequences of those actions. i see it in so many fandom discourses. its horrible

but they learn from the worst of us on the internet. the more they see the cruel interactions, the more they think its okay to act that way. and without a doubt, fandoms will end up being incredibly toxic environments that people wont feel comfortable to exist in anymore.

every fandom has a toxic space, its unfortunate but it is true. i wish it wasnt

and the smaller the fandom, the louder this toxic group is

it just fucking sucks. and watching people i care about be treated so badly hurts because all i can do is be their support. an ear, a shoulder, just someone they can vent to. but it doesnt stop the fact that they got hurt and i cant do anything about it

god i dont even know what this even turned into. im tired, im upset, im just so frustrated.

why cant people just be nice?

if you managed to read all the way down here, man i applaud you. that was a great mess of thoughts, i still have many more but at this point i feel like i would be repeating myself

please, just. be kind guys. its not that hard, i swear it

to all my moots, honestly, i love you guys. seeing all your work and love you put into your creations gives me life and brightens my day. dont ever stop loving your craft and your fav characters just because someone decided to be a prick.

[thephantomcasebook]

they’re saying it’s olivia and matt, i don’t particularly care for actors dating but given how nasty their fans are to each other (and how badly they want olivia to be gay and dating emma) it’ll cause more toxicity on here if it’s true, no doubt

https://x.com/cerseify/status/1822673349337895115?s=46

I mean ...

Why does anyone care?

Why do fandoms care about the actors real lives? They're actors and actresses, they're already not real people! I guarantee you, from a lot of experience, they're probably the least interesting people in the world. Their life and money is repeating things that people write for them.

Directors, Writers, Stuntmen, and Key Grips, are far more interesting conversations than actors and actresses.

The only way I care about an actor or actresses personal life is if it's effecting - negatively - the show I like.

That's why I cringe at Olivia Cooke and Emma D'Arcy's friendship in real life. Because, they're so immature and unprofessional that they can't put it away to play the characters as they should be played. They've made themselves and their relationship a focal point of HOTD when it shouldn't be.

There's a lot of stories of actors and actresses becoming incredibly close on set, sometimes so close that they become family in real life. Michelle Dockery and Laura Carmichael from "Downton Abbey" Have been so close, for so long, that they're practically sisters and their real biological sisters even hang out with each other without them. They've basically created a real life integrated family from over a decade of close friendship due to being on a television set for six years.

But when they're on "Downton Abbey" they play sisters that are sworn enemies since childhood. And you know what? Not only do they play it well, but they enjoy scheming and fighting one another on screen. They were actually disappointed when their characters buried the hatchet and became closer as sisters because they enjoyed being antagonistic to one another.

That's peak professionalism, being as close as sisters in real life, but putting it away to play enemies so well that they made the audience believe they don't get along in real life, because, they play the characters as bitter rivals so fucking authentically.

This is the difference between Michelle Dockery and Laura Carmichael acting like grown ass women in a professional setting. And Olivia Cooke and Emma D'Arcy acting like children trying to bend the story to their real life wants.

Also, I'll never understand why these fucking weirdos want Olivia Cooke and Emma D'Arcy to be gay so bad. Not only has Emma D'Arcy been in a committed relationship with the same boyfriend for over a decade, but Olivia Cooke has put up on her Instagram really thirsty and TMI posts of how much she loves penis for years.

It's fucking strange, even for this fandom.

[1d1195]

Happy Valentine’s Day bestie💕💌 sending you so much love💕hopefully you’ll see it on when it’s still the day lol

I think if I had to endure kids like that almost everyday I would probably be a bit mean sometimes lol and that’s okay like I’m sure your definition of mean is probably not that mean at all lol but I do understand your frustrations honestly!

I understand what you mean about your friendships or past friendships! Honestly I think some friendships/people are just meant to be part of a certain time in your life for a reason. And it doesn’t mean things ended badly, life just happens sometimes. I use to feel the need to keep up with a lot of people but now I kinda just work on maintaining relationships that i deeply care for right now. But also accepting the fact that it’s okay and that not all of them need or deserve the effort! Anyways lol sometimes it’s just hard to navigate adult friendships but you’re not the only one who thinks/feels this!

