#i wish someone write a fic about it

[mobroccoli]

Last year i think? I drew it while watching netflix movie Slumberland, thought some dialogues fit to Teru(now i am not sure about it tho)

Reposting it hoping to see more Reigen and Teru bonding, exorcism stuff together.

[the-one-that-weeps]

Every time someone in this godforsaken fandom says "I think we've talked about misogyny enough" I want to hit them with a hammer. No we haven't.

We haven't even talked about the deep "Ruikasa&Akitoya Vs. literally everyone else" imbalance enough but imagine all of the people that get pressured into writing specifically for male/male ships simply because otherwise they won't get any appreciation.

Yes it's a cowardly thing but when you see Ruikasa having over 4000 fics and Ichisaki having like 5 in total obviously you're going to be discouraged. Obviously you'll be biased into creating Ruikasa instead of other ships.

And as someone who depends on appreciation in particular to do any work at all obviously that's going to have a lasting consequence. Some people spend 4 hours crying in front of a screen just for 3 people to like their work and leave, it's understandable if they lose passion for creating at all, you guys killed them.

It's even in how we handle m/m ships. You go into a fic that's tagged Rui&Tsukasa(platonic), someone in the comments always goes "okay but when do they kiss". You go to an action-packed longfic, someone always ends up going "okay but when do they kiss".

Fuck you guys. Actually. This is a silly piano tiles game about Hatsune Miku, we should be one of the MOST CREATIVE fandoms in history and somehow people still get mad over two boys not kissing immediately after getting introduced. It's so fucking difficult being a content creator in this fandom because you always end up having to take the same route. They meet they tease they kiss. End of story. "Oh you're doing something "lame" instead? -1 kudo. Bring me my yaoi next🖕"

[potato-lord-but-not]

How do you come up with sketch ideas? i stg your sketchbook is like a fucking sitcom or something, your doodle dumps make me laugh out loud. how do you do that????

honestly I just think about the fictional guys wayyyy too much. I’m a very visual person when it comes to my thoughts so really it’s just copying them down to the best of my artistic abilities. always putting those guys in situations and since I’m so averse to writing fanfics I make the most crusty sketches imaginable to cope

[sulky-cabbage]

AU: Where Sukuna Wins

Part 1

Part 2 here

Imagine an alternate universe in which Sukuna triumphs, dominates over Japan, and endures a lonely existence for many centuries, while allowing some humans to live.

They hold a grudge against him, of course, and want to kill him. They train at Jujutsu High and have some great fighters that occasionally provide Sukuna with some entertainment. 

They are so desperate for salvation, they can only find solace in prophecies about a figure with powerful blue eyes that will defeat the king of curses and rescue Japan.

And do you know what Sukuna does in response to that? One might expect him to go full Pharoah mode and kill newborns, but NO!!

HE DOES THE COMPLETE OPPOSITE !!

Whenever he ravages a village and devours the women and children, he ALWAYS spares the blue-eyed infants.

All the curses know better than to kill an infant with blue eyes. The last time a curse did that, Sukuna made sure to make an example of it.

Killing a member of the Gojo clan is also off limits, as well as anything that could delay the reincarnation of this certain person.

These humans are not the only ones waiting for salvation.

Sukuna is also WAITING...for his wretched existence to end at the hands of this person.

The ONLY one worthy of having the honor to do so.

[spider-dreamland]

Redemption and Legacy┃┃┃A Singed x Reader ONE SHOT

Redemption isn’t a single moment. It is the sum of choices made for those we hold dear. A wholesome one shot about Singed x Reader. Contains themes of childbirth. And an amusing scene of Singed meeting your family :)

❤️ Enjoy ❤️

Singed had never imagined the possibility of turning a new page. For the past several decades, his life had been nothing but a downward spiral, consumed by the single desperate cause to undo the past, to reclaim what had been taken from him. The idea of starting anew never existed. But now, he sat outside a delivery room, waiting for you to give birth to your second daughter. His hands resting on his knees, his scarred fingers twitching slightly with every muffled sound from inside.  He’d heard screams before. He’d been the reason behind screams before—more times than he could count. Agonized wails, desperate cries, pleas for mercy, each one carved into the darkest corners of his memory. But this was unlike any of that. This wasn’t the sound of fear or suffering he had inflicted; it was you — his wife, his light — crying out in pain, and he couldn’t escape the gut-wrenching helplessness of it. It clawed at him, an unbearable weight pressing against his chest, louder than any laboratory explosion or battlefield roar. He wasn’t the cause this time — not directly anyway — but he wasn’t the cure either, and that terrified him more than anything else.