I hope you can get that pedicure during your break!! I’m sure it will be worth it, you deserve the pampering! Also that 12 hour flu thing is so crazy?!? I hope your sore throat goes away soon and that you won’t experience that weird 12 hour flu thing again!

I LIVE for when you go beyond your original 1 part idea! It’s so fun to see how the story develops and with Pucking Rookie(I sadly still read it as punching pookie idk why😭) their world and the dynamics in it is so cute! Like idk what I would do if we didn’t get such cute banter between the team!

I swear my professor just has it out for me! Liek idgaf about the research we are doing but at least I’m doing my work and being polite UNLIKE OTHERS!! Anyways I will be writing the most passionate review at the end of the quarter lol oh and I’m pretty sure I’m getting a repeat of two midterms in a day in about 2 weeks 😭

Your cliffhangers always hurt so much and while you say you never really know how to end things, I think you do!! And honestly not surprised AI came up with his fuck ass name like he’s just so AHHH AND NOT IN A GOOD WAY!!

Not the trauma bonding😭 but so real lol I was sad too when I couldn’t read them right away! Life has just been insane and I’m pretty sure I’m losing motivation for a lot of things lol but im hoping to be a bit more productive this weekend like self care but we shall see!

How was your week?! Anything fun planned this weekend? Miss you loads! Hope you’re doing better Sam, ily!!-💜

Happy Valentine's Day to you as well! Sorry it is late, I did see it when you sent it but I was not in a condition where I could answer 🤦‍♀️ (You'll see in a moment). Hope you had a lovely day filled with love as well! 💕

My co-teacher and I are like mom and dad (the roles switch back and forth) good cop bad cop kind of situation. It's so fun though honestly. They're obnoxious most of the time but they do make me laugh. My co-teacher is also a mom to two tweens and she says I'm NOT mean even when I feel I am mean so I have that going for me.

It's on my New Year's Resolution list to reach out to my friends monthly if I can help it (when I remember). But even sending a text seems like a lot of upkeep sometimes. I feel like I need to make it personal. Which is insane because it's not like they've reached out to say hi to me 🤷‍♀️ idk it's probs the over-thinker in me. I know what you mean about maintaining the relationships that I care most for. I should heed your advice 😊

I made my appointment for tomorrow morning so no backing out now. The tax refund hit my bank account so it's happening!!

I read Pookie most of the time I post and I have to like quadruple check I didn't mess up 😂 I think I probably knew it would be more than one part, but I think I never know how long it's going to last. In theory if Sun-Kissed could have been four parts, I probs would have done that instead of two. But I wrote it all in one sitting so the cut-off points seemed arbitrary at that point.

PASSIONATE REVIEW!!! Tell everyone bestie!!! Ughhhhh almost there though, which is so crazy! Time is flying. I hope the next time you have two exams in one day it goes a lot smoother and I will get out my voodoo doll for your professor 💕

I struggle with names. Everyone would be named Liam (unironically) lol I usually use names from TV shows and spread them out throughout different pieces I'm writing (I used Jack and Rebecca from This Is Us in Ding and Green Skies, Pink Grass). I've been using AI and baby bump to create names for me so I don't have to think as much about it lol

Don't feel bad about not reading! I just almost feel like my new updates are incomplete without your thoughts. Like I felt bad posting the 4th part before I heard what you thought of the 3rd 😭 But you're right: life is truly insane right now.

If I had known that the 12-hour flu and sore throat I had on Monday was going to be the BETTER part of my week I wouldn't have even mentioned it to you. I had a headache so bad yesterday I seriously thought I was having an aneurysm. It was so splitting and pounding. My whole face was rebelling against me I thought I was DYING. I don't remember ever feeling this shitty. (Still went to my student's game (before I felt TERRIBLE) because I found out a little more about his home life and basically I just want him to know I adore him even if he feels like no one else does). But yeah, I thought I had pink-eye. Thought I had the flu or Covid (both negative). The whole bit. I went to the minute-clinic this morning and I have a sinus infection. We should all continue to thank modern medicine because I'm pretty sure I would be dead right now if it wasn't for anti-biotics. So this weekend was a wash. BUT it's February break here in MA so I'm good to go for the week. Lots of plans to relax, catch up on some things, see friends and the fam. It will most likely be too busy but whatever.