He had been low — so low the thought of ever crawling back out never as much as crossed his mind. Dragging others into his descent had been a necessary evil, or so he told himself. Emotions were for others, for the weak. He didn’t feel. He calculated, hypothesized, and executed. That’s what it meant to be a scientist.

Until you.

He had met you on a particularly grim evening in Zaun, having a drink in a dimly lit, greasy bar with some friends of yours. He wasn’t there to revel in the fleeting comforts of alcohol but to dull the gnawing ache inside him, which, despite years of carefully bottling his emotions, sealing them away like dangerous chemicals in an unmarked flask, sometimes resurfaced, clawing its way out. 

Yet, as he stared into the amber depths of his glass, a woman’s voice broke through the static.

“You look like you could use another.” A drink, placed before him. He looked up and saw you — a woman who didn’t belong in this world. Young, vibrant, glowing with a light that felt blasphemous in the grimy, muted tones of the filthy Undercity. At first, he thought it a jest, some cruel joke among the youth you were with. But you stayed. And for reasons beyond his comprehension, he let you.

He had told himself to keep his distance, that you didn’t know what you were inviting into your life. Yet, with each passing encounter, you — a Piltover woman who saw beyond his sins and scars — pulled him closer.

You had made him want to change.

It hadn’t been easy. Decades of habits couldn’t be erased overnight. But the moment you told him you were carrying his child, everything shifted. He had looked at his hands, stained with the past, and had no other choice but to. For you. For your child.

He remembered the day you introduced him to your family. He, Singed — Zaun’s pariah, Piltover’s exile — had tailored a suit, his scars hidden beneath layers of fabric and freshly-washed bandages. Meeting your father, a man his own age, was a peculiar sort of torment. For him and your father, it was an unspoken battle of wills, and the stakes couldn’t have felt higher. And you loved them both dearly, but watching them silently stress themselves. 

He remembers you just floating through the evening with an amused grin, pouring drinks, cracking jokes, and watching them both squirm, “Dad, I think you’ll like him—he knows a lot about chemistry,” you added fuel to the fire with a grin, earning a sharp side-eye from him and an even sharper fork stab into your father’s potatoes.

He had spent the entire evening waiting for rejection, for the inevitable moment when your parents would denounce him.

And when your mother and grandmother saw him at the potluck they’d hosted to “meet the one who’d finally captured their daughter’s heart”, they nearly passed out. Their polite smiles faltered, their eyes darting over his scarred face and weathered demeanor, desperately trying to reconcile the man before them with the man they’d imagined. 

But what choice did they have? He’d already given them a grandchild — such bright and beautiful baby. And now, with another one on the way, nobody’s reservations had any room to grow. They also couldn’t deny the way you looked at him with devotion that spoke louder than any words ever could, or the way he stood by your side, as though ready to destroy anyone who so much as thought of causing you harm.

That day every glance, every word seemed laden with judgment to a tangible extend, and though he hid it well, you could see the effort it took for him to stay composed. You found it almost endearing, and surely beyond amusing, though he’d probably never forgive you for not taking it seriously. 

Returning to Piltover had been surprisingly uneventful.

And yet, through it all, he found solace in fatherhood. He hadn’t expected to be good at it, but you had shown him otherwise. Your first daughter had quieted in his arms before she had even calmed in yours, her tiny fingers wrapping around his scarred ones.

That day, for the first time in decades, Singed willingly indulged himself in emotion. 

The sound of a door creaking pulled him from his thoughts. A nurse stepped out, her face paling slightly as she took him in.