I am doing MUCH better now, bestie. Like within hours. The infection had to be infectioning because I was not my best self the last thirty six hours and I feel SO much better. I hope you have a good start to your week. Love and miss you!! 💕

xoxo

[mamamittens]

Okay, so after sitting on it, I think I've came up with another fun design detail.

Mainly the idea of them having super dark hair originally but, from chronic, repeated exposure to pure light from threads beads, and whatever else, parts of it are just lighter. Little chunks and sections chaotically through their massive hair.

Almost wanted to do specific colors depending on the type of light but that implies consistency in their habit of storing bits they've made that they just wouldn't bother with.

Still not sold on the purple but if I do then it would fade to pastel and whitish really hard at the ends. Which neatly makes it look like the morning sky if you wanna be poetic about it.

Considered a similar thing happening to their skin but I'm afraid of it looking a little off, or just silly. The scarring/tattoos are a good visual indicator of how erratic the raw energy is even with practice anyway.

Had the cute idea that when they like someone they, in all their weird, awkward glory, offer to make a friendship bracelet. Usually they're turned down but eventually someone does take them up on it and they just sorta

Hop in place with excitement and usher them over to a window where a spot of sunlight is. And then, with no explanation, starts making thread and cord and slipping on beads as they rattle off little warnings.

"Ah, I'm so happy to finally make one for someone! Oh, be careful of skin contact with this, it tends to make you energetic and keep you from falling asleep. It may also glow in the dark. Just keep it somewhere dark for a while and it'll tone down, but it will recharge? In the sun? And prolonged wear may lead to a slight tan--Im so excited! Oh! And! And!" They're grinning and bouncing as they secure it closed. "If you break it, it'll explode!"

At the alarmed expression they backtrack apologetically.

"No, no! Not like that! It's not that strong--its more like a small firecracker? Bright flash of light. Might burn a bit if it's the whole thing. Oh! And disrupts chakra pretty badly but that's temporary! It's just all the energy inside it going POP! All at once!"

And the other person is just staring at them blankly.

"...how did you make this?"

"...by hand?"

"..."

"... You were there?"

"...with chakra?"

"No, with sunlight, silly!" And the other person just looks over at the wares with little sun and moon symbols on the tags with growing horror. Maybe they're a ninja and do some sensing and realize the entire place lights up like a Roman candle, including their new 'bestie'.

(Hyuga hate their fucking shop so much lmfao)

"...okay."

Just wait until they get a grasp of elemental chakra. Suddenly these products get a lot more interesting.

Super rough sketch design of my String Bean OC lol, details still in the works I'm just trying to figure out vibes ngl

Gave em a fun pose to start the process.

I like the idea of crazy ass hair and there's just these random ass spools secured with braids. Couldn't quite get across the idea but the current plan is eyes that weirdly reflect the light that's around them? Like, during the day it's the same color as the sunlight and night the moonlight. I suppose during new moons they'd be black? Lol?

Naruto eyeball bullshit basically but idk how much I'll stick with it. Did want the pupils to reflect literal light though.

Not totally dedicated to the purple honestly, but maybe I'll like it more if I added a secondary color? Or maybe that's a bit much??? There are some interesting hair colors but it's usually pretty standard and toned down for anime hair, gravity defying antics aside.

Gender still undecided and who knows, they may remain gender fluid/neutral. Something something constantly manipulating near raw yin and yang chakra with coils so flexible they can handle most chakras with practice makes them, at their core, very flexible identity wise.

Did decide I wanted their personality to be deliberately a little weird. Like, they enjoy contorting and walking like a toon character cause they don't have a lot of friends if any. So it makes them laugh if nothing else. And they're honest but the shit they say sounds so wack no one takes it seriously most of the time.

Shit like

"Okay, what kind of clothes are you wanting made?"

"What kind of clothes?"

"Well, yeah. If you want pajamas, making it so you can fling fireballs with a wave would probably not be advised."

"Ugh, just normal clothes, thanks"

"...alright! Normal it is!"

They can, in fact, do that with sun threads and some mild seals. Not permanent work, but pretty long lasting.