He stood immediately, his heart pounding so loudly the nurse could likely hear it. This stress couldn’t possibly be good for his age, he had mentally noted, though the thought was fleeting. You didn’t want to be apart from him — not now, not in your most vulnerable moment — and he would never tell you no. Not to this. Not to you.

Sweat clung to your forehead, your face strained with exhaustion, but you smiled when you saw him. “I want you here,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

He would do anything for you.

Moving to your side, Singed repositioned you gently, his knowledge of anatomy guiding his hands.

Hours passed, but he didnt waver. The tension in the room ebbed and flowed with each contraction, but he remained steady—an anchor amidst the storm of pain and anticipation. When the moment finally came, he moved with precision and calm, his hands as sure as they had ever been in the laboratory, though this time they were bringing life into the world instead of unraveling it.

You’d insisted he deliver your second daughter himself, so he did, catching her tiny, wriggling form. The first sound she made was a piercing wail, her lungs announcing her arrival with ferocity. Her tiny fists flailed, her face scrunched in indignation at the cold air of the world outside the warmth of the womb. For a moment, everything else — the chaos, the exhaustion, the years of doubt — faded away, and the room was silent save for her cries. It was a sound that filled the space with hope.

He handed her to you carefully, his breath catching as he watched you cradle her to your chest. You were exhausted, your eyes heavy with sleep, but you looked up at him and smiled.

Singed knew, with absolute certainty, that he would tear the world apart piece by piece, leave it smoldering and broken at his feet, if it meant keeping you happy. Nothing, no force would ever stand between you and the life you deserved.

Not while he drew breath.

[not-poignant]

20. number of comments you haven't read. - I thought you read all the comments

I do read all of the comments.

There is not a single comment I haven't read, anon. Not one. Even in the periods of time where AO3 stopped sending out email notifications due to bugs, and those never ended up clearing, I manually checked and read everything on the site.

I've never missed a single fanfiction comment on any site, honestly. I see them all. I know who my regulars are, even if they think I don't notice them, even if their version of regular is 'a few times 8 years ago and a few times 8 years later.' And that's probably weird, but one doesn't end up writing serials if you don't care about your comments (well, I don't, anyway!)

Not only that, but I read every AO3 comment immediately, i.e. - as soon as I see it. I never let those emails wait. I open every single one. (Which sometimes has ruined some mornings, depending on if I get a shitty comment, lmao).

~

From the Assumptions meme!

[1dwaekki]

Changbin dust allergy experience

Han's realisation is the best bit 😭😭 it's like he suddenly remembers that Changbin is actually allergic to dust rather than just being sensitive like anyone else would be

No one talks about this clip and today is the perfect day for me to remember and post it so here it is for everyone who is interested/ hasn't seen- sorry for the excessive posting but my ult has a bunch of allergies guys and I'm TOO excited about it atm

[lady-corrine]

“I remember collecting shells on this beach as a child. I had one made into a brooch for my mother.”

[sieglinde-freud]

missing the maribelle/tharja family unit today. i think maribelle would be elated to have a daughter. she meets noire for the first time and she goes “do you play chess? violin? ride? drink tea?” and noire goes “no but im really good at throwing up in a bucket” and maribelles like “oh!!!! okay!!!!” i think she finds noire’s talisman persona charming. chrom is like “um maribelle can you please go get your daughter… she’s terrorizing the camp” and she goes “shes harmless! why do you hate women?” and he never speaks on it again. i think tharja needs a kid that will beef with her and i think brady is 100% the guy to do it. i think she looks at him and goes “what is your problem” and he flips her off. she tries to curse him but he spins his staff ninja style deflecting them back at her. he serves tea to his moms but he spits in tharjas and she knows it. and then she drinks it because it pisses him off. brady could come to love her at some point but it will not be easy and it will not come without a lot of work and a lot of arguing and i think i need some more parent/child conflict in this game. awakening gets one f bomb and its hidden in the random tharja brady PC support where he just goes “FUCK YOU” Tharja and Brady attained support level B.

[sandy-shocks]

Thinking furilumi thoughts rn

What if Lumine invited Furina to join her on her adventures. Of course she should let her have all the rest she wants first but Furina is what? Early 20s newly mortal and got her whole life ahead of her now, having been trapped as the archon for 500 years I bet she's never really been to another nation. I'd be awesome for Lumine take her outside Fontaine and experience everything teyvat has to offer. And I think it would be good for her mental health to not be stuck in Fontaine all her life.

Lumine showing Furina all her favourite places, introducing her friends and teaching Furina all the recipes she's learned over her travels. Lumine slowly realising that she really likes Furinas company and this is the first time she's had a long term adventuring companion (that's not paimon) and that whoops she may be a little in love with her actually.

Furina for the first time in her life being genuinely 100% happy and not feeling like anyone has any expectations of her or that she has to put up a facade and she can just enjoy herself. She learns more about herself and the places around her, I think it would take her longer than Lumine to develop feelings or realise she's feeling them in the first place.

Also think I'd be rly funny if she just sends Neuvillette bottles of random water from places she's been.

[fluxydrawings]

art is all about drawin the most self indulgent shit possible. have Crane from this one undertale oc insert fic i adore deeply that hasnt upd8ed since 2016 and haunts me and Siffrin In Stars And Time hangin out :) I think they'd be friends <3

[tsisisail]

Ya’ll ever think about how Eugene never planned to charge a penny for the Celestial Spear?

This was the type of project that would require constant maintenance and upkeep. Money to pay the staff, money to fund the food and prizes and electricity. 

He was ready and willing to work for the rest of his life to keep its doors open.

He’s so damn selfless, but he’s so self sacrificial. The overwork would’ve killed him, figuratively and someday probably literally.

What was he planning to do when he eventually died? Would the Celestial Spear be placed in the care of someone else? That’s a huge ask. Would he have his own soul placed in an animatronic body? Probably not considering Eugene’s stance on Felix (that being, “it’s too weird.”)

He’s just such a fascinating fellow.

[arcane-vagabond]

If you're reading this, this is your sign to write that weird/fun AU or trope even if it's been done before.

[padfootastic]

i am so tired of female characters being inherently written as ‘terrifying’ or ‘scary’ w no respect to their characterisation.

for one, it feels so fake. i know so many women irl (i am one!!!) and there are very few, of any, that i would categorise as ‘scary as is’. heck, even if we go by tempers—the numbers just don’t match.

but somehow in fics, every single woman is a terrifying force of nature bc that’s…somehow…the only way we can think of women? idk?

and also just, it’s such a two dimensional characterisation that i only see w the female characters. all men aren’t angry and hex-happy and scary all the time. they’re affable, chill, respond to situations thoughtfully instead of always resorting to violence.

i think it also bothers me bc the anger thing flows neatly into the v gendered carefree man child/stuck up fun sponge stereotypes that so many relationships are forced into. it’s just an icky dynamic all around.

and lastly,,,i don’t think it’s even normal for a character to be latently terrifying everyone all the time??? unless it’s a specific quirk of theirs??? like women aren’t dementors bro chill tf out

[moregraceful]

every day i wake up and pray for more baseball rpf. and there’s like one more fic. i need to start the baseball rpf renaissance

man like @timebegins-onopeningday is really doing its part and i love everyone who has participated so far but it's dire out there overall...the stuff that happens in the mlb is like if this were hockey there would be skywriting. if this were f1 there would be skywriting. and instead. no one has ever written teoscar/shohei even though they are right in front of our sandwiches. or like i have a friend who dms me some of the shit the padres get up to and where is the response? not on ao3!! and i know 80% of the reason baseball rpf never really took off the way hockey did is bc the mlb is not majority white men like the nhl, but there's another 20% that's like. like gunnar henderson and adley rutschmann are right there. what are we doing here. we as a society cannot let these men walk without thoroughly exploring each other's bodies. there should be like 80 works tagged '#it's not gay if it's a three way' but there are 2 works in their tag. total. it kills me

[allbridgesburn]

god i wish someone would fix the wasteland timeline for me because im GOING CRAZY HERE

i need to move the plot along but WHEN DOES THE PLOT EVEN HAPPEN

when's snow taking over gaul's job? when's he becoming president? most importantly, when are they going to fuck next??? damned if i know please fix