Hyuga hate looking at them cause they mend their own clothes with raw thread and it's like looking at a lazer show for them. Professional clothes they use regular thread, maybe soaked in a particular light for, since the raw stuff tends to dissipate over time.

Originally wanted a colorful wardrobe but I think I'll leave the color for their cute little caplet lined with pockets and needles. They're very handy, having taken up a lot of hobbies in their spare time.

The weirdness chills out by A LOT when they are around an actually friend. Otherwise it's Space Cadet Central in here.

Had the small idea of Danzo trying genetic bullshit but eventually ruling out their family for even base stock for his special little soldiers cause they're all so fucking spacey and can't seem to focus the minute they're outside. It's cause of the whole 'seeing light as malleable form" thing but he never quite managed to get that part from them before killing them off. The fun part about having someone so morally deprived is that, technically, an OC like this one could be related to ANYONE lmfao, cause some of these science bitches didn't give a FUCK about robbin graves.

If they're a civilian it would be hilarious if they were "home schooled ninja" because of how useful basic ninja training is out in the field. Mainly strength bullshit and endurance honestly still very on the fence about the ninja bit.

All I really know for sure is that they're Super Weird A Lot and Very Unfairly Pretty for Max Confusion. And Tol. Very slender and Tol.

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[dwobbitfromtheshire]

The Perfect Jacket

Eddie's leather jacket had gotten ruined in the upside down. Did Eddie pout about it? Yes? Did Steve hate seeing him pout about it? Absolutely. Eddie and Steve were hanging out at Steve's house when Steve suddenly rushed upstairs. He came back with his letterman jacket.

"You know what would really piss people off? If you showed up to school wearing this. You can put your pins and patches on it, too. You could totally pull this off," Steve said eagerly.

God, Eddie wanted to kiss him so badly. He just grinned and took the jacket from him.

"Are you sure about this?" Eddie asked.

"Yes! Keep it!" Steve exclaimed.

"Thanks, man," Eddie said and slipped on the jacket. "How do I look?"

"I told you that you could pull it off, and you do," Steve replied cheerily.

A few days later, Eddie stumbled into Family Video wearing the jacket, and Steve cursed under his breath. Eddie waved at them as he wondered away to pick out a movie.

"Fuck, he's cute," Steve said.

"What?" Robin asked, her head snapping to look at him.

"I said, "Fuck, he's cute," Robin," Steve replied.

"Yeah, I heard you," Robin said. "But, you do know that Eddie is a guy, right?"

"No, Robin, I completely fucking missed that obvious clue," Steve bitched at her.

It was his favorite thing about his friendship with Robin. They could be as bitchy with each other as much as they wanted to and it wouldn't bother them, not one bit. Apparently, that was also Eddie's favorite thing about Steve’s friendship with Robin. They were entertaining. The Bitchamigos, Eddie called them.

"You like guys? Since when?" Robin asked.

"Since Eddie. I'm bisexual, Robin," Steve said.

"And you just accepted that?"

"Yep."

"No panic, whatsoever?"

"Nope."

"You were just like,"Oh, hey, I like Eddie. I must be bisexual. Cool." ?"

"Yep."

"That's not fair! I totally panicked when I realized I liked girls!"

"We're not the same person, Rob," Steve replied.

"What are you two gossiping about, ladies?" Eddie asked as he leaned against the counter.

"I was just letting Stevie here know that his hair looks totally awful today," Robin said, glaring at Steve.

"No, it doesn't!" Steve and Eddie exclaimed. Robin smirked at the both of them.

"Cute jacket, Eddie."

A couple of weeks later, Steve invited Eddie for a sleepover, allowing him to show Steve the Star Wars movies that Eddie had been begging him to watch. Steve couldn't say no to him. Eddie was sitting on the couch in a pair of shorts and a t shirt, hugging the letterman jacket close to his chest. Eddie was sucking on a ring less knuckle as he moved his body with the ships on the screen, making the noises as he did so. God, he couldn't believe how fucking gone he was on this huge nerd. He hadn't planned on telling him, but he couldn't help it.

"You're so fucking cute," Steve said and Eddie whipped his head to look at him, his chocolate brown eyes wide.

His hair was up in a bun, and ringlets of curls framed his face. His hair was still slightly damp from the shower he had earlier, so his hair was curlier than ever.

"Come again?" Eddie asked as he paused the movie.

"You're so fucking cute," Steve repeated.

"You think I'm cute?" Eddie asked and hid his face inside the jacket.

Steve cupped his face and tilted it so that Eddie was looking at him. He began to kiss his cheeks, his nose, and his forehead. He planted a kiss wherever there was a spot available, saving his lips for last. Eddie giggled. Finally, Steve leaned in and placed a gentle kiss to Eddie's lips.

"So fucking cute," he said, gazing at him with a look of complete adoration.

Eddie grinned, launching himself at Steve and doing the same thing to him: kissing his face before finally landing on his lips. The kiss was sweet and gentle, their lips slotting together as if they were two lost puzzle pieces finally reuniting. They laid down on the couch to finish the movies while wrapped up in each other's arms. Eddie's head was tucked under Steve’s chin as he placed a hand over his heart, their legs entertwined. Steve’s arm was wrapped around Eddie's jacket clad back.. His hand slipped underneath the jacket and his shirt to run circles in the small of Eddie's back. Eddie let out a sigh of contentment. Perfect.

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Hello! Could u write headcanons for Lacus and Rene? Maybe about cuddling or how they would take care of their s/o? Let your creativity flow! Tysm!

It would seem that ONS is taking over my blog... Not that I mind. It's a fantastic series!

I fucking love Lacus and Rene. Their friendship dynamic is the absolute best- get ready for:

Kissing/Cuddling part 2: Best Bros boogaloo~

Lacus Welt

💜✨ He's basically a really lazy Ferid, honestly. Absolutely loves pda, no qualms about it. At home, prepare to be captured and snuggled for hours on end. Lacus would like nothing better than to just lay in bed all day and cuddle!

💜✨ Lacus's kisses depend on his mood. Sometimes he's slow and lazy, and other times things get more heated. Actually... A lot of times things get heated.

💜✨He is Not a gentleman in the slightest. If he wants to do something, he's going to do it. How many times must I repeat myself? Lacus is a little hedonist. He's only about 25% better than Ferid, but that’s just because he’s not creative enough to come up with ideas. As long as you don’t give him ideas, you should be ok.

💜✨ Lacus fucking loves cuddles. Vampires are cold blooded, so cuddling a warm human warms them up. And being warm feels good. Lacus likes to feel good, so, naturally, he likes cuddling. Simple arithmetic.

💜✨He has no preference for big or little spoon, but he enjoys laying on you. Part of the reason for this is to keep you from escaping. Sometimes, Lacus is the absolute laziest motherfucker in the vampire world (especially after a hard day’s work). The minute he gets home, he wants to drag you to bed (or a couch, or the floor) for cuddles. You will be stuck there for H O U R S. I’m sorry if you’re a very active person who needs to just do things all the time, but on those days the best you’re gonna get is if you *ahem* “initiate some action.”

💜✨ As for caring for you… honestly he’s a disaster. I wouldn’t trust him to keep a goldfish alive for more than a week. He has no fucking clue what he’s doing, and you’re going to have to help him A LOT. He also gets a lot of reluctant help from Rene.

Rene Simm

🖤♦️ pda? Absolutely not. He’s above such things. (He’s actually not, but he pretends he is.) Oh? What’s that i hear in the distance…? It sounds like the tsundere song! 

🖤♦️ Short, reluctant kisses, and only if you beg for them. He likes them a lot, but he’s so good at hiding it.

🖤♦️ Unlike Lacus, Rene's self-control is through the roof. It doesn't matter how badly he wants to passionately make out with you, he'll sit there and pretend he doesn't like it. If you can get him to drop his tsundere act (good luck), things will get more ✨heated✨.

🖤♦️ As for cuddling, just fucking tackle him. Literally throw yourself at him. He loves it more than life itself, but you will NEVER get him to admit it.

🖤♦️ You're usually the big spoon, but only because he pouts and sulks about being touched. It's all an act, but still. If he would get his head out of his ass, he'd love to be the big spoon.

🖤♦️ He’s definitely more responsible that Lacus, that’s for sure! Even if he’s a little aloof and distant, he still makes sure all your basic needs are met.